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and there was somethin' bout you // c. berzatto
good evening, my fellow tumblr users. it's been forever. since i've last been active, my whole life has shifted. drastically. the cafe i worked at for the past two years, where i met my two best friends, and where i felt most at home, closed down permanently. i booked a trip halfway across the world, that's coming up in september. i worked on healing myself after a heartbreak that left me untethered and scared and lonely. but it's been a while, and i've found my way back to light and warmth and appreciation of the person that i am. and the urge to write, to create, has sparked within me again.
i hope you're still with me. i've missed you all.
- clarke xx
a soft carmy ramble below the cut <3
Carmen Berzatto had never been able to forget you, despite the many years it had been since he’d last seen you, heard your voice, felt the warmth of your hand in his. And he’d cursed himself for it sometimes, for living would’ve been so much easier if he didn’t feel so lost, always reaching for someone he knew wasn’t there. But at the same time, there was a certain torturous comfort in falling back on the traces of you when he was spiralling.
You were just kids; stupid teenagers with big feelings that you felt too young to carry for each other. And the stumble and stutter of words meant everything got lost in translation anyway. It was growing into your bodies and leaning into one another, without ever admitting to the closeness.
You’d never really had friends, too exhausted by the thought of interacting with others, of putting on a face and playing pretend for the sake of being a part of a crowd. And Carmen’s friends were just extensions of his brother, Michael; the high-and-mighty, infectiously exuberant Michael. But you… you were something new; something he held close to his heart. For him, you’d propped open a door. You’d let him in without really meaning to. But when being in his company felt like floating, what else were you supposed to do? When someone came along and showed you what it was like to breathe without fearing everyone else would notice the rise and fall of your chest, it’s not like you were going to let that go.
And so began the most meaningful connection you’d ever had. When you spent a summer at camp, he was the one you sent the most letters home to. When he got stuck on an assignment, he’d call you up, and you’d be halfway to the local library with cookies before he could finish what he was saying. And when you’d been each other's firsts, nervous hands fumbling for each other on a cold, autumn afternoon in senior year… Neither of you had spoken of it again, but it had meant everything. To the both of you. But things went on, and that spark, that flare, was never explored; the curse of being a teenager, awkward and not-quite you yet, and unsure of how to communicate.
And, as most things do, high school came to an end. Chances were missed. Threads of connection slipped through fumbling fingers. Carmy landed himself in New York, and you landed yourself in a shitty apartment four blocks from your childhood home.
Though the memories of the two of you lingered all around. They must’ve lingered because the world knew you’d find your way back to each other.
And you had. Two years ago, at a market by the water. You’d been on the phone to your sister at the time, tugged along by your rambunctious niece while you were trying to pick a good watermelon, and he’d just… been there. Over by a stand selling fresh berries and mangoes, the same stall your niece was headed for.
Wearing a faded navy shirt, the logo for his brother’s sandwich joint on the front, his hair unruly and soft, he’d looked exactly as you’d remembered. But a little older now, grown. Every memory had come rushing back, glueing you to the spot, and you’d muttered an apology as you hung up on your sister, promising to have her daughter home in time for her afternoon nap.
He turned, then, spotting you, and it was a bit like the movies you’d roped him into watching with you in high school, late at night, after you’d been studying all afternoon. It felt like everything stopped, his breath caught in his throat, and nothing could’ve stopped the smile that bloomed on your face.
And now, two years later, perched on the kitchen counter in your shared apartment, your hands tangled in his hair, he was smiling at you in a very similar way.
“Okay, okay,” you murmured between gentle kisses that tasted of coffee and maple syrup and love. “Carm, we’ve gotta go or we’ll be late.”
“Don’t want to,” he grumbled, kissing you again, his hand cradling the back of your head. The warmth of him as he stood between your knees radiated through you, and you wanted to curl up in bed with him and never leave. But there was a very excitable eight year-old waiting on you.
“If I’m late to my niece’s birthday, you know my sister will probably murder me, right?”
Carmen huffed out a laugh, finally pulling away, and despite every instinct in your body screaming at you to hold onto him, to keep kissing him, you let him go. He held up his hands in mock retreat, turning away to grab his jacket off the back of one of the dining chairs. “Come on, then.”
He patted your ass as you passed him, grabbing the keys from the dish on the counter. Then his hand was on your wrist, tugging you close, and his lips found yours again. And you were instantly drunk on the sweet, honeyed words of ‘I love you’ that drifted from his mouth.
Such an easy thing for him to say now, even if only to you, for it had taken almost a decade of wanting to confess it.
#the bear#the bear fx#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#jeremy allen white#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto x you
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my house of stone, your ivy grows (and now i’m covered in you); part 1.
aemond targaryen x fem!reader
genre. childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, drama, angst, fluff, eventual smut. it’s a y/n fic but no use of y/n. heavily inspired by taylor swift’s ‘ivy’.
When a fierce blizzard ravages the North, a certain dragon rider gets caught up in it and crashes onto Bear Island.
And right to you, the youngest daughter of House Mormont.
warnings. no warnings yet!
wc. 10k+
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09
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“It looks like a storm is heading this way,” Dorothea Mormont murmurs with a frown, her eyes set up above at the darkened sky, clouds of swirling greys gradually covering the sunlight. Sitting up from under a tree she had been reading by, she dusts herself off before picking up the skirt of her dress and then turns to the little girl close by her, drawing on the ground with a stick. “Come. We should head inside.”
You huff in frustration, ignoring your elder sister and continue on the mountains you already laid out on the dirt. You feel her stare for a couple more seconds before she calls your name sternly.
Stomping your feet, you cross your arms and glare at her. “But Dorothea … The day had just begun!”
You hated it. The start of the winter season in the North has been strange so far, but maybe even more so on Bear Island.
Instead of the falling of white and soft snow, it had been raining slates of hail. The temperature going from warm enough to go on out without your furs in the morn to your fingers and toes feeling frost bitten once noon hits the horizon. Your favourite season, summer, came and went so quickly that you had not enjoyed it in the fullest like you had earlier years; and autumn was merely a blink of an eye.
There is not much to do for a young lady such as yourself, only ten and two, when the cold comes around. Staying indoors is such a bore, and your mother would only allow you a few hours every other day to train with Ser Gregory and your brothers outdoors, unlike your older siblings who could stay out all day and night with duties they have outside the castle grounds.
A kind yet pitying smile spreads on your sister’s pretty face. She then walks over to you, taking a hold of your freezing hands, tenderly rubbing them in between her own to warm you up.
“I know, little cub. But look—“ you follow her gaze, at the training grounds a few yards away, where your three older brothers were practicing their swordsmanship with some of the others of the castle, but are now putting away their equipment. “It seems everyone else is done for the day as well.”
As if feeling eyes on him, the second oldest, Forrest, turns towards the two of you and waves, exuberant like always, before cupping his hands around his mouth to call out, “We’ve been called inside! A storm is coming!”
Dorothea rolls her eyes at her twin, mutters under her breath about how obvious that is. When she hears you giggle, she smiles your way. “Let’s go? I promise I’ll allow you to use my paints once we get inside.”
That has you excited, nodding happily, finally letting her guide you to your home, hand in hand.
--
Much to your displeasure to admit, it was a good thing that your sister had made haste inside when you had. For only an hour later, the harsh winds and flurry of snow surrounded the area, rattling Mormont Keep noisily. This blizzard more ruthless than any you have seen before.
It is night now, you are back in your bedchamber after supper and a hot bath. The tubes of paint and easel that Dorothea had promised you is abandoned in favor of staring out your window. A deep scowl mars your young face – a perfect mirror of your father’s whenever he has a tough decision to make, like when he had to travel to King’s Landing for two moons just to bend the knee to the Dragon girl-queen to be – knowing it would days before you step foot outside again.
Glaring out the window, you could see nothing but snow. Even the Godswoods that would always greet you when you peered outside cannot be seen tonight. It makes you wary for the all the animals out there – especially the bears like in your House’s sigil – hoping they are safe and sound, hibernating comfortably.
It’s too cold. You shiver, pulling the blanket you had draped around you closer to your body – and then that’s when you see it.
The flash of red outside in the sky, like burning flames, so vivid that it is visible through the stormy haze. Then a magnificent roar, louder than anything you have heard before, leading to another burst of orange and reds bright enough for you to witness something falling from the skies.
And as if something takes over your body — you don’t know what — that has you getting up, hurriedly lacing up your boots and grabbing your heaviest furs. You are already out the door and running through the halls when your older brother by two years, Jorah, exclaims behind you when he peeks out of his own bedchamber, “Did you all hear that, too?!”
You do not respond, almost colliding with your oldest brother, Braeden, when you reach the wooden staircase leading down to the main floor of the castle. By the look on his face, it seems that he too had seen whatever it was that fell from the sky. He checks you over, notices the furs you got on, and he just knew what you were about to do. He shakes his head slowly, says your name cautiously and then a warning, “ Wait— “
But it is already too late, your little legs carry you down the stairs, faster than he could catch up. You were always a spritely little menace when you wanted to be. Landing on the ground floor, you pass by your father who whips to look at you and the direction you are heading, calling out your name as well. But you don’t listen, don’t stop, not when you know that whatever it was out there that fell from the sky is all alone, out in the bitter cold.
You make it to the two large doors of the entrance, pressing yourself against it but it does not budge. The two guards on stand by on each of the two wooden pillars a few steps away from the doors are surprised at the sight of you, exchanging a look, but ultimately stays by their post because they know you, and this is not the first time you tried to escape the keep in plain sight. Besides, you are too small and weak to budge the door even slightly – especially now, with the winds outside pushing back against your hardest effort.
But then suddenly, the doors do start to move, and when you open your eyes in astonishment, thinking it is all you – you see that it was actually Forrest. With a smirk on his face, he throws a playful wink your way.
A wide smile spreads on your lips; of course it’s him! Being the total opposite of his twin, Forrest is always joining in your foolish plans, humoring you without knowing (or caring) about the consequences.
And this… This will probably have a huge consequence, you think as the double doors blow wide open, letting in the merciless storm inside your home.
The guards are flabbergasted, both taking a second to realize what just happened, watching you and Forrest make a break for it.
“Lord Forrest! Lady—”
You hear them behind you, following, but you keep running, surprisingly matching pace with your most athletic brother even if the blizzard is trying to slow you down.
“Little cub, where are we going?” Forrest asks in between labored breaths, arm in front of him to try to block the heavy wind blowing against him that is making him exert so much more energy.
You were faring much worse, the built up of fallen snow already at your kneecaps but you push through. So at his question, you try to pinpoint in your mind where on Bear Island that the fallen thing could have landed. You should know it. You know your home like it is the back of your hand… C’mon, you chastise yourself, THINK!
Then an image of a place pops in your head, and you know for sure that is where it should be.
“Beyond the castle walls! In the woods! Where Jorah fell off the tree and broke his ankle!”
Forrest knows exactly where you mean, making him frown. “That is pretty far, sister–”
“Forrest! You imbecile !”
Forrest looks behind him, laughing at the angry Braeden hot on your heels. He could turn you around — knows he should, for every second spent outside more dangerous than the last — but something about pissing Braeden off seems a lot more fun at the moment.
He runs a bit ahead of you, stopping with his back turned towards you and bends his knees. “Hop on!”
You do as he says, jumping on his back and he makes sure to secure his hold on you before he starts again. Soon enough the two of you are at the gigantic logged entrance of the castle walls, still open. They had not a chance to shut it earlier, waiting for some of the men to return from their hunt. But once they all got inside, it was far too late for the men still outdoors to close it together when they needed to seek shelter fast.
Just as you pass the carving of the woman dressed in bearskin with a child on the gates, you feel yourself getting pulled back. At your shock, your grip on Forrest loosens and before you know it the both of you land on your backs on the snowy ground. It is Braeden’s seething glare you see when your eyes open after the big tumble. But although very clearly angry, he pulls both you and Forrest up on your feet.
“What the hell are you two doing?!” Braeden seethes while looking between his two younger siblings. Neither of you look him in the eyes – Forrest looks down in shame and you are looking beyond him as if he is not even in front of you. “Are you trying to get killed or are you both just daft?!”
“We were just–”
“Don’t even answer that,” Braeden shuts Forrest down, not wanting to hear any dumb excuses for the rhetorical question he asked. “Now get your feet moving back to the keep or else I’ll kill you before the storm does—”
And your feet do get moving — but in the opposite direction of your home. Braeden swiftly grabs your shoulders from either side and makes you face him directly.
“Are your ears broken?! Are you not gonna listen to me?!” He yells in your face. Braeden does not know what has gotten into you. Forrest, he can see him doing this. But you… You are always one to do as you are told. Sure, you would occasionally throw a fit but are never outright disobedient like this. But tonight, you are the mastermind of this stupidity.
And even now, even as he is up in your face, your eyes are still darting from his and then to the darkened entrance into the woods. His grip on you tightens, terrified that you’ll run off again if given the chance. He says your name to try to get your attention, and that is when another roar shakes up the island.
It sounds so mournful, wounded, and hearing it causes your heart to pick up in a panic, your breathing getting heavier.
“We have to…” You trail off, trying to pull away from your eldest brother. He keeps you in place, gesturing at the two guards who had just caught up for help with a gesture of his head.
“No, we have to go back inside.”
“But Braeden–”
“No,” he cuts you off, this time his word sounding more final.
Or it should be. You know it should be because Braeden is not only the oldest but the wisest of your siblings and you should not argue with him. But you just can’t… You just can’t sit by and just let this go.
You look him straight in the eyes, back straightening to feel more confident in your stance of defiance. “But you saw it didn’t you?! The thing that fell from the sky!”
“ And…? ” His brows furrow together as his head shakes incredulously. “What about it? What if it’s dangerous?”
Another beastly cry resounds, proving his point.
“You hear that? That’s a dragon—”
“And a bloody big one at that—”
“Shut up, Forrest. I don’t want to hear a word from you.”
“But what if it’s—”
“What if it’s what?!” It was you who Braeden snaps at this time, only to turn to see your watery gaze, and he is not sure if it’s because of the harsh wind on your face or if it's something else.
“I don’t know! ” You choke out with a sob, and he gets his answer. You are upset and in distress, worried for the unknown. “But something – or someone – out there needs help! Our help! ” You scream over the wailing winds in your eardrums. The tears are flowing freely down your face now, and it is clear you are having a hard time breathing, on the brink of hyperventilating, “Please, Braeden, please… They’re all alone and probably scared and –”
Braeden is not one to be swayed by tears. And this will not be the first.
It is your bravery that makes him change his mind.
He takes a shuddering sigh, silently praying to the Gods that if you all make out of the woods alive, that his mother would not finish the job.
“Alright, little cub,” Braeden presents his hand to you with a small smile. “Then let us help them. Together.”
Brightening up slightly, you take his hand, head bobbing in determination.
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The journey to the far eastern side of Bear Island where the willow tree that Jorah fell from and broke his ankles just three moons ago is going to be quite a perilous task. Climbing down the steep jagged hills that borders one of the rivers that runs through Bear Island and then crossing across said river has always been intensely tough, more so now with the blizzard picking up. Luckily one the guards that accompanied you and your brothers, Tylor, used to be a part of the group of woodcutters that traverse that part of the island before he took the post to guard your family. He leads your group now, navigating a path that even you could easily keep up with.
Soon enough, you make it closer and closer to where you needed to be, and another howl from the sorrowful dragon lets your group determine just how close you are.
You weren’t far off from your prediction, passing the willow tree to go a bit more north. That is where you find the most gigantic and terrifying creature you have ever seen in your life.
The dark green-bronze dragon laid on the ground and has made a clearing for itself with all the trees it had trampled flat. As soon as Braeden - who is the head of the group - steps foot in its newfound territory, its ferocious eyes snap your way, a low rumbling of a warning in its throat.
“Well, shit…” Forrest blurts out in awe, exchanging a look with Braeden. “I do not think we are wanted here.”
Braeden sighs with a nod, glancing back at the dragon and seeing nothing amiss – except, you know, just the dragon – then looks down towards you. “I’m sorry, little cub. It seems this was all for naught.”
Your lips tremble, confused because you know you saw something fall. “But we saw it fall, and it wasn’t just the dragon!”
“It must have been its droppings,” Forrest jokes through his chattering teeth. “Scared shitless because of the storm.”
You glare at him, hating how he could be right. Is that really just what you saw?
“My Lords, my Lady. We should head back now before your Lady Mother has our heads,” the second guard, Howland, pipes up; sounding more scared of your mother than the beast up ahead.
Braeden agrees with him, making a motion for you all to turn around to retrace your steps back to Mormont Keep. This time you do not argue.
But you glance back one last time, watching the dragon watching you, raising its head slightly off the ground as it huffs in satisfaction at your retreat. Then that is when you see it – a tiny hand, lifting up to caress the underside of the dragon’s neck before it falls back limp. You couldn’t really make out what it was, the snow obstructing your vision of whatever it is on the ground that the dragon is curled up around, protective. But it seems small – young.
You are running again before you, yourself, could even comprehend what you are doing.
As you weave through the fallen trees, your brothers and the guards try to follow – but another angry growl from the now alert dragon freeze you all in your place.
“Turn around now ,” Braeden seethes at you, eyes between you and the dragon that is now slowly getting up, looking like it’s getting ready to lunge. He moves his body just an inch, not even taking a step forward, and the dragon still gives a roar of fury.
But you were close enough now that when you squint your eyes to see better, you can see that the dragon is definitely coiled around someone. A human.
“There’s someone there!” You call back to your brothers.
“What?!”
“The dragon is protecting them…” You trail off, notice them shivering violently.
They do not look like they are in good shape.
The sight has the urgency coursing through your veins, taking a tentative and slow step forward. The dragon keeps its eyes on you, but doesn’t make a sound this time. Perhaps foolish on your part, but this has you rationalizing that it is allowing you to come closer.
“Stop being stupid!” You hear Forrest behind you and the snap of a tree branch being stepped on. That has the dragon snapping its jaw forward – though not towards you but at your companions. When they stop moving, it focuses on you again, huffing and tilting its chin down, towards the child hidden underneath it to protect them from the cold. A whimper vibrates the dragon’s throat, and that is when you knew . It wants you — and only you — to help.
Your feet keep moving now, not in a sprint but faster than a walk. You hear your brothers calling your name but you just shout back that you’ll be okay, that you can do it alone. For some inexplicable reason, you knew in your heart that the dragon would not harm you.
You are closer now, close enough to truly take in how enormous this creature is. Are all dragons this big? 10 of them can probably cover the whole entirety of Bear Island. Maybe less.
Shaking your head, you focus on the more important task at hand than mathematics. Getting to whoever it is the dragon is protecting.
You quicken up your pace and you finally reach the foot of the dragon. It moves slightly, pushing a log aside to give you an easier path to where the child lays beneath it. It bends its neck down, pushing you with its snout with another huff as if saying, hurry .
You are not cautious anymore, running full speed ahead and find a young boy who looks not much older than yourself at the center of the nest the dragon had made. His hair and skin were as pale as the snow on the ground that was not scorched with the dragon’s fire and clothes dark enough to just seem like a piece of fallen wood or a big rock. It’s no wonder none of you could see him earlier.
Dread fills you up, noticing he is not moving at all. Not even a shiver shook him. You quickly crash beside him, knees hitting the ground in a way that should hurt but you don’t feel it. With your own decreasing strength — finally feeling the chill slowing and weighing down your body – you pull him towards you, his upper body lying precariously on your lap.
“Wake up, please… Please, wake up…” you murmur to him, eyes filling with heated tears. You caress his face, your thumb rubbing across his cheek, just below the line of a scar running through his right eye. It is a healed one, so it wasn’t from the fall. At least there is that. But as you push his bangs off his face, you find blood gushing from his temple. Feeling sick, you try to check how bad it is, pressing your fingers around the cut. While you inspect, that’s when the boy starts to stir slightly.
Frozen, you stare at his face as his unscarred eye starts to move from behind the lid. Then he is blinking, slow and blearily, until it opens and you are greeted with the most vivid shade of violet. Your heart jumps to your throat as his head tilts and looks at you with the softest gaze, murmuring,
“ Enke..litsos... ? ”
Before you can ask what he means, his eye flutters shut again, though not before you see the light in them dimming. A sob wrecks through your body, pulling him into a tight embrace. Hoping and praying that would not be the last time you see that beautiful lilac eye.
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The murmurings at the other side of the wooden door that you have your ear pressed against is way too quiet. Your little fists clenched at your sides tightly so, frustrated that you are having trouble eavesdropping on the conversation.
It has almost been two hours since you, your brothers, and the guards had burst through the entrance of your home, shocking your family at the sight of an unconscious young boy that they have never seen before carried on Forrest’s back. It has almost been two hours, and you still do not know the fate of the boy that you had saved.
Did you actually even save him? Is he even still alive ?
You try not to think about how he was so cold to the touch, the blue of his lips, the light leaving his violet eye.
You have never been so scared before. It must have been evident in your sobbing and desperate calls for your brothers’ help as you struggled to lift the boy up by yourself that the dragon finally allowed them to come to you.
You remember the intense look in the dragon’s eyes as it watched you leave its territory. You knew it had been holding back, choosing to trust you to take care of the boy who is clearly important to it.
Was the dragon wrong to put its trust on you to save the boy it had been fiercely protecting?
You thump your forehead against the door, pressing hard on it enough to hurt as you blink away the incoming tears.
“Oi, stop doing that.”
You glance over to the side where Braeden sits cross-legged on the floor, back against the wall beside the door. He looks absolutely exhausted.
Being the oldest, Braeden got the brunt of the scolding. Your mother did not know whether to be angry at her children’s foolish venture or praiseful that said foolish venture might have saved a person’s life. So she settled for both, which was more frightening in the long run.
“You should go to sleep,” you tell him, turning your head to once again frown at the door as if it offended you. “Forrest already has.”
He chuckles. “As you should, as well. A little cub needs to hibernate, you know? To grow big and strong.”
You take a deep inhale, ignoring him. Or you try to. Maybe if you were strong enough then maybe…
“He is in good hands,” Braeden says aloud after a few minutes of silence. “Remember, Maester Garland is the reason our great-grandfather lived to be 102.”
It is not that you did not think Maester Garland is incompetent, it is that you think you were not fast enough to bring the boy to the maester to treat to the best of his capabilities. Your group did take the riskier path back home, in an obvious hurry, but you are afraid that was not enough.
You are about to tell your oldest brother what has been weighing down on your mind, when the door suddenly opens, startling you to take a step back with a gasp.
At the sight of the two of you, your mother heavily sighs.
“When did my two most obedient children stop listening to me?” She murmurs mostly to herself but obviously intending for you and your brother to hear her.
“Our names are not Dorothea One and Dorothea Two ,” you remind her haughtily. You might be pushing it now, but you could not hold back, your frustration from waiting so long taking over you. When Braeden laughs at your jest, your mother narrows her eyes at the both of you.
She could not even reply back, as you are already trying to push past her and into the room. You don’t get very far though, her arm barring you from entering.
“The boy needs his rest, and you do too, young lady,” she says, foregoing your familial pet name. Whenever someone does that, you know they are obviously not in the mood to coddle you or they are seriously upset with you. Your mother is both at the moment.
But her tone does not even phase you, when all you could really focus on is her words:
The boy needs his rest.
So does that mean…?
“So he is alright?” Your brother asks, beating you to it.
While he stands up from the ground, your mother answers, “He will be–” her stern gaze resting on you, “-- if his rest is uninterrupted–”
“Did he awaken!?” You ask excitedly, and she hushes you quickly with a glare, pressing a finger to her lips. You quickly slap a hand over your mouth, looking into the room, but all you see is Maester Garland and your father coming out of it.
Just as your father is about to close the door, you manage a quick peek into the guest chamber. They had moved the bed closer to the fireplace in the room, but you do not see the boy. The headboard of the bed hiding him from your view. At least you know he will be warm.
“He has not yet awakened–” Your face drops, turning to Maester Garland. Like always, there is a kind smile on his face, and he continues, “But if it will ease you, My Lady, he is breathing evenly and is even talking in his sleep. I will not lie to you, his left arm is broken and so are a few ribs. But all that will heal in due time.”
Your father clasps his hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your worry. “Forrest broke his ribs and it only took a moon to heal, remember that?”
You nod, remembering it all too well. The heated fight that broke out between your brother and the youngest Stark boy, Willam. It was the first time you have ever seen your brother being truly angry and you often wondered what had really transpired between them, what words were exchanged.
“And what of the wound on his head?” Braeden asks, breaking you out of the memory.
“Luckily it is just a minor cut. There is no sign of a hemorrhage or anything too serious. But I will be checking again in the morrow to make certain.”
Braeden hums, seemingly more at ease now with the new information. He smiles your way. “You hear that, little cub? He will be alright.”
Though you nod, you look downcast, gnawing at your lip.
You feel hands on your shoulders, and when you peer in front of you, it is not your father, but your mother bending down to be at your height.
“You did well,” she begins, causing your eyes to well up. “Although I’m still upset at you; you were a very brave and wonderful girl today, little cub.”
“I think she takes after you, my love,” your father says, chuckling. “You would have done the same thing in her shoes.”
Your mother laughs as she tugs you into her warm embrace. You squeeze her back tightly.
“Now, shall I tuck you into bed?”
Feeling sleepiness overtake you now, you allow your mother to take you by the hand. As the two of you walk away, you hear the three left behind still conversing behind you.
“I really do hope the blizzard passes soon so I can send a raven to King’s Landing. His family must be worried sick.”
“King’s Landing? I thought the boy did not wake…?”
“He does not need to wake for us to know who he is. There is no doubt about it. The boy… He is who they call One-Eye. The King’s youngest son—”
Heartbeat quickening, his name starts to echo in your head as soon as you hear your father utter it.
Prince Aemond Targaryen.
--
You had thought the stories you heard about the one-eyed Targaryan Prince were just that — stories.
You had never believed them, always scoffing whenever Septa Earla caught you taking an extra piece of pie and her reminding you that your greed will someday lead you to be like One-Eye; the prince who stole a dragon from a dead girl and in turn lost his own eye for it. You had thought it was such a stupid tale. Who would not trade an eye for a dragon? How could you even steal a dragon in the first place?
But now, you think about that ferocious and colossal creature in that clearing. The mere thought of the young prince stealing it makes no sense to you. Not only is he smaller than yourself, but you highly doubt the dragon would allow anyone to just “steal” it, whatever that entails. No, you think about the protectiveness the dragon has over the young boy, and you have the feeling that whatever it is that transpired between the prince and the mighty beast is not a one-way devious act. They have a bond that your Septa’s silly, little cautionary tale could never comprehend.
Then that has you thinking, wondering what made this Aemond Targaryen so special enough to have a dragon so loyal to him. It cannot just be because he is a prince, right? Is it because of his bloodline? You remember learning something about the Targaryens and their bloodline, how they came from an old and ruined city in the East. Or something like that… Perhaps you should have listened to those lessons closer, but you did not really care for history like Jorah does…
So you think, and think, and overthink so hard that you could not get a wink of sleep, tossing and turning in your bed.
You need to know more about Aemond Targaryen.
Huffing, you finally sit up. It is early in the morning now, and if the blizzard was not still ravaging hard outside, the sun would be beginning to rise in just an hour. Which means that although there would be a few in the Keep slowly awakening to start their day, there would still be a chance for you to sneak out of your chamber without being seen.
Pulling your blankets off you and hopping out of bed, you are quick yet light footed when you leave your bedchamber. Luckily, the room that the Targaryen Prince is currently in is close by yours, just five doors down the hall. You slip into his room like a ghost, barely making any sound.
As soon as the door closes behind you, you find yourself pressing up against it. You have always been too hasty, not thinking your plans through. But this one might be stupider than the one you had last night, traversing out in the blizzard… Barging into a room without consent. Not only was it improper, but it was rude and you were taught better. If your parents were not disappointed in you before, they would most definitely be now. Besides, it is not like he is awake to answer all the burning questions you came in here to ask.
So you decide to just leave, come back when he is lucid enough for company.
Though before you can open the door, you hear him start to stir behind you, whimpering in discomfort. You are swift to turn right back around, rushing to check on him.
The young prince looks better than the last time you saw him – color has returned to his complexion – but he still looks unwell. He lays there, a pained look pinching his sleeping face and a sling around his arm. Although for you it feels sweltering in the room, Aemond is still shivering as if still out in the cold. It has your heart clenching at the sight.
Worriedly, you touch his face with the back of your hand, gasping when you feel just how cold he still really is.
You take a hold of his hand closest to you - luckily, it is the one that is not broken - keeping it in between your hands as you start to try to rub the cold away. This always made you feel better whenever your loved ones did it to you, it always brought a warm feeling in your chest.
It seems to be working. As you continue, the tension between his brows relaxes slightly due to your touch. The silver-haired prince looks a bit more at peace now. A sigh of relief falls from your parted lips.
You keep at it for a bit, only stopping when a yawn creeps up on you. That is when you realize how tired you are now, body feeling heavy and head full of fluff. You should go anyway, before anyone finds you in there.
But when you go to pull your hand away, the once loose hold of his hand in yours tightens, keeping you in place. You try again and again to pry yourself away but his grip on you will not let up. For someone so small, it surprises you how strong he seems.
Finally, after a couple more minutes of trying and him not budging, you groan as you give up. Standing in place, you grow even more exhausted, and it has you looking around. You will not sit yourself on the bed beside him, even if there is room; but you cannot stand there anymore. That is when you spot a stool just beside his bed. It must have been the one Maester Garland had been sitting on when he was tending to the young prince. With your leg stretching, you manage to catch your foot around a leg to bring it closer to you.
Once you sit down, you heave another sigh, wondering to yourself how you got into this predicament. Then you laugh to yourself, remembering it was all you.
Soon, you start to slump on the stool, eyelids drooping until it closes.
So it is there where you finally fall asleep, holding onto the prince’s hand.
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“ Nngh..? ” The feeling of your hand getting squeezed causes you to stir awake. Your eyes blink open slowly, the wet feel of drool running down the side of your cheek that is pressed against soft fur. After wiping the gross feeling, you sit up, groaning with a stretch to alleviate the ache in your back — only to register that you could not, as the unfamiliar hand holding your own prevented you from doing so.
Confused, your gaze follows where your hand is connected, only half-remembering where you are. That is when you catch a lilac eye staring wide-eyed at you, a flush of pink high on the prince’s cheeks. The sight causes you startle with a gasp, so surprised to see him awake. The prince flinches minutely at your reaction, snatching his hand away from yours, head turning the other way, not facing you anymore.
You are too ecstatic to question it, not even noticing, so overjoyed that he is sitting up and awake and alive .
“Are you–”
“What happened to it?”
Your head tilts in confusion, but it is not like he can see it. “It…?” Then you realize, “Oh! The dragon?!” You glance out the window, the snow storm still wrecking havoc outside. You frown a little, murmuring as you look back at him, “I’m sure it’s fine… I hope so…”
His head to you, glaring as he snaps, “No, I don’t mean Vhagar. I know she’s fine. But…” He turns away again, for some reason unable to look at you for long, letting his hair fall to cover his face. “Where is it? My patch…”
“Your patch…?”
“Do not lie to me. It is an unforgivable offense to lie to a prince, you know,” he threatens. You see his hand that was once holding yours now clenching at the fur blanket covering him. “So give me back my eyepatch or else I’ll…” He takes a deep breath, and you are not sure if he is letting you fill in the blank to scare you more or if he just could not think of a punishment.
You sit up, pushing the stool back with the heels of your foot to create a bit of distance between the two of you. He lifts his head up slightly at the sound of the legs of the stool scratching the floor.
“When I found you, you were not wearing an eyepatch,” you let him know, frowning. It irritated you that he was accusing you of something you had no knowledge of, that all his ire is directed towards you. But you tell yourself to show kindness because of how terrified he must be feeling, being in an unfamiliar place – and injured, nonetheless. “It must have fallen off while you were falling. I’m sorry, but I do not have it.”
He takes a swallow at that, head turning to face you again, his violet eye on you while the other side of his face still obscured by his silver hair. “ You … You were the one that found me?”
You give him a tentative nod, nervous that he will accuse you of something else.
“So you are…” His face softens a bit as he mutters to himself just as soft, “ Enkelitsos… ”
Though quiet, you hear him. You were about to ask him what that means — for it is the second time you had heard him say it — but a knock on the door has your mouth clamping shut. Both your head turns, watching the door open. In comes Maester Garland, who stops short at the sight of the two of you.
Attention on you, the Maester huffs out a slight chuckle, “I should have known you’d be here, Lady—“
At the sound of your name, the young Prince perks up, glancing at you through the corner of his eye.
“I just got here!” You lie. Luckily, the only other one who knows the truth did not sell you out.
“I’m sure…” Maester Garland says with a smile. “I think everyone is breaking their fast now. Would you like to join them while I check over our young guest here? And you can come back with some food for him as well.”
Though it sounded like a suggestion, you knew it was really an order. So you nod, getting off the stool as you grin at the young Prince. “I’ll be back! I’ll get you the most delicious food, don’t you even worry about it!”
He looks at you in mild surprise, nodding back. Then you are running out the door, the Prince watching you until you are out of his sight.
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A few days pass before the blizzard also passes, and your father is finally able to send a raven to King’s Landing in regard to Prince Aemond. He writes about what had happened, how Aemond is doing, and Maester Garland’s professional opinion of allowing Aemond to heal on Bear Island for a moon before sending him back home. Your father also writes that he, himself, will be happy to take the Prince home with a few bannerman but if they have another plan, he is all ears for it.
While waiting for a letter back from King’s Landing, your family welcomes Aemond to your home, trying to make him feel as comfortable as possible. By his fifth day at Mormont Keep, he was told that he was well enough to eat with your family in the dining hall. At first he had politely refused, but on the eighth day, he timidly joined in the middle of dinner. By the end of that dinner, you can tell he was well entertained by Jorah’s and Forrest’s antics, and it was nice to see him laughing despite doing so seems to hurt his still healing ribs. He joined every family meal after that.
Prince Aemond and your brothers get along swimmingly, especially Forrest – which is not surprising because Forrest has a way of making a person feel like he is truly their best friend. Your parents and Dorothea also become quite fond of the young boy. Maester Garland likes how curious he is, always asking questions. Even Septa Earla has only nice things to say about him, warning you not to repeat the story she used to tell about him.
As you watch everyone around you get closer to the Targaryen prince, you can not help but feel envious. Ever since that first time the two of you talked, you never had again. But it is not like you have not tried. Because you have. Every. Single. Day.
Like clockwork, you visit him in his chamber every morning, trying not to let it get to you when he allows you inside after you knock, only to look away when he realizes it is you . You push through the cold shoulder he gives you; telling him about your day, reading to him your favorite books, showing off your latest embroideries or artworks — anything you can think of that would interest him. Honestly, it is like talking to a wall, but at least you know a wall has no choice but to not talk back.
It is upsetting. The only time you ever hear his voice is if he is talking to someone else. Even whenever you are in a group, he would only answer questions you asked if someone else repeats it after you.
You are not sure why he is treating you this way. It cannot just be because of the eye patch he accused you of keeping from him, right? Does he really just hate you? It hurts, but you pretend to everyone else that all is fine, only allowing the tears to flow when you are alone in your bedchamber at night.
You do not even know why you keep trying. You guess it is because the other kids on the island are either older or way too young to be your friend. Sure you have your siblings, but you’ve always wanted a best friend of your own like you have read in your books — and then Aemond fell from the sky, and it might be selfish but in your heart all this was fated for him to be that friend for you. Why else were you the one that saw him fall and the one who found him and the one his dragon, Vhagar, allowed to come to him?
Still, it was disheartening to be ignored. One can only take a number of rejections before giving up all hope.
So on the day that marks the second week that Aemond has been staying at Bear Island, you decide that this day will be the last time that you try to get through to him to become your friend. If he once again gives you the cold shoulder then you will leave him alone, forever.
Or at least until he leaves in a few weeks. Then after that, you’ll never have to see him ever again and with no effort on both your part. Because on that same morning, your father wakes you to tell you the news. They had just received a raven from King’s Landing and got word from the king himself that they trust your father’s words and are grateful for the care your house has given to the young Prince. He would like his son home sooner, but if the maester believes that a few more weeks to heal would be good for the boy then they’ll adhere to his suggestion.
Before he leaves for this morning duties, your father hands you a tiny scroll, telling you with a smile that he is trusting you to deliver it safely to the prince. It is a very important note from his mother and sister and it will definitely brighten up his day.
Maybe – just maybe – today will be the day , you think to yourself as you get ready. It is sunny outside, and you were also informed that Ser Gregory wants you to train with your brothers today. Not only that, you and Dorothea finally finished the little project you asked her to help you with last night. So once you are done getting dressed, you grab the scroll and the secret thing from inside your box full of your personal treasure before skipping excitedly out of your room.
“Come in,” you hear the muffled call out from the other side of the door you had just knocked. When you walk inside, you knew what you will be greeted with… Absolutely nothing. Once again, when the prince sees it is you, he looks away, pretending no one even came in the room as he quickly shuts the book he has in his hands.
You take a deep breath, trying to let it not bother you. At this point, you should be used to it by now.
You stride with purpose into the room, stopping beside where he sits at the desk. You hold your palm out, presenting the tiny scroll. You can see him eye it curiously.
“It is from your mother and sister,” you tell him. At that, he glances up at you, sees the kind smile on your face before sharply looking back down to cautiously take the note from your hand. While he pulls at the string, you let him know, “You’ll be staying for a couple more weeks so you can heal properly, then my father and a few of our bannerman will take you home.”
“I know,” he murmurs. “Lord Mormont already told me earlier.”
Your father already visited him? Then why did he not just give him the note then? You can’t help but playfully roll your eyes at your father’s antics. He must have known how hard you have been trying to befriend the prince.
As Aemond opens the note, you give him some privacy, turning away to look and touch at the knick knacks on the desk he has made his own. Some things you can tell are from your brothers, but most were given to him by you. That is when you notice that the book he had been reading is the one you told him is your favorite. It makes you smile a little, but you remind yourself not to make a big deal of it. He was probably just bored.
“What are you wearing?” You hear Aemond ask, and when you turn to him, he is staring at you, the note placed neatly on the desk. You almost want to point at yourself and go, ‘ who me ?’ because this is the first time he has ever said something directed at you without you having to prompt him first. But you guess your outfit for today is very different from your usual. Instead of skirts and dresses, you have dressed up in your new favorite pants.
Taking a step back, you proudly show it off, spinning for him. “It’s my new training outfit! Dorothea made it for–”
“Training…?”
Smiling wide, you excitedly nod. “Yes! Today, Ser Gregory is teaching me how to block–”
“Girls don’t fight,” Aemond says like it is a fact, taking you aback.
“Yes, they do!’ You snap back, getting a bit heated now.
“No, they don’t,” he says again, though a confused frown sits on his face. “My mother, the Queen, doesn't. My sister doesn’t. A lady doesn’t fight.”
You glare at him. If you weren’t so mad, it would have dawned on you that this is the first time he has held your gaze for longer than a second.
“ I’m a lady too! I’m ten and two already, and they do fight, like my mother and grandmother and—”
“You’re ten and two?”
You let out a frustrated huff, sick of his interruptions and his backwards way of thinking. So entitled and rude. Are all princes like this? Do you even want to be his friend anymore?
“What’s it to you ?”
He glances at you from under his pale lashes and says softly as if shy, “I am as well…”
Your eyes widen, eagerly asking him when his date of birth is. Turns out, yours and his are only a few days apart. And just like, everything he has done to you and the way he treated you prior to this is forgotten. You excitedly ask him a million more questions, and this time, he indulges you with the answer.
Some time passed and although you hated to halt this development between you and the prince, you had to get going to train with Ser Gregory.
“I guess I should get going,” you tell him after the both of you had died down from a fit of laughter because of a story you told about Septa Earla and a hornets’ nest.
Maybe you are imagining things, but you could have sworn you saw a flicker of disappointment on his face. “I suppose you should…”
Even after bidding each other a good day, you shift in place awkwardly. Although you had been waiting for today’s training for so long, you just did not want to leave… But you should. With a sigh, you turn, about to head out, when–
“Oh!” You turn back to him, remembering you had something else for him. From your pocket, you take it out to give to him. Once he has it in his hand and is examining it, you start explaining, “I know this might not be like the one you lost but I hope you’ll like it! I don’t know what your old one looks like but I borrowed Butcher Pate’s for reference. You see, he lost his eye from a fishing accident way before I was born. But anyway, I think I must have weirded him out when I asked for it. Dorothea and I made it – well, okay, mostly Dorothea made it but look–” you proudly point out the little purple embroidery on the band of the leather eyepatch, “I did that! Isn’t it nice? I’m not usually good at lettering but I tried really hard to perfect your initials!”
You were talking so fast, a million words per second, that Aemond can’t help but giggle a bit. When you are done, you wait expectantly, nervous as well in the way you toy your fingers together. Then Aemond’s lilac eye is on you, a big smile spreading on his face, rounding his cheeks.
“Thank you,” he says, so genuinely that it makes all of Dorothea’s chores that you did to have her make it worth it. Then he looks away, back at the eyepatch in his hands, fingers feeling the threading, “And I’m sorry… For being so… Unsavory towards you.”
Your heart warms at his apology, almost tearing up. But you blink it back when he looks up at you again and repeats, “I’m truly sorry.”
“It’s alright,” you forgive easily. This is what you wanted. All your hard work had paid off. Then with a toothy grin, you add teasingly, “At least you know that you were being a jerk.”
His head dips sheepishly. Before he can drown in sorrow, you hit his good shoulder playfully.
“Would you like to watch my brothers and I train?”
When Aemond nods, you hold your hand out, offering it for him to take.
He does.
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i know it’s hard to write for occultus cuz he had like 5 seconds of screen time and it’s okay if you can’t write for me.
can you write about how the reader is always quiet and to themself and occultus tries his best to help them since they were kids, so he introducs the reader to the black circle? and occultus has big crush on the reader but doesn’t want the reader to know but the black circle knows
Quiet and Loud
warning : fluff, friends to lovers, alcohol
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Info : Thanks for the request and it was a little bit of a strugle to write for him but it was also fun. Hope you like it :)
Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.
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It was a bright summer day in the small Norwegian town. The sun was in the sky and the bushy clouds were not visible. Everything was peaceful. People were going about their business, going to church, school and work. But the younger ones were also going about their work, so to speak. Playing.
The primary school children of the local school had all kinds of children. Loud, cheeky, happy, sad, exuberant and of course quiet children. Among them was a little girl who was sitting alone in the shade under a tree.
She watched the children around her, watched them play, laugh, cry, and just seem happy. It wasn't that she didn't want to play, she just didn't feel like it. She was also a little different from the other children. She was quieter, introverted and yet not unfriendly. She was just always herself.
A squeak and a hiss reached her ears and she watched a boy jumping from the swing. She knew his name was Occultus, a boy who was sometimes alone. But he was bursting with energy and joy.
Something that made her smile. She saw him running around spreading his arms and moving them up and down. Is he playing bird? she asked herself, looking from the flower in her hand to the songbirds singing in the trees. Continuing to watch the birds she was startled when suddenly the boy appeared in front of her.
She saw Occultus use his finger and nudge her neck. ,,I bit you, now you have to play vampire with me," he demanded, giggling and pretending to wipe blood from his chin.
Uncertainly putting the flower away and looking down at herself pretending to feel something she rose and turned slightly. A giggle crossed her lips before she spread her arms and walked with him through the shaded area. Two bats and an encounter that would later become so much more.
That was more than ten years ago now they were both twenty and yet their relationship had not changed. She was still quiet and introverted, he was still hyper and loud. But still the black-haired man always had an eye on her.
He was always there for her, tried to integrate her everywhere and had to realise that he was also labelled as weird and that they could no longer be seen together in the normal environment. They were both too weird to be normal.
Which is why the call from her boyfriend at one o'clock in the morning didn't come as a surprise. ,,Hey bat come to the record shop Helvete. I want to introduce you to someone who is a good friend of mine" she heard him say and she knew which shop he meant.
She had heard that a new shop had opened in town a few months ago. One gets to know everything in a small town. She briefly weighed whether she should do it but even though she was nervous she knew Occultus was there.
Grabbing her boots and heading out of the flat, she made her way to the shop. She knew where it was, everyone knew, because even at this time of night there was still music coming from the shop. Loud enough not to disturb her, but quiet enough so that the police wouldn't come.
Walking to the shop and going inside she found herself in the front compartment. She looked through the shelves a little and saw that a few albums appealed to her before she heard the voices from downstairs.
Pushing the curtain aside, she went downstairs and found herself in a spacious basement. ,,Y/N! There you are," she instantly heard his voice before she was pulled into a warm embrace. Returning the embrace she felt safer, felt that she finally had him with her again.
Detaching himself from her, he introduced her to his friends. They're all funny, it went through her head, feeling more welcome. Felt understood and happy. ,,Also if you ever want an abstract artwork just ask Dead" she heard him say and saw the short nod of the blond who seemed to be looking for animals already.
The others were also nice to her, telling her about the beginning of the band, telling her to try the beer, listening to new albums together. It was a good night, a night in which she found herself at Occultus more and more often.
She was almost put on Occultus again and again by the black coven. She didn't mind, she felt her heart beat a little faster when she was close to him.
At the same time, the warmth shot into her face as their hands touched again and again. She saw how the dark eyes kept landing on her, how he nervously played with his necklace and sipped his beer to watch her.
He occasionally used his voice to tell jokes and lighten the mood. ,,How about we get some more beer and you two stay here, you love bats," Euronymous said, a little beside himself with the alcohol as the others hastily joined in.
Occultus became a little more nervous and Y/n sipped her beer again. They saw the black coven chuckle and wink before they all hurried out of the cellar, leaving the two alone in the candlelight and music.
There was a little silence between them before she saw Occultus smirk before he finished his beer and rose from the couch. ,,What are you doing?" she asked, worried he was going to walk out of the basement. Instead he squeaked and turned before spreading his arms for a moment. ,,A bat dance?" he asked and held out his hand to her.
A smile came to her lips as she nodded and took his hand before they both moved around the room dancing and laughing. Not only did their wings beat in unison, but their hearts beat the same. Rapidly with love.
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catch up
a bit about Riku and being a loner.
The surf comes in, soaks the back half of his pants. He knows when he stands up he’ll look ridiculous. Sora will point and laugh and tell him how ridiculous he looks.
Riku doesn’t mind. He likes to make Sora laugh. He always has.
The water is warm, warmed by the evening sun and the heat of a summer that never really ends on these islands. He never really noticed that, how his home was cradled in a static existence where the sun almost always shined and even when it stormed it just meant the sun would shine brighter the next day.
“You’ve always been too good at this,” Sora says from behind.
Riku looks up and over his shoulder at him.
“Good at what?” Riku asks.
Sora sits down next to him and smiles. Riku’s always been absolutely weak for Sora smiling but now that they’re growing from exuberant borderlining on goofy to bright and sweet, he’s pretty sure Sora could ask him to do terrible things and he’d do it without hesitation.
“Being alone,” Sora says and immediately frowns when it makes Riku laugh. “What?”
Riku shakes his head. “I’m not,” he says. “Good at being alone. The last few years being alone has lead to some questionable if not outright terrible decisions on my part.”
Sora stays quiet but stares intently.
“I isolated myself back home and ended up tossing it into darkness,” Riku continues. “Also ended up getting possessed which is weird because sometimes when it’s really quiet I can still hear him whispering in my mind. Maybe just a memory? I don’t know.”
The waves roll in just a fraction closer, but it makes both of them curl their toes into the wet sand.
“Castle Oblivion was me at my very best,” the sarcasm in his voice makes Sora frown a bit deeper. Riku is direct and dry in his communication but rarely sarcastic. “Kept that up but then blindfolded. Don’t get me started on Roxas and then transforming myself into the man who possessed me.”
“You did the best you could, Riku,” Sora says. Maybe it’s part of his dna, but he can’t help but feel sorry for his friend. “It must’ve been lonely.”
Riku grins. “When you said you wanted to go with me so we could do the Mark. Together…” He’s past caring about how this looks, so he sighs. “I was so happy. Even when we got split up..”
“Which was my fault,” Sora says with a sad look.
“Nah,” Riku says. “You did your best. Which is a thousand times better than most people’s best.” He leans down to lay his crossed arms on his raised knees. “It was the first time I felt like we were together. Even though we were apart, I still felt like you were with me.”
Riku doesn’t continue, like what happened after the Mark is something better left unsaid. The Dark Margin, the Graveyard, how Sora can’t remember Riku staring death down in a way none of their friends had been able to. He knows it happened, like Castle Oblivion happened, like he fell so deep into dreams Riku had to yank him out, memories because someone else told him.
“That year you were gone,” Riku says. “Don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone. Everyone was involved with finding you but, it was like they lived life alongside that. I just couldn’t. Felt like I was…”
Dancing on the kid’s grave, Cid had said to Riku. Chin up, he wouldn’t want you to be like this, maybe it’s time to move on, all those baseless platitudes that made Riku only more determined.
“Felt weird,” Riku says. “And wrong.”
“You found me, though,” Sora says with a grin.
Riku laughs again. “Yeah and you forgot all about me,” he says, leaning in close to Sora’s face, giving him a nudge with his shoulder.
“I didn’t mean to!” Sora says with mock indignation. “You know… you’re always finding me.”
Riku frowns at him.
“You found me in Traverse Town,” Sora says. “And in Castle Oblivion. You found me all over the place once I woke up. You found me when I got lost during the Mark and when I fell to Darkness in the Graveyard…”
Riku startles and whips his head towards him. “You… you remember that?”
Sora doesn’t look at him but he grins. “I did eventually… in Quadratum,” he says. “It was you, how could it not be? It’s always you.”
“But Kairi…” Riku feels his face heat at his stammer, feeling caught out.
“Kairi kept my body from fading away,” Sora says with a fond look. “She’s so strong. Don’t think I’ve ever given her credit for that. I thought it was you at first! It felt like you… but then I thought it was Kairi. I mean… there she was, waiting for me in the Darkness.”
Riku turns his head back to the sea. The sunset is turning the water to that vibrant amber orange that Sora likes so much.
“But it was you,” Sora says. “Should’ve known it was you. And then you found me in Quadratum, even though I didn’t recognize you. If it hadn’t been for you, Kairi and I would’ve just wandered in the dark.”
Riku looks back at Sora when he feels a hand on his arm, curling around it with a firm grip.
“You were always so much brighter than all of us,” Sora says, his voice uncharacteristically solemn. “You were just too good at hiding it. And here I am, thinking you’re good at being alone. I fell for it again.”
Riku isn’t sure why it touches a nerve, but it does. His back straightens, his eyes feel a little warm, he tries to clear this throat as subtly as he can.
Sora looks right at him, uses his grip on Riku’s arm as leverage and presses a quick as can be kiss to Riku’s cheek. Riku whips his head around to stare at Sora with eyes so huge they feel like they might pop out. Sora, of course, is grinning.
“Haaa, wanted to do that for ages," Sora says. "Was that okay?”
Riku is stuck between disbelief and joy. He nods though, because this tiny act of affection from his dearest friend has been a thing he had given up wanting.
It’s his own fault - he’s never given up on Sora before, and for good reason.
So Riku returns the favor, moves in slow so Sora knows what’s coming. Sora tilts his head up invitingly and lets his eyes slip shut, which Riku takes as acceptance. The kiss he gives Sora lands on the corner of his mouth, momentary and fleeting.
Sora opens one eye when Riku draws back. “That was it?”
Riku’s cheeks are burning. “You’re such a dork,” he says. “Why am I even friends with you?”
Sora looks at him with a sort of knowing smile that says he knows exactly why but he’s not going to deprive himself of the pleasure at watching Riku squirm to get it out.
“You’re…” Riku starts. He shakes his head because he’s overwhelmed and Sora won’t stop gazing at him like he’s making the sun shine brighter. “Such a dork.”
Sora laughs, presses his cheek to Riku’s shoulder and lands a well aimed punch to his arm. “I really came down here to take you back to the ship,” he says. “Donald’s going to blow a gasket if we stay any longer.”
“Let him,” Riku says. He’s dutiful at his core though, so he stands, Sora still hanging from his arm.
Of course Sora bursts out laughing. “I get that sitting on the beach is nice, Riku,” he says, pointing at the wet seat of Riku’s pants. “But you could at least try and find a bush or tree.”
Riku nods his head with a sardonic grin and leans over to smack the equally wet seat of Sora’s pants. “Look who’s talking!”
It just makes Sora laugh even louder, setting off at a run up the beach back to the Gummi ship.
Riku follows, because he doesn’t like being alone. He doesn’t have to anymore.
He catches up quick.
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The Miller Farm in June
There is no progress without fear! No growth without discomfort! Being so brave and sharing my writing even if it makes me writhe in agony :) enjoy the little blurb/snippets about my oc below the cut if u want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Cassius lay in bed, thoughts continuing to swirl around in his head as he drifted between sleep and wake. It was a blissfully peaceful state he hardly found himself in. That is, until this summer began.
There was always a gnawing sense of dread or impending doom to be felt with his line of work, an unrelenting knot in his stomach and a racing mind that couldn’t be silenced. Everyone was always out for blood, or revenge or god knows what else. But here…
Here, time was slowed, as if in its own little bubble. It was safe from anything and everything outside of it, untouchable. Here, his work couldn’t possibly interfere. Here, he could breathe.
Clark had made him feel incredibly welcome from the very beginning, of course. Nothing, however, could have prepared Cass for the days after that first semester; of their first meeting. Never before had he laughed so much, nor had he ever truly, properly relaxed. Not once, in his twenty-one years on earth, had he expected anything Clark had in store.
Not the malt shop, not the carnival. Not the cruises in Clark’s truck with Elvis Presley and Patsy Cline and Doris Day and Johnny Mathis coming through a staticky station. No, not a force on earth could have prepared him for the accidental grazes of their hands, nor their proximity when they sat on the tailgate sipping sweet tea, leaving no space between each other. All too often Cassius found himself thinking -more than he should- of the way the summer heat would leave their thighs stuck and faces flushed. The way they would bump together while Clark mindlessly swung his feet as they talked for hours. Or even of the feeling that shot through him the first time Clark had yanked him into an exuberant embrace while he cheered about something on the television. They were watching The Lone Ranger… or something along those lines… Cass could hardly care to recall. The rest of that night was spent staring at his ceiling gnawing on his lip while his heart hammered against his chest. Though he wondered how many of those times were just the sweat and the heat and how much of it really was…. Regardless, the suspense to follow in wake of these ‘accidents’ left Cass reeling. Each night would end the same way, with confusion, fear and guilt writhing and churning and fighting for dominance until he could finally persuade sleep to take over. It wasn’t always just those three, though. Sometimes fondness and warmth joined the mix, along with curiosity and a fascination with it all, which really only lead to confusion again. The cycle continues. Before this summer, if someone had told him any of this would happen, he would have thought them insane. Because for him to have a life like that, well, that sounded a lot like having a home.

Home.
He supposed he did rather think of this place like home. He’d never had a home before, nor a friend, but he could tell Clark was a good one. All because…
Well, because he feels like home.
Cass’s eyes snapped open.
Home??
His heart raced as icy panic shot up his spine, tensing every muscle he had.
You know damned well why this cannot be home. Get ahold of yourself.
What was he doing? What was he thinking? He wasn’t sure what terrified him more: the risks Clark and his mother unknowingly took by insisting he stay with them during the summer, or how easily he gave in to them. Was it all that tempting?
Surely, his will was stronger than a few pleas? An offer of a place to sleep and home-cooked meals?
Stronger surely, than all those hot days spent swimming with Clark in the lake.
Or than the nights spent in the back of his truck bed watching fireflies dance and stars twinkle while crickets and peepers and owls sang their serenades in competition with the radio.
Incredibly selfish. The very idea- the danger you’ve already put them in… that you continue to put them in, every day you spend here!
Cassius ran his shaking hands over his face, scrubbing away whatever lingering feeling of sleep his sudden anxiety neglected. He tossed the covers back, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. The alluring temptation to lay down again almost instantly beckoned him. To simply put his head back on the pillow and be welcomed once more by the serene dreamlike trance he was in just moments earlier. To hell with the day, to hell with this sudden anxiety.
But no.
Opting instead to stand, to somewhat clumsily make his way to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face, Cass pushed the panic and guilt back down inside his chest, somewhere deep and far enough away to allow for a halfway decent rest of his day. It could churn and writhe as much as it would like when he tried to find sleep again later. For now, he was completely. Fine. He owed them that much at minimum.
Clark was a bit more perceptive than Cass really liked, but he would never push Cass into an explanation. That much he could appreciate. But Clark’s mother was a force to be reckoned with. Her radar was truly the most fine-tuned instrument of empathy Cassius had ever encountered, (must be one of those ‘motherly’ things) and he’ll be damned if he gave it any reason to go off. Their generosity and hospitality, their kindness; it was already more than he could afford. There was no need to worry them.
Surely, any threat would have presented itself by now? Wishful thinking, Cass knew, but it was the only thought keeping him from losing it completely, or from up and leaving in the dead of night to lure any impending danger away from his beloved little ‘family’. It wouldn’t be hard to do, of course. And he’d, of course, have no trouble at all leaving any of this behind. The thought of his other life colliding with his new one was just as nauseating as it was dangerous.
Family?
Was that how he thought of them? Who was he kidding? What on god’s green earth had he gotten himself into?
So to the thought he clung, with all of his confusion and guilt and fascination and hope attached. Desperately. Needily.
Selfishly.
#pilot writes!#writing#summer#god this is terrifying#yall seem like lovely people though?? :0#love me some inner turmoil amirite??????#pilots ocs!
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You Have Terrible Morals and Obligations - Ghost/Soap
Official Part 4
TW: Cursing
Soap had received a message to report to Price’s office for 0800 in preparation for a mission. He was happy as he walked, smiling and fist-bumping any and all recruits on his way.
With the summer heat, he had grown an attractive tan, his Mohawk longer in length but still trimmed on the sides. Once his eating schedule had been fixed, he gained his muscle back ten fold. His confidence and personality came back as well, making him seem larger than life.
Soap bounced back from his ultimate tragedy and became more exuberant than ever. Ghost would’ve been proud. He wouldn’t have wanted Soap, or anyone for that matter, to mourn his death.
Soap knew Ghost didn’t think highly of himself in terms of endearment. From his traumatizing childhood to the fear people grew of him in the military, he often didn’t garner friends. That’s where the Task Force came in. They were his family and his friends, yet Ghost still wouldn’t accept that.
He thought it dumb for them to be there for him. Being close with people who would most likely die was just asking for heartbreak. Soap always disagreed with him on that, though. He always wanted to know peoples stories, make friends with everyone. Ghost envied him a little bit.
Soap could hear two voices speaking in Price’s office, but didn’t think too much of it as he knocked. It was probably just some poor sap Price recruited to go on the mission with them. He pushed open the door once Price shouted “Come in!”
He walked towards the desk while looking at the files in his hand, too distracted by the typed words to fully take in the two men that stood in front of him.
“Cap, when I was going over the file reports something didn’t make sense to me. If you look here-“ He regarded Price with a smile, he then turned to Ghost and offered him a casual nod. Looking back at his report he moved to continue talking, but no words came out. He froze in the spot, besides the violent shaking of his hands as he held the papers.
He slowly raised his head, mouth agape as Ghost straightened his stance. He could see the man’s eyes widen minutely in worry, but his expression immediately went stoic under the mask.
Soap was enraged, could feel himself flushing red. He had thought Ghost was dead for months. He relapsed in his sobriety, took up smoking, almost lost his job because Ghost was dead. But now he had the audacity to be standing in front of him wearing the tightest short-sleeve black shirt Soap had ever seen and grey sweatpants that hugged his thighs a little too well without a scratch or scathe?
His eyes looked tired beneath the balaclava, black makeup scrubbed off but not completely. His stance was slack too, even though he tried to stand tall.
Ghost took a half-step forward, a small ‘Johnny’ falling from his lips as he regarded him nervously.
Soap’s vision began to blur, stinging with tears that threatened to fall the longer he stood there. “N-No, what? How??” He stuttered out, knees beginning to feel weak. He crumpled to the floor, body shaking with quiet sobs. He gripped at his shirt, chest throbbing from the emotion.
Price moved to his side, wrapping his arms to try and help Soap sit up, “Breathe, son, breathe.” His voice was calm, but Soap was the farthest thing from calm. He shrugged the other man off, barely paying attention to the hurt look on his face.
“You-“ He probably looked insane, snotty and sobbing as he pointed an angry finger at Ghost, “You’re alive?!”
“It was for a mission, Soap,” He used his call sign. He was trying to create distance, pulling a sort of rank. Soap was fuming, “No one could know I was alive.”
Soap stood then, wanting to cave in on himself for looking so pitiful. Of course, it was a mission. He needed to know that. Understand that.
“You should understand that, Soap.” Fuck this. He puffed out his chest, aggressively wiping his tears as he stared at the two men.
“Fuck you. Both of you.” He spat, turning on his heels. The files were discarded on the floor as he stepped over them, stomping out into the hall.
Price and Ghost called after him, but he ignored them as he walked anywhere that wasn’t in their presence.
I was busy all weekend so I wasn’t able to work on this, but I finally finished this part 🥲
It’ll get better soon, I can’t handle angst and drama.
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Persistently Optimistic
Stanford Pines considers himself a man of many regrets.
One of which is feeling as though he never spent enough time with his great-niece
Notes:
I had the absolute biggest honor to write this piece for @gf10yearslaterzine!!!
This is the first time I've ever been able to write for one that made it all the way to the end goal, so this feels like a massive accomplishment for me! I'm really proud of myself and how far I've come, and I sincerely hope it shows through my work!
I decided not to go the route of a time-skip, but rather to focus on a dynamic that didn't get nearly enough love in canon. Ford and Mabel bonding will always be my beloved, and what better place to represent that in a love letter to the series itself?
Thank you, Gravity Falls, you've brought me unbelievable levels of joy over the years. I can't even begin to measure the people in my life that I've met as a result of my love for this show. Thank you, my lovely readers, who have supported me over the years and encouraged me to keep writing even when I've thought of giving up. Thank you to the wonderful crew of the show. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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For as long as he could remember, Ford was convinced that nothing in this world could make him happier than the thrill of discovery. In a world where he was always seen as the abnormality, nothing put a bigger smile on his face than knowing he wasn’t alone, that there were far weirder creatures out there than a geeky polydactyl scientist who played too many tabletop games.
He thought for sure that he would never find an outlet as comforting as research, as documented proof that there was a place where all the weirdos out there could fit in. And for decades he was right, and was sure research and oddities were the only positive consistencies he would ever have in his life.
But then came along Dipper and Mabel, and everything that was missing in his life just fell right back into place. Sure, he still finds unmeasurable joy in hunting down all the mythical creatures he’d been hearing about since his childhood, but now he’s just as happy to be back in Gravity Falls for the summer as he was doing research out at sea.
He smiles to himself at the thought, and continues on with unpacking his things. He’s only got one box left to unpack, and as long as nothing else distracts him he should be all finished and settled in within half an hour.
As if that train of thought was an invitation, Ford’s hand brushes across something bright pink and covered in glitter.
Mabel’s scrapbook.
He’d completely forgotten that he and Stan had taken it with them on their trip. She was the one who insisted they bring it in case Stan’s memory started acting up again, and no matter how much Ford had protested in fear of damaging or losing it, she just shrugged it off and insisted that she could always make a new one.
They hadn’t needed to use it nearly as much as Ford was originally thinking they would’ve, and for that he’s eternally grateful, but just the weight of it in his hands is enough to cause a rush of emotions to come flooding back to him.
Mabel Pines is something special.
Even when all the hope in the world was lost, even when everyone else around her was grieving for lost love, she persisted. When all science and logic pointed towards failure and heartbreak, she persisted. She believed with her heart and soul that the answer was to love and nurture, and she was right.
Ford takes a moment to flip through some of the pages, now that there’s no urgency or panic behind it. The more he flips through pages and pages of blurry photographs and paragraphs upon paragraphs written in glitter gel, the more he realizes just how exuberant and loving she is all the time, even through the written expression of her own private thoughts.
The more he reads, the more he realizes that...he doesn’t know as much about Mabel as he thought he did. They’d spoken quite a few times over the previous summer, and Mabel was always present during the video calls home when he and Stan were out at sea, but it’s hitting Ford that...he never really took the time to get to know her on a personal level like he had with Dipper.
...No. He closes the scrapbook and forces himself to stop that train of thought before the guilt has time to sneak its way in. There’s still time. There’s plenty of time. He gently places the scrapbook down on his desk, and makes his way up to Dipper and Mabel’s shared attic bedroom.
He knocks gently on the door as he enters. Dipper’s lying on his bed reading a book, and Mabel is lying down on the floor on her stomach as she scratches behind Waddles’ ears.
“Hi Grunkle Ford!” she beams, and Dipper lowers his book to wave hello. “What brings you here?”
“Well, I wanted to check in and see how unpacking was coming along, but it appears that you’re getting along just fine” he smiles, and takes a knee so he’ll be closer to her eye level. “Mabel, dear, would you like to get some lunch with me? My treat.”
“Would I?” she beams, and she’s already dragging Ford out of the room before he has any time to explain why. “Free food and an afternoon with the smartest Grunkle in the world? Let’s go!”
Ford can’t help but smile fondly at her enthusiasm, and simply follows as she leads him by the hand out of the Shack. She practically skips along the sidewalk as they go, quietly humming a tune to herself. Even as she drags along someone at least twice her size, nothing slows her step for even a moment.
“So, what’s the catch?” she asks once they’re about halfway to the diner, cutting into his thoughts. Ford is initially taken aback by the question, but he finds relief in the smirk spreading across his niece’s face. “Are you finally going to give me my invitation letter to wizard school?” She claps her hands together, her smirk growing ever so slightly mischievous. “Ooh, Dipper isn’t here! Are you about to tell me that I’m your favorite nibling? It’s okay, I promise I won’t tell.” She gently nudges at his side with her elbow, and a chuckle escapes Ford as he ruffles up her hair.
“I’m afraid it’s a no on the wizard school, kiddo” he smirks, attempting to mirror her own. “You just missed the enrollment period by a few days.”
“Oh, boo” Mabel pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just when I’d started knitting my own wizard’s robe, too”
“I’ll be sure to put an extra good word for you next semester, then,” he smiles, and gently places a hand on her shoulder. “However, there is something I wanted to discuss with you in private”
The mischievous grin doesn’t waver on her face for even a moment. “Ooh, mysterious author-y secrets! Even better!” she tugs on his hand as she pulls him along at a faster pace, which only causes the smile on Ford’s face to soften even more. He’d figured he wouldn’t get very far conversation wise on the way there, but leave it to Mabel Pines to make even a walk to the local diner twice as enjoyable as he ever could’ve imagined it.
…Even more of a reason to regret not trying to make a personal connection with her sooner, he supposes.
He does his best to keep that train of thought to himself, and spends the rest of the time on the walk to the diner just allowing himself to enjoy her company.
“So…” Mabel begins once they’re settled into their table at Greasy’s. “What’s up?” She places her elbows on the table, and rests her chin on her hands. “I can’t imagine what you could possibly find so important that you insist we talk about it privately, yet so tame that you insist on bringing me to the most popular restaurant in town”
Ford chuckles. “It’s one of the only restaurants in town at all, dear. I’d say that title is pretty moot in this case.” He scratches at his chin, suddenly finding that now that he has the opening he’d wanted to talk about things that he’s feeling much more anxious about addressing them than he’d originally thought. “In all seriousness, Mabel, this is less about keeping secrets, or anything overly exciting like you were probably hoping, and more on the line of something…personal that I wanted to express with you”
“Oh, ho ho!” She beams, mischievously rubbing her hands together. “Grunkle Ford, have you finally come around on my matchmaking services? I know at least a dozen old ladies who would find you at least twice as attractive as Grunkle Stan, if you promise never to tell him I told you that!”
Ford’s cheeks burn bright red, but he waves a dismissive hand before she can go any further with that conversation. “Th-that’s very kind of you to offer, but…no” he clears his throat, hoping to clear the blush from his face as well. “I was thinking more on the lines of discussing what happened last summer”
“...Oh” Mabel’s mischievous smile slips from her face. “You mean with the scrapbook? I already told you that it’s no big deal”
Ford shakes his head. “It is a big deal, Mabel. I’m not sure Stan would’ve ever been the same again if it hadn’t been for your persistent optimism and quick thinking”
“Aww, shucks, Grunkle Ford” Mabel waves a hand, a light blush forming on her cheeks. “You know that’s just how I am”
“But it’s so much more than that, Mabel” Ford reaches across the table and takes Mabel’s hands in his own. “You’re a brilliant young girl that never gives up on her hopes and dreams in even the most dire of circumstances, but…” he casts his glance elsewhere to avoid eye contact with her, “I only wish I’d been able to see that sooner. I neglected you in favor of your brother last summer, and I want to make it up to you. I’m sorry”
Silence, save for the sound of Mabel getting up from her seat. Ford sighs, and prepares to stand to follow her out the door to further explain, but before he can so much as scoot a single inch out of his booth, there are a pair of tiny arms around him.
“Is that what this is about?” Mabel’s words are muffled as she hugs him. “Grunkle Ford, you big softie!” she gives him a big squeeze before she releases and returns to her seat across from him. “I’m always happy to have an excuse to spend some private time with my favorite Grunkles, but you don’t need to feel bad about anything!”
Ford blinks. That was…certainly not the reaction he was expecting. “Really?”
“Of course!” she beams. “All that it means is that you have the pleasure of getting to know me now!” She offers a hand in his direction. “It’s nice to meet you, Grunkle Ford”
There’s something inexplicably contagious about the way she smiles. Ford can’t help but offer a warm smile in return as he shakes her hand. “The pleasure’s all mine,” he replies, which only widens her smile even further.
“So is there anything in particular that you were hoping to question me about? I know you said that it didn’t have anything to do with letting you borrow the scrapbook for the winter, but I’ve been told that my methods of seeking out scrapbook-ortunities are…questionable”
Ford can’t help but laugh. “No, I assure you that I’m not here to criticize the means of which you organize your scrapbook without your explicit permission” he places a hand to his chest in mock offense. “As a fellow author, I’m horrified at the thought”
That gets a laugh out of Mabel, and she relaxes into her seat. Ford knows he can’t stall this conversation forever, though, so he reaches across the table and takes her hand again. “In all seriousness, Mabel, this…does have a bit to do with your scrapbook, but not in the way you may be expecting”
“Oh?” Mabel raises an eyebrow. “How so?”
“I mean…” Ford sighs. “There’s so much love in you, Mabel. I’ve only had the time to read a portion of your scrapbook, and I feel as though I was able to gather more about your personality from reading those entries than any of the efforts I made last summer”
Ford twiddles with his thumbs anxiously, but continues before she has the chance to cut him off. “You’re so optimistic, even when you’re face to face with the direst of circumstances. You’re so full of hope and love that you’re able to continuously push against the obstacles in your way to make sure that everyone on both sides of a problem can be happy.”
He shakes his head in disbelief, but a small smile forms on his face nonetheless. “Mabel, in a world where I grew up being told that you have to rely on logic and smarts to get anywhere useful, you managed to fight back with the power of love and come out of that fight victorious”
His gaze falls towards the table, suddenly finding that he’s far too embarrassed to meet her eyes. “In other words…” he pauses for the briefest of moments “…thank you for proving me wrong.”
There’s another bout of silence, but this one doesn’t feel nearly as heavy as the previous one. Ford finally finds the courage to lift his gaze from the table and back towards Mabel, and her eyes are shining brighter than anything he’s ever encountered in the multiverse. “Grunkle Ford, that’s so sweet!” she squeals, excitedly kicking her feet against her seat. “This is even better than wizard school!”
“It’s my pleasure, dear,” he smiles warmly in response. Her happiness truly is the most contagious thing in the universe. “It’s why I regret not taking the time to get to know you sooner. I know you’ve already told me I don’t need to apologize, but the honest truth is that I feel like there’s a lot I can learn from you”
“Is that what this is about?” she replies, though her beaming smile stays where it is on her face. “Grunkle Ford, do you think that I think you’re all cold and uncaring?”
Ford rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Not necessarily you specifically, but…” he pauses for a moment to try and gather the proper way to phrase things, “I’ve never found myself able to approach things with the same sort of caring, optimistic attitude that you seem to carry around with you on a daily basis, and I really admire that about you”
“Aww, but you don’t have to try and force yourself to be like that! Grunkle Ford, you’re one of the most caring people I know! You’re so protective, and you care a lot about your research, and about me and Dipper, and even Stan! I don’t know what happened between you two when Bill had you captured in that…pyramid prison thing, but look how far you’ve gotten! You couldn’t even look each other in the eyes last summer, and now you’re sailing all over the world together! You don’t need kindness lessons from me; you’ve got plenty of it already!”
…Now Ford’s the one with a blush rising to his cheeks. “Thank you, dear, that means a lot to me”
“Of course!” She reaches her hands across the table once more. “I love you just the way you are, Grunkle Ford” she smiles softly, a mischievous twinkle shining in her eyes. “But if you’re still willing to take me out to free lunch and go on private little adventures after this amazing pep talk I just gave you, I won’t complain”
Ford can’t help the chuckle that escapes him. “It’d be an honor, dear”
#my writing#gravity falls#gf10yearslater#gravity falls 10 years later#ford pines#mabel pines#ford and mabel bonding#mabes and fordsy
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omg u do teen beach movie reqs?!🤧. could we have a seacat x f reader where he really likes us, and his friends are always trying to help him to make moves on us and that often makes our friends tease us, and everything is just sorta bubbly and cute? (r is a surfer, and she’s sweet and often rlly quiet, kinda the opposite of seacat). thanks, be prepared for more from me i just finished watching this movie☠️☠️.
yes yes yes. honestly figuring out jordan fisher was in teen beach movie was just as thrilling for me as finding out he was in teen wolf
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There is a scene currently unfolding on the beach before you, one that you are trying your utmost not to notice. This task is growing more herculean by the second, because although you’ve all but buried yourself alive in your book, the sound of shouting is impossible to ignore.
From the few scant glances you’ve been stealing, you can get a rough guess of just what is going down. The surfers are out again, this time causing trouble of their own volition without even having to blame the bikers for it. The cause of all the commotion also seems to be centered around one boy in particular, the one with the dark brown curls and coral hat.
A voice from beside you interrupts your best attempts at staying oblivious to the proceedings. “You know, you are allowed to actually watch what’s happening. The rest of us have chosen to accept this as free entertainment.”
You glance over at your friend with a grin. You two are sitting side by side in a long row of beach chairs pulled out under the shade of a nearby house, one with an excellent view of the beach and the aforementioned scene. To your left, Giggles is sipping a fruity drink, and to your right, Kiki is calling you out for no good reason.
You grimace. “Yes, but if I look up from my book for a second, I might make eye contact with one of them due to all the stares they keep throwing my way. And if that’s the case, I might also realize that all of this has to do with me, and I don’t think I’m supposed to know that quite yet.”
Kiki laughs. “Y/N, how could you ever think that they’re talking about you?”
Just as she poses the question, one of the surfers flings his arm dramatically towards you, all the while shouting your name so loudly that a few nearby seagulls startle and take flight.
You arch a brow. “Yeah, I have no idea why I’d think such a thing.”
Besides, everyone on this side of the beach knows what’s going on. From the surfers to the bikers, this sort of strife has been the hottest news of the summer. Basically, Seacat is facing trouble from his friends because they keep teasing him about something: namely, the fact that he likes you and can’t seem to muster up the courage to admit it.
That’s what they’re doing now, after all, trying to say anything they can to convince him to ask you out. The surfers are a good bunch with good hearts, but man, they can be loud. You can hear practically every other word from their conversation despite being fairly far away from them.
It’s not like you mind it, though. In truth, you would be more than alright with Seacat asking you out. Your worst fear is that he won’t be able to do it at all, and his crush will fade as surely as the tide.
Thing is, you’ve been harboring a crush of your own for quite some time. You never thought your feelings would actually be returned, though– Seacat is unlike you in almost every way. He’s loud where you’re shy, exuberant where you’re quiet. You’re both still surfers, but that’s the most you have in common.
Still, you like him. Seacat has a character that makes him more fun than anyone else here, a way of making you laugh even when you swear up and down that you’ll never smile again. He sticks true to his friends and never lets a single detail go unnoticed– except, that is, when it comes to the fact that one of them may like him back.
This lands you back to square one, which involves the surfers all working together to get it through Seacat’s head that you actually do have feelings for him and he really needs to ask you out before it’s too late. You wouldn’t mind if they could be a little less obvious about it, though, because your friends are teasing you about it just as badly as Seacat’s are teasing him.
Next to you, Giggles rolls her eyes. “You might as well pay attention, it could actually goad Seacat into doing something. They’ve been having meetings like this all week.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You think I don’t know that? Tanner has been following me around the beach to see if he can pick up on my favorite kind of flower to report back to Seacat. Eventually, they stepped on my towel so many times that I gave up and had to say it to you so he could overhear it and leave me alone.”
Giggles frowns contemplatively. “That does explain why you suddenly started talking about flowers yesterday. It didn’t make a lot of sense at the moment.”
You sigh. “None of this makes sense. I mean, when has Seacat ever needed encouragement for anything? He’s as confident as they come. Honestly, I think that’s just a sign that he doesn’t like me after all.”
Kiki and Giggles erupt in twin howls of outrage, both of them talking over each other to convince you how totally wrong you are to even suggest that.
“Honestly,” Kiki pleads, “the fact that he’s having trouble with asking you out shows that he clearly likes you a lot. I mean, why would he be overthinking things unless he really wanted to get this right?”
“Yeah,” Giggles adds, “plus, you and Seacat will be the cutest couple ever. I can practically sense it.”
“You say that about every couple here,” you point out, “even the ones that break up.”
“Well,” she sniffs, “this is different. You two are special.”
You laugh. “Well, I’m glad you’re certain about it. That would make one of us.”
Kiki’s face softens, and she reaches over to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I think the other surfers are making progress. Maybe Seacat will ask you out tonight, how about that?”
You smile at the thought. “We can only hope.”
Tonight is important, after all, it marks the twenty-fifth anniversary of Big Momma’s opening its doors for the very first time. The restaurant has been home to surfers and bikers alike for as long as anyone can remember, so of course everyone will be coming down to celebrate.
You’ve heard that the dancing should be spectacular, so you and your friends will be taking the trip down to see it for yourselves, dressed your best and ready to have fun. If Seacat’s smart, he’ll choose this as the perfect time to ask you out. He won’t even have to pay for decorations.
The hour of the celebration draws nearer, and you feel yourself growing nervous. You have no proof that Seacat will ask you out, after all, only the speculations of your friends. If you’ve learned one important lesson, though, it’s that your friends are usually right when it comes to these sorts of things. They know what boys like, and that’s girls like all of you.
You straighten the collar of your outfit nervously. Your friends have assured you a thousand times that you look stunning, but that doesn’t stop a storm of butterflies from taking up roost in your stomach.
At last, it’s time to go, and you head out with your friends in a rush of pastel colors and swishing skirts, flower crowns and tulle ruffles. There’s a crowd around the doors to Big Momma’s, and the throngs of people only grow once you step inside.
Despite all of this, you still manage to find Seacat immediately. He’s across the room from you, but the two of you lock eyes through all of the people. A soft smile appears on his face, and he starts to weave around the throngs of dancers to make his way to you.
By your sides, Kiki and Giggles exchange triumphant smiles, then discreetly slip away so that you’re alone when Seacat reaches you at last.
“You look really nice,” he says.
“So do you,” you respond.
He holds out a hand to you. “Want to dance?”
“Sure,” you breathe, and take his hand without a second’s hesitation.
He flashes a relieved smile at you and leads you out onto the dancer. You’re certain that you see at least half a dozen other surfers give him a thumbs up when they see that the two of you are together, likely the result of many hours’ careful planning.
When you’re in the middle of the floor, Seacat turns to face you again. The song is familiar, one of your favorites, and the moves come easily. Seacat’s a good dancer, the two of you live and breathe and do well together.
You’d like to think that it’s a sign of something, and maybe he does too, that both you and him have been supposed to be together for all of this time. Someone or something out there cut you two from the same cloth, and now you’re figuring out what it means to never have to be alone again.
The song ends soon enough. The silence seems pressingly loud in the absence of the music, and it rings around the dance floor, weaving in between partners and groups and solitary figures.
Seacat leans close to you, speaking now that it’s quiet enough for you to hear him. “I was wondering something.”
He freezes slightly, and you nod encouragingly. “Yeah?”
He takes a steadying breath, then keeps talking. “Would you want to go out with me? It wouldn’t have to be a big deal, of course. Maybe ice cream or a movie? Or both?”
He looks at you hopefully, eyes full of all the daydreams he’s been too afraid to believe in all of this time. Luckily for him, you don’t intend to crush those aspirations quite yet.
“I’d love to go out with you,” you say, and Seacat’s face breaks into a dazzling grin.
“Really?” He asks, then tries to seem more sure of himself. “I mean, yeah, that would be a lot of fun. Maybe this Friday at six? I can pick you up.”
You nod, smiling. “I’ll see you then.”
Just like that, you’ve got a date. Life couldn’t be better.
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Paul Russell, P1Harmony, GUNNAR, Charlieonnafriday, (G)I-DLE & Teddy Swims – Jingle Ball Village 2023 – KIA Forum – Los Angeles, CA – December 1, 2023
It’s a rarity to hear roaring cheering while you’re still on your way to the concert venue. However, enthusiastic fans showed up strong for iHeartRadio 102.7 KIIS FM’s 2023 Jingle Ball Pre-Show — some even traveling from different countries and lining up since 5AM in order to catch a glimpse of their favorite artists on stage.
The annual pre-Jingle Ball event enlists the top up-and-coming artists to conduct a Q&A or perform on stage for a dedicated crowd full of fans.
Powerhouse vocalist Teddy Swims took to the stage first — serenading the audience with his soulful vocals that allowed for his raw talent to shine through. While Swims initially gained notoriety by uploading cover songs of classic hits onto YouTube in 2019, it didn’t take long for him to be signed to a label and grow on a massive global scale. Yet, he hasn’t forgotten his sincere appreciation for his fans, saying genuine thanks for coming out to see him sing.
To maintain the exciting momentum, K-pop girl group (G)I-DLE then came onto the stage for a special Q&A. Their incredible stage presence, ranging from striking their best badass poses to getting the fans to sing their hits, made everyone go wild. They freshly completed their second worldwide tour, the “I Am Free-ty World Tour,” spanning 18 countries this year, where they highlighted their meticulous choreography and catchy pop tunes.
Next up was up-and-comer, charlieonnafriday, a rising hip-hop songwriter that quickly amassed a dedicated fanbase on social media with his talent. His captivating energy on stage was apparent as he seamlessly switched between upbeat and more mellow songs that displayed his musical versatility as an artist. He recently was seen opening for Tate McRae’s “Are We Flying” tour and is embarking on his own European tour in April 2024.
Hitting the stage afterwards was California native, GUNNAR, a pop-rock newcomer that has nailed how to command the audience’s attention. He started his set by immediately launching off of the drum platform, jettisoning a few feet into the air all while strumming chords on his electric guitar. The energy for the rest of his set only increased from there. GUNNAR most recently opened for Maroon 5’s sold-out tour across Europe and the U.K.
South Korean boy band, P1Harmony, then proceeded to take the stage amidst a sea of diehard fans who raised up their handmade signs and threw up hearts with their fingers for their favorite group member. With their energetic and catchy tunes sung effortlessly by the group, accompanied by their impeccable dance moves in perfect sync, it’s no surprise P1Harmony has garnered such a large global fanbase with their talent.
Closing out the pre-Jingle Ball show was rapper and singer-songwriter Paul Russell, the ever-exuberant and charming performer that keeps you smiling throughout the entire performance. His energy impressively matched that of the crowd, as he delightfully ran across the stage to engage with all sides of the audience and invited everyone to sing along to the chorus of his songs. Russell first skyrocketed into the public eye when the snippet of his song, “Lil Boo Thang” went viral on TikTok in the summer of 2023. Since then, he was signed to Arista Records and has continued to release songs that infuse a mix of funk, pop, R&B, and hip-hop.
Keep your eye out for the 2024 Jingle Ball Pre-Show lineup for more opportunities to catch incredible emerging artists like these!
Larisa Jiao
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A little reminder of summer... Something with their children and grandchildren. Your Strawberry
Engrossed in each other
He sat a little apart at the big table. At lunchtime, everyone gathered and had a snack in these hot temperatures. Unfortunately, he had arrived late because of an urgent phone call, so he had to eat alone. He was eating and this allowed him to observe the others.
He smiled because their grandchildren didn't have that much stamina to stay seated. They were already romping around again. They had energy without end and their laughter filled the courtyard. His eyes fell on their children and their partners. They were all talking animatedly. There was an exuberant mood. Then his eyes fell on his wife. She was sitting opposite him at the other end of the table, outshining everyone. He saw how relaxed she was and how casually she talked to her family. Every now and then one of the children would come up to her and show her something. This usually made her laugh and he loved that laugh. This time out did her good.
Wistfulness mingled in his thoughts. In the last few years, these meetings were rarely possible. He knew that she suffered from this. She made so many sacrifices for him that he sometimes felt guilty. That was when he felt her gaze. His dull thoughts gave way to a smile as he held her gaze. Her gaze told him that all was well, just as it was. He nodded to her.
By now, the others at the table had noticed that they were once again smiling silently at each other. But they were used to it and knew that both could understand each other without words. They maintained their eye contact even when someone said, "Come on, let's get ready and then we'll go." This reminded him that they were all going on an outing today. It was halfway through their week of leave together and they felt they should at least give them an afternoon of relaxation.
Even though he liked spending time with them all, he also liked this afternoon. The look on her face told him that she felt the same way. Anticipation rose in him as he noticed everyone rising one by one. The children were called and slowly it became quieter. He saw her sitting back, relaxed. They were in no hurry and continued to enjoy the sight of each other. Far too rarely did they have time to sit back and relax like this and sink into each other's gaze.
At one point, one of the children came up and called out. "I'm supposed to tell you we're leaving now. See you later." She turned and called after the child, "Have fun!" He took that moment to get up and walk to her. Without saying a word, he held out his hand to her. She took it and stood up. He pulled her to his side, hugged her and slowly pulled her with him. "It's still working," she smiled. "Of course," he admitted, also smiling. "You seem relaxed," he said. "So do you," she countered.
They both knew where their path would take them, so they took their time. When he had quietly closed the bedroom door behind them, it was very quiet and also pleasantly cool through the thick walls. Slowly he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Carefully, he let her slide onto the mattress and lay down beside her. Leaning on one arm, he looked into her eyes. "You have the most beautiful eyes in the world," he whispered. She began to caress his face and admitted, "One can get lost in your eyes. Especially when they look at me like that." He smiled slightly and now he too touched her face tenderly. Finally he ran his hand along her lips and she moaned. "This is torture," she murmured to him. "Seduction," he smirked and began to kiss her. She was frustrated at how much time he was taking and tried to deepen the kiss. Then he pulled back a little and she heard him say, "Not so fast. I want to enjoy you." She groaned, grabbed his head and pulled him closer. That seemed to help and at last he deepened the kiss.
When he pulled back a little, she came to meet him and was about to protest, but he put a finger to her lips. As she relaxed, he began to unbutton her blouse and finally he breathed feather-light kisses on her cleavage. Her breathing quickened as he worked his way deeper. Still, he took his time with everything and so they enjoyed the afternoon without being disturbed. They were caught up in their own world, blocking out everything else.
Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️
Oh how much I miss summer! 🤩
They were dying for the kids to go out and just be alone 🤭 So, great timing for the kids to a actually go 😏
Brigitte being all fired up and waiting it fast and Emmanuel just wanting to take his time and enjoy the moment and her hahaha careful tho, the clock is ticking and the kids will come back 🤭
Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️
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December 15th Drarry Drabble: "Giddy"
Tags: Fluff, Ron's POV, Ron and Draco are friends, Draco is Harry's rock, he's also a writer, Harry is besotted with Draco and everyone knows it
He’s been a bouncing, giggling, grinning mess ever since he climbed out of bed this morning. If seeing him genuinely happy wasn’t so damn near endearing, I’d be seriously ticked off.
Today, Harry’s eyes are wide and bright, and I love how he keeps wiggling his eyebrows over the rim of his coffee mug like he has a secret he desperately wants to share with me. He’s bubbly and excitable like the puppy crup mum got Hugo for his fifth birthday to help draw him out of his shell.
Harry’s yet to stop smiling, and he’s been playfully shaking his shoulders, dancing to a beat only he can hear since he finished his second cup of coffee and polished off two of mum’s famous chocolate scones. His childlike exuberance reminds me of the day we dropped Rose off at King’s Cross for her first year at Hogwarts — she couldn’t get on the train fast enough.
There’s just something about the carefree way he banters with all of us, chatting to George about the shop here, then abruptly changing the subject to argue about Quidditch with Gin. At the same time, he finds a spare second to be silly with Teddy, teasing him about this or that, and then he answers one of dad’s questions about Muggle life.
A second later, it’s back to trying (and failing) to refuse mum’s food. She never believes him when he tells her that he’s had enough. It’s actually quite hilarious to watch the two of them bicker. He’s the only person in this family who seems entirely unafraid of mum.
Then again, he’s got her wrapped around his fingers. She’ll do anything he says, which is why he’s become our official spokesperson. That time we all chipped in and bought mum and dad tickets to travel to New York; we sent him to convince her to go. If we’d presented her with the itinerary, she’d have made us cancel the Portkeys and hotels. She’d have also ripped us a new one about frivolously spending our hard-earned money. But because we all ganged up and pushed Harry to sweet-talk her into the trip, she was so overwhelmed that she baked a three-tier cake for all of us to enjoy.
I love this side of Harry so much. It’s refreshing to see him completely at ease. He finds joy in the little things, gushes over this and that, dances with Pigwidgeon when he comes floating through the window with a letter tied to his leg, and keeps grabbing my arm as he animatedly chats to me.
I’ve gotten more hugs from him today than my two children gave me all summer. At this very moment, Harry’s his most authentic self, and while he’s welcome to be any version of himself when he’s with us, seeing him like this makes me happy. So happy that my chest is full of fluttering butterflies and my heart’s racing. And I’m not even the one who’s excited about Draco’s return.
I mean, Draco’s part of the family. He’s been around for years, and we get on just fine, but I’m not in love with him like Harry is. I can go a couple of months without seeing him, though that hardly ever happens. Mainly because he and Harry are a package deal, but also because Draco and I have been chess partners for years. We started our current game precisely 276 days ago, and while we play rapid matches every other Sunday, this big game is one I thoroughly intend to win.
Draco keeps telling me that I’m mad and might as well just pack it in already, but he likes a good bluff as much as the next person. It’s also the only time we fight, well, squabble back and forth, and while we can get quite sharp-tongued, it’s all good fun. Besides being the only decent chess player in my circle of friends, Draco is also a darn good conversationalist and an exceptional listener.
I’m pretty sure he couldn’t care less about my obsession with the Cannons, but while he teased me back then, he now shares my enthusiasm or at least pretends to share it. I know there are moments when he’s biting his tongue to stop himself from making a cutting remark, and sure, he does mock me occasionally, but for the most part, he’s genuinely supportive. When I sit across from him, brooding over a particularly bold chess move, I understand why Harry loves him so much.
The two of them ending up together was inevitable, really. Sometimes, I think we should have all banded together and played matchmaker, but then I realise our meddling wouldn’t have done them any good. They both needed time to grow up and find themselves before they could admit their feelings for each other.
It took me more than a decade to find the guts to tell my wife that I don’t think I’m all that straight (bisexual, but back then that world felt beyond scary). She knew, of course, but her patience was what I needed. Had she put me on the spot, I’d have buried those feelings forever. But because she gave me the time and space to work things out, we were able to come to a mutually satisfying arrangement that’s done wonders for our marriage.
Harry’s loud laughter draws me out of my thoughts and back into the present. He’s given Pigwidgeon his freedom back, but he’s due to leave for the Ministry’s Portkey Arrivals Office in just a few minutes, so he’s finding it impossible to sit down or stay still. I don’t blame him.
Draco’s been gone for the last three weeks. He sequestered himself in some tiny B&B on the west coast of Ireland to complete his latest novel (book number ten, which apparently is a huge deal). He does that occasionally, and while Harry always takes those disappearances in his stride, we all know he hates them.
Draco is his right-hand man, and while Harry is a formidable wizard and exceptionally good at keeping house, he does struggle to take care of himself when Draco isn’t around. It’s not like his life falls apart without Draco, but the changes are apparent. He’s usually quieter and more pensive, and without Draco to draw him out of his shell, it’s a lot harder to convince him to do certain things, like show up at charity events, Ministry balls, and other tedious things that require him to make an appearance.
With Draco at his side, he’s a lot more relaxed. He dons his tux, shows his face, laughs, makes speeches and toasts, and generously offers up his time during charity auctions. And it’s all because he knows and trusts that Draco has his back. Draco acts as his filter, a buffer between Harry and the rest of the world, a world even we, Harry’s family, struggle to navigate at times, but one Draco is so intimately acquainted with that he makes it look effortless.
It can’t be, of course, but in that regard, my admiration for Draco knows no bounds. Sometimes, I can’t help but think that Draco’s protectiveness exceeds mine by far. I won’t admit it, after all, I’m Harry’s best friend, but it’s nice to know that I can share the responsibility of keeping Harry safe with someone. I mean, all of us have unique ways in which we look out and care for Harry, and none of these is less valid than the other, but I probably like Draco’s way best. It makes Harry happiest, and that’s all that matters at the end of the day.
It’s time for Harry to step into our fireplace and floo into London. He practically bounds into the hearth. How he doesn’t knock his head is a mystery to me. But he remains unscathed; before we all know it, he’s gone in a flash of green.
I can’t help the goofy grin that pulls at the corners of my mouth as I imagine Harry waiting for Draco at the Portkey Office, welcoming him back home, kissing him enthusiastically, and telling him how much he missed him. I almost wish I could witness it, but their reunion is a moment that belongs to them and them alone. I’ll see them later this week, no doubt.
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well well well >:3 first things first! in order to avoid retreading things i've already talked about on my blog, my oc content is under #creaturae. there's a lot but it should answer most basic questions about their world and a lot of the characters! secondly- tell me about YOUR ocs! what are their names? what sort of world do they live in? what do they do (jobs, school, etc)?
Your ocs seem really cool!! Special mention to patchwork I really love her :D
*looks at ask* an excuse to ramble? for me? :)
Estella
Estella is a dreamweaver and she lives on Solaera, which is a land suspended in time and space. She’s responsible for braiding the thought threads (it’s a work in progress name ok :P) of humans while they sleep. She’s polite and kind and way too sweet for someone who has to fly miles every night to tie a small thread and zoom back before morning. She’s never spoken to another human because it’s forbidden (until Annalisa, that is). She enjoys sightseeing, and always tries to visit somewhere new in the human realm every time she travels there.
She is the sensitive, emotional one who is primarily driven by her feelings. She can be frivolous, but values her relationships. She also speaks like a Victorian character because everyone on Solaera does :P
Annalisa
Anna is your standard 15-year old human and it shows. She’s 100% done with life (totally not projection lmao). She thought she was free of Shakespeare during the summer holidays but guess what?? Estella’s here :) She finds Estella cowering in a back alley after she gets disgraced and things spiral from there.
She comes off as more standoffish but if you’re her friend, she’ll die for you no questions asked. She cares just as much as everyone else but doesn’t show it. She is often the more realistic side to Estella’s emotions and bubbly attitude. However, she’s quick to anger and can hold a grudge like no one else, so don’t get on her bad side! She’s got a vindictive streak, and if you wrong her, you’ll be on the receiving end.
Aeron
Aeron is the Prince of Nocturne and heir to the throne, though he has no interest in ruling or being king. That isn’t to say he will shirk his duties though. He takes responsibilities very seriously and works hard to uphold them. He appears cold towards everyone, and to some extent, he is. Check out a glimpse into his backstory here! He doesn’t meet Estella and Annalisa until much later in the story, and gets to know them on friendly terms long after that too. He doesn’t do well in social situations and prefers his solitude.
He appears rude and unfeeling when people first talk to him, and it takes him a long time to warm up to people before he can trust them to see him without his ‘ice-prince’ mask. He’s cold but not cruel, and calculating but not manipulative. He’s the rational and mature side to the team, and balances out Estella’s exuberant cheerfulness and Annalisa’s anger with the more logical side of things.
Alyssa
Alyssa is the Princess of Nocturne, but she’s younger than Aeron and so is not the heir. She was born blind, but Aeron doesn’t love her any less for it. Her father, on the other hand, doesn’t believe she will amount to anything in life. She rarely speaks to anyone apart from Aeron because of how cutthroat the Court is towards her, and very little is known about her beyond the castle walls. She is rumored to have the gift of clairvoyance.
She has the unique quality of being calm no matter the situation. Her infinite capacity for patience has earned her the respect of the few who interact with her. She loves Aeron and spends most of her time with him. Aeron has always helped her by enchanting books and other things so that she can also enjoy them. She also loves reading and drawing and can frequently be found in the castle library, laughing over a book. She is the calm, tranquil side to the team, and keeps them all grounded when their their emotions- be it Estella’s sensitivity, Annalisa’s vindictiveness, or Aeron’s icy demeanor- get out of control.
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Scripts - S7 - Episode 33 (Part 1 of 2)
Finale announcement up until eavesdropping
NARRATOR: Well, here we are. The Islanders have made it to the final!
NARRATOR: Not bragging, but technically I’ve made it to the final of every series.
NARRATOR: Does it count when you live in a shed and can’t get voted off or dumped?
NARRATOR: It’s not for me to say. But, yes! It counts.
NARRATOR: But the real question is who’s about to be crowned our winners?
UMA_SURPRISED: Oh my goodness!
UMA_HAPPY: We’re in the final!
{0}_SURPRISED: It’s all happening at once.
{0}_IDLE: You holding up ok, {1}?
Uma turns to check on you.
UMA_SURPRISED: Oh yeah, I can’t tell if your eyes are happy, or nervous?
I’m beyond excited!
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ll tell my eyes to show it.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Trust me though, I’m excited and thankful to be here!
UMA_HAPPY: Yay!
{0}_HAPPY: I’m excited and thankful too.
{0}_HAPPY: To be here with you.
Help, I’m so nervous
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ugh, people. I’m so nervous, is my eye twitching?
UMA_SURPRISED: No, you’re fine, girl.
UMA_HAPPY: You got this.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m with you, every step of the way.
I’m actually pretty cool
PLAYER_IDLE: Cool as a cranberry, cucumber is too mainstream.
UMA_HAPPY: You write your own rules, {0}.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s what I like about you.
{0}_IDLE: I’m glad you’re feeling cool, makes me feel a little more chilled out.
PLAYER_HAPPY: How are you feeling, Uma?
UMA_HAPPY: Excited, excited?
{0}_HAPPY: Excited.
{0}_HAPPY: Woah, we said it too many times, excited doesn’t sound like a word anymore.
UMA_HAPPY: Elated, exuberant, ecstatic!
PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re really branching out with all those E words.
UMA_HAPPY: Oh yeah!
UMA_IDLE: I’ll stop.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’ll be honest, I’m nervous.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: You and me both.
{0}_IDLE: We’ve definitely had our ups and downs in here.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Like one big ol’ extended roller coaster.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know how people will react to that.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Guess we’ll have to wait and see.
{0}_IDLE: I’m not sure people will stick to the idea of us.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: We’re such a fresh couple.
{0}_HAPPY: Fresh outta the kitchen.
{0}_HAPPY: Part-baked cookies!
{0}_EMBARRASSED: But you’re the cookie everyone will like…
{0}_IDLE: And I’m the frosty cookie.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’ve been bringing the drama, let’s not lie.
{0}_IDLE: I’m the only day one girl left in here too.
{0}_HAPPY: So I’m feeling happy to have made it this far.
{0}_SAD: But sad that my OGs aren’t by my side.
{0}_IDLE: No offence, girls.
VICKY_HAPPY: None taken.
We’ve got your back
PLAYER_HAPPY: For real, we’re here for you.
PLAYER_IDLE: If anyone comes for you, they come for us.
PLAYER_IDLE: I know we’ve had our… Moments shall we call them.
PLAYER_HAPPY: But you’re one of my girls.
{0}_HAPPY: That actually means the world to me.
I’m offended
PLAYER_IDLE: They didn’t make it. We did.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Bringing them up just feels odd at this stage.
PLAYER_IDLE: We’ve all been through so much since then.
{0}_IDLE: They were my girls.
{0}_IDLE: They were a huge part of my villa journey.
You’ll see them again soon!
PLAYER_IDLE: They’ll be waiting for you, I’m sure.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You can have the cutest little reunion.
{0}_SAD: I’m getting emotional just thinking about it.
{0}_HAPPY: We’re all lucky to be here together.
VICKY_HAPPY: Agreed, let’s make the most of the time we have left.
{0}_HAPPY: We’re all lucky to be here together.
VICKY_HAPPY: Agreed, let’s make the most of the time we have left.
{0}_HAPPY: {1}, let’s steal some alone time quickly.
PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds like a plan.
You and {0} slip away to the swing seat together.
You and {0} perch beside one another. The swing seat rocks gently back and forth, the light summer breeze plays over your faces.
You share a moment of quiet as you listen to the sounds of the audience gathering outside of the villa.
{0}_IDLE: I wish we could stay like this.
{0}_IDLE: Everything happened so fast between us.
{0}_IDLE: It feels like we haven’t had much time to just chill together like this.
{0}_IDLE: I could never get tired of being still with you.
PLAYER_IDLE: For real?
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, just bathing in the glow of your company.
{0}_HAPPY: There’s something so special about that feeling.
{0}_HAPPY: Ah, I know that sounds sappy.
{0}_IDLE: But I have to tell the truth around you, {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: So expect a lot more sappiness.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Tree sap too?
{0}_HAPPY: You know me so well.
{0}_HAPPY: Who’d have thought it though.
PLAYER_HAPPY: What?
{0}_FLIRTY: Bryson the bundle of energy.
{0}_HAPPY: Sitting and chilling before the final of Love Island!
{0}_FLIRTY: With the girl of his actual dreams.
{0}_HAPPY: Can’t really beat it.
{0}_IDLE: You’ve really done it though, {1}.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What did I do?
{0}_HAPPY: You see straight through me.
{0}_IDLE: You see the real me.
{0}_HAPPY: I never thought I’d be in this situation.
PLAYER_IDLE: What situation is that?
{0}_FLIRTY: Sitting with the most perfect girl I’ve ever met…
{0}_IDLE: Waiting for the results of the Love Island final!
{0}_HAPPY: I have to say this to you. I’ve never met anyone like you.
{0}_IDLE: I don’t think I ever will again.
{0}_IDLE: The only time I feel really calm is when I’m with you.
PLAYER_IDLE: Why’s that?
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well, I know I can be a lot, energy-wise.
{0}_HAPPY: But when I’m with you, I’m just focussed on appreciating you.
{0}_IDLE: I guess that’s it.
{0}_HAPPY: You bring out the mature side in me.
{0}_IDLE: The grown Raf, who wants to be the best he can be, just for you.
{0}_HAPPY: You exude this light.
{0}_IDLE: I’m thinking ‘bout how I can keep myself in your sunbeam, you know?
PLAYER_HAPPY: I have a sunbeam? I don’t mind that.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re the most refreshing girl I’ve ever met.
{0}_IDLE: Sometimes there’s this pressure of having to be switched on all the time.
PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah?
{0}_HAPPY: But I feel like with you everything comes so naturally.
{0}_HAPPY: When we talk, the words just flow.
{0}_IDLE: I don’t have to think hard about what I want to say.
{0}_HAPPY: It grounds me, you know.
{0}_IDLE: It’s like you’re the only one who can do that for me.
{0}_HAPPY: I hear you in my thoughts.
{0}_IDLE: What am I saying?
{0}_HAPPY: Earth to Bonnie.
{0}_IDLE: And I fall back down to be beside you.
{0}_HAPPY: I feel pretty Zen right here, right now.
{0}_IDLE: Even though everything could be about to change.
PLAYER_IDLE: It is gonna be strange.
{0}_HAPPY: I have this feeling that we’ll be fine though, whatever happens.
{0}_IDLE: We’re kinda meant to be, you and me.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s what my brain says anyway.
{0}_IDLE: I interrupted our peace!
{0}_IDLE: Shall we just take a few more minutes to be in the moment together?
Breathe in the moment
PLAYER_HAPPY: Yes, let’s breathe deep together.
PLAYER_IDLE: That will make us feel super calm.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m all for it.
You both breathe long and deep, rocking the swing seat with your feet. Your breathing becomes synchronised.
{0}_IDLE: I needed that.
Touch in the moment
PLAYER_HAPPY: Sure, I’m gonna just rest my head on your shoulder.
{0}_HAPPY: Sounds like perfection to me.
You sway gently on the swing seat, your head resting on {0}’s shoulder.
{0}_IDLE: Feels like time has stopped here with you.
Dismiss the moment
PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got too much energy for all this calm talk right now.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m not surprised.
{0}_HAPPY: We’re in the final!
{0}_HAPPY: You said you were excited, right?
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m buzzing!
{0}_IDLE: I am too, don’t get me wrong.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: But the sounds of the crowd are making it feel a bit more real for me.
{0}_IDLE: How do you think they’ll react to us when we get out there?
{0}_IDLE: You said you were nervous, right?
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: That hasn’t faded away yet.
{0}_IDLE: When we get out there, if the nerves don’t fade…
{0}_IDLE: Just look at me, I’ll be there. I’ll sense it.
{0}_IDLE: Sure, this is new.
{0}_IDLE: But I’ve been here in the villa with you, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: I know you.
{0}_IDLE: It’s you and me.
{0}_HAPPY: At the end of it, that’s all that matters.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I can hear that crowd though.
{0}_HAPPY: They’re definitely having fun out there.
{0}_IDLE: How do you think they’ll react to us?
{0}_HAPPY: You said you felt cool about it all, right?
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m still breezy.
{0}_IDLE: Me too, mostly.
PLAYER_IDLE: Mostly?
{0}_EMBARRASSED: The sounds of the crowd are making it feel a bit more real for me.
{0}_IDLE: How do you think they’ll react to us when we get out there?
They’re gonna love us!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh, I know for sure they’re gonna love us!
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m not so sure.
{0}_IDLE: I feel like people might not like that we’re so new.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: And that we might have broken a couple of people’s hearts on the way here.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Are you kidding!? We took a risk, that’s exciting.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I think people will recognise that.
{0}_HAPPY: They’ll love you, of course they will.
{0}_IDLE: I just hope they love us as a couple too.
I’m not sure they’ll like us
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Actually, I don’t think we’ll be the favourites.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: That’s because of me.
{0}_IDLE: If you had stayed with {1} maybe you’d feel differently.
{0}_IDLE: They’re still gonna love you, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: Everybody does.
{0}_IDLE: Hey now! They’ll love you, of course they will.
{0}_IDLE: We’re awesome together, hopefully they can see that too.
It’s hard to tell
PLAYER_IDLE: I really can’t tell, if I’m honest.
PLAYER_IDLE: You just never know how it’s all gonna go down.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: It could go either way.
{0}_IDLE: Maybe people will love how exciting our story is.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Or they might focus on the people we left behind in all of this.
{0}_HAPPY: They’ll love you, of course they will.
{0}_IDLE: I just hope they love us as a couple too.
They’ll love me!
PLAYER_FLIRTY: They’ll adore me!
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m confident about that.
{0}_FLIRTY: As you should be.
{0}_IDLE: I just hope they like us together too.
All of a sudden, a ping interrupts your conversation.
You hear a squeal from across the lawn.
UMA_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!
LITEXT: Islanders, it’s time to make your way over to the firepit for the final results! {0}YouGotThis {1}WinningCouple
You and {0} exchange a look.
{0}_HAPPY: You ready?
PLAYER_IDLE: Ready as I’ll ever be.
{0}_IDLE: I’m here. We’ve got this.
{0} offers you his hand.
{0} offers you her hand.
Hold hands
You reach out and take {0}’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s do this.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m so lucky.
Link arms
You slip your arm through and link arms with {0} instead.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s do this.
{0}_HAPPY: Me and you.
Walk by yourself
PLAYER_IDLE: I gotta be strong by myself, thanks.
You stride out, just ahead of {0}.
{0}_IDLE: I’m here if you need me, {1}.
You and {0} exchange a look.
{0}_HAPPY: You ready?
PLAYER_IDLE: Ready as I’ll ever be.
{0}_IDLE: I’m here. We’ve got this.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What’s up, Uma? We’re just on our way over.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I actually need to speak to you real quick, {0}.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Sure, ok.
You wait to hear what she has to say.
She glances awkwardly at {0}
UMA_IDLE: Alone…
{0}_SURPRISED: Oh, right.
{0}_IDLE: I’ll be waiting for you over at the firepit.
{0} hesitates slightly, glancing at you, before strolling off.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I’m sorry about this.
PLAYER_IDLE: Are you ok?
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Argh, I’m so nervous.
PLAYER_IDLE: Well that’s natural, girl!
UMA_IDLE: Not just because of the final though.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What is it then? You’re being super cryptic.
UMA_IDLE: I did something.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Something sort of scandalous.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really? Like what?
UMA_IDLE: Nobody else knows about it, I mean <i>nobody</i> whatsoever.
UMA_SAD: It’s all gonna come out when we leave the villa.
UMA_IDLE: I just really need your advice, {0}.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Sorry to spring this on you.
UMA_IDLE: You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Help a girl out?
*You better fill me in!
PLAYER_IDLE: Sure, I can help.
PLAYER_IDLE: You seem super stressed, I’m sure whatever it is can’t be that bad…
PLAYER_HAPPY: Right?
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Oh, {0}. Please don’t judge me.
Not right now
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: We’re just about to hear the results.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Trust me I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I really messed up.
UMA_IDLE: You’re my best girl, I could use your wisdom.
*Ok, Uma, let’s chat
PLAYER_IDLE: Sure, I can help.
PLAYER_IDLE: You seem super stressed, I’m sure whatever it is can’t be that bad…
PLAYER_HAPPY: Right?
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Oh, {0}. Please don’t judge me.
No, we should go
PLAYER_IDLE: I think we should join the others.
PLAYER_IDLE: We don’t really have time for this.
UMA_SAD: Ok, {0}.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I just hope it doesn’t all come out at the wrong time.
PLAYER_IDLE: So come on, spill it!
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I’m serious though, please try not to judge me.
I wouldn’t judge
PLAYER_SURPRISED: No judgement here!
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m a safe space.
UMA_HAPPY: That’s a relief, honestly.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I’ve had it on my mind for aaaaages now.
UMA_IDLE: I actually have to spill it.
I can be a bit judgemental
PLAYER_IDLE: I won’t sugarcoat it, Uma.
PLAYER_IDLE: I can be a bit judgemental.
PLAYER_IDLE: But I’m here to listen, sooooo… Go for it.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Thanks for being honest.
UMA_IDLE: It’s probably good that I’ve got a girl like you to call me out.
UMA_HAPPY: Far better than a false friend.
Depends what you did
PLAYER_IDLE: It really depends on what you did, I guess.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: There are some cases where I’d draw the line.
UMA_IDLE: Of course, I get that.
UMA_IDLE: It’s good that I have a friend like you to call me out.
UMA_HAPPY: Far better than a false friend.
UMA_IDLE: Alright, I’ll stop stalling.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Actually, hey wanna give each other complete rundowns of our lives so far?
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Chapter one, Uma’s baby years…
PLAYER_IDLE: You ain’t getting out of this one that easy.
PLAYER_IDLE: Come on. It’s probably nothing.
PLAYER_IDLE: You’ve said it yourself, sometimes you don’t know how to read certain situations.
UMA_IDLE: That is true.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: But, I don’t know. I think this situation is pretty clear-cut.
Uma takes a deep breath.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Oh screw it.
UMA_IDLE: I slept with Travis.
UMA_IDLE: I slept with Evan.
Over the top reaction
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What in the-!!!!!
You fan your face and drop to your knees briefly.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: No actual way!
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I cannot right now.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Oh no, {0}, don’t.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I told you it was awful!
Shocked reaction
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting that at all.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’m shook.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Aww, see. I told you it was bad.
Chilled reaction
PLAYER_IDLE: Is that it?
PLAYER_IDLE: I was expecting worse than that.
UMA_SURPRISED: What, really?!
PLAYER_IDLE: Yah, you had really built it up.
PLAYER_IDLE: When and how though?
UMA_EMBARRASSED: It was pretty soon after he first arrived.
UMA_IDLE: Before he chose to steal you, of course.
UMA_IDLE: It wasn’t that long after Stick or Twist.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: We had a bit of raw chemistry.
UMA_IDLE: Everyone was distracted. I walked in on him coming out of the shower.
UMA_FLIRTY: He had a towel on, but there was this moment between us.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Woah.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: He looked so fine.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I was really horny, he was really horny.
UMA_IDLE: It was sort of the equivalent of a one-night-stand here in the villa.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: It happened so fast.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ummmm, ew…
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Not like that!
UMA_IDLE: We both felt really surprised after.
UMA_IDLE: Neither of us could believe it actually happened.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: We played into the whole wild Love Island experience and got carried away.
UMA_IDLE: It shouldn’t have happened.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Especially because {0} liked me enough to twist with me.
UMA_SAD: Ugh.
UMA_IDLE: There wasn’t any chemistry between us after that one time.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: It just became suuuper awkward.
UMA_IDLE: So we sorta tried to pretend that it never happened.
UMA_SAD: I felt pretty bad about it.
UMA_IDLE: That’s probably why I was so bothered about the whole Excess Baggage thing.
UMA_SAD: I don’t make a habit of things like this.
That is kinda hypocritical
PLAYER_IDLE: Hmm, you did act really hurt after that challenge.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: We weren’t a proper couple, we’d really only just met.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I guess...
UMA_SURPRISED: You sound unsure. We weren’t exclusive.
UMA_SAD: I was overcompensating for sure, but I didn’t cheat on him.
You didn’t cheat on him
PLAYER_IDLE: It wasn’t cheating if you two weren’t together.
UMA_IDLE: That’s what I thought!
UMA_SAD: It wasn’t the best choice I’ve ever made, but it doesn’t make me a cheat.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I don’t want to ruin the final for everybody.
UMA_IDLE: What do you think I should do?
UMA_HAPPY: You’re my beacon of wisdom.
Tell him right away
PLAYER_IDLE: I mean, surely it's better to tell him now.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You don’t want to go into anything real until you’re honest with him.
UMA_IDLE: Exactly, I just don’t know if I’m brave enough to tell him here.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: The fallout could be huge.
Tell him when we’re outta here
PLAYER_IDLE: I would wait, tell him when you’re both out of here.
PLAYER_IDLE: Then you can sit down with him and be sensitive about it.
UMA_IDLE: Maybe you’re right.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Things could get a little messy if I dropped a bombshell like that.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: My thoughts exactly.
Keep quiet
PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t tell him. He’s happy, you’re happy. No drama.
UMA_SAD: I don’t think that could work.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: It’s all gonna come out when we leave here.
UMA_IDLE: It’ll be unavoidable.
I got no idea
PLAYER_IDLE: You are in quite the predicament, girl.
PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t help you. I haven’t got a clue what you should do.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Ohhhhh, that’s ok. I’ve got to be a grown-up and figure it out by myself.
UMA_HAPPY: Just getting it off my chest is a huge relief though.
UMA_IDLE: Sorry to drop this on you.
UMA_HAPPY: I appreciate you more than you know.
UMA_IDLE: I’ll have a little think about it all.
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m sure you’ll figure out what to do.
UMA_SURPRISED: Oh, they’re all waiting for us!
PLAYER_SURPRISED: We should go, before they drop the winners and we’re not there!
You and Uma head towards the firepit together.
You stand beside {0}. The orange glow of the firepit lights up your faces.
{0} turns to you and smiles.
Affection and excitement shines from his eyes. He lowers his voice and whispers to you.
Affection and excitement shines from her eyes. She lowers her voice and whispers to you.
{0}_HAPPY: This is it.
{0}_IDLE: I just have to tell you something quickly, {1}.
PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?
{0}_HAPPY: This, you and me, has been a whirlwind.
{0}_IDLE: But I don’t care about the results, as long as I’m walking out of here with you.
{0}_HAPPY: Meeting you is all I ever could’ve wanted, no matter what names get read out.
Aww, I feel the same
PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s so romantic, I feel exactly the same.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You and me, that’s all I really want.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re all that matters to me right now.
Yeah, but I wanna win
PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s nice and everything, but I wanna win too!
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s not a crime, right?
{0}_HAPPY: Not at all!
{0}_HAPPY: It would be cool to win. Life-changing even.
{0}_IDLE: But I’m just saying, you’re more important to me.
Shh!
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Shush, they’re about to reveal the results!
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, just had to let you know.
{0}_IDLE: In case you didn’t already.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll stop.
UMA_IDLE: Good luck, everybody!
BONNIE_HAPPY: You’re all great. Good luck.
VICKY_HAPPY: Good luck, people.
EVAN_HAPPY: Good luck, happy people.
VICKY_HAPPY: Whew, good luck.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Good luck, all.
VICKY_HAPPY: Whew, good luck.
{0}_HAPPY: Good luck, guys!
Wish everyone good luck
PLAYER_HAPPY: Good luck to all of you!
PLAYER_HAPPY: We’re all so lucky to have made it this far.
{0} flashes you an adoring grin.
{0}_HAPPY: We really are.
Stay quiet
You stay silent. Nobody notices, there’s too much nervous energy in the air.
You can hear the buzz of the crowd from outside the villa. The Islanders are all still and quiet. Waiting…
A phone pings.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: That was mine!
LITEXT: Islanders, the results are in! The couple finishing in fourth place is…
LITEXT: Bonnie and Travis!
BONNIE_HAPPY: Aww, yay!
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Makes perfect sense.
BONNIE_IDLE: We don’t have those love viiiibes.
BONNIE_HAPPY: So yeah, it does.
Bonnie and Travis give each other a quick hug and an enthusiastic high five.
UMA_HAPPY: You two are awesome!
VICKY_HAPPY: I’ll miss ya, my bombshell buddy.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Aww, I’ll miss you too! We made quite an impact, I’d like to think.
VICKY_HAPPY: We sure did.
BONNIE_HAPPY: Catch you all on the other side.
I’ll miss you, Bonnie
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ohhh, I’m definitely gonna miss you, Bon-Bon.
BONNIE_HAPPY: I’m gonna miss you too!
BONNIE_HAPPY: I know things didn’t work out between us, but I’m glad to call you my friend.
BONNIE_HAPPY: I’m so glad to call you my friend.
Give her a hug
PLAYER_HAPPY: Come here, Bonnie.
You and Bonnie share a warm hug, you notice that Bonnie’s eyes look a little watery.
BONNIE_HAPPY: You know what?
PLAYER_HAPPY: What?
BONNIE_HAPPY: I reckon we’ll work together.
BONNIE_HAPPY: Conservationist, animal rights campaigner…
BONNIE_HAPPY: Plus both Love Island finalists!
BONNIE_IDLE: There are definitely good collaborations in our future.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You might be right there.
Wave her off
PLAYER_HAPPY: Bye, Bonnie.
You give her a friendly little wave.
BONNIE_HAPPY: Goodbye, {0}.
Maybe I’ll see you
PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I’ll see you both on the outside.
BONNIE_SURPRISED: Maybe?
BONNIE_HAPPY: Not sure you’ll be able to escape us that easily, {0}.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: We’ll be popping up when you least expect it.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Out to dinner? Oops there’s Bonnie and Travis!
BONNIE_HAPPY: At a party? Oh look who it is, it’s Bonnie and Travis!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, ok, you’ve made your point.
PLAYER_IDLE: See ya round then, you two.
You won’t be seeing me
PLAYER_IDLE: Probably won’t see you.
BONNIE_SURPRISED: Really?
PLAYER_IDLE: Life is gonna be busy.
BONNIE_IDLE: Of course, but we’ll have reunions?
TRAVIS_HAPPY: And surely a group chat?
PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know about all that.
BONNIE_IDLE: We’ll just have to see then.
BONNIE_HAPPY: Bye, gang.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: See you all real soon.
Bonnie and Travis wave and head out of the villa.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Shall we skip?
BONNIE_HAPPY: Oh heck yeah.
They link arms and skip off together, you hear the crowd cheer.
LITEXT: Islanders, the results are in! The couple finishing in fourth place is…
LITEXT: Vicky and {0}!
VICKY_HAPPY: Fourth place? I’ll take that!
{0}_HAPPY: Not bad at all.
Vicky and {0} share a sweet embrace.
UMA_HAPPY: You two are awesome!
TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’ll miss ya, my bombshell buddy.
VICKY_HAPPY: Aww, I’ll miss you too! We made quite an impact, I’d like to think.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: We sure did.
BONNIE_HAPPY: Catch you all on the other side.
I’ll miss you, both
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ohhh, I’m definitely gonna miss you, Bon-Bon, Vicky.
BONNIE_HAPPY: I’m gonna miss you too!
VICKY_HAPPY: Oh for sure.
BONNIE_HAPPY: I know things didn’t work out between us, but I’m glad to call you my friend.
BONNIE_HAPPY: I’m so glad to call you my friend.
Give them both a hug
PLAYER_HAPPY: Come here, both of you.
You share a warm hug with both Vicky and Bonnie. You notice that Bonnie’s eyes look a little watery.
BONNIE_SAD: I’m not about to cry, swear down.
VICKY_HAPPY: Awww, I got you, Bonnie.
BONNIE_HAPPY: You know what?
PLAYER_HAPPY: What?
BONNIE_HAPPY: I reckon we’ll work together.
BONNIE_HAPPY: Conservationist, animal rights campaigner…
BONNIE_HAPPY: Plus both Love Island finalists!
BONNIE_IDLE: There are definitely good collaborations in our future.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You might be right there.
VICKY_HAPPY: Can I come too? I wanna see some whales!
BONNIE_HAPPY: I’d love that.
Wave them both off
PLAYER_HAPPY: Bye Vicky, bye Bonnie.
You give them a friendly little wave.
BONNIE_HAPPY: Goodbye, {0}.
VICKY_HAPPY: Later, {0}.
Maybe I’ll see you
PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I’ll see you both on the outside.
BONNIE_SURPRISED: Maybe?
BONNIE_HAPPY: Not sure you’ll be able to escape us that easily, {0}.
VICKY_HAPPY: We’ll be popping up when you least expect it.
VICKY_HAPPY: Out to dinner? Oops there’s Vicky and Bonnie!
BONNIE_HAPPY: At a party? Oh look who it is, it’s Vicky and Bonnie!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, ok, you’ve made your point.
PLAYER_IDLE: See ya round then, you two.
You won’t be seeing me
PLAYER_IDLE: Probably won’t see you.
BONNIE_SURPRISED: Really?
PLAYER_IDLE: Life is gonna be busy.
BONNIE_IDLE: Of course, but we’ll have reunions?
VICKY_HAPPY: And surely a group chat?
PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know about all that.
BONNIE_IDLE: We’ll just have to see then.
BONNIE_HAPPY: Bye, gang.
VICKY_HAPPY: See you all real soon.
Bonnie and Vicky wave and head out of the villa to a chorus of cheers.
VICKY_HAPPY: I’m happy to finish with my bombshell partner by my side.
UMA_HAPPY: Cuties!
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Seems like the perfect ending, right?
VICKY_HAPPY: Right!
Vicky smiles at you.
VICKY_HAPPY: We had some fun, {0}.
VICKY_IDLE: You’re an incredible girl, thanks for being part of my experience.
Thanks for being part of mine
PLAYER_HAPPY: I wouldn’t change it, even though it was kinda unexpected.
VICKY_HAPPY: I’m glad you can look at it that way.
VICKY_HAPPY: Even though we weren't the one for each other…
VICKY_HAPPY: I definitely consider you to be my friend.
I had no choice really
PLAYER_IDLE: You stole me, I didn’t have a choice…
VICKY_IDLE: That’s true.
VICKY_HAPPY: But you were a huge part of my journey, so there’s that.
Travis smiles at you.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: We had some fun, {0}.
TRAVIS_IDLE: You’re an incredible girl, thanks for being part of my experience.
Thanks for being part of mine
PLAYER_HAPPY: I wouldn’t change it, even though it was kinda unexpected.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’m glad you can look at it that way.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Even though we weren’t the one for each other…
TRAVIS_HAPPY: I definitely consider you to be my friend.
I had no choice really
PLAYER_IDLE: You stole me, I didn’t have a choice…
TRAVIS_IDLE: That’s true.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: But you were a huge part of my journey, can’t be denied.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Shall we get outta here?
VICKY_HAPPY: Thought you’d never ask.
VICKY_HAPPY: I’m ready for that crowd to cheer my name.
Vicky and Travis give everyone a final wave.
They stroll out of the villa. You hear the crowd let out a big cheer.
UMA_HAPPY: You two are awesome!
TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’ll miss ya, my bombshell buddy.
VICKY_HAPPY: Aww, I’ll miss you too! We made quite an impact, I’d like to think.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: We sure did.
VICKY_HAPPY: We smashed it, Evan!
EVAN_HAPPY: And who knows what the future holds for us.
EVAN_FLIRTY: Well actually, first you’ve got to let me paint you.
VICKY_FLIRTY: You better do a good job, there’s a whole lot of beauty to capture here…
EVAN_HAPPY: I have faith in myself.
Evan lowers his voice whilst the others are saying goodbye to Vicky.
EVAN_IDLE: I just wanted to thank you, {0}.
PLAYER_IDLE: How come?
EVAN_IDLE: You were a big part of my experience.
EVAN_FLIRTY: I think you’re a beautiful, vibrant girl.
EVAN_HAPPY: And I wish you a whole lot of success and happiness.
Right back at you, Evan
PLAYER_HAPPY: You deserve the best, you’re a wonderful guy.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m so glad to have met you.
EVAN_HAPPY: That means a lot to me, I’m sure we’ll see each other again.
Vicky is right there!
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Stop talking to me! She’s your girl, right?
EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I wasn’t trying anything, {0}.
EVAN_IDLE: Just wanted to let you know that you meant something to me.
I forgot about our history
PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I had forgotten all of that.
PLAYER_HAPPY: We clearly weren’t made for each other.
EVAN_EMBARRASSED: You’d forgotten?
EVAN_IDLE: I’ll try not to be too offended.
EVAN_HAPPY: As long as you’re happy.
VICKY_HAPPY: See ya, gang.
EVAN_HAPPY: Laters, beautiful people.
Hug them both
Vicky and Evan come round to you.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Get in here Vicky.
You pull her into a hug.
VICKY_HAPPY: I’m gonna miss you! You’re a very special girl. Don’t you forget it.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ll miss you too.
You give Evan a quick squeeze too.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Treat her well.
EVAN_HAPPY: Don’t you worry, I will.
Wave them off
PLAYER_IDLE: Bye, you two.
You wave along with the others.
VICKY_HAPPY: See ya, {0}.
EVAN_HAPPY: Later, {0}.
EVAN_HAPPY: Shall we get outta here?
VICKY_HAPPY: Thought you’d never ask.
VICKY_HAPPY: I’m ready for that crowd to cheer my name.
Vicky and Evan give everyone a final wave.
They stroll out of the villa. You hear the crowd let out a big cheer.
Silence falls again.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I wonder who’s gonna be-
A phone pings.
UMA_SURPRISED: Oh! That was my phone.
LITEXT: Islanders, the couple in third place is…
LITEXT: {0} and {1}!
{0}_HAPPY: Oh wow! Third place.
{0}_HAPPY: With my day one guy!
She smiles and throws her arms round {0}’s neck, kissing him on the cheek.
{0}_HAPPY: We did amazing!
He glances over at you, his eyes searching for emotion on your face.
Congrats, you two!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Aww, look at you two! Congratulations!
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m happy for you.
{0}_HAPPY: We’ve had our beef in here, {1}, but it means a lot to hear you say that.
{0}_HAPPY: Thank you, {1}.
It won’t last
PLAYER_IDLE: Enjoy it whilst you can, you two. This ain’t gonna last.
PLAYER_IDLE: Just being honest.
{0}_IDLE: That’s just your opinion, I’ll take it with a pinch of salt.
{0} says nothing.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Aren’t you gonna defend us, {1}?
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sure, you never know what the future will bring, I guess.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s amazing! Considering how fresh of a couple we are.
{0}_HAPPY: It is! Maybe there are big things in the future for us.
UMA_HAPPY: Hug time!
She dashes over and embraces {0} and {1}.
UMA_HAPPY: You did great.
{0}_HAPPY: Thanks, Uma.
{0} turns to address you and {1}.
{0}_IDLE: Good luck, you two. You deserve to go all the way.
Say goodbye nicely with a hug
PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks. Hug it out?
{0}_HAPPY: Absolutely.
You give her a big hug.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Look after yourself out there.
{0}_HAPPY: You too.
{0}_HAPPY: You have such a beautiful heart, {1}.
Say goodbye sassily
PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, we do deserve to go all the way…
PLAYER_IDLE: Despite all your best efforts to get in our way.
PLAYER_IDLE: So, excuse me for not wanting to do a heartfelt goodbye…
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was jealous, I’ll admit.
{0}_IDLE: You did cause a lot of trouble for us.
{0}_IDLE: I know.
Say goodbye neutrally
PLAYER_IDLE: Goodbye, {0}.
You smile at her cordially.
{0}_IDLE: Bye-bye, {1}.
She smiles back.
{0}_IDLE: You’ve got such a beautiful heart, {1}.
{0} turns to you.
{0}_IDLE: Good luck. I’m genuinely sorry for all the beef.
Say goodbye nicely with a hug
PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks. Hug it out?
{0}_HAPPY: Absolutely.
You give her a big hug.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Look after yourself out there.
{0}_HAPPY: You too.
{0}_HAPPY: You have such a beautiful heart, {1}.
Say goodbye sassily
PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, whatever, {0}.
PLAYER_IDLE: You always had it in for me.
PLAYER_IDLE: So, excuse me for not wanting to do a heartfelt goodbye…
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was jealous, I’ll admit.
PLAYER_IDLE: You did cause a lot of trouble for me.
{0}_IDLE: I know.
Say goodbye neutrally
PLAYER_IDLE: Goodbye, {0}.
You smile at her cordially.
{0}_IDLE: Bye-bye, {1}.
She smiles back.
{0}_IDLE: You’ve got such a beautiful heart, {1}.
You all watch as {0} and {1} leave the villa, hand-in-hand.
UMA_HAPPY: And then there were two!
UMA_IDLE: Two couples, that is…
PLAYER_SURPRISED: This is it!
{0}_HAPPY: We’re either first, or runners-up, guys!
{0}_HAPPY: We made it.
{0}_HAPPY: Any second now…
{0}_IDLE: Just remember this, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy to be here with you.
Before you can reply, a phone pings!
UMA_SURPRISED: That was me!
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Here we go!
LITEXT: {0} and {1}, Uma and {2}, congratulations on being the final two couples...
You all exchange nervous glances, waiting for the next text to come through…
LITEXT: The winners of this year’s Love Island are…
The anticipation builds with every passing second.
LITEXT: Uma and {0}!
UMA_SURPRISED: No way!
UMA_HAPPY: Is this real?
{0}_HAPPY: It’s real! I just pinched myself.
Uma screams and throws herself into {0}’s arms. She kisses him so hard that he stumbles backwards slightly.
{0}_IDLE: Incredible, well done you two.
He glances at you guiltily.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I thought that this might be the outcome.
{0}_IDLE: You ok, {1}?
I’m so happy for you, Uma
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m honestly so happy for you, Uma, {0}. You two deserve it.
A flash of guilt appears in Uma’s eyes but then quickly disappears.
UMA_HAPPY: Thank you, my best girl!
UMA_IDLE: I really did think it would have been you!
This is a joke
PLAYER_ANGRY: I actually can’t believe it. We deserved the win so much more.
A flash of guilt appears in Uma’s eyes but then quickly disappears.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I really thought you would win.
UMA_IDLE: I think it might have something to do with you changing partners…
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I reckon so. Might’ve thrown some people off.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: That’s what I was thinking, it’s my fault.
{0}_IDLE: I really never cared about winning though, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: I just care about you.
I expected this too
PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I saw this coming.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Changing partners at the last minute was a bold thing to do, I guess.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: That’s what I was thinking, it’s my fault.
{0}_IDLE: I really never cared about winning though, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: I just care about you.
UMA_IDLE: I’m sure they love you out there, I really thought you were gonna win!
UMA_HAPPY: I’m so nervous!
{0}_HAPPY: Oh you don’t need to be, I’m about to own this interview.
{0}_FLIRTY: Bryson style…
{0}_HAPPY: I’ll be right there with you, my arm round you the whole time.
UMA_HAPPY: That makes me feel better!
Your phone pings.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!
LITEXT: {0}, {1}, you are our Love Island runners-up.
LITEXT: Please leave the villa and get ready to greet a very special VIP guest for your interview and best bits… {0}MysteryGuest {1}YourBestBits
UMA_HAPPY: Go out there and absolutely smash it, {0}.
UMA_HAPPY: The cheers are going to be so loud, I’m going to cover my ears already!
Hug Uma and leave
PLAYER_HAPPY: I need an Uma hug before I go.
UMA_HAPPY: With pleasure!
You throw your arms around one another and rock from side-to-side in your embrace.
UMA_HAPPY: Love ya, {0}.
UMA_SAD: I’m so glad you’re not cross with me.
PLAYER_IDLE: Nah, I just wanted to win, that’s all.
Leave with sass
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m clearly too much for this villa.
PLAYER_IDLE: Later, people.
UMA_SAD: Goodbye, {0}.
UMA_IDLE: I’ll be seeing you, I just know it.
Leave with humility
PLAYER_IDLE: Goodbye, you two.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Nail that interview.
PLAYER_IDLE: Be there for each other.
UMA_HAPPY: Bye, {0}. I miss you already.
{0}_HAPPY: See ya.
{0}_HAPPY: Let’s get out of here.
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m ready!
You hold your head high and leave the villa, with {0} by your side.
You can hear Uma and {0} cheering you on from back at the firepit.
You brace yourself for the audience reaction…
PLAYER_SURPRISED: That was me!
{0}_HAPPY: Here we go!
UMA_HAPPY: Ooooh!
{0}_HAPPY: Whatever happens, you’re it for me, {1}.
LITEXT: {0} and {1}, Uma and {2}, congratulations on being the final two couples...
You all exchange nervous glances, waiting for the next text to come through…
LITEXT: The winners of this year’s Love Island are…
The anticipation builds with every passing second.
LITEXT: {0} and {1}!
UMA_HAPPY: I knew it!
{0}_HAPPY: Aww man. I’m so happy for you both.
Jump into {0}’s arms for a kiss
PLAYER_HAPPY: We won! We actually won!
You jump into {0}’s arms and kiss him passionately, all your joy and excitement contained in this one beautiful moment.
You jump into {0}’s arms and kiss her passionately, all your joy and excitement contained in this one beautiful moment.
{0}_HAPPY: Woah, I’m giddy.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m going to remember this moment forever.
Give {0} a celebratory hug
PLAYER_HAPPY: We did it! We won!
You hug {0} tenderly, all your joy and excitement contained in this one beautiful moment.
{0}_HAPPY: I knew we would, just because of you.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m going to treasure this moment forever.
Celebrate by yourself
PLAYER_HAPPY: A winner?! Me!
You punch the air in solo celebration.
{0} laughs.
{0}_HAPPY: Do your thing, {1}. I know you well enough to know when you need your moment.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m going to treasure that smile on your face forever though.
Remain calm
PLAYER_IDLE: Pretty cool, pretty cool.
{0}_HAPPY: Look at you with that calm energy.
{0}_HAPPY: I see you smiling though.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m going to treasure this moment forever.
UMA_HAPPY: It’s interview time for us now. I gotta hug you, {0}!
Of course!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Yes, you do! Come here, girl.
You throw your arms around one another and rock from side-to-side in your embrace.
UMA_HAPPY: Love ya, {0}. So unbelievably happy for you.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you, Uma. You better give ‘em sauce in that interview.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: As long as I manage to make it through without being too awkward…
PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be fine.
No thanks, Uma
PLAYER_IDLE: Nah, you gotta get out there.
PLAYER_IDLE: They’re waiting for you.
UMA_SURPRISED: You’re right!
UMA_HAPPY: See you both real soon.
{0}_HAPPY: Bring it in, {1}.
{0} and {1} share a massive hug.
You wave goodbye, watching as {0} puts an arm around Uma and leads her off into the distance.
The crowd lets out a huge cheer!
{0}_HAPPY: It’ll be us next!
{0}_IDLE: Uma’s right, they’re going to cheer so loud for you.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m just gonna step back and let you take it all in.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Aww, they’ll be cheering for both of us.
Your phone pings.
{0}_HAPPY: It’s time…
LITEXT: {0} and {1}, you are our Love Island winners!
LITEXT: Please leave the villa and get ready to greet a very special VIP guest for your best bits and the ultimate final choice… {0}YourBestBits {1}LoveOrWhat?
{0}_HAPPY: We’re ready, we’ve got this.
{0}_HAPPY: Together.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s go!
You strut confidently out of the villa with {0} by your side.
You brace yourself for the audience reaction…
You and {0} wait just beyond the stage, none of the audience can see you yet.
You can see Uma and {0} chatting and smiling with a familiar looking brunette bombshell…
{0}_SURPRISED: Is that Ivy?
PLAYER_SURPRISED: From last season?!
{0}_SURPRISED: Looks like it.
You struggle to make out what she’s saying.
PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t hear her, like at all.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Me neither, gutted.
Suddenly, a mischievous grin spreads slowly across {0}’s face.
{0}_FLIRTY: What’s stopping us from moving closer to have a little eavesdrop, eh?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re feeling mischievous are you?
{0}_FLIRTY: Absolutely.
You recognise an awkward look in Uma’s eyes.
{0}_FLIRTY: Looks like she’s about to spill some serious tea?
{0}_FLIRTY: Let’s listen in?
*Let’s do it!
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m so down, I want to hear all the gossip…
{0}_HAPPY: This is why we’re made for each other.
You and {0} keep low as you creep closer to the stage.
I don’t think we should
PLAYER_IDLE: Aren’t we supposed to stay here?
{0}_FLIRTY: We’re the winners, surely we’re allowed to have a sneaky little listen.
{0}_SURPRISED: Oh!
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What?
{0}_SURPRISED: I just about heard Uma drop your name.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Did you?
{0}_SURPRISED: Looks like this is going to be juicy.
{0}_FLIRTY: You sure you don’t want to listen in?
*Actually, let’s listen in!
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m so down, I want to hear all the gossip…
{0}_HAPPY: This is why we’re made for each other.
You and {0} keep low as you creep closer to the stage.
Let’s miss the scoop
PLAYER_IDLE: No, let’s just chill here and wait for our own interview.
{0}_HAPPY: Of course, I’m so excited to stand up there with you.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve just got all this excess energy, I’ll simmer down though, promise.
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You and The Seasons
Oh, but to love you is to love the seasons.
You are the first day of spring, the wind that breathes life into all that is vibrant and exuberant.
You are the median in summer, you are the luxury of warmth and long-lasting sunsets.
You are not the first, not the second, but the third leaf to fall from a precious tree in the beginning of autumn. Because perfection takes time, not to rush the nuance of being prepared for your purpose. They say the third time's the charm, and you ring in that luck by falling when you’re ready, but you are cherished in the meantime.
You are the last snow of winter, when you are gone you are missed and everyone is excited to see you when you come back around. A recreation of joy in the last bits of a barren season that shows little fruits of bliss.
To love you is a testament to how change on the account of time can be beautiful, a test of strength when faced with the adversity of all that wishes to will you away.
Because I love you the way, I love to see how time manifests in the spectrum of the year. You are grand, you are fondly remembered, and even the smallest parts of you are to be loved by any who appreciate you.
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Review: The indie-pop duo Wotts paint swirling visuals and dance-along vibrancy in their new feel-good single ‘Allo!’
Hailing from Ottawa, Canada, the indie-pop duo Wotts are back once again with their newest single ‘ALLO!’ Heavily inspired by Pond and Djo, and a few other artists of that ilk, this recently released track is one that steers back towards the pair’s synth pop origins while still mixing modern and retro influences.
Right from the start, ‘ALLO!’ declares itself to be a song you hear from your eyes - and yes, you did read that right. Painting swirling visuals of interlacing colours and psychedelic-esque explosions into your eyelids through sound alone, Wotts see their music to be much more than an audio experience alone, utterly transportive in the scene it has to set. From instant exuberant analog synth and sparkling pops, ‘ALLO!’ is a pop of much-needed vibrancy in a world that can often feel bleak, soaring through only the brightest of sounds. As big drum beats and pounding bass twangs add to the depth of the sound, this glowing performance dances through like frolicking through a field on a summer’s day, leaving you feeling nothing but overwhelmingly elated. Soaking their vocals in a distinct vocal effect, Wotts’ deliver lines with an echoey, almost subdued-feeling approach, a little distant in the sound but in a way that only elevates the instrumentals incredible vibe. Things push forward with this constant liveliness, delving into emphatic electric guitar riffs and instrumental fade-outs, layering intimacy into a song otherwise walled off with an outer layer of infectious joy. At just over three minutes in length, ‘ALLO!’ is the kind of release that’s determined to get you on your feet and feeling good, a snapshot of utterly addictive indie-pop and synth layerings combined.
Though some of Wotts’ past releases have covered themes like existentialism and unsaid goodbyes, ‘ALLO!’ takes on a different kind of message and meaning, one intended to be the light in a world often consumed by negativity. Capturing those initial moments of butterflies, silliness and racing hearts in the company of a newfound crush or partner, ‘ALLO!’ is filled with that unfiltered bubbliness we all get when we’re falling hard, finding endorphins rushing and emotions high. As they open with the line ‘she comes and goes’, it makes it quite clear right away that the unfolding love story in ‘ALLO!’ is just in its mere beginnings, always keeping an eye out for her presence and hoping she’ll tag along. Later continuing ‘know that she loves me’, there’s a clear connection between the pair and a thrilling enjoyment of their conjoined feelings, jumping in headfirst without fear. More abstract lines like ‘remix the colours to welcome around her, never judging anything’ simmer in an almost poetical edge, seemingly appreciating her aura over appearance, looking within at her heart and soul to love deeply and sincerely. It can often be hard to find healthy love explored, yet ‘ALLO!’ covers all the grounds of a heart-warming partnership that everyone deserves to find, filled with nothing but pure affection, tenderness and a real understanding of what it means to find your other half.
Check out ‘Allo!’ for yourself here to appreciate the dance-along sound and equally feel-good message!
Written by: Tatiana Whybrow
Photo Credits: Unknown
// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.
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Rules for Halloween Décor When Selling Your House
Come the first of October, we start pulling all the ghosts and goblins and bats and skeletons out of storage and stocking up on pumpkins and gourds. Who’s with us?
After a long, hot summer, the arrival of fall and everyone’s favorite candy-hoarding holiday is a welcome gift.
But if you’re getting ready to sell your home, all that décor could get in the way, and be a distraction for buyers instead of a delight. Taking a more measured approach is key; these tips will help.
Don't overdo it
You’re excited about Halloween. We get it. And you’re not alone. Last year, Americans spent $9 billion on Halloween, of which $2.7 billion was spent on decorations. This year, you don’t have to put out every one of your Halloween-themed items.
Consider your existing décor style and color story
If you’re planning to extend your Halloween décor into the interior of your home, be mindful of the colors you bring in. Yes, you could load up on orange pumpkins, or you can purchase faux pumpkins in navy blue and emerald green velvet to match what you already have going on.
Keep safety in mind
If people are going to be walking from the street to your home, you want to make sure it’s clear of hazards. Safety first. Always. Keep the walk in front of and to your home clean and debris-free. Make sure the walkway is well lighted to avoid accidents.
Limit the inflatables
Yes, your giant Halloween-themed Snoopy inflatable is adorable. But it might be best to keep it packed away in the garage this year. Unless you live in a neighborhood where most or all of the houses go all out for Halloween and your place will stand out for all the wrong reasons if you DON’T cover the lawn with blow-up stuff, it’s probably best to go a little tamer this year. (And if you do happen to live in that exuberant neighborhood that warrants a parade of inflatables, be sure to keep them inflated all day. You don't want people driving by or coming for showings with a limp Snoopy spread out on the lawn.) You also want to make sure that your “For Sale” sign is still easily visible no matter what kind of decorations you use.
Do a day-after check
That perfect curb appeal may take a hit on Halloween, so be sure to take a few minutes to look around the perimeter of your home before you leave for work on November 1.
Keep an eye on those pumpkins
Like we said, there are so many ways to decorate with faux pumpkins these days. But if you insist on the real deal, make sure you check them every couple of days to make sure they aren’t going bad and haven’t turned into critter food.
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