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artistic--ghost · 1 year
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The one and only Fearne Calloway with a bunch of stuff that was in her possession at some point in time.
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moonstruckme · 1 month
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Hi! I would love to see Steve being really affectionate with shy reader? Maybe at the beginning of their relationship when everything is really „big” for reader? Only if it’s something that you like. Lots of love and thank you! 🩷
Thanks for requesting!
Steve Harrington x shy!reader ♡ 745 words
Selfishly, Steve has an easier time being brave when you’re so clearly the nervous one. 
“So this guy, he wasn’t being a dick or anything,” he says, fingers loosely intertwined with yours as you walk down to the 7-Eleven, “but he just wouldn’t leave Rob alone. Couldn’t take a hint, you know?” 
You hum. Your hand starts to slip in his, and you tighten your fingers almost imperceptibly. Steve adjusts, taking your hand more securely in his so it doesn’t happen again. A bit of pink tinges your cheeks that he doubts has much to do with the warm weather. 
Steve doesn’t mean to fluster you, but if he waited on you to make the first move there’d be no moving at all. That said, he doesn’t mind flustering you either. You get this sweet, startled look on your face and sometimes you try to hide behind your hair so that he gets to move it away. He sweeps his thumb over the back of your hand to soothe you, and you press your lips together like he’s done something far more brash. 
“What did she do?” you ask.
“She told him we were dating.” 
“What?” You laugh, the sound starting up a pleasant buzzing in Steve’s chest. “But she tells everyone else you’re ‘platonic with a capital P’.” 
“Exactly!” He shakes his head, grinning at you. You smile back for half a second before your gaze drops to his chest. “He’s gonna find out as soon as he brings it up to literally anyone, and then she’s gonna have to cover her ass all over again. I don’t know why she does this to herself.” 
“Maybe she’s panicking,” you muse. “Just, like, saying the first thing she can think of.” 
Steve guesses you’d know something about that. The first time he’d tried to ask you out, he’d suggested going to the drive-in and you’d blurted that you didn’t watch movies. 
“Maybe,” he says, unable to mask the amusement in his tone (and not trying very hard, if he’s being honest). 
You look at him curiously, then shy at whatever you see in his expression. “Oh, I forgot.” You duck away under the guise of digging through your bag. “I got this off my neighbor’s tree today.” 
You hold a peach out to him, and Steve thinks he’s going to melt on the spot. His heart feels all heavy and made of mush. “No way.” His voice is soft, reverent. “You stole from your neighbor for me?” 
He takes the peach from you, and you immediately turn from his gaze, pretending to adjust your bag over your shoulder. Steve knows you didn’t really forget to tell him earlier; you just hadn’t wanted this display in front of your roommates. It’s cool. He’s fine with adoring you in private. 
“I didn’t steal it.” The smile is evident in your voice, and Steve waits until you turn back to shoot you the best one he’s got in return. The pink spreads to your ears. “I asked. They always say they have too many to eat by themselves.” 
“Still.” He thinks about mushing a kiss into your temple, but even Steve’s not feeling bold enough for that yet. He settles for wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s sweet, thanks.” 
“It was no problem,” you murmur, tilting your head so your hair curtains your face. 
Steve is gleeful at this development. He reaches forward with his other hand to brush it out of the way, hooking what he can behind your ear. Your eyes flit to him bashfully. He knows he’s smiling like an idiot, but he can’t help it. It’s just the way his face likes to be around you. 
“Well, I appreciate it,” he says, then decides to put you out of your misery. “So, what kind of slushee are you gonna get?” 
“Mm, dunno,” you reply softly. “You?” 
“Blue raspberry every time.” He nods certainly. “Never wavered since I was a kid.” 
“I don’t think I’ve tried that one,” you say. “I usually get a coke and cherry mix.” 
“You can try mine,” Steve offers. 
“You don’t mind if I sip from your straw?” 
“I mean, I was thinking you could just kiss me to taste it,” he says. And fine, now he might be stirring the pot a little bit. It’s worth it when you put your face in your hands. Steve squeezes you tighter against his side, affectionate. “But that works too, yeah.” 
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llamagoddessofficial · 4 months
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Hey got more aggre guy questions with you hehehe :D
How would you know if any of them had a crush on you?
Hehe... a classic cute question.
Sans: The absolute most difficult to tell. He just acts like a close pal. Honestly, if you're not Papyrus, it's near impossible to know how Sans is genuinely feeling. This guy is a master at disguise. The signs are ridiculously covert- how many words he uses in his texts, which eye he most frequently winks at you with, the kinds of jokes he uses, which side of you he sits on. He gets slightly jealous of people you like, and expresses that with veeeery subtle coldness toward them. To Papyrus Sans is outrageously flirting, and to you he just said 'heh, i'm gonna steal that joke'.
The most reliable sign that he likes you, is he would rather be with you than without you. He messages you when he's bored, when he's got a day off he asks if you want to come over and hang out together. He's casually affectionate with you; with everyone else he's very physically guarded, not really allowing any prolonged contact, but he'll sit close enough for your knees to touch and lean on your shoulder. When he's sleepy, he'll just put his head in your lap.
If at any point you're actually starting to suspect that Sans has a crush on you (ie you catch him lightly blushing or looking at your hand like he wants to hold it) that means he's already fully in love with you. If it's obvious enough for you to tell, he's planning to spend the rest of his life with you.
Red: Red is also pretty difficult to tell. Not as hard as Sans, though. He's highly flirtatious in general, but even more so with people he's physically interested in. Sometimes, it can be hard to know if he's just a super flirty guy in general, or if he genuinely really likes you.
When he's in love he switches between totally forgetting to flirt (he's thinking about more than just sleeping together) and acting more like himself, then panicking that you won't like his real self and becoming EXTRA flirtatious and swaggery. He instinctively wants you to see the real him, and like him... but he's also terrified of you not liking the real him, so he clams up and tries to play the part of the big sexy badboy that everyone else seems to like so much more. The longer he likes you the more he eases. If at any point you find out he needs glasses, or that he quit smoking out of fear that it'd impact your lungs, that's a sure sign he's fallen for you.
Another reliable tell is jealousy. Red doesn't get jealous a lot, because usually he doesn't really care all that deeply about his flings. If he shows jealousy about who you're with, it's a big flag that his feelings run a lot deeper than he wants to admit.
Skull: Skull isn't difficult at all. It will be loud & clear that he likes you. Nonstop staring, intense blushing at the slightest interaction, he drops/breaks things a lot because he's distracted just looking at you. His brain -> mouth filter vanishes, he'll be completely silent except to blurt out things like "you're so pretty" and "i like your smell". Before he drums up the courage to start talking to you properly he might even come across as a bit creepy and overwhelming, given his size and strength, the intensity of his feelings, and his love language being staring.
Papyrus usually comes very in handy. He makes Skull seem less intimidating by providing the cute real reasons for Skull's bizarre behaviour around you. He can be a great translation service for his brother- when Skull mumbles something totally unintelligible to you because you make his brain stop working, Papyrus can step in. He's also great at getting that perfect balance between encouraging his brother, and stopping him from crossing any lines; he'll help Skull approach you at a house party without teleporting somewhere completely random out of nervousness, but he'll also dispense helpful advice such as "PERHAPS YOU SHOULD INTRODUCE YOURSELF BEFORE YOU TELL HER YOU WANT TO HAVE KIDS WITH HER."
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rogueddie · 7 months
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Part one, Part two, Part three
El wakes him up, the same way she did the previous day; softly.
"Good morning, Steve," she says, with a quiet voice and gentle hand on his shoulder. She smiles small, but genuinely, when he blinks his eyes open. "We are having eggos for breakfast."
"Again?"
"You do not like them?" She sounds concerned. "I can ask-"
"No, I like them," he quickly corrects.
"Great! Come on!"
As soon as he's out of bed, on his feet, she gently grabs his hand and leads him out to the kitchen. Hopper is already awake, cooking, and greets them with a wide smile.
"Any plans for today?" El asks.
"Not today," Hopper says, plating their breakfast. "After yesterday, I thought it better if Steve stay home. If that's alright with you, kid?"
"Sure," Steve nods.
"I can hang out with him?" El asks, perking up.
"If that's what he wants."
"Steve?" El asks, turning to him with wide, pleading eyes.
"What we be doing?"
"Oh! I have a lot of ideas! Max let me borrow some of her stuff, too. Although, she thinks you might not like some of it and that I should try something else if you do not want to try, so I have backups."
"And... that's ok?" He asks, glancing between her and Hopper. "If I say no?"
"Kid," Hopper starts. His voice is low, serious- the way Steve always hears adults get when he's said something wrong. But he looks worried when he slowly sits down, turning so he can face Steve. "Why do you think that wouldn't be ok?"
"I dunno," Steve lies, shrugging. "Grown ups are weird."
"They are," El agrees, nodding solemnly.
"Steve, you can say no," Hopper says, gently grabbing his shoulder. "Doesn't matter to what, or why. You can always say no. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Good. Eat up, before El steals it."
"I would ask first!"
It's nice, Steve thinks. How easy, comfortable, they are. She's not scared to talk back, and he understands that it's playful. They try to encourage Steve to speak up, join in, but he's happy to watch them.
"You know where everything is?" Hopper asks El, as he prepares to leave. "And what to do if-"
"Yes, I know," she quickly says. "We will be ok. I will make sure he is ok."
"Don't doubt it," Hopper ruffles her hair. "I'll be back for dinner."
"You better be."
El holds up a hand, waiting, listening. And, as soon as the sound of Hoppers car is too far to hear, she grabs his hand again.
"He will be late," she says, shutting the door to her room behind them with a flick of her wrist. "It's fine though, I know where he hides things, and it gives us more time to have fun."
She pulls a bag out from under her bed, tipping it upside down and dumping the contents out onto the bed.
"We can talk about what you don't want to try first, if you like?"
"Um... ok?"
"Great!" She lifts up a small bottle first. "I was thinking we try painting nails first. Max recently showed me how to do patterns with it. I'm really good at daisies."
"I like daisies," he offers.
"Me too!" She grins, putting the nail polish to one side.
El, Steve is quickly discovering, is perfect. She is more than happy to skip the things Steve is uncertain about, reassuring him that they could try again later if he wants. She's only interested in finding the thing that they both enjoy.
He only ends up with one daisy, painted on his thumb, but El doesn't care.
"You let me paint a base," she reminds him, when he asks. "And it matches your sweater that I got from Robin!"
"What sweater?"
The sweater is yellow, matching his nails, just like El said. It's massive on him- almost ridiculously bigger. Even with the sleeves scrunched up, he can't get his hands free. But it's soft, bright, comfortable. Something about it makes him feel safe.
"You got this from Robin?" He asks.
"Yes! She brought a few things over that she thinks you might like. She wants you to feel safe and loved."
"Oh."
"Are you ok?" El takes half a step closer, hands raising, uncertain and panicked. "Are you sad?"
"No, I'm fine," he chokes out, rubbing his face. "Everyone is just so nice to me. I didn't even do any special things that get rewards."
"You don't need to do special things. We are your friends and we care about you." She grabs him, pulling him in for a tight hug. "And we are going to do lots of nice things together because you deserve it."
And they do.
It's easy to get lost in it, after that. Easy to forget why he should be avoiding certain things, easy to forget that he would usually get in trouble for trying on "girl" things or wearing make-up.
It's easy to let himself enjoy himself. It's easy to let himself enjoy spending time with El. It's easy to be... happy.
By the time Hopper gets home, only a little late, Steve feels almost drunk with how happy he is.
"You kids have a good day?" He asks, only pausing for a minute when he spots Steve. "What did you get up to?"
El follows him to the kitchen, recieting their day, excitedly explaining which things they both enjoyed and what they had to scrap.
Steve is only confused for a moment- Hopper truly isn't phased by all the "girl" things that he'd done with El. He barely even spares a glance at the frilly, pink socks that El has lent him. He seems, like El, happy that Steve had a good time and nothing more.
"Are you guys, like... real?" He has to ask. "Why are you so nice?"
"Would you rather us be cruel?" Hopper counters.
"Well, no..."
"Then what's the problem?" He raises an eyebrow, nodding to himself when Steve can't think of a response. "Good. So for dinner..."
part five
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ashesoriley · 1 month
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Ok what Adaine and Riz got married for some fucking scholarship so they can go to school and they do like a courthouse wedding. They did not tell anyone because it is in fact a scam and they don't want to get it revoked
Then Fig finds out and insists on throwing a huge fucking reception at Seacaster Manor which is An Issue because now they have to pretend and they are both gay in the wrong direction
So Gorgug genuinely believes them and is congratulating them
Fabian is throwing a bitch fit in the corner and will not admit to himself why. He's covering by saying things like " well I wanted to be your best man the ball I can't believe you didn't tell me" meanwhile he's consumed with jealousy
Kristen knows why she's upset and thinks she's lost her chance with Adaine and is drowning her sorrows and getting incredibly drunk.
So now later in the party three things happen simultaneously
1: Kristen goes up to Fig very drunk and is like ":) you wanna know a secret:) I'm in love with adaine hiccup and I never told her:((" and just wanders off
2: Gorgug goes up to Adaine and Riz and very sincerely congratulations them. Adaine is feeling incredibly guilty because they are scamming and her very nice friends threw this incredible party and she spills the beans to Gorgug
3: Raug goes to talk to Fabian who's had a few drinks and asks him how he's doing and Fabian goes on about how he wanted to be there at his wedding and be his best man and he wants the best for him in life. And Raug is like hmmm. And asks him how he really feels about Riz. And Fabians like I dream of kissing him in the moonlight but that's just what bros do. And Raugs like hmmmm dude I think you're in love with the ball. And Fabians like nuh uh and internally piecing shit together and panicking about it
Anyway Fig is in the trenches finding out about this when Raug wanders up like: "uhhhh we have a problem". And there's a terrible 10 minutes until Gorgug wanders up like "did everyone know it was a scam:(?" And suddenly everything clicks together.
The tone of the party has now changed as suddenly they split up to make them admit their feelings.
Zelda and Gorgug both split up to get Kristen and Adaine and suggest they go out to the garden together and make a romantic setting and they confess their feelings and it's all very sweet.
At the exact same time Raug and Fig have locked Fabian and Riz in a closet and are chanting confess. Riz eventually cracks and admits it's a scam and Fabians like :D that's terrible:D
So a little while later Kristen and Adaine wander in holding hands and Riz shouting from the closet "it's over Adaine they know" and shes like "are u gonna finally tell Fabian you like him then?" She didn't know he was in the closet too. And Fabians like what??? And Raugs like "I told you it was mutual!" Riz bolts out of the closet determined to start a new life stealing Figs skateboard to go faster. Fabian is now chasing him on the hangman desperately shouting his feelings as they run. The hangman giving unhelpful commentary. Eventually they have a nice conversation and get on the same page.
The real challenge is the next day getting everyone else at the party on the same page
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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year
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Chapter 16: Grand Theft Auto
Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four
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[Raining Hellfire: Season Four]
Word Count: 2799 words
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death/murder, threats
[A/N: wow this is kinda boring i apologise. as compensation for this pretty dry chapter, i'm gonna release the next one tomorrow cause even i can't deal with this one lmao]
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Grand Theft Auto
Eddie pokes his head out around the side of the trailer, gesturing for you all to follow him.
He had done this for about five different trailers now and every time he looked back at you, you have to stifle a laugh. How else were you meant to react to him staring back at you with your sister’s Michael Myers’ mask?
As you all rush across the field, your eyes catch on to what Eddie had been searching for.
Without a word, the boy runs over to the RV, finding a window and climbing through.
“We’re really stealing this?” Robin whispers out and everyone nods.
“Okay, everyone in.” Steve whispers out when Eddie makes it through, helping the kids up.
“What’s that noise?”
You all freeze once you hear voices from the other side of the RV. The owners.
Panicked glances were thrown to eachother before you decide to take the bullet and walk towards them.
A pull on your arm causes you to turn back. Steve looks down at you with wide eyes.
“We need you to hot-wire the thing.” He whispers at you and you stop for a second before wincing.
“Actually…” You look to the RV, praying that the boy doesn’t mind you saying this. “I’m very sure Eddie knows how to hot-wire.”
“What?” Steve frowns and you shrug, starting to walk away.
“Criminal parents are universal, Steve.” You say, ignoring Steve's whispers of objection, before stepping around the RV and seeing the couple sat outside.
Once they catch sight of you, their hard stares made you surrender on instinct, putting a sweet smile on your face.
“Hi!” You say nicely, walking forward slightly, “I’m so sorry to bother you, one of my brothers threw their ball a little too close to your vehicle here.”
“Did you damage it?” The man spat at you, standing up and you instantly shake your head.
“No! No, it didn’t hit anything, sir, I promise.” You quickly say and he slowly returns to his seat, “And I’ll make sure they won't do it again.”
“Good.” The woman then says, nodding. “Kids like that should be properly punished.”
What lovely people, you think as the man squints at you.
“Hold on,” He stands up, creeping closer to you. “I’ve seen you ‘round here before.”
“Uh..” You give your best innocent smile, laughing, “Yeah, I live like three trailers over, you know-”
“Nah, that’s not it.” He suddenly stops, face hardening. “I’ve seen you ‘ere with the Munson kid.”
“Uh…”
“As in the murderer?” The woman chimes in, reaching for something beside her seat.
You laugh nervously, backing away. “I-”
“You a murderer too?” She asks and, and you freeze at her words. You were a murderer.
The RV starts up with a loud bang, scaring the couple enough as a distraction.
As you jump, the door behind you sings open, revealing a grinning Eddie.
“Your chariot awaits.” He holds out his hand, clocking the people behind you, “Like, right now.”
You glance back to see their furious eyes and you nod, grabbing his hand and letting him pull you into the RV.
It speeds off just as you get inside the door, tearing away from the couple and in the chaos, you and Eddie almost loose your footing. Catching onto the side, you and Eddie look to eachother with a laugh.
“That was a close one.” He comments with a smirk as you nod.
“Hold on! Hold on!”
Steve yells out and suddenly he turns the wheel and you’re sent flying towards Eddie, both of you crashing to the ground just after hitting your heads together.
“Yep.” Eddie wheezes. “That’s more like it.”
“Classic.” You manage to wince, slowly sitting up as Steve gains somewhat of a control on the RV.
Eddie grins at you, rubbing his head. “There's that greeting I was waiting for.”
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A few minutes into the road and everyone finally settles in, Steve driving you towards the War Zone. He didn’t look particularly pleased to be the one driving the RV, especially with no experience of a vehicle this big, but he didn’t object.
Nancy occupied the front seat and you watched as they talked every now and then. The way Steve looked at her just proved your theory right. He wasn’t over Nancy.
You couldn’t blame him. Just look at her.
You fiddle with your Walkman, the tape replaying over and over in your head. You needed to move on. It was a one-time thing, a kiss in a moment long gone.
If that were true, why did it hurt so much?
An object was set on the table in front of you and you frown, looking up to see Robin smiling at you across the table you sat at.
Beside her sat Dustin, head down as soft snores left his mouth. Next to you, Lucas suddenly stands up and moves to the back to where Max sat and you smile softly.
When you look back down at the object on the table, your eyes widen. It was a soft yellow ribbon.
“Where-” You start quietly and she pushes it over to you.
“I think it must have fallen off back in Max’s trailer.” She whispers back, “I figured you’d want it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing it.”
“Yeah.” You smile, stroking the fabric as your eyes misted over. “It’s a reminder.”
“For what?” Robin asks and you tie the ribbon to your belt loop, securing it.
“Not to give up on chosen family.” You whisper out and she genuinely smiles at that, reaching her hand across the table for you to take a hold of.
“Harrington, take this turn!” Eddie calls out, moving from the window he was staring out of and Steve obeys, pulling down another road and in the distance, you can see the building.
“How exactly are we paying for this?” Erica asks the logical question and everyone looks at eachother.
“I’ve got it.” Nancy announces, looking back. “What? My dad has a ‘just in case’ stash of money for me.”
“Cool. Wheeler’s got us covered.” Eddie declares, heading to the door but you pull him back.
“Okay, no.” You say and he pouts.
“Why not?”
“Did you forget about the angry hicks?” You stress, pointing to the door. “We are literally at angry hick central!”
“But-”
You just stare at him, pursing your lips slightly as you tilt your head and Eddie straightens.
“Okay, yeah you’re right.” He surrenders, moving back.
“So… I’m not the only one that works on?” Dustin asks and everyone nods in agreement.
“What?” You frown and Steve laughs, the sound involuntarily making your lips quirk up.
“You’re scary.”
“I’m gonna take that as a compliment.” You nod, turning around. “Okay, Eddie stays here for sure. Maybe Dustin and Lucas since they’re Hellfire Club. And me.”
“You?” Max asks and you nod.
“Yeah, I think a few people remember seeing me with Eddie so… not a good idea.” You admit with a shrug and Eddie frowns, staying silent.
“Okay.” Nancy nods, stepping to the door. “But if we’re not back in fifteen minutes-”
“I’ll come and save you.” You smirk and she smiles back at you, nodding to the others and stepping out into the sunlight.
“Be right back.” Max assures before shutting the door behind her and you sigh, slumping into a seat at the table.
It was going to be a simple trip to the store, you kept telling yourself, tapping the surface subconsciously along to the beat of the music playing in your ears.
“So unfair.” Dustin mumbles and you move one of your headphones to the side to hear him better.
“Sorry, would you rather be beaten to a pulp by the town?” You ask politely and he lets out a deep breath.
“No.” He pouts, sliding into the seat next to you, “I just want to check out all the cool stuff.”
His head was down, drawing something imaginary with his fingertip against the table. You knew him well enough to know he hated being left out of things.
“Hey, if you’re that upset…” You sigh, closing your eyes. “Then maybe, maybe, I will… take you there some time.”
“You swear it?” He asks and you nod.
“I swear.”
“Cool, thanks.” He grins, standing up and moving to the back where Lucas currently resided.
Shaking your head in amusement, your eyes drift over to where Eddie sat across from you, a smile on his face.
“What?” You laugh uneasily and he shrugs.
“Nothing.” He dismisses, but the smile on his face stays the same.
As you sit across from eachother, you can’t help notice how anxious he’s been lately. His leg always jigging, hands constantly finding something to fiddle with. He was usually a little jittery, but it had been heightened ever since you came back. And you knew exactly what it felt like to deal with your home town thinking you were a murderer.
“We’re gonna figure it out.” You say and his eyes find yours once again. “We’ll clear your name.”
“If I’m being honest…” Eddie leans forward, concern written over his face as he glances at your headphones. “… that’s not really my biggest worry right now.”
“I’ll be fine.” You attempt a smile, shaking your head. “Nothing the Queen Of Demogorgons can’t handle.”
There's a small and comfortable silence between you both, your eyes drifting to your Walkman as the tape stops, prompting you to place your thumb over the button to replay.
"Hey, uh..." Eddie leans forward, gaining your attention. "This is a weird question."
"Believe me, my bar for weird is spectacularly high right now." You smile, waiting for his query.
"The Upside Down," He frowns, fiddling with the rings on his fingers, "Does it... like, change someone?"
You tilt your head, curious. "Change... how?"
He goes to open his mouth when the door swings open, a very stressed Erica stepping through and searching for your eyes.
“Shit!” She pants and Lucas stands up, walking to his sister.
“What’s going on?” He asks, frowning. “Erica?”
“Jason.” She says, her panicked look making you jump out of your seat.
You quickly move over to the door, Eddie’s hand grasping yours quickly and pulling you back.
“Jesus Christ, wait, wait.” He pleads and you stop.
“It’s been fifteen minutes, Jason is in there, and they need my help.” You declare and he squeezes his eyes shut. He didn’t want to let go, but your hand is dropped from his hold.
“Shit, fine.” He finally breathes out and you turn again, “But- just get out of there as soon as you can.”
“Be back before you can even say Thessalhydra.” You claim, jumping down from the RV before Eddie can even question how you know that name.
Striding over to the store, you’re met with a huge crowd of people holding guns. As your breath hitches in your breath, it is slowly released when they continue shopping, completely oblivious to you being there.
Okay, you think, maybe this was a bad idea.
You weave through the aisles, trying to find one of your friends within the busy store. Out the corner of your eye, you catch sight of hair that surely belonged to Mr Farrah Fawcett himself.
But, to your relief, they seem to be shopping and not attacked by a revenge-set basketball team. Although you didn’t miss how Robin’s head was a little lower than usual, Steve sending concerned glances her way. Something definitely happened.
You don’t have any more time to think about it before you hear your name behind you, spoken by a voice you didn’t recognise.
Turning around, you finally spot Nancy, wielding a shotgun. Despite her classy exterior, it was honestly weirder to see her without a gun than with it. And, in front of her, leaning in uncomfortably close, was Jason Carver.
You only knew his face from the photos Lucas showed you from his last game. You almost felt sorry for him; his girlfriend was murdered, of course he would overreact. You just had a problem with the fact that he would threaten and hurt anyone that got in his way, all morals thrown away to achieve a horrific goal.
Walking closer, you keep quiet, the busy noises of people around you softening your footsteps.
Jason had a firm grip around the shotgun Nancy held and it was clear he wasn’t letting go of her anytime soon.
“I just wanna know where she is.” He gritted through his teeth and Nancy remained silent.
“Where who is?” You ask, noticing Nancy’s eyes widen when she sees you behind him.
Ah, you realise, they’re talking about me.
“Y/n Mayfield.” Jason spoke, gesturing for you to move around. But you stayed in place and he had to reluctantly let go of Nancy to face you instead. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I’m sorry…” You step forward, frowning, “Uh… Jackson, is it?”
His jaw clicked but he forced a smile, “Jason.”
“Right, right.” You nod, watching as Nancy slowly backed away and gestured to the others that they needed to leave. You needed to buy a little time for her to get everyone out before they were caught. “So, Jason, what can I do for you?”
“I’ve been looking for Eddie Munson.” He states, leaning against the gun counter, “And I know for a fact that you two are pretty close.”
You cross your arms, waiting for Nancy’s signal that you could leave. “Hm, yeah, about that. Eddie and I broke up, like, two years ago now? I have no idea where he is. Hell, he’s probably far away from Hawkins by now.”
“See? I don’t believe that.” Jason leant forward, trying to stare you down into confession. But he doesn’t know you’ve already looked the devil in the eyes before. If anything, he was just an annoying yappy dog on your list of enemies.
“Well, then I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.” You shrug and Nancy nods at you. It was time to go. “Anyway, I hope you… well, get therapy, I guess. It’s been a nice chat.”
You turn to go and stop in your tracks. Two more guys dressed in Hawkins jackets block your way out and Jason lets out a low chuckle.
“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.”
“Look, I seriously have no idea where Eddie is.” You insist, looking him in the eye, “I am no use to you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Jason raises his head and you feel shadows creeping closer to you, “You’re… valuable, in a way. Eddie clearly cares about you. Hell, I remember a few kids messing around with the photos you took- you know, the ones hung up in the halls- and he went berserk. I think if anyone’s gonna convince him out of hiding, it’s you.”
“Let me guess,” You try to keep a bored expression, your heart beating faster, “You’re gonna kidnap poor, vulnerable and defenceless me, threaten my life on TV which will make Eddie want to be my hero and save my life, blah, blah, blah.”
“Yeah, you got it.” He laughs.
“Hm, funny thing about that plan.” You nod slowly, noticing Nancy waiting across the room, eyebrows furrowed.
“And what’s that?” Jason smirks, and you feel the two guys behind you are closer enough to touch.
“I’m not vulnerable and defenceless.”
In a flash, you strike your elbows back, hitting his friends squarely in the stomach and they stumble back. When Jason flies forward to grab you, you simply duck and grab his torso, letting his momentum crash him straight into his buddies.
Quickly moving away, you run across the store, throwing heavy items behind you when you hear footsteps approaching.
“Time to go, time to go, go, go, go!” You utter to Nancy, grabbing her hand as you run past and pulling her towards the exit with you.
Yells and shouts sounded from behind you as you both sprinted across the parking lot, hand in hand, and towards the RV where Max was patiently waiting outside. Once she clocked you both, her eyes drifted behind you to what you could only assume was Jason’s army chasing after you, and she threw the door open, stepping in and shouting out to the driver’s seat.
Nancy jumps in first, turning around and reaching out.
Just as Steve pulled away, she managed to grab hold of your hand again and pulled you in at the last second, both of you flying forward and landing on the floor beside Steve.
“So… went well?” Steve raises an eyebrow.
You silently raise your middle finger, earning a smirk as he drives out of the parking lot and away from the danger.
Chapter 17: Mad Fools ->
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nayeon gf headcanons
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tw: slight cursing (¿ and mentions of murder
the moment she met you she decided that you were hers
but didn't communicate it to you, she thought you would just take care of everything, you know?
cause she's im nayeon and all that
but you're no mind reader, you didn't even know the girl had something with you
so after half twice members called her idiotic, she realized it was on her that you'd find out she wanted you
nayeon thought she would be able to tell you right away, but ended up panicking
when she told you it was something like:
"listen, i kinda, you know… i mean, i like… i kinda want to kiss you cause you're lowkey hot, you know? so bear with it"
and then she runaway squealing
and then again half twice members called her idiotic
but hey! somehow that worked and you two ended up dating
oh you're loved
OH DEAR GOD YOU'RE LOVED
being nayeon's partner requires so much predisposition, cause this woman CAN'T and WON'T live without you
she takes every opportunity she gets to remember how special and important you're to her
she's always all over you, kissing, caressing and cuddling, it doesn't matter if the whole world is watching
when she's with you she forgets everyone else exists
she needs you to show her you're completely devoted to her too, either way she may get a little insecure or mad
but it's okay cause she's your queen and you love letting her know it
she steals your stuff... like, for real. she would find something that smells like you, that you use a lot, that looks cute, or it's even in the smallest way related to you, and she'll steal it and never tell you
since you two met you felt a connection, like you could open up about everything with each other without any judgement
nayeon has been there for you in some of your worst moments, she cares and listens to you and the things that gives you a hard time. then she protects you and reassures she'll always be there for you
i get the feeling she would appear at your place in the middle of the night
after you calm down from the shock of thinking you were about to be murdered she'd be like "i missed you so much, couldn't sleep without you"
uh, she the touchiest
her real name is "im physical-affection nayeon"
nayeon is the loudest human being and now you have no eardrums anymore
but she passed it to you, and now your mission in life is destroying everyone's eardrums
nayeon wouldn't do anything for anyone but she'd build you a castle on the sky if you asked her
you're her biggest weakness
kookeu is your bff honestly, sometimes you trade nayeon for the little friend and you go have adventures together
you two don't fight, when there's conflict is mostly nayeon sulking, pouting and whining about something
likes matching outfits and buying you expensive clothes
also going out to fancy places, this could be a party, a restaurant, anywhere
you two would out of nowhere start redecorating your place or twice dorm, you have so much fun on making the space you are at the moment look pretty
she writes the corniest songs about you and then you listen to them and cry and then she cries because you're crying and jeongyeon judges you guys when she passes to the kitchen
moving the furniture so you have space for a dance battle
and then dancing two songs and laying down without fixing the furniture cause you're the laziest people out there
87% of pop views are yours, for real, and you know the choreography like you know your name
baby voice talking to each other cringing out everyone
calls you "darling"
is secretly planning your wedding
—ica.
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heart has his heart | end.
Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?
Pairing: Ben x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: none
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“Somehow this seems like your coronation and not mine. Stop hogging all the limelight, punk.”
You laughed at Ben. You were riding alongside him in the carriage on its way to the Grand Cathedral for Ben’s official crowning as king. You weren’t shy to smile or wave at the random citizen that cheered for you. You had on your mother’s best crown from Wonderland.
“Be a better royal, loser.”
“… you look stunning, though. Honestly.”
“Thanks, Ben. You look good too. Blue’s really your color.”
Ben smiled and grabbed your hand. The look in his eyes made you want to melt but it was all fake. You pulled out a little box from a pocket in your outfit.
“I have this for you…for after the coronation.”
“Hmm? Oh this looks good… don’t think I can wait.”
You tried to reach out to stop him but Ben already took a bite of the pastry Mal made. You froze and watched Ben carefully.
“Do you, uh, feel any different?”
“I don’t know. Not really, let’s wait a few minutes for the anti-love potion to take effect.”
“Phew.” You sat back in your seat before springing back up. “You knew?!”
You smacked Ben’s arm as he laughed up a storm. “Since when?”
“The Enchanted Lake’s water washes away most spells… also chocolate chip cookies aren’t really your thing. I’ve never seen you make anything other than tarts.”
“You okay? Why didn’t say anything?”
Ben reached for your hand again.
“I felt some kind of way when the spell initially wore off but after your confession I realized this wasn’t you was it? You just kind of went with what the other VKs thought would work. I guess it’s just different on the Isle and you didn’t think it would work between us naturally, right?”
“I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have gone this far.”
“It’s behind us, now.”
The carriage stopped at the bottom of the steps to the Grand Cathedral. Ben nodded his head toward the entrance, signalling for you two to get out. Everyone in the cathedral watched as Fairy Godmother took the crown off of Beast’s head and placed it on Ben’s. She then unveiled the wand in its glass case. The other VKs looked at you. Now was when you were supposed to grab it. It was now or never. But you didn’t even have a chance to debate the rights or wrongs when Jane grabbed the wand.
“If you won’t make me pretty, I’ll just do it myself.” The wand’s power was clearly overwhelming her as it sparked and vibrated wildly..
“Way to go M, I knew we pushed her too far,” you muttered.
“Child, what are you doing?!” Fairy Godmother panicked.
“Shit, shit…okay, (Y/N), let’s do this,” you hyped yourself up and stepped up to Jane.
You ducked as the wand’s power pulled Jane to a hard left. You reached out and grabbed the wand. Wonderland had magic but you were by no means magical yourself. The wand was way too strong for you. It knocked you off your feet and a blast shot out from the wand landing who knew where. You stood back up clutching the wand, shaking, and kept it pointed to the floor to avoid any problems.
The other VKs ran to where you were, they looked at you to decide the next move.
“Let’s go,” Jay said.
“Heart?”
You looked at Ben. He had his hand stretched out for the wand. Behind him Belle, Beast, and Fairy Godmother were also reaching out.  
“I can see the gears grinding in your head punk, you don’t have to do whatever it is you think you have to do.”
“Our parents, especially my mom, is going to kill us if we don’t,” Mal said.
Tears formed at your eyes. “She’s not wrong.”
“What about Wonderland?” Ben stepped closer to you. “Your parents? You said they were different. You told me you guys weren’t really villains. And when did your mom ever let someone else dictate what she did in life?”
“It’s not about me and my family, Ben. I don’t think I have a choice.”
“Come on, (Y/N). I know you. I’ve seen the real you.”
You looked up at him and at the VKs next to you. “Is the real me even enough against a Jafar or a Maleficent? Our parents…”
“Can’t reach you here, we’re sure of that.” Ben cut you off. “You remember what you said to me at the lake?”
“Ha. Can we not bring that up.”
“No we have to. Because I didn’t get to tell you how I really feel. How unenchanted, plain Ben feels. Because this isn’t you either and I want my punk back. I want the girl I think I’m falling in love with back. The one who doesn’t put up with anything she doesn’t believe in. And I don’t think you believe in this.”
“Because I don’t,” you muttered. “We aren’t doing this, you guys.”
You looked at the other VKs.
“We don’t have to be villains. I never was one and I don’t intend to be now. Auradon makes me happy. And I know it’s made you happy too! I mean, Jay, stealing doesn’t make you happy. Tourney does. Carlos, hanging out with Dude makes you happy. Evie, designing makes you happy. Mal, magic makes you happy. And Ben makes me really happy. I’m choosing good, guys.”
“So am I,” they echoed back.
Ben hugged you and you gave out what was both a chuckle and a choked out sob. Your happy moment didn’t last very long because a crack of lightning separated you and Ben and Maleficent appeared.
“NO!” You and Mal yelled at the same time.
Guards tried to rush Maleficent but she blasted them and knocked them out cold. Beast roared and ran at her but he faced the same as the guards. No one else dared to try and grab her.
“Good job girls, now give me the wand.” Maleficent stuck her hand out for the wand.
You gripped it tighter. “No.”
“No? Come one, the wand! I will spell you if I must (Y/N).”
“I said no.”
Maleficent pointed her scepter at you. Mal ran to your side, she grabbed your hand holding the wand and pointed it towards her mother. Mal muttered some spell you didn’t know at the same time her mother’s scepter blasted out a green beam your way.
“Thanks, M.”
“No problem. I could see the crazy coming from a mile away.”
Maleficent huffed. “You brought this on yourself girls.”
You watched as smoke gathered around her and she turned into a dragon. Everyone cowered, including you and Mal.
“I forgot she could do that,” Carlos whisper yelled.
“Yeah… it’s a lot scarier up close,” Jay responded.
“No, I’m not doing this with you today Maleficent. You are to leave Auradon. You’re not getting this wand!”
You ducked as she breathed fire towards you.
How does she do it? You thought to yourself. This battle wasn’t one that you could win with Maleficent. You needed the Jabberwocky, but you had no clue how your Aunt called it to her side.
“Jabberwocky? Jabberwocky, I need you. Like now,” you whispered.
For a split second, you saw the Enchanted Lake. You were seeing through the Jabberwocky’s eyes and as soon as it took flight, you saw the Cathedral’s inside again. That must have been how it worked.
Moments later, you heard the roar of the Jabberwocky as it crashed through the Cathedral ceiling. The entrance could’ve been neater but you’d pay for the ceiling repairs later. You watched as the Jabberwocky and Maleficent fought. The Jabberwocky knocked Maleficent’s scepter out of her dragon claws. Maleficent retaliated by scratching at the Jabberwocky’s wings.
Mal grabbed the scepter and blasted her own mother. You watched as Maleficent shrunk from this huge dragon into a very small lizard.
“Oh my, what did I just do?” Mal looked at her mother and then at the scepter in her hand before quickly dropping the staff.
“Oh nothing terrible dear. You just shrunk her to the size of the love in her heart. That’s why she’s so… tiny.” Fairy Godmother approached.
The Jabberwocky fluttered down next to you. You could see his wing was torn. You pet its head gently.
“Oh baby, you did so well. I’m so sorry. Do you think he’s going to be okay?” You asked Fairy Godmother.
“May I?”
She pointed to her wand still in her hand. You gave it back to her and she fixed the tattered wing.
“Are you okay?” Ben came up to you and gave you a tight hug.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Sorry, this whole thing got out of hand.”
“That’s my fault, I shouldn’t have grabbed the wand,” Jane spoke up.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Jane. Mal and I did kind of plant those ideas in your head. You’re rocking exactly how you are, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
The Jabberwocky roared once more and then flew off through the hole in the ceiling, probably back to the Enchanted Lake.
“I’ll pay for that,” you said looking up at the ceiling.
Ben chuckled, looking up with you.
“Mmm hmm, yeah. Sure you will punk.”
Ben leaned in closer and this time you didn’t pull away. He kissed you, completely unspelled on his own free will. You kissed back, gentle and sweet. It was like it was just the two of you there.
“Was that your way of admitting I’m the hotter stepsister?”
“You just had to ruin the moment didn’t you? Yeah, I concede. You’re definitely the hottest.”
“Did you hear that, guys?” You addressed the VKs who were off to the side smiling. “He said it. I’m the hot one!”
Ben laughed before turning your head back to face him and kissed you again.
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The Anomaly of Jonathan Samuel Kent
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Summary: Damian Wayne was, above all else, adaptable. If there was something he didn't understand, he'd learn it, or he'd work around it. This included all aspects of his life, and while some have proved more difficult than others, there was never a challenge that he couldn't overcome. He simply hadn't been trained to allow it.
Until, that is, he had the great misfortune of befriending the biggest wrench there'd ever been in this meticulous, perfected planning of his.
It all fell apart here, in the blink of an eye, because of one Jonathan Samuel Kent. And it was driving Damian mad.
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Damian is not too proud to admit that he doesn’t understand people.
Logistically speaking, that statement is untrue. He knows people. He knows what options they’re most likely to pick in a panicked situations, where their major arteries are, a handful of their languages and the intricacies each requires, that many will sacrifice their safety for another (which was a horribly inconvenient trait, and one his family excelled at), and that there were a million different ways for them to lie. Oftentimes, the only way to catch a lie was to know the one way they tell the truth.
Those are facts, though. Knowledge on expected reactions are realities that anyone could learn. Not as skillfully as him, of course, but they could still always know the basics.
What Damian meant was that he simply didn’t…understand how they worked as people. Individuals.
He knew that an angry mob was more like a flock of sheep than anything else. Knew that they would follow whatever the majority was willing to do, and more often than not, it would trap itself in an echo chamber of violence, quickly spiraling into a brutal turmoil.
Contrary, he did not know what to expect from an angry Jason Todd. Because on the surface, he’d agree that an angry Todd was most likely to break everything in sight, or murder someone. Which he still sometimes did.
The problem was that, as he had learned, there were different kinds of anger.
There’s a Todd that’s angry at the Bats for stealing the last oreo he was saving and deciding to headlock whoever was responsible. There’s a Todd that’s angry he was woken up at a perfectly reasonable hour to deal with a serious problem. There’s a Todd that’s angry at the whole family and getting into screaming matches before departing with something smashed or stolen. There’s a Todd that’s angry at a villain for assaulting one of said family members and tearing Gotham apart to find that villain in a bloody manhunt.
This was true for everyone. As Damian has learned, there are different ways to feel a certain emotion. And, try as he might, he can’t trust that every time will be the same as the last.
As individuals, he’s learned that Drake will get horrifically testy when being bothered at times that no one else seems to understand, but completely fine during others. He’s learned that some days, Cassandra will add a fair number of words to a conversation, and some days, she’ll barely care enough to sign. He’s learned that Richard loves trapezing from roof to roof, high over the ground, but some days he’ll twitch and fret when someone else tries to follow.
But, Damian is adaptable. So, as he learned that things are not always the same, he’s learned how to recognize and adapt when they’ve changed.
When Drake doesn’t wish to be bothered, the lights of his room are often completely off, not even a single flashlight, just his computer screen. He walks stiffer, stares off into space more often. It’s a change that is usually gradual, but will sometimes happen in the blink of an eye, despite being perfectly fine a moment ago, and Damian’s learned to leave him alone and draw attention elsewhere when it happens.
Communication is far more of an effort on Cassandra’s part than it is for most people. She was hardly ever taught it, so she finds it mostly unnecessary. Some days are more tiring than others, and even moving her hands will be strenuous. These days, she prefers when no words are spoken to her at all. Though, she very much enjoys the company, even if one is sat on the other side of the room.
Richard has a complicated relationship with heights. He loves his tricks more than anything, he would never trade them, but sometimes he’ll see one of the others dangling high above the ground, and, on a truly bad day, will see something that had already happened, had already become an old tragedy. It’s best to stick to lower-level work for those nights and just let Richard take the high road.
These are things he still doesn’t quite understand, not on a personal level, but he knows how to work with them. What Damian doesn’t understand, he twists around so it works in his favor again, until it looks like he knows what he’s doing. At the very least, until he understands how to readjust with it.
A difficult thing he’s had to live with is that, sometimes, he won’t understand. Ever. Sometimes he won’t ever fully grasp what’s right in front of him, and it will be the most frustrating thing in the world, and he’ll lose sleep and simple brainpower trying to comprehend what everyone else seems just to get. Most times, he’s convinced it was all a ploy to make him look like a moron, and he hated it even more, because that meant it worked.
Damian is not used to emotions being different. If he’s annoyed at his hair being ruffled, he stays annoyed, even if it doesn’t make his lip curl like it used to. If he takes satisfaction out of breaking the face of a goon while they were down, then he stays satisfied, even if he’d rather just tie them up and go home. If he hates Drake for being a risk towards his title as Robin, then he will hate him in every word he spits, even if there’s no more bite to his tone.
It’s simple. It’s straightforward, it removes complications, it makes sense. More sense than anyone in the entirety of Gotham. It’s a rule he can stick to.
Perhaps, just maybe, this is why he is surrounded by people who make no sense at any and all times. Maybe he’s subconsciously giving himself a challenge. It wouldn’t matter if he was, he could handle something as pointless as this. If anything, it’s prepared him for any undercover missions he may have in the future. The ability to work with this unknown complication of people was a skill he had vastly under-appreciated until now.
This, he could live with. Grudgingly, but he’d live. He could carry on and pretend he understands everything he needs to, and he’d make it. He was Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, raised as an assassin, as a vigilante, as an Heir, as someone born to be the biggest threat in the room, if not the country. He didn’t need to stress over such matters, because for the most part, he had it handled.
The problem is that simple little word: most.
The problem is that, no matter how hard he tries, how much he works, how many times he looks at those ridiculous videos online that claim they have all the answers to his questions, it never makes sense. He’s begun to worry it might not ever, and it’s still as infuriating as it is every other time.
The Anomaly, as he has deemed it, is many things. It’s a complicated mess of this issue multiplied by an extravagant degree, all shoved right in his face and unable to let him rest at ease for any hour of the day. It shatters every little circle and box he’s painstakingly made to create a world that makes sense, and if he had any shred of a would-be-assassin in him, he would’ve cut his losses and gotten rid of it by now.
The Anomaly is summed up in three words, which really was a pain, because three words felt like it didn’t properly encapsulate how much of an issue it was. What kind of major blockage could be summed up in three words?
But they were the only words he had, so he had to stick with them. Until further notice, they were all he had.
The Anomaly, to put it simply, was this; Jonathan Samuel Kent.
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 “You really are like a grandpa with these things, aren’t you?”
“It’s an online tracking device poorly disguised as entertainment.” Damian scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I hardly think this is of great importance. Why would I bother myself with such intricacies?”
“You can just say you’re terrible at tech.” Jon snickered, glancing down at Damian’s phone with a raised brow. “Which, yeah, you are.”
“You are just picky.”
“Your display name is Damian Wayne,” Jon said, still looking at the screen, “your handle is ‘real Damian Wayne’, your description is just ‘Damian Wayne’ again, and you don’t even follow your family.” Jon listed off, raising his head again to give Damian a very amused, if unimpressed expression. It was obscenely well-fitted to him.
“Why, in the name of every deity there is, would I want to do that?” Damian scrunched up his face.
“This might be a lost cause.” Jon hummed, flopping on his back down onto his bed and lifting Damian’s phone up, finger scrolling. “I may have to give up on you.”
“You’re needlessly dramatic.” Damaian scoffed, loosely crossing his arms. “You cannot care this much about it.”
“Oh, no, I don’t.” Jon said easily, looking over with a casual smile. Which was almost every smile, because he could just do that, apparently. “But Kon was saying—”
“And you decided to go along with whatever that moron was spitting?” Damian scoffed. “Good grief, did Brainiac hit your head harder than we thought?”
“That was three months ago.” Jon groaned, leaning his head back and returning to scrolling through Damian’s feed. “And Kon wasn’t coercing me, or anything, just mentioning you were, like, an internet dead-space.”
“What a big word for you.” Damian drawled. “Did you look that one up?”
“In my English class.” Jon agreed proudly, because of course he did, he was always genuine about that, tapping and flicking the screen. “For the paper we’re writing on Gatsby, remember?”
“I never would have guessed.” Damian muttered, who had not, in fact, forgotten. “What are you doing?”
“Hm?” Jon blinked at him, pausing in his tapping.
“You’ve been looking too long.” Damian narrowed his eyes. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.” Jon said, eyes darting from the phone screen, then back to Damian.
“I know you’re not staring at a black screen. I can see the light.”
Jon waited. Damian held out his hand, silently asking for the return of his phone. Jon eyed his hand, then Damian’s face.
Slowly, Jon moved to hit the home button.
“What are you looking at?”
Damian made a lunge, one that Jon squawked and tried to roll away from, tucking the phone closer to his chest. Kryptonian or not, it was a horrible move, and Damian honestly would’ve thought Jon knew this by now.
Damian rolled right with him, ending up on his other side, where he was facing, and jamming his hand between his arms to grab at his phone, fingers grasping the edge.
“You’ve no right,” Damian growled as he shoved at his chest, Jon protesting and trying to pull back, “to misuse this!”
“I wasn’t misusing!” Jon insisted, either forgetting he was gifted with ridiculously inhuman strength, or knowing it was a lost cause, and released Damian’s phone with a flash in his eyes that he caught too late.
It turned out to be a tactical move. Because Damian had still been pulling when he did so, and the momentum wound up in him rolling straight back and off the side of the bed.
The fall didn’t hurt, not even a little, but landing in the small sliver of space between the wall and Jon’s bed startled Damian into jerking about, which nearly made his head collide with any of the solid objects around him as his back hit the floor.
Jon broke out into laughter before Damian had even fully landed. 
Damian settled in the crevice for a moment, glaring daggers at the ceiling, already ticked off that he could tell, without even looking, that this was the kind of laugh he used when he was awfully smug, because he had a plan, and it turned out right.
Like he said. People were different in every emotion. He’d been trying to catalog them.
“You,” Damian growled after he’d processed his life choices, untangling himself and springing up from the floor, hand gripping the bed sheets as he glowered a hundred daggers, “should be fearing a visit of Kryptonite laced in your breakfast tomorrow.”
“Sorry, sorry!” Jon wheezed as his laughter subsided, one hand partially over his face as he waved the other. “It—spur of the moment! I just had the—c’mon, I had to—”
“You had to do nothing!” Damian hissed, Jon only grinning wider, and it was annoying, that's what it damn was, which is why he looked away, and why he remembered he still had his phone in his other hand.
He frowned and looked over the screen, realizing it was on the camera app. He squinted, confused, and switched over to his photos.
And was greeted by a photo of Jon’s face. It was bright and upturned in a half-smile, right in center-frame, like he was taking a selfie that was meant to be in some magazine, or a poster raving about Metropolis's favorite golden boy, hyping him up to a ridiculous degree.
And most certainly not taken by an iphone that had a slightly cracked screen. Jon wasn’t even a photographer. Realistically, it shouldn’t look that go—
“I saw you saved pictures of us.”
Damian jerked his head up, blinking, realizing only then how close he’d brought his face to the screen, both hands clutching his phone. He was quick to lower it much further down, for some reason he didn’t feel like explaining.
“Excuse me?” Damian repeated, and he meant for it to be accusatory, but the hint of real confusion must have shown, or Jon was smarter than he let on (he always was, stupid thought), because Jon just grinned.
“In one of the folders.” Jon said simply, crossing his legs and putting his hands in his lap. “You have pictures of ussss.” He sang, leaning forward a bit with a shit-eating expression. “I knew you saved those selfies I sent you.”
“And why are you snooping on my phone?” Damian snipped, very hastily shutting it off and reminding himself to change the password again. Even if Jon would somehow figure it out within a few weeks, because he always did.
“Well, I was trying to find something better for a profile picture.” Jon defended, though he had the sense to look sheepish. “And then I saw your recent photos were some really blurry messes, so I tried to see if you had anything better, and I saw you had our pictures and I was like, ‘hey, if he’s saving these pictures, I’ll give him a surprise when he looks again!’”
And here is where those emotional things come up again. Because Jon was rambling, and, as Damian knows, rambling is often associated with fear. People frantically talking to save their hide, or to bide time before their demise. Thomas often rambled due to the latter, Brown the former, albeit that was a tactic she used on purpose.
Jon sometimes rambled when frightened, but while he had been caught, he was not rambling due to that. More often than not, Jon talked quickly when he was excited, either about any matter he enjoyed, or something he had fun explaining.
This was one of those times. Where Jon’s eyes (much too bright, really, they were impossible to ignore, and it was astounding it wasn’t all anybody stared at) flickered to follow the movement of his own hands as he talked, as though he could see his thought process playing out in a physical show. 
His hands blurred somewhat as he spoke, just at the edges, a hint of powers beyond that of a human. He remembered how Jon had to be more aware of his hand movements when they were younger, trying to avoid someone looking a little too closely at his hands and noticing they were much too fast.
Damian honestly thought it was a lost cause, something easier to let slide. No civilian was smart enough to watch the hands, he would know, and it simply wasn’t Jon if he didn’t talk with his body.
Cassandra had a field day whenever he visited, unsurprisingly.
“I hardly think it would’ve been a surprise.” Damian said instead, carefully slipping his phone into his pants pocket. “And your original mission was woefully unsuccessful.”
“But I accomplished something!” Jon pointed out, as if he truly believed that was a worthy alternative. Damian knew very well that he did. “And anyway, the fact you don’t have the clearest pictures known to man is way more interesting than some selfie you took years ago.”
“Richard has started a game, of sorts.” Damian said, knowing very well what he was talking about as he cautiously sat on the edge of the bed again, turned sideways. “He’s called them ‘fail moments,’ or something similarly asinine.” He huffed, giving air quotations, if only because Jon always snickered when he tried. “He likes to compile pictures of the Clan making mistakes or looking ridiculous on patrol to laugh at later. I suspect Barbara was the one who put the idea in his head.”
“How come Oracle’s the only other one you don’t use her last name for?” Jon raised a brow, and Damian almost snorted as his insistence to almost never use the first names of half his family. Said it felt odd, or something.
Jon had asked this question about Barbara before. Granted, it was reasonable that someone would forget such a thing.
Damian, however, wasn’t a moron, and he was hit with a very sudden remembrance of previous instances. 
“I’ve told you this.” Damian frowned, turning more fully. “I’ve told you this twice.”
“I know you have.” Jon said, betrayed by his smile suddenly becoming closed-mouth, teeth hidden. Know how they tell the truth, and you’ll catch the tell of a lie. “I just forgot what the specifics were.”
“Have you, now?” Damian drawled, eyes narrowing as he leaned closer. “I know very well you’re not the smartest of people, Jon, but you are not that forgetful.”
“A guy can’t forget a story or two?” Jon tried again, inching back a little. Now his eyes darted to the side in nervousness. He only glanced up if he was joking, and now he glanced down.
“You’ve asked me to repeat the names of the eastern red bats in the Batcave,” Damian began to list, raising a hand to count off his fingers.
“I just didn’t want to forget—”
“We had marathoned multiple animated films of The Three Musketeers only a few days before they were named, I know you couldn’t have forgotten the similarities.” Damian cut in. “You’ve asked why I pick different perches during night patrols, you’ve asked about the specific ways in which I sharpen any of my blades, you’ve asked which pencils are superior compared to the others, to which I have always said that it depends if its for writing notes or actually drawing, and then it depends if its for outlines or for details—”
He caught himself going off on a tangent, if only because he’d started doing that hand-wavy thing Jon did when he rambled (Richard said it was rubbing off on him, but Damian thought that was more improbable than the sun turning green), and because Jon was getting some sort of…of sappy expression, head tilted slightly to the side as though he could listen for—
“Regardless,” Damian snapped, forcing himself out of his ranting and bringing his hands back down, one on the bed, the other pointing towards the startled hero, “you are not this forgetful, and it’s not only a lie, but a habit. Is there some point you’re trying to prove here?” Damian growled, lip curling slightly.
He meant none of it, because Jon has proved, time and again, that he hasn’t the patience, maliciousness, nor tact, for such matters. To act like he forgets the smallest of things to feel a sense of importance, like the other means so little, that they will only remember what they deem worthy enough, good enough. His Mother had once spoken of an ally who used such a tactic for those ranking lower than them, but those never worked as well as they thought they did. That ally wasn’t a League member, anyway.
Jon never thought he was better than anyone. And, most certainly, if he thought he was, you would know from the start.
Even still, he asks.
“Prove?” Jon blinked, confused. “What would that even—? No, of course i’m not proving anything—”
“Then what’s the point?” Damian demanded. “Do not tell me you need the details, I know very well you don’t.”
“You an expert, now?” Jon mumbled as he looked away, clearly not hoping for an answer. Damian almost wanted to say that, frankly, he still knew far too little to be comfortable, because if he was an expert, he wouldn’t be asking questions. But that was revealing a hand much too early, a more reasonable time being just a little beyond absolutely never.
Jon didn’t say anything more for a moment, head turned to the side and down to the bed. He was shifting a little, back a tad hunched, and Damian wanted to tell him to fix his posture on instinct. 
There were foxes yipping somewhere else in Metropolis, and he tilted his head slightly towards the noise, if only because he knew whenever he and Jon heard such creatures there was a high chance they’d run out and take a look at them. 
Jon was usually the one to hush Damian and let him listen and hear the animals themselves, his super hearing proving it could be a blessing, and he’d always have a wide grin when he knew Damian was going to drag them both out to hunt the critter down.
Jon glanced towards the window of his room at the same time Damian did. He looked a little hopeful, eyes darting as though Damian would let the matter drop.
He didn’t. He kept his glower on Jon, and, frankly, he was starting to get more annoyed than he was in the beginning, because now he was being deprived of nighttime foxes.
Jon gave a shy smile, hunching his shoulders and looking down to fiddling with his sleeve.
“I don’t forget,” Jon admitted, twisting the fabric around, “I just like hearin’ you talk about things you like, is all.” He mumbled, ducking his head a little. “‘It’s kinda nice hearing your reasons that Nightwing and Oracle get their first names.” A pause. “And the other things.”
And here, you see, is truly where Jon is classified as The Anomaly. Everything before now was part of the reason, little snippets that added onto the biggest force. But this, right here, was one of, if not the, main reason that Jonathon Samuel Kent had this title.
Damian can deal with someone who likes a food one day, but not so much the next. He can deal with Brown, who can flip from sarcastic to genuinely annoyed on what could almost seem like a dime if you weren’t paying attention. He can deal with Thomas, who thinks everyone is crazy when he himself has done equally senseless things of his own free will. 
He knows that sometimes, a food doesn’t have the same texture one liked, or they simply grow tired of it. He knows that Brown is bothered by a lot more than she says, and she gets right pissed when a joke is taken too far at another's expense. He knows that Thomas came from a semi-normal background, and that when among equally insane people, it’s understandable that he’d think he was the only one with common sense.
He knows how it fits. Knows that some people don’t like routines, that sarcasm can be used to hide genuine dislike, that those who have not been exposed to something will not always react positively.
He doesn’t know how Jon fits. He doesn’t know what is gained. He knows that friendship is important because it brings allies. Knows it's important because, to many, it's some sort of emotional balance, not that he’d ever use it as such a thing. Knows that people are stupidly attached to their friends, and that was why it was imperative to differentiate which enemies were allies with one other.
He doesn’t know what's gained from…talking. Listening to him talk. In what world, or universe, is there something to be achieved from listening to him talk? What is possibly so entertaining about him speaking of the same thing over and over again? So emotionally freeing?
He decided to risk it.
“And you’re not bored out of your skull?” Damian huffed, pulling his head back a bit, beginning to look away before he steeled his gaze back. Jon would notice.
“Sometimes, yeah,” Jon shrugged, looking up with a tilted smile, “but you like talking about it, so I don’t mind. You don’t make it all that boring.” He nearly giggled, as though he said something funny, waving a dismissive hand like it was the easiest thing in the world.
And that answered…absolutely nothing.
Damian put up with boring conversations because they were important to the mission at hand, or he couldn’t afford to start a scene just yet. He put up with boring nights of patrol because there was always a chance something may happen, and he couldn’t risk it. He put up with boring video-taped lectures he was forced to watch for home-schooling, despite knowing most of the material already, because he knew his Father cared enough to want to make sure he didn’t forget.
Jon put up with Damian talking endlessly about things he found interesting…because he liked hearing him talk? Had he not just said it was boring? How could he like hearing him talk if he could get bored about hearing the same thing over and over? Did he think it was necessary to put up with it?
He almost asked. But Jon was giving him one of those amused, touched looks again, the kind he got when he thought it was kind of funny he didn’t understand something that was seen as commonplace, as so completely normal to the other.
If Jon thought it was normal, the chances that most everyone else did, too, were exceptionally high.
And Damian was nothing if not an expert at quieting down and deciding he understood enough. Something his infernal family hardly got sometimes.
So he shut his mouth slowly, nodded tightly, and promptly looked behind Jon’s head.
The game was lost from the start. He couldn’t look at Jon’s face and stay entirely focused on claiming he knew what he was doing. He took it back, he got why people could stop staring at Jon’s eyes. It was because if they didn’t, they’d never win anything.
He could see Jon’s face shift out of the corner of his eye. Changing to something he wasn’t going to look back and check. Instead, he continued turning his head as though he were doing a sweep of Jon’s room, finally landing on the clock by his bedside table.
“Your father is going to have his dreaded ‘disappointed talk’ tomorrow if we yap on much longer.” He said instead, noting it was five minutes past one in the morning.
Jon whirled his head around towards the clock. Damian barely resisted a snort when he saw how wide his eyes got in realization of the time.
“Oh shoot!” Jon hissed, scrambling upright and nearly tripping over his own feet as he got off the bed. “Oh we gotta hit the lights—you didn’t bring PJs, did you?” He looked over his shoulder.
“I did not bring sleepwear, no.” Damian drawled, the edge of his mouth twitching up in amusement. “You were the one who summoned me. You did not specify how long.”
“Bull.” Jon puffed, rolling his eyes and hastily sliding open drawers across the room. “You’re prepared for the world turning into a black hole. You were just lazy.”
“I’m insulted that you would insinuate I could be such a thing.” Damian said simply, almost genuine. He hadn’t been lazy, it was a choice. Perhaps he was in a rush and didn’t feel the need. 
“Wait here.” Jon said, uncaring of Damian’s retort, bundling the pajamas in his arms and pulling open his bedroom door, darting out so fast Damian caught him hovering slightly over the ground.
“I wasn’t leaving.” Damian said anyway, because there was a chance Jon was still listening. He could imagine Jon responding to the blank wall, expecting Damian to talk back, and he nearly snorted.
And then the near-smile fell.
Jon wasn’t just an oddity because Damian couldn’t understand him. No, that was an issue, clearly, and he’s been told one should have some understanding of their best friend, but that wasn’t all. 
Damian wasn’t sure where Jon fit in all the overlapping circles he’d created, and, likewise, wasn’t sure where his own overlaps were supposed to fit. He knew how to respond to Wilkes hitting the wall and collapsing in sobs, he knew how to respond to Maya’s horrible jokes and rough teasing. He didn’t quite understand them, but he knew how to react.
How the hell does someone react to a person like Jon?
That had been a question since he first realized Jon wasn’t as much like Superman as he thought. Oh, sure, they were still the poster boys, they were all good and pure and the special little scouts, they were still everything a textbook would call a true superhero.
But Clark wasn’t Jon. And, likewise, Jon wasn’t some blend of his mother and father. Nor of his grandparents. Not even of his half-brother (of which Damian is grateful). 
He was just…Jon. Which gave Damian insight to some things, but not everything. Because Damian always felt like he had the answer in his grasp, the circle he could place all his reactions and comments in whenever Jon said or did something strange…and it’d slip away.
No, he’d let it fall. That’s what he would do. He’d have it, and he’d look back at Jon, and he’d decide it wasn’t good enough. That whatever Jon was worthy of could never be this. These plans he’s made for people that were so different from him.
It was a problem for others, sometimes. How he knew the basics to respond to Richard’s teasing to minimize it happening again, to change the tides, but more often than not, he’d give right into the reaction Richard was hoping for without even thinking about it.
Slipped through his grasp. Given up before he could go through with it.
It was annoying when it was with his Clan. It was borderline appalling when it was with Jon.
He was sure he could pin down every reason that was. Why this change was different with his family than it was with Jon. He’d probably lie to his mind and say it was just that; his family wasn’t Jon. But he knew that wasn’t it, that couldn’t be it. No, it was something far different—to decide that how he, Damian Wayne, interacted with Jon had to be perfect. Up to standards.
He just desperately wished he could figure out what those standards were. Cassandra was right (never a surprise); the rules made up in minds truly are the most agonizing.
A body stumbled through the door.
Damian lifted his head, a bit too quick to be natural, to Jon stumbling in and muttering to himself, hastily shutting the door as though his father couldn’t hear their very heartbeats. Couldn’t look right up to where they were and lazar them in a blink.
“And honestly,” Jon was saying, apparently having some sort of conversation with himself as he opened a different drawer, ignoring the one he’d left open earlier and rummaging through it, “I don’t even have school tomorrow because of the holiday, so it still sucks.” He muttered, looking over to Damian like he’d agree. “You look like a statue. Did you even breathe?”
“It’s even more of a reason I fail to see why your father cares so much about this ‘curfew’ of yours.” Damian agreed, as silently asked of him, ignoring the other question. He moved to sit in a more dignified posture—one leg out, another bent, hands braced back.
“I mean, so long as I sleep a healthy amount, he doesn’t mind that much.” Jon said, going back to the drawer. “My mom is the one who keeps the curfew, which is dumb, she stays up later than anyone. I meant for you, really.” He said, scooping up a handful of clothes in his hands and standing. “Aren’t you busy tomorrow?”
He was. He had to get up at a very early hour for a stake-out at the docks regarding an illegal drug shipment they’d been planning around for weeks, and this may be their last chance until they could track them down again. He should’ve been spending his last few hours sleeping, or otherwise preparing.
But, then, Jon had texted him, at exactly three-thirty-two, that he forgot tomorrow was a holiday in celebration of something some villain defeat did ages ago. Which meant he was entirely free, save for the homework he was ignoring.
Damian had shown himself to Jon’s window at exactly four-fifteen upon request (well, partial. Jon had asked if he was doing anything, or if he wanted to call. Damian had texted back a yes, then told him to wait. Jon really shouldn’t have been that surprised to see him perched outside). 
It was tactical, really. Jon was also free this Sunday, but Saturday was booked for when he was accompanying his father to a quick meeting with the Green Lantern’s that the super thought he should witness as some sort of preparation. They couldn’t stay up late on a Sunday night.
And, perhaps, Damian simply wanted to come by. Even if he had to break a few technical-rules to accomplish it.
“Not very.” Damian waved it off, which was kind of true, it was the only thing he had to do.
“Ah, yeah, you’d never dare complicate the plans.” Jon said in a dramatic voice, enunciating the last word by haphazardly tossing the clothes towards Damian’s face.
To which Damian leaned down and ducked, expression unchanging, and the clothes promptly hit the wall behind him and slid down to the floor. He assumed his unimpressed aura was acknowledged by Jon slumping and blowing a raspberry.
“Sleep in your clothes, then.” Jon muttered, entirely abandoning his drawers and instead moving to mess with his clock.
“That’s sleepwear?” Damian raised an arm and twisted around to look back at the clothes on the floor. “Isn’t that yours?”
“I have so many old pairs from my grandparents, dude.” Jon said, casual as ever as he began tapping at the buttons on his clock. “And my aunt.” He added, almost an afterthought. 
“There will be consequences if it’s as ridiculously worn out as some of the attire I’ve seen you own.” Damian warned, turning fully and snatching up the clothes from the ground, holding them up.
“It was tempting.” Jon admitted, frowning as he somehow changed the clock to military time. “But I wasn’t hoping to get my fingers bitten off. And none of my good stuff is small enough for you.” He added with a particularly smug look Damian’s way.
“Consider yourself still in the dangerous zone.” Damian growled, glower seething as he tried to smooth out the clothes on the bed.
By all accounts, it really was quite plain. Black sweatpants with a hole in the knee that looked like it was chewed by Krypto and a faded blue shirt that was frayed in only a few seams.
The shirt actually appeared as though it may be a little big on him. But he refused to acknowledge it, instead tossing them over his arm as he slid off the bed.
Jon hit some random button on his clock, causing the radio to turn on. Which, of course, meant music blared all throughout the room without warning. 
Jon jumped, resulting in him remaining hovering off the ground, and Damian sprung out of instinct with curled lips and hands reaching for blades that weren’t there.
“Shut up, shut up!” Jon yelped, frantically hitting the buttons on the clock to turn it off.
Damian’s eyes darted to the door. He wondered how long Clark was willing to pretend he couldn’t tell they were both still awake. Or if Lois was willing to let it slide.
The infernal radio finally stopped, Jon sighing in relief, slumping in the air. Damian kept up his glare.
“What, in God’s name, are you trying to do here, exactly?” He demanded in a loud whisper, slowly uncurling from his position. “Bring the whole house down?”
“I was just trying to turn off my alarm!” Jon whisper-yelled back, throwing out his arms. “I don’t want to wake up at seven in the morning when I don’t have to!” 
“Learn to use basic technology, then!” Damian muttered, sliding towards the door, gripping the handle to pull it open.
“‘Learn to use basic technology’— you don’t even own basic technology!” Jon shot back somewhere behind him. “It’s all dialed up to eleven!”
“I’ve never been so incompetent as to need it.” Damian sniffed, slipping out.
He could hear Jon complaining again, so he just darted in through the open bathroom door and shut it before he had to respond. Again, he was sure he could, and Jon would hear anyway.
He just rolled his eyes, tossing the clothes onto the sink before changing. Honestly, he wouldn’t have cared to come all the way to a different room, one tends to lack modesty when changing on-the-job or on quick notice was the norm, but Jon had moved first, so he followed.
Which was a sentence he was certain his Mother would find downright embarrassing. It was bad enough he outwardly cringed, seeing it in the mirror as he glared at the sleepshirt in his hands. Good grief, Damian Wayne didn’t follow. Least of all a wannabe super.
He grumbled words not even Jon would make out, tugging the shirt on over his head. The pants were baggier than they were probably supposed to be, but it still appeared semi-natural.
He’d barely thought about the strings coming undone along the hem, the left sleeve, and the collar (all things he was prepared to complain about) before he glanced in the mirror to take in how plain he must look.
He stopped. Leaned closer to the mirror.
And slammed the bathroom door open. Before catching the door handle to stop it from hitting the wall, because if he made any noise, least of all slamming a door, he would kick himself out before anyone in the house could on principle alone.
Jon was definitely listening, though, because as soon as Damian stormed into the room, he was already hovering higher over his bed, sitting upright like he was expecting a scene.
Instead, Damian bared his teeth, scowling up at him with hatred that was only possible from a Wayne.
Jon stared back. Blinked.
And nearly made Damian’s entire effort to keep the door silent worthless, if him doubling over midair and nearly bursting into uproarious laughter was any indication.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Kent?” Damian snapped, remembering only at the last second to shut the bedroom door so they wouldn’t be entirely in the open.
“I didn’t—” Jon tried to gasp out, covering his mouth with one hand, arm wrapped around his chest. “Dude, I swear—oh my God, I totally forgot—”
“Jon!” Damian nearly barked, keeping it down, storming closer. “I am not wearing this, are you downright insane—”
“But—oh, come-come on!” Jon wheezed out, lazily flipping in the air so his head was level with his body, grin bright and blinding. “It-it looks so cute on you, Dami!”
Damian seethed. That was the word for it. He knew no other, he seethed.
The shirt was just a tad too big on him, as expected. It hung too much, and he wasn’t as wide as Jon was, not even close, which only made it worse. It was a little low on his chest, and no matter how many times he would mess with it, it would likely always look crooked.
And, right there on the chest, because Damian had apparently been looking at the back earlier, was a horribly stitched, shoddily made, red S symbol with halfway-completed yellow outer-stitches along the edge of it.
His only condolence was that no one but Jon was here to witness this. The son of Batman, here, in a shirt too big for him, with Superman’s insignia shittily stitched on the chest.
He wanted to kill everything that led to him being here.
“I’m getting another shirt.” Damian gritted out, turning on his heel.
“Aw, but it looks so good on you!” Jon protested, still giggling like a madman, suddenly appearing at Damian’s side and floating around in front of him on his side, blocking his path. “I’m not gonna wear that shirt anymore, you could totally have it.” He grinned, like a prick. He noticed Jon’s eyes doing a quick once-over again, lighting up in an almost fonder expression.
“I have an astonishing supply of kryptonite.” Damian warned, leaning closer, glare never letting up, ready to snarl. “Enough to render every Kryptonian on this infuriating planet dead before the days end.”
“Yeah, yeah, and you’ll make us all sorry, I know.” Jon easily waved it off, lax because it was Jonathan Samuel Kent, and he never learned to not bite hands holding pitchforks. He instead pushed a hand to Damian’s chest as he moved closer, making Damian lean away. “How about we go to sleep before my dad gets mad at us both and calls Batman, yeah? We’ll call the shirt a bonus.” He teased.
It was truly ridiculous. If they really wanted to keep Clark from noticing, they were out of luck. It reminded Damian of its pointlessness now, glancing at Jon's fingers loosely lingering over the insignia he was sure he’d tried to stitch with his own hands.
Damian had been trained in slowing down his heartbeat, enough that one would have to press quite intently on a pulse point to find it, but you couldn’t hide one from Superman.  
He’d mentioned this to Jon, once. In turn, Jon brought up the idea of synced heartbeats; a lie that could trick anyone who wasn’t listening too intently. Damian had decided it wasn’t an outrageous idea and took Jon’s wrist to feel for his pulse. Jon had struggled throughout it all, so Damian had given up and instead felt for his neck.
He remembered them crouched there, Damian staring off behind Jon’s head and focusing on the thrumming under his fingers, Jon unnaturally quiet and staring off, even further away from Damian’s face. Above all, he remembered Jon’s heartbeat being ridiculously fast.
“Calm down, already, would you?”
“I am!”
“Clearly, you’re not, I can feel—”
“Kryptonian’s just have weirdly fast hearts, alright? It’s an alien thing.”
Damian was fairly certain that had been a lie, and a rather blatant one. Kryptonian’s had, on average, faster heartbeats, but even a resting speed would’ve been easy for Damian to focus his efforts on. Jon’s was far too irregular, spiking and leveling every few seconds.
But Damian had called it a lost cause and went on with their day. He knew what fast heartbeats meant. Brought on by adrenaline, of which was often kicked in during times of excitement or fear. There was nothing particularly exciting about the event, but—
His best friend was not scared of him. Not constantly, at least. He could believe it was brief, even if that ‘comfort’ sent him to the training equipment in the Batcave to burn off steam. Perhaps it was a sign of how pathetic he’d gotten to wonder if that confidence Jon held was always truthful, if he’d misjudged what the sign of honesty looked like on him.
“Get out of my face.” Damian growled, to which Jon only rolled his eyes.
He stuck out his tongue, leaned closer to Damian’s face, of which Damian was about to bite his nose for, feeling something that had to have been indignation rising at his face being so close, before Jon gave up completely and removed himself from Damian’s personal space.
“Never a happy moment with you.” Jon tsked, floating over to his bed. “Just boss, boss, boss.”
Damian felt the lack of weight on his chest, raising a hand to where Jon’s had once been. Kryptonian’s ran warm, he knew, but he didn’t think they ran warm enough for him to take such notice of the absence. 
“It hasn’t negatively impacted us yet.” Damian muttered, tugging at the shirt and trying to readjust it. From what, he wasn’t sure, but it felt better than, well, not messing with it. 
“I beg to differ.” Jon said, dropping right out of the air, back-first on his bed.
“Then beg.” Damian sniffed.
“Make me.” Jon challenged the ceiling.
Damian thought about it. Squinted his eyes in thought and tilted his head, eyeing Jon splayed out across his bed.
He took a running start.
Jon’s head snapped up when he heard it. He yelped and scrambled back, hands flailing and shouting incoherently.
Damian pounced. Jon rolled to the side and was spared, if only because Damian knew if he actually landed on Jon they would make enough noise for Clark to tell Damian to go home, and half his body instead clipped Jon’s side.
“No, no, stay back you vampire—!”
Damian landed in a crouch on the bed, grin sharp-toothed and predatory. Jon scurried back up to the head of his bed, glaring a warning.
“You told me to make you.” Damian said casually, inching a hand forward in a prowl. “Beg.”
“You’re gonna have to kill me first, and my dad will kill you before that happens.” Jon puffed, defensively raising a leg, ready to kick. “Don’t. Do not. Dami, don’t.”
Damian did. 
He made a fake-out lunge to the left, Jon’s leg kicking out prematurely. He didn’t exactly have the best grip on a bed, but he managed to only get a graze by his shoulder before he sprung and landed his body on Jon’s.
Jon made a rather undignified noise, flailing as his bed creaked and he shoved his hands at any part of Damian he could reach. It was a mild annoyance for a few moments as Damian pushed his chest flat down on the bed and hovered over him, knees on his hips, but it got aggravating when those hands started hitting him in the face.
One of Jon’s fingers got too close to his mouth, and, really, it was embarrassingly easy for Damian to bite down on it.
“You dick—!”
Damian smothered Jon’s mouth with his hand. Jon tried to punch him in the face, instead getting his collarbone. It was only barely measured enough to not send him across the room.
“Quiet,” Damian hissed, leaning down to Jon’s face and warily eyeing towards the door, hand remaining over Jon’s mouth, “your mother has threatened to make us sleep in the shed if we continued our sparring in the house.”
“Oo ‘it me!” Jon muffled around his hand.
“Should’ve remembered to stay invulnerable.” Damian said impassively.
Jon’s hair was a tangled mess (It always was, and Jon insisted it was ‘windswept’ but Damian had met the speedsters, and Jon’s wasn’t windswept. He just never brushed it) around his head, halfway on the pillow. He’d been trying to grow it out recently, and it was currently in the phase where it looked awful. Black bangs that nearly obstructed his eyes no matter how many times he pushed it back or tried to hook it behind his ears, far too close to a mullet for Damian’s liking, and it might look tolerable if he took care of it.
It wasn’t exactly a halo around his head. His hair wasn’t long enough, and they’d struggled so much that it was mostly stuck to one side, making him look more like he was some deranged boy who’d never known basic civilization.
It wasn’t a good looking image in the slightest. And his thoroughly annoyed expression, smothered by Damian’s hand, shadowed by a head over his own, did nothing to improve it.
Still. Damian thought that if Jon needed to be summarized in one image (well, first of all, that wouldn’t be possible, Jon couldn’t be described in one image. Damian had no care for the ones that could be) this would be pretty close. 
It wasn’t all that bad of a view, really.
Until it was, predictably, ruined by Jon himself. In the form of something warm, slimy, and very wet dragging across Damian’s palm.
“Jon!” He barked, springing back and winding up sitting on Jon’s legs as he snatched his hand back, staring aghast at his slick palm and Jon, the bastard, smugly staring him down, tongue hanging partially out of his mouth.
“You said we gotta be quiet.” Jon said snootily, wiggling his shoulders a bit as he sat up.
“You cretin!” Damian accused, an actual growl coming to his throat as he proceeded to launch forward again and smother his licked palm into Jon’s face.
“Eugh, gross! Take your punishment already!” Jon protested, jerking back down and shoving at Damian’s chest, finally getting him off. 
“You were the one who started this whole thing!” Damian snapped back, pushing himself up onto his elbows in the same moment Jon dropped on top of him, wrestling with his arms.
Damian gave up trying to subdue the damages. He instead resorted to snapping at Jon’s arms when they got too close and, when he couldn’t get close enough, slammed his head against Jon’s.
Well, he tried to. What wound up happening was Jon noticed what he was doing, and instead of actually using his full super strength for once, he instead reared up at the last minute, and Damian’s head instead thunked against his chest.
“Stay down.” Jon grumbled, attempting to go ragdoll and nearly fold Damian in half.
“You licked me!” Damian hissed, kicking out his legs against the bed and shoving Jon upwards a tad.
“And you bit me!” Jon snipped back.
Then, he froze.
Damian almost decided to give it up completely and heave Jon off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. But, alas, he was not that stupid, so when Jon sensed something was wrong, he went still right with him.
Thump, thump.
It wasn’t loud. But it was audible enough. Footsteps on the stairs, heavy with the weight of something bigger than them. Just a tad forceful enough to clue into notable displeasure. Which was something everyone seemed to do, a horribly stupid idea, really, because the League was smart enough to know you should be extra quiet when you were annoyed. Gave your enemy less time to run.
But now, Damian was grateful for it.
His eyes shot up and met fearful ones staring back. Damian was not afraid, but, well, he’d rather not incur the wrath of a thoroughly annoyed Superman who, unlike Jon, did have to wake up at a reasonable time tomorrow.
There was a brief moment of stillness. Information passed between Damian and Jon’s eyes, which was best summed up as: evasive maneuvers.
To Damian, at least. To Jon, it was probably something like we’re so dead or equally useless to aid their situation.
Jon threw himself off of Damian, who shot off as soon as he was free.
Jon nearly fell right off in his haste to get to the bedside lamp, something he would be mocked for at another time. Damian snagged the covers in the same moment, yanking them back so they weren’t trapped under anyones legs.
“Down, down, down!” Jon whispered as soon as the lights were out, plunging them into darkness.
Damian attempted to start wiggling himself under the blankets only a moment before Jon nearly kicked him in the head. Damian growled something unintelligible at that, limbs from both of them going every which way in their mad dash.
In the end, Damian gave Jon one last shove before burying himself underneath the covers on the right side of the bed, twisting around so only his head was visible and he was facing closer to the window and door, eyes prematurely shut. He could hear the footsteps getting closer.
Jon struggled a little more, yanking on the blankets more as he settled somewhere to Damian’s back, neither touching the other. Damian had the thought of kicking Jon with his leg when he realized Clark may be hearing their racing hearts only a millisecond before the doorknob turned.
Damian sunk himself down further, somewhat burying his face in the blanket and forcibly relaxing his muscles, as much of an oxymoron that was. He felt Jon turn stiff from where his foot was halfway tangled with his leg. 
Through his closed eyelids, Damian saw light fade into the room as the door opened. He focused everything he had into his heartbeat, which was very difficult when he couldn’t take deep breaths or risk blowing his cover.
“Boys?”
It sounded annoyed, tired, and just a tad resigned. Which was a very common combination with Damian’s own father, but Batman had a distinctly more Silent Judgment approach than Superman did.
Damian, wisely, didn’t move an inch. Jon, however, gave a small shift, and then a groan.
Damian was about to rear his leg back and kick Jon right in the pelvis anyway for being a moron— until he heard shifting, and, he could only assume, Jon raising his head.
“Yeah?” Jon mumbled, and he truly wasn’t that good of an actor, but he had to hand it to him, he did sound like he was putting in an effort to have that sleepy, half-aware drawl of someone barely awake. “S’there a call?”
“There’s no call.” Clark assured, though his tone didn’t change. “Jon, what are you two doing?”
“Sleepin’?” Jon mumbled, more shuffling, and Damian felt a slight bounce in the mattress as Jon flopped back down. “It’s, like, one in the morning, Dad.”
“I know.” Clark sighed, the tiredness winning out. “It’s almost two, actually.”
“Already?” Jon muttered, shifting again.
“Jon, just because you don’t have school tomorrow—”
“You’re gonna wake up Dami, Dad.” Jon groaned, apparently waving an arm around, because his hand lightly lay on Damian’s shoulder for a moment and nearly made him jump. “I wanna sleep.”
Clark let out a long, suffering sigh. The hero himself apparently decided that this was a battle not worth trying to win.
“Goodnight, Jon.” Clark relented. “Damian.”
“G’night,” Jon hummed, settling back down, hand slipping off Damian’s shoulder.
With that, Clark muttered something only Jon could hear under his breath, and the door shut with a click.
Damian waited a moment. Two, three, another five…
“Your acting skills need work.” He said, eyes opening to stare at the dark wall across the room.
“Hey,” Jon huffed, rolling over until he gave a soft push to Damian’s back, “my dad didn’t yell at either of us, and we’re not in any trouble. My acting skills are the best.”
“Your father is smart enough to know it’s pointless to argue with you when you’ve dug in your heels.” Damian muttered, hunching a little. “Clearly, he’s smarter than I’ve given him credit.”
“Hardy har, pot meets kettle.” Jon snarked, giving another shove before Damian heard him roll again. “Now shh, or Dad’s gonna come back.”
Damian huffed, rolling his eyes and shifting to a slightly more comfortable position. He was still too wound up to consider sleeping, so he instead crossed his arms over the pillow and lay his head in them, turning it slightly to spare a look in Jon’s direction.
His back faced him, hair even more tangled. Damian let his eyes go half-lidded, watching Jon settle in to rest. He found it odd that Jon could complain about nocturnal patrols every time he had one, but when it came to staying up all night on a weekend, he was suddenly full of energy.
Drake was similar, but he always said he preferred staying up over at-home work than patrol-work. Something about work at home being more fun (and safer) than running around outside.
Maybe that was the reason. It was just more fun to be at home than to galavant across rooftops with a snippy Robin. An understandable thing, really—
“I can hear you thinking too hard.” Jon gruffed, Damian stiffening up in surprise. “Go to sleep, Dami. Maya says you shouldn’t trust your brain after nine.”
“Maya fought you because you wouldn’t sit still for nail polish.” Damian snorted.
“She wanted me to be stone!” Jon protested, rolling over so fast it gave no time for Damian to change to his position, instead staying very, very still as Jon glared. “I would’ve happily sat for that nail polish, but noooo, Rao forbid I tap my foot.”
“Then be better at staying still.” Damian rolled his eyes, pushing his face into his arms, covered up to his nose, voice muffled and eyes half-lidded. “I think perfectly fine after nine.”
Oddly, Jon didn’t reply to that. Instead, he stopped. 
Damian raised a brow, tilting his head a bit. He watched Jon’s eyes flick over him, expression oddly…open. Gawking? Maya probably would’ve called it cute, but Damian had no such words in his vocabulary.
He almost lifted a hand to his own eyes. He knew they had a slight illumination to them in the dark, some side-effect from living a decade around the Lazarus Pit. Nothing more than that, as far as he was aware (he was still too young to determine if his slightly above-average healing speed was unnatural or not), and entirely forgettable when next to Todd’s. A faint glow when squinting just right was one thing, two beacons shining out of someone's face in the black was a whole other.
Even still. He knew many found it…unnerving.
Except he stopped himself, for obvious reasons, but also because Jon had seen his eyes like this before. Numerous times. He commented on it every other night patrol they shared, teasing and calling him a cat.
“What?” He hissed instead, shoulders bunching.
Jon blinked, acting startled. Damian almost snarked “did you fall asleep with your eyes open?” before Jon abruptly cleared his throat, needlessly loud, and straightened.
“Just, uh, spaced out,” Jon mumbled, words quick and gaze darting from what Damian could see in the dark, “nothing, er—yeah. Night.”
And immediately rolled over, facing the opposite wall.
Damian stared. Blinked, slowly. Waited another second, in case Jon was pulling some joke.
“...right,” He eventually said, gingerly rolling over himself, back facing Jon’s, “goodnight.”
He was almost inclined to frown and wonder whatever the hell had gotten into Jon. But apparently Jon could ‘hear him thinking’, so that was a no. Just in case. He’d have to look into it.
He instead stared at the opposite wall, focused on the dark shadows, and on the moon gently shining through the window. If he listened just close enough, he could hear racoons chittering somewhere, echoing in the night. Which reminded him he’d entirely forgotten about the foxes that had been out there, and that was plain annoying, now he’d be thinking about whatever else he may have forgotten—
Damian glanced at the door. To the light no longer shining through the bottom of it, because every sensible person finally went to sleep.
He left his clothes in the bathroom.
He resisted a sigh, instead pushing the covers higher over his head. There’d be too much talking if he got up to grab them. Clark might notice. And, well, it was annoying, but he could just do it later. He could still feel Jon only inches away from his back.
That was another thing he didn’t understand about Jon, moreso in how it reflected on himself. Just how long it’d taken him to finally trust and allow his family to hover at his back, to shove and stand behind it without him whirling around in a hiss, defensive of a vulnerable position, and how it compared to the speed in which he allowed it from Jon.
It took two years before he didn’t even stiffen up when Richard was behind him. It took ten months before Jon was giving soft punches from behind in greeting, and Damian was giving a small flinch (even with his family, he’d never trained himself out of it) before punching him back. 
He shut that analysis down before it could kick off. Thinking too hard.
He listened, for only a moment. Jon’s breathing was slowed, resting. Not asleep, but getting there. A hesitation before the end. He heard him huff and shift a bit, waking, coming back from that edge.
Damian almost asked why he woke himself up like that, a deliberate stretch instead of slipping unconscious.
He just stared at the floor, silently exhaled, and buried his face in the blankets, eyes shutting.
He had to get up early tomorrow.
 .
 As expected, he didn’t so much as “wake up” as open his eyes a moment later, wondering why his brain was fogged and limbs heavy.
His first thought was that he wasn’t in the Batcave, or a medical ward, or the manor. That assessment had him tensing his arms and preparing for a kidnapped hostage situation before he took in the poster of some shooter video game on the wall.
He relaxed again. Jon’s room. He knows this place.
Sunrise was streaming through the window. He checked the clock: five thirty-two. He had exactly one hour and thirteen minutes before the stakeout officially kicked off, one hour and eight minutes to get into position with all of his gear on and weapons ready (because his family got anxious afterwards, or something), and roughly twenty-eight minutes until someone started to wonder where the hell he was. 
He was still at Jon’s.
Damian resisted a sigh, sitting up. 
Jon’s breathing was deep and steady behind him.
He was silent in his movements. Opening the door, grabbing his clothes from the bathroom, checking that his phone was alright, decided it would be more disgusting to change back into his old clothes and he’d just have to take the more secretive ways back home to avoid being seen in his horrendous fit, and noted that from the faint sounds downstairs, Lois was awake.
Unsurprising. She was almost always up the earliest. He was only grateful she didn’t have super hearing.
It took approximately seven minutes for him to gather everything necessary, which was poor form, he’d normally be able to do it less than half the time, but he didn’t wish to risk Lois hearing, or Jon waking up. He always complained when he was dragged out of bed before, or during, sunrise. It’s why he only ever really saw a sunset with Damian whenever they were on a later patrol.
Clothes in arms, he cast a quick glance back to Jon. Still sleeping soundly, and apparently turned over in the middle of the night, as his face was now visible, at ease. He’d curled himself into a ball, and Damian had once criticized him moving so much in his sleep, and how these positions would give him a horrible back when he was older.
And Jon would always insist half-Kryptonian’s didn’t get back problems, they were too powerful for that, and Damian would always mention the half dozen times Clark had complained or stretched his back during work, or even just in the house.
Jon, predictably, scoffed, and said that was just a thing dad’s were known for. That, Damian couldn’t protest.
Jon was still, now. Only a very faint rise and fall as he breathed, slowed and dulled. Quieter. Barely noticeable.
Damian wasn't quite sure when he was on one side of the room and when he was by the edge of the bed. But it happened, and he was setting the clothes on the bed, reaching forward with a hand to Jon.
Then, slowly, if only because he had once been thought about it, and stillness just wasn’t common for Jon, he brushed a hand over his cheek. By his hair, curls falling, knuckles coming to his neck.
He pressed the pads of his fingers by his throat, feeling the pulse point.
Expectedly, it was faster than a normal heart rate for an average, sleeping human. A couple beats speedier, a constant rhythm. A regular, waking beat would be a few ticks faster than this, just a tad quicker than someone normal.
Still, it was not as fast as the first time he’d felt his pulse. Not even close. It, too, had been another lie.
Damian lingered longer than was strictly necessary. But more data was never a bad thing, so he allowed himself a slow retreat, eyes watching Jon’s face for any sign of waking up as he let his hand fall, brushing more bangs away with a flick.
He was gone out the window before Jon could even risk waking up.
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adri-2022 · 2 years
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Whipped
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Fandom: Chicago PD
Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader, some of Chicago PD, Fire and Med characters
Warning: slight swearing/ fluff
Word count: 1901
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A/N: Hi everyone, I hope you guys all like it. Thanks for the support, enjoy it! This one is based on a request from @allisonargent144
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There you were in front of your mirror in your apartment looking at yourself and regretting every detail of your outfit. Why were you feeling this way? You were just going to the navy pier with your boyfriend. To say you were nervous was an understatement, and you would think that after 6 months of relationship you wouldn’t get nervous about going somewhere with him. But you see, now you had to add the fact that you were going to meet his friends. Jay was a detective in Chicago’s most important team, but that didn’t limit his friend group to just cops it also meant his friends from CFD and Chicago Med. But it would be worse to meet his family, right? Right? WRONG because, well the thing is you are 22 years old and Jay is 36 years old, neither of your really cared about the age difference, you were a lot more mature than most your age. And that mixed with your bubbly and happy personality were the reason Jay fell for you at first glance. In his words you were and quote “a breath of fresh air”, and that reassured you a lot in the past, but now- now a group of the most important people in Jay’s life were going to finally meet you and you were afraid of their reactions and opinions and you didn’t know what to expect. Moving to grab your lip gloss you notice Jay leaning on the door frame just looking at you,
“Do I look okay? I think I should change, yeah, I’ll change” you said panicking without giving him any time to answer making him shake his head and chuckle, you continue to move to your closet to find another outfit -the fourth Jay has seen-. When you were about to reach the closet doors you feel Jay reaching for you waist turning you around to face him giving you a shy smile.
“Babe, don’t. You look gorgeous” then proceeded to give you the famous Halstead smirk, while he wrapped his arms around your waist, while yours went around his neck. I mean you looked beautiful, you had a black and white knee long skirt with a small slit on the right side, with a white tank top, a leather black jacket and some white sneakers. And let’s just say that Jay really liked that outfit -and he really liked the other three as well-, and to him you could wear a paper bag for a dress, and he would still find you the most attractive girl in the world.
“Are you sure I look okay; I can just find something else” you said timidly considering that maybe it made you look even younger. “Nop, you look absolutely breath taking…. And you’re not going back in that closet, or we’ll never make it on time” you both chuckled, he then hugged you burying his nose in your hair -god he loved the way your hair smelled like coconut-. You took a deep breath before nodding to signal that you were ready to leave.
Arriving at the navy pier, there wasn’t a lot of people around and you were extremely grateful that you’re embarrassing moment wasn’t going to be witness by a lot of people. And as if your boyfriend was a psychic, he turned so that he could look at you and grabbed your hand,
“Don’t stress baby, they’re gonna love you, you’ll- you’ll see they will try to steal you from me, that- that is guaranteed” you both chuckled as to relieve the tension. You didn’t care about the age difference, but you had gone through a lot uncomfortable moments when you and Jay would go on dates, lots of lingering looks, but you ignored those- those people didn’t mean anything to either of you. But today this- this people meant something to Jay and that made them mean something to you too.
“You’ll be with me, right?” you gave him a shy smile. “Of course, I could never leave my precious girl on her owns” he said putting a string of your hair behind your ear, then he took the hand he was holding and raised it to his lips giving it a gentle kiss, before pulling you closer to him and kissing you deeply. Now you were walking towards were his friends said they were, you felt butterflies and your hands were shaking. As Jay felt your hand shaking, he pulled you closer instantly you wrap your other hand in his bicep, you did that a lot when going out together, that’s why Jay always initiates it he knew it made you feel safe. Just then you took notice of a group of people, laughing and teasing each other. This is it, its time. As you both approach, their attention shifted to you and some had surprised expressions, but you didn’t see nor feel an ounce of judgment from this people.
“Hey, guys, thanks for coming. Ahm, this is Y/N, my girlfriend” Jay said without breaking your eye contact. Just as he said those words you smiled and turn to greet them. Giving them a shy wave and a sweet smile, they returned it without trouble, this right here gave you some confidence that maybe they weren’t like other people. Just then two girls in the group took a step forward and shook your hands introducing themselves as Kim and Hailey.
“Hi, I’m Hailey, this is Kim, those are Adam, Kevin and these are Kelly and Stella, and the redhead right there is Will, Jay’s brother and Natalie his girlfriend” Jay gave Hailey a thankful smile for taking the initiative to introduce everyone then one by one they shook your hand and gave you friendly smiles. But when it was Will’s turn, he just gave you a massive hug. You two had met over a facetime call, when Jay was talking to him and you happen to be in the background, leaving Jay without a choice that to just introduce the both of you. You had instantly clicked with Will, taking every opportunity to tease him every chance you both got.
You didn’t know when but at some point, you were a couple of steps in front of the guys with Kim, Hailey, Stella and Natalie. You girls were talking and making dinner plans, all your worries gone. They made you feel welcomed and comfortable. Unnoticed to you the guys were having their own conversation which was based on their new friend group member -you-.  
“So how long have you two had this going on, huh?” Adam said wiggling his eyebrows which made the entire group of guys -Jay included- laugh. “6 months, 3 weeks and 2 days, as of today” Jay responded the accuracy of your relationship time made the guy’s eyebrows go up in a surprised manner. Without taking his eyes off your walking figure, smiling when he noticed you laughed at something Stella said to you.
“You’re whipped man” Kevin said shaking his head and smiling lightly. “Leave the poor man alone, he found someone who makes him happy and its obvious is a two-direction kind of thing” that was Kelly, while giving a pat at Jay’s back reassuringly.
“Yeah, your right….” Jay smiled again meeting your gaze as you glanced over your shoulder giving him a wink. God that made Jay’s stomach dance with butterflies. The way you had him wrapped around your fingers without even noticing. And that smile you gave him- that- oh that made him believe God is a woman. And the way your laugh sounded- man- Kevin was right he’s whipped and its all because of you. “You know she was nervous about meeting everyone, and having to listen to stupid comments about the age gap”
“Now that’s bullshit. She seems like a great girl. And look if the both of you are happy who are we to stop that?” Adam said in a more serious tone, making Will and Kevin nod. “Look at you getting all serious and shit, did Kim straighten you before coming here?” said Kelly making the others laugh.
“I have the pants in the relationship!” Adam responded. “Yeah, you wish you did” Kevin said in between laughs. As if noticing the guys were gossiping about you the girls stopped turning to give them a look,
“So... what are you guys talking about huh?” Stella said “Yeah do tell” Kim said while bumping her shoulder with your making you laugh again. Man, these girls were really godsend.
“Football” “Hockey” “Jay being whipped by Y/N” Kelly, Kevin and Adam answered at the same time. The latter receiving a smack around the head by Jay. You all laughed, and started walking in couples, now talking into their own conversations quietly -Kevin and Hailey- well they were the only single people in the group, so they dedicated themselves to try to make Adam trip -poor Adam-. Now that you and Jay were alone, he looked at you with such love that it almost made your heart explode. Then he got in front of you with his back to you and bending slightly -yeah you a lot shorter than Jay, don’t need to make a big deal about it- , tapping your hips twice, and you just giggled and claimed onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck and his going around your thighs to keep you in the piggyback ride, also making sure no one could see anything -cause you were in a skirt- and even though it wasn’t a short one, well were talking about Jay, he would still be overprotective when around other people. The others just smirked at this not really saying anything, just admiring their friend being in love. And not being afraid to show you how much he loves you. You guys look really cute, and that made Hailey take a picture just to encapsulate this beautiful moment between you and Jay.
“You okay honey” Jay asked in a soft voice, he always used that voice with you. You smiled kissing his cheek making Jay smile even bigger. “Never better, baby” you whispered in his ear, he just nodded turning his head slightly to the side to give you a kiss that made you feel his love, care, and selflessness.
“Are you really whipped by me?” Jay laughed out loud throwing his head back, this gained the attention of by passers who then got stern looks from the friend group that was now slightly back talking among themselves. -yeah, you now knew you had a group that would gladly throw hands to anyone who dared make a comment towards you-. “You know I am baby; you don’t have an idea how!” Jay answered still chuckling.
“Adam shut up…stop… if you don’t stop were going home” Kim said to Adam as if he was a little kid.
“And you said you wore the pants in the relationship, buddy!” Kelly muttered under his breath but not quietly enough because pretty much everyone heard him. “I really like them” you said while giggling, which made Jay laugh only to respond,
“Uhh, that giggle is evil” making everyone burst laughing. Today was a good day, it may had started with a lot of stress, but now- now you knew this people were family, and you were grateful that you had met every single one of them.
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songbirdstew · 5 months
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This is just a cat complaint blog
Glitch is a hunter. She eats everything she kills. Because we don't want her killing birds, we keep her inside now. Because she eats actual vermin, we give her a preventive worming pill. (She's called Glitch because she's full of bugs.) She used to be THE BEST GIRL at taking her pill. I wrapped it in a pill pocket and she would gulp it down and ask for more pill pockets. That worked the first three times. Now she refuses to have anything to do with the pill and nothing I try is working. Fuck yo pill pocket. Fuck yo fish paste. Fuck yo wet food. We do have a pill plunger, but I was hoping to avoid it, thinking it might make things harder in the long run, but at this point, I think it's our only option.
(And if you're wondering, Does she really need the pill if she's an indoor cat now? Reader, every time I think the same thing, she comes trotting down the hall, tail waving like a flag, with a fucking rodent screaming in terror in her mouth. I'm glad she disposes of them so that I don't have to [make Curtis do it], but it does have its own set of complications. And yes she gets flea meds, too.)
A few weeks ago she came down with a bout of cystitis. So we've had to spend a couple weeks giving her pain meds, switch to a different litter, switch to wet food. Thankfully she likes the fancy litter and she took to it immediately & stopped peeing on the couch. Both girls are picky about the wet food they get (bitch, you eat mummified shrews, the fuck you on about. Eat your goddamn pate.) She's doing much better now. But between the lack of infection and her ever-present bald patch, the vet said it's clear she's suffering ongoing anxiety. She recommended trying other things before resorting to Prozac, but also was realistic about it maybe being impossible to actually figure out what all the problems are and how to address all of them.
She's adjusted well to being indoors, as long as she can look out the front screen door. As soon as it got too cold to leave the front door open, she started panicking. We made space for her to look out the picture window, but she like. Has no self esteem. And she thinks she can't jump that high. Reader, she can. It took her a while to learn how to jump, and she seems scared of heights, but she recently figured out how to get up on the bathroom counter, and the shelf by the window is the exact same height. She got as close as putting her front paws on the middle shelf and crying once. Curtis brought in a speaker cabinet that's exactly half the height of the top shelf, so now she has a booster step. It took a few days, but I finally saw her hop on the booster and then onto the shelf to look out the window. ... It was night.
She's up there right now, but she's sitting the wrong way.
Turn around, ya dingus:
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We know a huge source of her stress is Charlie. We think Glitch would love to be friends with Charlie, but Charlie Hates Everyone, especially Glitch. We do have pheromone diffusers, and they do really help. Vet said in her personal experience, the collars do not help that much, especially if your cats already hate wearing a collar. We got them some Composure treats, and those also seem to help. Unfortunately, they made Charlie bold enough to come into the kitchen specifically to steal Glitch's food. 🫠 Which is not helpful when Glitch is snubbing her food bc there's tapeworm medicine in it. 🫠🫠🫠
During her cystitis, we let her outside supervised a few times. It seemed comforting for her to go potty outside in the dirt again, and to eat a bunch of grass. I have a couple starters of oat grass and catnip seeds going now, so they can both have fresh greens indoors. The wheat just sprouted. I might have to start over with the catnip.
If anyone else needs a suggestion on giving their anxious cat a busy toy, I scattered some of Glitch's favorite treats into the bottom half of an egg carton. The cups are just deep and narrow enough that she doesn't want to eat right out of it, so she has to figure out other ways to get the treats out. It's lightweight enough that she can bat it around and pick it up and fling it over and over. If the treats go flying, she gets to hunt them down. I can tell she thinks I'm EXTREMELY RUDE to do this to her, but it keeps her occupied for a good 20 minutes, and she gets treats.
TL;DR cats are terrible don't get one
Or. Only get one. Don't get two.
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Chapter 1: What is Happening?
My Name is Akari abd I was just seven when my parents died.
We were supposed to visit my grandparents overseas.
We had already gotten on an airplane when I had to use the restroom. My mom told me that I should've used the restroom in the airport, but let me go anyway.
After making my way to the bathroom, the unexpected happened. The floor gave way beneath my feet, and I plummeted into the luggage area where the airport staff was still busy loading the bags. Everyone around me seemed startled, but they quickly regained their composure. One of the staff members offered me a helping hand and escorted me to the airport while the others reported the incident via radio. Once we were inside the airport, I waited anxiously for my parents to arrive and take me home. Not even a minute later there was yelling and panicked screaming. The plane I was supposed to be on was on fire. I started screaming for my parents. 270 people died from the fire. My parent among them. My grandparents came to take care of me. We went back to live in my house which used to be full of happy memories; now full of sad ones. The house felt so empty without my parents.
My grandparents played a vital role in my upbringing. They showered me with love, care, and affection, and I returned their feelings tenfold. They were always there for me, providing guidance, support, and encouragement whenever I needed it. They taught me the values of honesty, hard work, and compassion, and I'm forever grateful for their influence in my life. I couldn't have asked for more loving and dedicated grandparents, and I'll always cherish the memories we shared.
I only noticed something different about me when I was eleven and on my way home from school.
As I was on my way back home, I caught sight of a man with his eyes tightly shut, shuffling towards a food stand. He picked up an apple from the stand and quickly turned away unnoticed. I knew stealing was wrong, so I decided to remind the man to pay for what he had taken. I gently tapped him, but to my surprise, he immediately tensed up and froze in his tracks.
"I think you forgot to pay for your apple mister," I said, not wanting to seem rude. The man's eyes bolted open as he just stared at me. I stared back because I didn't know what else I was supposed to do. He then quickly closed his eyes again and ran off after a few more moments of awkward staring. I then ran to an adult nearby and pointed at the man before saying "He stole an apple."
They looked in the direction I was pointing, then turned back to me and asked, 'Sweetie, there's nobody there. Are you okay?' I was the shocked one now. Why couldn't they see the man? He was almost out of sight by now, and I started to freak out. I ran back home, confused and trying to figure out how they couldn't see him. Maybe I was just seeing things.
When I got home I told my grandma the story of the apparently invisible man. She seemed shocked for a moment before she told me something that changed my whole life.
My grandma began to tell me an intriguing story about a person who possessed the extraordinary ability to locate any object they could imagine. As her tale unfolded, she revealed that this individual was known as a "negator," someone who had the power to defy the rules of our world. The man I had previously seen was also a negator, who had the unique ability to render himself invisible. However, as my grandma's story progressed, I was surprised to discover that the person she was talking about was herself. She then instructed me to hide, and despite my confusion, I retreated to the pantry and waited. After just a minute, my grandma called out to me, urging me to come out of hiding. When I emerged from the pantry, she revealed to me that I too had a negator ability.
I am the negator Unaffected and no negator's power will work on me.
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airisyuka · 1 year
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Hello~ it was my first time post in Tumblr, I hope you enjoy the fanfiction~
I haven't proofread it yet, sorry for bad grammar
Genshin Impact
Married! Al-Haytham x Reader
You already married to Al Haytham for quite long time but no one knows because his secretive personality to added that you never seen with him because you just returned from Mondstadt after long time working abroad
Laugh can be heard on Lambad's Tavern. A woman whom holding a glass of whiskey and mans whom sit around her and seduce her playfully.
From afar can be seen a man with white lock stare at the woman deeply like he created hole on her face. Irked gaze pierced from his eyes. There's a lot of unspeakable word from his gaze and no one know why. While the one whom gazed at still laugh  innocently with a man between her seat like harlot that play with her toys.
He knows one of the man which sat on her lap, his roommate, Kaveh. The white lock man almost sent fly his glass of beer when he saw Kaveh kiss the woman cheek with very playful act. A woman and man whom surround her acted like a whore made him become more irritate. The General Mahamatra whom usually not give a fuck about what this white lock man doing began to refrain his brutal action by pin him back by his shoulders to his seat, just in case he will beat them one by one and maybe the woman as well.
The woman which wear purple backless dress with her smooth (s/c) and (h/c) hair on updo style showing curve on her neck. There's a rumor among the Sumeru people about the woman. Incarnation of Aphrodite. No one can par her beauty, every man and woman will glorify her curves of body, and every people want to make a love with the lady.
The white haired man knows if this situation wil be more dangerous if he let the woman kept on her pace. He stand from his ground and call her with her very name.
"(Y/n)!" He called the woman with deep and husky voice. Every person except the woman on the tavern saw him with very confused eyes . While the woman look at him with smirk drew on her red lips.
"Can you stop it? Your action piss me off!" He began walk toward the crowd and gripped his roommate hand.
"Did you know that woman you touch is someone else's wife?" The woman startled as the white lock man touches her neck erotically.
"And you keep doing unholy thing while your husband staring at you, such a whore" The woman can felt moving smile on her skin as the man kiss her neck and put a kissmark on the very smooth skin.
"Did you forget whom owned you?" The man touch her neck and wrapped his finger around her neck. The woman laugh at the white lock man.
"What if I forget whom owned me? What will you do?" The man chuckled.
"I will make you remember, make sure every part of your body brand as mine" The man give her sensual touch and make her moan.
"Ay! Haytham, let her go! It's not like she is your wife, right?" Kaveh tried to steal the woman away from Al-Haytham hand but he immediately shook off his hand.
"Listen everybody whom sit in this very place! I announced that this woman IS MY WIFE! If you dare to touch her again... I will destroy you completely!" The woman froze by Al-Haytham word. Her blood rushed to her head as psycho smile created on her lips. While she startled by his manifestation as well.
"So you are jealous, my husband?" The woman laugh as she pour a glass of whiskey to Kaveh glass and gave it to the man with white lock. He chuckled as he stare at the glass.
"I never expected that you will step on tavern as you arrived at Sumeru, it really irked me. You play with these harlot when your husband miss you like hell! Even a letter cannot suffice my yearn for you, it very painful, (Y/n)!" Tears stream from his cheeks. Everyone at the tavern look at him with unbeliveable gaze.
"Al-Haytham crying?" The woman start to panicked as she pick a tissue from nearest tissue box and give it to her husband.
"I-I'm sorry! I just miss the tavern so much! I-it's not like I forgot about you or something else! My friend told me that you were busy at Akademiya!" He wipe his tears away and scowl at the woman.
"You know (Y/n), I pay no mind if it's about you... I will spare every my time for you! I will become a Grand Sage even if you want it! I will give everything for you!"
"Yes-yes-yes! I'm sorry!"
"Don't test my patience (Y/n), do you think your action will go unpunished? Don't wish you could walk tomorrow, because I am a merciless person"
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manonslayme · 1 year
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Do u have any random manon x elide headcanons? i'm staaarving for anything u have abt them
I did not mean to go on for so long with these headcannons but I just have a lot of thoughts about these two gays
Soft bbys
Manon absolutely melts for Elide, she can go from terrifying man-eating witch to a terrifying, man-eating witch who stares at Elide like she hung the moon and stars
They judge people together, definitely hang at the back of parties (after showing everyone else up with their matching outfits) drinking wine and gossiping about annoying lords and lady’s
Elide absolutely goes for the throat when other lords say that she’s not good enough to lead Perranth, she’s not afraid to blackmail them with how horrible they actually are, and Manon loves to sit back and enjoy her wife absolutely destroy those men
Elide wanted to marry Manon for a long time before they actually got married but she didn’t want to pressure Manon into marriage in any way so she didn’t really bring it up
Manon began to notice that Elide wanted to get married when her eyes would linger over rings and other married couples
It took Manon a while but she knew that she wanted to marry Elide and she definitely panicked about planning how to ask Elide before she actually popped the question
It was able to happen without the kingdom burning down and Elide, very happily, said yes so Manon considers it a success
I like to imagine that Elide’s parents had a cabin left to her that Vernon left abandoned when he trapped her but Elide spends time after the war cleaning it up and restoring it to its former glory
She and Manon like to go to the cabin to get away sometimes when things calm down after the war, just relaxing and enjoying the peace of their new lives
Manon realizes that she actually really likes strawberries after Elide begins to plant them and use them in recipes
Manon learns to make flower crowns to surprise Elide one day and it actually surprises her how relaxing it is for her
She’ll die before she reveals that to anyone but Elide and Abraxos, who loves to steal any leftover flower crowns Manon makes
I feel like Manon has a complicated relationship with touch because of her grandmothers abuse so at first she sort of shys away from any touching
Elide is very understanding and makes sure she’s not overwhelming Manon because she’s loved her and wants her to be comfortable
Slowly but surely Manon becomes more comfortable with touching and she just becomes that one meme with the cheetah we’re it goes ‘when you realize how touch starved you actually are.’
Constantly touching and hanging on Elide because she finally is able to enjoy touches that aren't harmful and painful and Elide does not mind because she is also touch starved
Manon and Elide both tend to overwork themselves with their kingdoms and their lands and when they notice that one of them is overworking themselves they both try to make sure the other relaxes
They’re both stubborn about it, Elide more so, but Manon is not afraid to pick her up and carry her away from work and Elide will make Manon sleep even if it kills her
Elide has a kind of natural warm body temp and I feel like Manon loves to just cuddle up to her and hug her witchling when the weather begins to get cold
Elide likes to collect pretty stones and other small knickknacks and Manon always makes sure to grab her something whenever she travels
Manon gets very fluffy beadhead and Elide both adores how cute she looks and spends mornings trying not to accidentally get hair in her mouth, it gets everywhere
She does enjoy brushing and braiding Manon’s hair though, it’s very soft and beautiful
She also understands that it’s a special thing for Manon since she hasn’t let anyone else but the Thirteen touch her hair before and Elide feels very honored that Manon trusts her with her hair
They both get nightmares sometimes but they have different ways of needing comfort when they wake up
Manon usually doesn’t want to be touched (Matron physical abuse trauma) and she just needs air and a lot of open space, she often flys with Abraxos after she has nightmares to clear her head before she comes back to Elide when she’s ready for touch and comfort
Elide is the complete opposite, she needs Manon to hold her and reassure her that everything is okay and that she’s safe
During the time that her uncle is alive in his prison she had constant nightmares about him getting free and hurting Manon or her
Manon always holds her witchling close and comforts her in the best ways she can; threatening to skin Vernon alive is he gets within even fifty feet of Elide
Both of them are grumpy in the mornings, even though Manon used to waking up early, and they just grumble and shuffle around as they slowly wake up together, Elide’s arms constantly around Manon’s waist and Manon’s always holding Elide’s hand
Elide tops after she gets more experienced with sex, in this essay I will-
Elide has a bunch of freckles and Manon likes to spend mornings kissing and tracing over all of her freckles
Manon had freckles too but they tend to only stand out when it’s warm and Elide takes great joy in teasing Manon with how cute she looks with them and kissing each freckle when she can
Manon has a bunch of scars from the Matron and Elide always makes sure to kiss as many as she can when Manon begins to feel insecure about them
Not in a beautiful-insecure way, she knows she looks hot, but because she has a complex that her scars make her seem weak and like she couldn’t stop the abuse she suffered
Which is a notion the Elide refuses to let Manon have, she always makes sure that Manon knows that she is not weak and her scars only prove that she was able to survive her abuse
Manon slowly learning better coping mechanisms because Elide encourages her to start therapy with Yrene, or anyone really (I don’t know if therapy is a thing tog but it is now)
Manon and Elide link their lives together so Elide gets to be immortal too (yes I know that’s not how it works but go with me here)
In a future/next gen au I like to headcanon that Manon and Elide have one adopted daughter and 2 (used magic) bio daughters and when their daughters eventually take their places as rulers Elide and Manon permanently move to the cabin with Abraxos and spend the rest of their lives just chilling and being disgustingly in love
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mrsbsmooth · 4 months
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Scripts - S7 - Episode 33 (Part 2 of 2)
Finale (After eavesdropping, Ivy/Hamish *shudders*)
IVY_FLIRTY: So… Would you say that you were a little bit jealous of {0} then?
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Oh, for sure. She’s ridiculously stunning and confident, plus, she’s super smart too.
{0} leans over casually to whisper in your ear.
{0}_FLIRTY: She’s not wrong about that.
UMA_HAPPY: She’s basically the full package.
UMA_IDLE: It was hard not to be jealous of her.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I knew she was going to be a fan favourite.
UMA_IDLE: And she definitely turned all the boys’ heads too.
IVY_HAPPY: I can <i>totally</i> relate. There was a scene-stealing gal in my season too.
UMA_IDLE: I wanted to be her friend though.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: So badly.
IVY_IDLE: And do you think she is actually your friend?
UMA_HAPPY: Absolutely! We may have had our moments, but I’ll love that girl forever.
Aww, I love her too
PLAYER_HAPPY: What a cutie, I love her too.
{0}_HAPPY: You softie.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Shhh, I’m trying to do the noble thing and eavesdrop over here.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll let you get back to it then.
Eww, that’s a bit much
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: We weren’t even that close.
{0}_IDLE: I guess you meant more to her than she let on.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s ok though, not everyone clicks on the same level.
{0}_FLIRTY: And nobody clicks as well as you and me.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, we are the winners…
{0} fakes being shocked.
{0}_SURPRISED: We are?!
That’s nice of her
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s very sweet of her to say.
PLAYER_HAPPY: She’s a really great girl.
{0}_HAPPY: She clearly thinks the world of you.
{0}_IDLE: Just like someone else I know…
{0}_FLIRTY: Me!
IVY_HAPPY: Aww, well I’m glad you were able to make it out of the clutches of the monster.
UMA_SURPRISED: Huh?
IVY_FLIRTY: Oh, you know? The green-eyed-monster!
UMA_HAPPY: Ohhhhhh, Ivy. You had me panicking for a second there.
UMA_IDLE: I definitely took that literally.
IVY_HAPPY: I definitely have one of those green-eyed-beasts within me.
IVY_IDLE: So technically… It is literal.
UMA_SURPRISED: Umm-
IVY_HAPPY: Anyway! Shall we move on to your best bits?
{0}_HAPPY: Sounds fun! I’ve been waiting for this.
{0}_FLIRTY: Please tell me there’s a special section dedicated to all my banter.
IVY_FLIRTY: No comment.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I hope my muscles look defined on camera.
IVY_FLIRTY: No comment.
{0}_HAPPY: And that I come across as a good, solid guy, of course.
IVY_FLIRTY: Of course.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Wait a minute.
IVY_SURPRISED: What’s up, babe?
You watch as Uma steadies herself, she seems to be building up the courage to say something…
{0}_SURPRISED: What is she doing?
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I haven’t got a clue.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I have something I need to tell you, {0}. This isn’t easy.
UMA_IDLE: But I feel like we can only move forward if I get this off of my chest.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I sort of had a small fling with Travis.
{0}_SURPRISED: Wait, what!?
UMA_EMBARRASSED: I sort of had a small fling with Evan.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Wait, what?!
{0}_SURPRISED: Oh, jeez.
I’m horrified
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I don’t know any of the details.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: But it’s so icky that she didn’t tell anyone!
{0}_EMBARRASSED: It is weird, we better keep listening to find out the specifics.
I had no idea
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I thought she’d at least tell me! I thought we were friends.
{0}_IDLE: You are! Maybe she was just afraid of how people would react.
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s definitely a possibility.
That’s not a big deal
PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think it’s a big deal. It’s Love Island after all. As long as it happened before her and {0} were any type of serious.
{0}_IDLE: Yeah, that’s true. Let’s hear her out.
IVY_SURPRISED: You heard it here first, folks!
IVY_FLIRTY: A saucy Love Island exclusive, and I’m the face of it…
IVY_EMBARRASSED: Although technically all the viewers already knew that.
IVY_FLIRTY: So it’s only an exclusive to {0}.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Erm.
IVY_HAPPY: Sorry, hon. I got carried away.
IVY_IDLE: Tell us a bit more?
UMA_EMBARRASSED: It was pretty quickly after he first arrived.
UMA_IDLE: Before he chose to steal {0}, of course. 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 into the bathroom, and there he was.
IVY_FLIRTY: Hot, hot, hot.
UMA_IDLE: It was sort of the equivalent of a one-night-stand here in the villa.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: It happened so fast.
IVY_SURPRISED: Oooooh, now that’s a quotable headline.
UMA_EMBARRASSED: Not like that!
UMA_IDLE: We were both really surprised it had 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_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 doing that sort of thing.
IVY_IDLE: Of course not!
IVY_FLIRTY: In the eyes of your gorgeous host, moi, you did nothing wrong. You acted on an initial attraction.
IVY_IDLE: Quickly realised it wouldn’t amount to anything.
IVY_HAPPY: Then put all your focus on this lovely gent here.
IVY_SURPRISED: You can’t be too worked up about it, {0}.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: Or maybe you can be, by the look on your face. Got anything to say, cutie?
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m a bit lost for words actually.
Ivy pauses, waiting for him to speak again. He stays silent.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: Well, this is more awkward than the time I aired a famous footballer on my socials…
IVY_HAPPY: I think we’ll leave it there.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: Here are your… Best bits.
{0}_IDLE: That was a lot.
What a bombshell
PLAYER_SURPRISED: And to drop it at this stage… Bold move by Uma.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I wonder what she was thinking.
{0}_IDLE: She’s probably relieved to get it off of her chest.
It was tame
PLAYER_IDLE: It wasn’t anything wild. It’s good that she told him, but it’s definitely not that dramatic.
{0}_IDLE: It did get some gasps from the crowd though.
It’s our turn now!
PLAYER_IDLE: Anyway, enough about Uma.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: It’s our turn now…
{0}_HAPPY: Exactly, we don’t have to let any of that drama affect our interview.
You and {0} wait for Ivy to call your names…
You and {0} hang back and wait for Ivy to call your names…
IVY_FLIRTY: And now we’re joined by our Love Island winners…
IVY_HAPPY: {0} and {1}!
You and {0} wait just beyond the stage, none of the audience can see you yet.
You can hear a familiar voice…
IVY_FLIRTY: And now we’re joined by our sexy second place couple…
IVY_HAPPY: {0} and {1}!
The crowd roars with excitement as you both head up to join Ivy.
IVY_HAPPY: Hey, oooh gosh, you two are even hotter IRL.
IVY_FLIRTY: Seriously, wowsers. I’m drooling a bit.
IVY_HAPPY: What an IT couple.
IVY_IDLE: I have to ask, how do you both feel? You won!
I’m honestly over the moon
PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t keep still, I’m so excited! This is the best feeling ever.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m with {1}. This is incredible, thank you so much everyone! I’m just so happy to be up here by her side.
IVY_HAPPY: Goals!
I can’t believe it!
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’m still in shock! This is wild.
{0}_HAPPY: I feel the same! I knew that {1} would be popular though. Anyone who meets her can’t help but be drawn to her.
IVY_HAPPY: Like a moth to a flame.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sort of, but in a nice way.
IVY_HAPPY: Like flies to-
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Like bees to sweet beautiful nectar.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Good save.
{0}_FLIRTY: It’s what I’m here for.
IVY_HAPPY: That works!
I’m just happy to be with {0}
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m honestly just so happy to be up here with my amazing {0}.
{0}_HAPPY: You know I feel the same, but I’ll tell you a hundred more times. Or a million more times.
IVY_HAPPY: Oh, the cuteness! I can feel it take a hold of me.
I don’t care that much
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not super bothered to be honest.
IVY_SURPRISED: What?!
IVY_IDLE: I would’ve loved to have won my season. You’re a lucky girl!
IVY_HAPPY: What about you, {0}?
{0}_HAPPY: I’m very excited, but mostly because I’m standing next to the girl of my dreams.
IVY_FLIRTY: Me?
IVY_HAPPY: Joking!
{0} ignores her.
{0}_IDLE: The winning part is just extra toppings, if you get what I mean.
IVY_IDLE: I have to ask, how do you both feel? You just came second!
I’m honestly over the moon
PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t keep still, I’m so excited! Second place is amazing!
{0}_HAPPY: I’m with {1}. This is great, thank you so much everyone! I’m just so happy to be up here by her side.
IVY_HAPPY: Goals!
I’m so annoyed
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’m still in shock! We should have won.
PLAYER_IDLE: We deserved it.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s a difficult one. I feel like it’s my fault that we didn’t win.
{0}_IDLE: I swooped in and confused people at the last minute.
{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t help it though. Anyone who meets {1} can’t help but be drawn to her.
IVY_HAPPY: Like a moth to a flame.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sort of, but in a nice way.
IVY_HAPPY: Like flies to-
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Like bees to sweet beautiful nectar.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Good save.
{0}_FLIRTY: It’s what I’m here for.
IVY_HAPPY: That works!
I’m just happy to be with {0}
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m honestly just so happy to be up here in second place with my amazing {0}.
{0}_HAPPY: You know I feel the same, but I’ll tell you a hundred more times.Or a million more times.
IVY_HAPPY: Oh, the cuteness! I can feel it take a hold of me.
I don’t care that much
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not super bothered to be honest.
IVY_SURPRISED: Really?
IVY_IDLE: I need something juicier than that if I’m gonna get my own talk show.
IVY_HAPPY: What about you, {0}?
{0}_HAPPY: I’m very excited, but mostly because I’m standing next to the girl of my dreams.
IVY_FLIRTY: Me?
IVY_HAPPY: Joking!
{0} ignores her.
IVY_HAPPY: This has been a rollercoaster of a season.
IVY_HAPPY: We’ve had drama, passion, romance, tears, trials, games, banter…
IVY_FLIRTY: Sounds like my average Wednesday night.
PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t you mean Friday night? Or Saturday?
IVY_FLIRTY: Nah, my weekends are waaaaaay more wild than that.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeesh.
IVY_HAPPY: I’m here to squeeze the juice outta the two of you. And show you some of your best bits!
She gestures dramatically up at a screen projected onto the side of the villa.
IVY_HAPPY: So, let’s rewind.
IVY_FLIRTY: And take it back to a blissful little lads holiday.
IVY_HAPPY: Two words for you all, Casa Amor.
The crowd cheer and whistle.
IVY_FLIRTY: Where {0}, Summer, Bonnie and Uma, the flirty foursome, were waiting…
A short clip of you and the girls meeting Alex, Joyo, Rafael and Bryson plays on screen.
IVY_FLIRTY: The girls were on a mission to find a connection and make it back to the main villa.
IVY_HAPPY: And for you two cuties, it was the start of something beautiful.
IVY_FLIRTY: But the boys took a bit of a backseat, didn’t they?
IVY_HAPPY: And we got to witness the start of something beautiful.
IVY_IDLE: But you also built a little connection with {0}.
IVY_FLIRTY: Leading him to twist with you!
IVY_HAPPY: {0}, you built a connection with {1}.
IVY_IDLE: Leading him to twist with you!
IVY_FLIRTY: This all caused chaos when you returned to the main villa.
IVY_SURPRISED: To meet {0}’s OG partner, {1}.
A clip of {0}’s face as you strut back into the villa plays up on the screen.
IVY_FLIRTY: Oooooh, the drama! Let me tell you, I was hooked.
IVY_IDLE: We have to talk a bit about that tumultuous relationship. Do you think that {0} was trying to sabotage you?
Absolutely she was
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oh, 100%. She had it out for me the day I entered the villa.
PLAYER_IDLE: Her goal was to get {0} back. And I guess she succeeded in a way. Though I found a stronger connection.
{0} smiles at you.
Her reaction was understandable
PLAYER_IDLE: I get why she acted that way, maybe I’d have been the same. She was clearly very territorial about {0}.
PLAYER_HAPPY: But it didn’t work out very well for her…
PLAYER_IDLE: But I found a stronger connection anyway.
IVY_FLIRTY: It was a lot of fun to watch.
IVY_IDLE: What did you think though, {0}?
IVY_HAPPY: Did you realise she was so attached to you?
ALEX_EMBARRASSED: Truthfully, no… I knew something was missing.
ALEX_IDLE: I wanted to take it slow but Estelle definitely wanted to kick things up a notch.
ALEX_EMBARRASSED: I thought she’d find a Casa boy with a similar mindset.
IVY_HAPPY: So do you believe that {0} could be that life partner you were after?
He glances at you with a shy smile playing over his chiselled face.
{0}_HAPPY: Yes, that’s all I need to say.
BRYSON_EMBARRASSED: Um, no way. Willow and I weren’t even that serious. I thought she’d click with a Casa boy no doubt.
BRYSON_FLIRTY: Me and {1} were meant to be.
BRYSON_IDLE: I’ve honestly never felt this way about a girl.
IVY_SURPRISED: So your player days are over?
{0} looks deep into your eyes as he answers this question.
{0}_IDLE: Yes, that’s the easiest question ever.
JOYO_EMBARRASSED: Not at all, we had chemistry, at first.
JOYO_IDLE: But it was nothing compared to the way I started to feel when I met {1}.
IVY_HAPPY: You said you weren’t looking for anything serious…
She gestures between you and Joyo.
IVY_FLIRTY: But you two seem pretty serious to me.
He glances over at you, his eyes full of happiness.
{0}_IDLE: {1} made me change my mind, simple as, really.
RAF_EMBARRASSED: Honest answer? I don’t know. At times I felt like she was just playing me.
IVY_IDLE: You said yourself that you often fall too quickly.
IVY_SURPRISED: Do you think that might be the case with {0}?
RAF_IDLE: No, not even for a second.
RAF_IDLE: My mindset is totally different, I felt like a lad when I walked in here.
RAF_HAPPY: But I’m approaching our relationship like a man.
RAF_IDLE: I can picture a life with her, I couldn’t with anybody else.
IVY_HAPPY: Oh he’s good…
IVY_HAPPY: Now here’s where you come into the story…
{0}_HAPPY: To sweep {1} off her feet.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that what it was?
{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe it was the other way around.
IVY_FLIRTY: {0} had chosen to twist with Evan.
IVY_FLIRTY: Potentially the sexiest artist ever…
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know about that.
IVY_HAPPY: But he had eyes for a certain gorgeous gal over here.
Ivy points at you with a flirty grin.
IVY_HAPPY: We watched as you two couldn’t ignore your chemistry.
Footage of you and Evan giggling and chatting on your lawn date plays on the screen.
IVY_FLIRTY: Gosh, I’d love to see the artwork he produces of you, {0}. Oooooh, have you two heard of painting with your bodies?
{0}_IDLE: Moving on.
He turns and whispers to you.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’d never talk about private stuff like that with her. But I’ve definitely thought about us doing something like that.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ll keep that in mind.
He turns back towards the front.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: So sorry, my mind runs away with me.
IVY_HAPPY: Did you two feel an instant connection then?
We totally sparked straight away
PLAYER_FLIRTY: There were fireworks between us from the very beginning. Our chemistry was off the charts.
{0}_FLIRTY: I agree. There were little stolen glances, lingering touches…
{0}_FLIRTY: I knew from the moment she kissed me in the Making Waves challenge.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: That was hot.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’m so glad she feels the same.
It was a slow burn for me
PLAYER_IDLE: It was more of a gradual thing for me.
PLAYER_IDLE: I wanted to find out more about him.
{0}_IDLE: I definitely felt instant chemistry.
{0}_HAPPY: But I also love to give a relationship time to grow. Our connection is so strong.
{0}_FLIRTY: And I think she’s an absolute work of art.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwwww.
IVY_FLIRTY: {0} also caught the eye of {1}’s new partner, Evan.
IVY_FLIRTY: No wonder you stressed her out, {0}.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What?!
IVY_FLIRTY: It’s ok, I relate. Hotties like us catch everyone's eye.
IVY_IDLE: How did that feel for you, {0}?
{0}_IDLE: It didn’t feel great knowing that I had competition.
{0}_HAPPY: But you can’t really break a connection like ours.
{0}_IDLE: {1} is her own person, I had to let her make her own decisions.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I chose you!
{0}_HAPPY: Exactly.
IVY_HAPPY: Then came the arrival of our two beautiful bombshells, Travis and Vicky.
Footage of Travis and Vicky strutting sexily into the villa plays above you.
IVY_FLIRTY: To shake things up even more!
{0}_HAPPY: Beautiful, me? I prefer ruggedly handsome.
{0}_HAPPY: Beautiful and smart, don’t ya mean?
PLAYER_HAPPY: You tell her.
IVY_HAPPY: Oh, of course! That goes without saying.
IVY_SURPRISED: {0}, were you shocked when Travis stole you?
IVY_SURPRISED: {0}, were you shocked when Vicky stole you?
I was so surprised!
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I didn’t see it coming!
{0}_SURPRISED: Really? I thought I was giving you all the signs.
PLAYER_IDLE: I honestly didn’t have a clue, it all happened so fast.
IVY_FLIRTY: You were just sooooo popular, I defo saw it coming.
I wasn’t shocked at all
PLAYER_IDLE: I sort of saw it coming.
{0}_FLIRTY: I was giving you all the signs.
PLAYER_IDLE: I could see it in {0}’s eyes, if I’m being real about it.
IVY_FLIRTY: You were just sooooo popular, I defo saw it coming.
IVY_IDLE: I bet you were stressed about it, Bonnie?
IVY_SURPRISED: You couldn’t couple up with {0} but then Vicky came along and stole her!
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I did struggle a bit. Vicky is a spicy girl.
{0}_IDLE: But I just had to trust that we would be a couple in the end.
{0}_HAPPY: And would you look at us now.
IVY_FLIRTY: What an adorable answer.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ve got a keeper here, {0}.
IVY_IDLE: Was that annoying for you, {0}? You’d chosen to twist with {0}, only to have her snatched away.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, it was tough, it felt like I didn’t get much time with her.
{0}_HAPPY: But I never let her forget that I was all about her.
{0}_IDLE: Oh yeah, man. It sucked! I’m not even the jealous type…
{0}_EMBARRASSED: But I was catching myself feeling those green-eyed pangs.
{0}_IDLE: I was trying to play it cool with her.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: But it was almost impossible.
{0}_IDLE: It was hard for me to watch her be stolen by somebody else.
{0}_SAD: Aw yeah. It broke my heart.
{0}_IDLE: I wanted to stay coupled up for the entire time.
{0}_SAD: But I never let her forget that I was all about her.
IVY_FLIRTY: What an adorable answer.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ve got a keeper here, {0}.
{0}_IDLE: Yeah, it was a curveball for sure.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I wanted to make a move but it felt like it just wasn’t my time yet.
{0}_HAPPY: But I believe that you have to wait and work, if you really want something.
IVY_FLIRTY: What an adorable answer.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ve got a keeper here, {0}.
IVY_IDLE: Now, I think I need to address what we’ve all been thinking about.
IVY_FLIRTY: You two!
PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, yeah. I was wondering when I’d have to address that.
IVY_SURPRISED: My jaw was on the floor when you decided to get together.
IVY_SURPRISED: And it was clear to see that you broke poor little {0}’s heart.
A clip plays on screen showing {0} walking away from the villa.
IVY_HAPPY: I don’t think anybody was expecting that final twist.
IVY_FLIRTY: I was absolutely living for it though!
IVY_HAPPY: But I need the true details!
IVY_IDLE: Why did you go for {0}’s proposition, {1}?
I always liked him really
PLAYER_HAPPY: I was always drawn to him, I think.
PLAYER_IDLE: I just didn’t know he actually felt the same.
PLAYER_IDLE: So it felt like an easy answer in that moment.
IVY_HAPPY: You had to go with your heart.
It was the exciting option
PLAYER_FLIRTY: It was exciting and dramatic, like a movie scene.
PLAYER_IDLE: I was swept up in the moment, it felt like the right thing to do.
IVY_HAPPY: It was all kinds of drama.
I didn’t realise I liked him until then
PLAYER_IDLE: I had no idea I even felt that way until we were in the moment.
PLAYER_HAPPY: And then instinct kicked in.
PLAYER_IDLE: I knew I had to go with my heart.
IVY_HAPPY: Of course! That’s the whole point of Love Island.
I’m not sure
PLAYER_IDLE: I struggle to answer that, cos I’m not really sure.
IVY_FLIRTY: Sometimes the heart just wants what it wants.
IVY_HAPPY: I won’t push you on it, {0}.
IVY_FLIRTY: I love a forbidden romance.
IVY_HAPPY: I was practically weak at the knees.
IVY_FLIRTY: It was… Hot!
IVY_HAPPY: Don’t we think?
The crowd cheer and holler in agreement.
IVY_IDLE: What about you though, {0}?
{0}_IDLE: It’s simple really.
{0}_IDLE: The feelings that this guy was feeling, he had never felt before.
{0}_HAPPY: I knew I’d regret it forever and a day if I didn’t move.
{0}_IDLE: I couldn’t ignore how I felt.
{0}_IDLE: Underneath the surface I was burning for {1}.
{0}_IDLE: Sometimes we just have to risk it all for a feeling like that.
IVY_SURPRISED: We could see you and Daphne weren’t a great match in the end.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: But to go for {0} like that…
IVY_FLIRTY: Brave moves.
{0}_IDLE: Ivy, I had to.
{0}_IDLE: My heart didn’t give me any other choice.
{0}_IDLE: I should’ve made my move sooner, but I’m glad I made it at all.
{0}_IDLE: I wouldn’t let her become the one that got away.
IVY_HAPPY: Ooooooh, so romantic!
Ivy starts fanning herself furiously.
IVY_FLIRTY: Oh my days, I’m loving this.
IVY_HAPPY: What a gig for me! I’m up here as the VIP guest, interviewing you two sexy lovebirds.
IVY_HAPPY: Makes me wanna gossip about myself though…
IVY_FLIRTY: Let everyone know what I’ve been up to!
IVY_HAPPY: Ooop, I’ve got someone nattering in my earpiece.
IVY_FLIRTY: What is it, darl? I’m kinda in the middle of something, don’t ya know?
PLAYER_IDLE: What’s up, Ivy?
IVY_HAPPY: Ohhhhhh, I see, spoilsports!
IVY_IDLE: We’re taking a quick break.
IVY_SURPRISED: Apparently I’m veering off topic.
{0}_HAPPY: Nice, any snacks kicking about?
Ivy smiles and ignores {0}, instead quickly dashing to pick up a pocket mirror and makeup bag from behind the set.
IVY_FLIRTY: Ohhhhhh, look at me. It never gets old seeing my face in the mirror.
IVY_HAPPY: Of course, I’ve been seeing my face in a lot more places than just my mirror nowadays.
PLAYER_IDLE: So you’re famous now?
IVY_FLIRTY: Let’s catch up and I’ll tell you all about it.
IVY_SURPRISED: That, and my tumultuous love life, of course…
IVY_FLIRTY: I’ve got a new boyfriend, and you might recognise him.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why? Is he famous?
IVY_FLIRTY: Just a bit. You might recognise him from this show actually.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’re dating a past contestant?
IVY_FLIRTY: And I bet you won’t guess which one he is.
IVY_HAPPY: He might even be here tonight. You might get to meet him.
*Spill. Right. Now!
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d love to hear about what sort of shenanigans you’ve been up to post-villa.
IVY_FLIRTY: Shenanigans, me?
IVY_FLIRTY: You know it.
Nah, we don’t have time
PLAYER_IDLE: Not right now, we have to get back to it, don’t we?
IVY_HAPPY: They’re faffing around with sound stuff and cups of tea.
IVY_FLIRTY: I think we’re good for a few minutes.
IVY_HAPPY: Plus, I really wanna tell you about my new beau…
IVY_FLIRTY: You’d really like to meet him.
*Ok, I’m intrigued!
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d love to hear about what sort of shenanigans you’ve been up to post-villa.
IVY_FLIRTY: Shenanigans, me?
IVY_FLIRTY: You know it.
No, I’m honestly good
PLAYER_IDLE: Nah, I’m getting ready for the next part of the interview.
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, we’re in our own little winners bubble.
IVY_IDLE: Cute.
IVY_FLIRTY: Gosh, I’m actually sooooo glad you wanted to chat.
IVY_HAPPY: I like asking questions and interviewing you both but…
IVY_FLIRTY: I miss talking about myself.
IVY_IDLE: Know what I mean?
This isn’t really about you
PLAYER_IDLE: This is about me and {0}.
PLAYER_IDLE: We’re the stars here.
{0}_HAPPY: You tell her, {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: You’re my star.
IVY_FLIRTY: Oh, you two. We can all be stars.
IVY_FLIRTY: But there’s only one Ivy.
Of course, who doesn’t?
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s natural to want to talk about ourselves.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Especially when we’re this interesting.
IVY_HAPPY: You said it, hun.
IVY_HAPPY: I’m usually the most interesting person in the room.
Erm, no not really
PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t really relate.
PLAYER_IDLE: I like to actually listen to other people.
IVY_HAPPY: Oh, yah. So do I.
IVY_FLIRTY: In small doses.
IVY_IDLE: I feel like that with everyone, including the guys I date.
{0}_IDLE: Well that’s the thing about me and {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: We like each other in large doses.
{0} gives you a secret wink.
IVY_HAPPY: I should prepare you for the outside.
IVY_IDLE: I feel it’s my duty as a hugely successful ex-Islander myself.
IVY_FLIRTY: When I say hugely, I mean massively.
IVY_HAPPY: And when I say massively, I mean gargantuanly.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Is that a word?
IVY_FLIRTY: Anything can be a word if you style it out enough.
IVY_HAPPY: That’s what I’ve learnt whilst building the Ivy brand.
IVY_FLIRTY: Actually, wait. Scrap that.
IVY_HAPPY: The Ivy empire.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’ve got some serious stuff going on?
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, give us some specifics then, Ivy.
IVY_HAPPY: It’s been a whirlwind.
IVY_FLIRTY: You probably heard that I picked up a little nickname whilst I was in the villa.
Poison Ivy?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh, I remember all right. It was Poison Ivy, like the plant.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Cos you were a little bit of a bad girl.
PLAYER_IDLE: Everyone loves a villain.
IVY_FLIRTY: Exactly!
Saint Ives?
PLAYER_IDLE: Was it Saint Ives? I can’t really remember.
IVY_FLIRTY: Nah, bit sexier than that.
IVY_FLIRTY: It was Poison Ivy, like the plant.
IVY_IDLE: Probably because I was a bit full-on at times.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: Especially with other people’s love interests.
Erm, lively Ivy?
PLAYER_IDLE: I mean, lively Ivy rhymes.
PLAYER_IDLE: But honestly, not a clue.
IVY_FLIRTY: It was Poison Ivy, like the plant.
IVY_HAPPY: I was kind of a lot at the time.
IVY_IDLE: I like to think I’ve simmered down a bit by now.
You can’t shorten Ivy
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ivy is three letters long, do you need a nickname?
IVY_FLIRTY: Always, a spicy nickname is a must for a brand.
IVY_HAPPY: It was Poison Ivy.
IVY_FLIRTY: I was a handful in the villa.
IVY_HAPPY: I like to think I’ve simmered down a bit by now.
IVY_HAPPY: I decided to own the nickname.
IVY_HAPPY: And I developed my own Poison Ivy cosmetics range, all natural, and cruelty-free.
{0}_IDLE: That’s very important.
IVY_HAPPY: Absolutely!
IVY_HAPPY: As a lab technician, I was super involved in the actual process of making my products.
IVY_FLIRTY: We’re at the design stage now, my line should be out by the end of this year.
PLAYER_IDLE: Got any interest yet?
IVY_HAPPY: That’s the amazing thing, I’ve pitched to several huge retailers.
IVY_FLIRTY: Giving them my signature sultry Poison Ivy sales pitch.
IVY_SURPRISED: And two of them are competing for me! Can you believe that?
Sounds like you’ve been grafting
PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re making the most of your opportunities and playing to your strengths.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re a boss babe.
IVY_HAPPY: Aww, yeah! I think I really am.
{0}_HAPPY: I don’t think you’ll have a problem when we get out of here, {1}.
IVY_HAPPY: I totally agree, you’re the IT girlie of the season.
IVY_FLIRTY: You too, of course, {0}.
IVY_HAPPY: But {0} just has that special sparkle.
{0}_HAPPY: She really does.
Sounds like you made it up
PLAYER_IDLE: Seems a bit too good to be true.
PLAYER_IDLE: No offence, you weren’t even in the villa that long.
IVY_FLIRTY: And yet I still managed to make an Ivy-shaped impression on the world.
IVY_HAPPY: You could do that too.
{0}_HAPPY: Oh she’s gonna be making waves when we’re out of here, no doubt.
I can’t wait for it to be my turn!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Wow, yeah. I’m so ready for it to be my turn.
IVY_HAPPY: Heck yeah! Dream big.
IVY_FLIRTY: I can be your mentor.
{0}_HAPPY: Oh she’s gonna be making waves when we’re out of here, no doubt.
IVY_HAPPY: I’ve also been doing some modelling. I'm the face of a designer glasses brand.
IVY_FLIRTY: I had a clothing deal, a haircare sponsorship…
IVY_HAPPY: I’m great with my money.
IVY_FLIRTY: So your gal is investing big-time!
IVY_HAPPY: This isn’t a brag but… I’m rolling in it.
PLAYER_IDLE: Ok, but here’s another big question.
IVY_HAPPY: I’m ready, grill me.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Fill us in on your love life that you teased us with!
{0}_HAPPY: Oh yeah, we need to know if Love Island actually brought you any love!
IVY_SURPRISED: Oh, don’t get me started.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Bad?
IVY_EMBARRASSED: Oh, girl. You should have seen the state of my DMs when I first got out.
IVY_FLIRTY: You’ll have that problem too.
IVY_IDLE: Both of you…
{0} rolls his eyes with a smile.
{0}_IDLE: I’ll block ‘em all.
{0}_HAPPY: Nobody could even come close to this girl right here.
{0} rolls her eyes with a smile.
{0}_IDLE: Eww, no thanks.
{0}_HAPPY: Nobody could even come close to this girl right here.
Kiss {0} on the cheek
PLAYER_HAPPY: That was cute.
You kiss {0} tenderly on the cheek.
{0}_HAPPY: It’s the truth, I promise.
IVY_HAPPY: Adorable!
IVY_EMBARRASSED: I really hope you two survive…
Put your arm round {0}
PLAYER_HAPPY: That was a perfect response.
You scooch in underneath {0}’s arm.
He strokes your shoulder gently.
She strokes your shoulder gently.
IVY_HAPPY: You two are adorable!
Brush off the compliment
PLAYER_IDLE: Well… You never know really.
{0}_HAPPY: I’ve got my girl.
IVY_HAPPY: Aww, that’s adorable.
PLAYER_IDLE: So, you were single when you got out?
IVY_IDLE: Yeah, I wanted to start over, no matter what my situation was in the villa.
IVY_FLIRTY: At first, I thought, wow. I’ve got soooooo many sexy options.
IVY_HAPPY: So many famous boys itching to take me out.
IVY_IDLE: But like, they were all jerks.
IVY_HAPPY: So I got a bit pickier.
IVY_FLIRTY: Kept referring to my list.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Your list?
IVY_HAPPY: Yeah, that was kinda my thing.
IVY_FLIRTY: I kept a laminated list of traits I look for in a guy.
{0}_SURPRISED: Woah, that is a lot.
{0}_HAPPY: Actually I do recall some controversy about armpit hair.
IVY_HAPPY: That’s it! There’s a perfect ratio, don’t ya know.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Do you measure it…?
IVY_FLIRTY: It’s a sight thing, {0}.
IVY_HAPPY: Anyway, I left the dating scene for a bit, figured that nobody would fit my list.
IVY_IDLE: Then this guy popped back into my life like an overenthusiastic jack-in-the-box.
IVY_SURPRISED: A guy I’d actually ghosted a few months before.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Ooooh, the plot thickens.
{0}_HAPPY: Who was it?
IVY_FLIRTY: He’s actually here in the wings, supporting me.
Ivy cups her hands around her mouth and calls out…
IVY_HAPPY: Babes? Honey pumpkin? Where you at?
IVY_FLIRTY: Here he is! Look at those cheekbones, the boy could cut glass with those.
HAMISH_FLIRTY: Look at those eyes, the girl could smoulder her way through a fireproof door.
{0}_SURPRISED: Did not see that one coming.
IVY_FLIRTY: He’s the best.
She turns to Hamish and boops him on the nose.
IVY_FLIRTY: You’re the best!
HAMISH_FLIRTY: No, you are.
He boops her back on the nose.
IVY_FLIRTY: No, yo-
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ok, we get the idea.
HAMISH_HAPPY: Well, hello there, {0}, {1}. Surely you recognise me?
Yeah, you’re infamous
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You’re a big part of Love Island history.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course, I know who you are.
PLAYER_HAPPY: The Ham-man. Mr bacon himself.
HAMISH_HAPPY: I’m that guy.
{0}_HAPPY: I’d recognise you anywhere, you’ve got such a… unique presence.
HAMISH_HAPPY: So I’ve been told.
Ain’t got a clue who you are
PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry, mate. Never seen you before.
PLAYER_IDLE: Am I supposed to know you?
HAMISH_SURPRISED: Last season’s premium Casa Amor boy? The cream of the crop?
HAMISH_FLIRTY: The Islander that got away?
HAMISH_IDLE: Never made it to the main villa unfortunately.
HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: Well, I had my say before I left but-
{0}_SURPRISED: Ohhhhh, I remember that, you got pretty aggy.
HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: I’m a changed man now.
IVY_FLIRTY: I played a part in that.
HAMISH_HAPPY: Anyway, I waltzed back into her life and took her on a date.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: It was much better than the date you took me on before I ghosted you.
HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: Yah, apparently girls aren’t too impressed by first dates at greasy cafes.
PLAYER_IDLE: Where did he take you the second time then?
IVY_HAPPY: Oh my days, it was incredible.
IVY_HAPPY: He hired out a little terrace at a posh restaurant.
IVY_HAPPY: The food was amazing.
HAMISH_HAPPY: But they still cooked chicken nuggets and fries for me.
She looks at Hamish adoringly.
IVY_HAPPY: He eats like a six-year-old but I don’t even care.
IVY_HAPPY: We talked for hours and he showed me all his million pound listings.
HAMISH_FLIRTY: I said to her, one day, babe, we’ll live in a place like this.
HAMISH_FLIRTY: Estate agents never lie.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Erm.
IVY_HAPPY: And then, you’ll never guess what he did next!
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m almost scared to hear.
IVY_HAPPY: He had made a copy of my list, according to what he’d seen of it on the show.
IVY_HAPPY: He gave me the exact measurement of his armpit hair.
HAMISH_HAPPY: And what else did I have, my bespectacled beauty?
Ivy sniffles, clearly touched by the recollection.
IVY_HAPPY: He had a copy of his cycling proficiency test certificate.
HAMISH_HAPPY: I’d taken it the day before, just for her.
HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: It took a while for my instructor to take the stabilisers off, I won’t lie.
HAMISH_HAPPY: But now I’m fully cycle safe.
HAMISH_HAPPY: Added it to my CV and everything.
That’s actually weirdly romantic
PLAYER_HAPPY: You two clearly have a good thing going, I respect it.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Strange but cute.
IVY_HAPPY: It works for us.
HAMISH_HAPPY: She’s the light of my life.
{0}_HAPPY: Just so you know, {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’d get my cycling proficiency test any day for you.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d expect nothing less.
That’s the silliest thing ever
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Like, wow. Are my ears deceiving me? That is really silly.
PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry…
IVY_HAPPY: That’s just how we are, I love it!
HAMISH_HAPPY: It meant a lot to her, so it meant a lot to me.
{0}_IDLE: Pretty sweet, silly, but sweet.
I have no words
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’m really speechless. Just, wow.
HAMISH_HAPPY: I know, right? I am the king of all boyfriends.
IVY_HAPPY: You really are.
{0} takes one look at your face and tries to stifle a laugh.
{0}_HAPPY: Real sweet, Ham-Man.
IVY_SURPRISED: Ooooh, my earpiece says enough chit-chat.
IVY_HAPPY: Time to get back into it!
HAMISH_HAPPY: It’s been really nice meeting both of you.
HAMISH_FLIRTY: I wish you as much success as Ivy and I.
HAMISH_HAPPY: In love, and in business.
HAMISH_FLIRTY: I’m releasing my own range of bacon flavour crisps.
HAMISH_FLIRTY: Just need to work out how to turn a potato into crisps.
IVY_FLIRTY: I’ll talk you through the science of it, hun.
HAMISH_FLIRTY: The only science I like is chemistry. Our chemistry.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Got it.
HAMISH_FLIRTY: Anyway, I’m sure I’ll see you both out on the scene.
PLAYER_IDLE: What scene?
HAMISH_FLIRTY: The ex-Islander scene.
Sure, see you out there
PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh, then yeah! I’m sure I’ll see you out there.
HAMISH_HAPPY: I’ll be the guy in the back, lipsing the prettiest gal in the room.
IVY_FLIRTY: D’aaaaaaawwwwwwww.
{0} leans in to whisper…
{0}_FLIRTY: I’d never call you the prettiest.
{0}_FLIRTY: It’s too tame of a word to sum you up.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Go on…
{0}_FLIRTY: You’re the most stunning, the most elegant, the sexiest…
{0}_HAPPY: The most enchanting, the most alluring…
You absolutely won’t see me
PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I’ll be doing my own thing, in my own scene.
HAMISH_HAPPY: Sucks to be you then.
HAMISH_HAPPY: You should see the freebies we get.
HAMISH_HAPPY: I got an electric toothbrush last weekend!
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, um, we’ll be rolling in our own scene.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Exactly.
Ivy leaps into Hamish’s arms and covers him in kisses.
He turns to flash you a final smile, dazzling you all with the whiteness of his teeth.
IVY_HAPPY: I love the heck outta that man.
IVY_IDLE: Anyway! Back to it.
IVY_SURPRISED: Ooooh, my earpiece says we’re good to go.
IVY_HAPPY: Time to get back into it!
IVY_HAPPY: This season has been a treat for challenges.
IVY_FLIRTY: You’ve both been a joy to watch.
IVY_HAPPY: But {0} was definitely a standout player in every challenge.
A montage of you competing in the challenges plays in slow-motion on the screen.
IVY_FLIRTY: My personal favourite was the Making Waves challenge.
IVY_FLIRTY: All that sexy strength on show… Ooooof.
IVY_HAPPY: Although Excess Baggage though, am I right everyone?
There are murmurs of agreement amongst the audience.
IVY_IDLE: Those flickers of trouble between Uma and {0} became a bit of a theme.
IVY_IDLE: As Uma’s friend, you kept getting caught up in their little dramas, {0}.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: I guess I did.
IVY_SURPRISED: First, stumbling into Uma’s secret kiss.
IVY_SURPRISED: Then {0} putting the moves on you!
IVY_IDLE: That created some drama for you two.
{0} shifts uncomfortably.
IVY_IDLE: That created some drama for you.
IVY_IDLE: Was the drama a lot to handle?
It was quite OTT
PLAYER_SURPRISED: It did get a bit out of hand.
PLAYER_IDLE: I didn’t really know how to stay out of the drama.
IVY_IDLE: Sometimes it’s kinda impossible.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: I definitely didn’t stay out of it in my season…
I just wanted to stay in my lane
PLAYER_IDLE: Look, I just wanted to focus on my stuff.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: But I kept getting dragged into the drama.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: In my season we were all up in each other’s drama.
IVY_IDLE: Sometimes that’s just how it goes in the villa.
Friends do get caught in each other’s drama
PLAYER_IDLE: Uma’s my girl, that’s what happens in friendships.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Wires get crossed, drama gets fed. I just wanted to back my friends.
IVY_IDLE: I hear you, gal.
IVY_FLIRTY: Drama follows you cos you’re a hottie, like me.
IVY_HAPPY: Anyway, back to the two of you and your journey.
IVY_HAPPY: We got to watch you two become exclusive!
Ivy conducts the crowd in a huge round of applause and a chorus of awwwwws.
IVY_HAPPY: It was such a heartfelt moment.
IVY_HAPPY: And I was so happy that you took charge, {0}.
IVY_HAPPY: Especially because everyone always expects the guy to do it.
IVY_FLIRTY: I love to see strong girlies getting what they want.
IVY_IDLE: Were you nervous to ask {0}?
Not even a bit
PLAYER_HAPPY: Nah, not even for a second, I knew {0} would say yes.
{0}_HAPPY: Without hesitation.
{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t say yes fast enough.
{0}_HAPPY: And that’s just the first step of so many more.
IVY_FLIRTY: What a team.
Of course I was!
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I was actually very nervous. I wasn’t sure how it would go down.
{0}_SURPRISED: {1}! Are you kidding?
{0}_HAPPY: It was yes like a million times over.
{0}_IDLE: It’s yes right now, yes tomorrow, hopefully yes forever if I have my way.
IVY_HAPPY: Power couple.
Maybe a little
PLAYER_IDLE: I think maybe I was a bit nervous, yah.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: It’s a big thing to ask somebody.
You turn to {0}.
PLAYER_IDLE: What if you’d have said no.
{0}_SURPRISED: In no universe would I ever have said no.
{0}_HAPPY: I want you, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: Exclusive is just the first step of so so many more.
IVY_HAPPY: What a power couple.
IVY_HAPPY: We got to watch you two make the sweetest declarations!
Ivy conducts the crowd in a huge round of applause and a chorus of awwwwws.
IVY_HAPPY: It was such a heartfelt moment.
IVY_FLIRTY: But what do you think the next steps might be for your relationship?
Exclusivity
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m hoping to be exclusive at some point soon!
IVY_HAPPY: What you sayin’ {0}?
{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t possibly comment, all I’ll say is that I want everything with {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve got plans in mind.
Being {0}’s girlfriend
PLAYER_IDLE: I wanna be {0}’s girlfriend at some point very soon!
IVY_HAPPY: What you sayin’ {0}?
{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t possibly comment, all I’ll say is that I want everything with {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve got plans in mind.
Marriage!
PLAYER_IDLE: Umm, how about marriage!
IVY_FLIRTY: I can hear the wedding bells already.
HAMISH_HAPPY: I’ll officiate.
IVY_HAPPY: Shush you, I’ll be officiating.
IVY_HAPPY: I’ll officiate!
IVY_HAPPY: What you sayin’ {0}?
{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t possibly comment, all I’ll say is that I want everything with {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: But we’ve got a few more steps to take before that.
Who even knows
PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know. Who knows what the future holds.
IVY_HAPPY: What you sayin’ {0}?
{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t possibly comment, all I’ll say is that I want everything with {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve got big plans in mind.
IVY_HAPPY: Well, with all that out of the way, there’s only one more question we have to ask the winning couple.
The cheering crowd goes quiet as Ivy looks between you both.
IVY_HAPPY: {0} and {1}.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ve both had quite the journey in here from that day you first met in Casa Amor.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ve both had quite the journey in here since first coupling together.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ve had quite the journey in here after meeting each other whilst both being coupled with other people.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ve both had quite the journey in here from that day you first met in Casa Amor.
IVY_HAPPY: Every obstacle the villa has thrown at you, you’ve taken on together.
IVY_HAPPY: But this is the final challenge.
IVY_HAPPY: The final obstacle.
IVY_HAPPY: The final test.
The crowd buzz with excitement as Ivy holds out two envelopes.
IVY_HAPPY: So, {0} and {1}, all that’s left to ask...
IVY_HAPPY: Were you here for the love or the money?
IVY_HAPPY: Before we get into it, what do you think is gonna happen, {0}?
{0}_HAPPY: I absolutely trust {1}, of course.
{0}_HAPPY: I know she’s been genuine about her feelings and so have I.
IVY_SURPRISED: No lingering doubts that there could be a steal on the cards?
{0}_HAPPY: None whatsoever.
{0}_HAPPY: If I get the money I’m splitting and I know she’d do the same.
{0}_HAPPY: The connection we have goes beyond money.
IVY_SURPRISED: Loving the confidence. What would you do with half of all that money, then?
BRYSON_HAPPY: I’ve been talking about starting an influencer consultancy agency for a while.
BRYSON_HAPPY: So, after a big holiday with {0}, maybe start setting that up.
ALEX_HAPPY: Maybe quit carpentry for a bit and give weightlifting a proper go.
ALEX_HAPPY: So, after a big holiday with {0}, maybe I’d finally do that.
JOYO_HAPPY: I’d probably spend it all on nice restaurants and weekends away with {0}.
JOYO_HAPPY: The rest I’d just waste.
RAFAEL_HAPPY: I really wanna go travelling with {0}. See some new places.
RAFAEL_HAPPY: Just enjoy finally having alone time together.
EVAN_HAPPY: I’d probably rent myself an art studio and buy a year’s worth of paints and canvases.
EVAN_HAPPY: With {0} in my life I’d never run out of things to draw.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’ve worked hard my whole life so I’d probably take a year out and relax.
TRAVIS_HAPPY: Wake up next to {0} everyday with no alarm and no worries.
BONNIE_HAPPY: I’d love to see dolphins in the wild for the first time with {0}.
BONNIE_HAPPY: And then I’d probably give a lot of it away to a dolphin related cause.
IVY_HAPPY: Do you like dolphins?
BONNIE_HAPPY: How did you guess?
VICKY_HAPPY: A big holiday and some well deserved alone time with {0} to start with.
VICKY_HAPPY: And then I’d love to expand the business me and my sister started.
IVY_HAPPY: Well, as lovely as that plan sounds.
IVY_HAPPY: It all hangs on the decision you’re both about to make.
Ivy presents two envelopes to you and {0}. One pink, one silver.
IVY_HAPPY: {0} and {1}.
IVY_IDLE: In one of these envelopes you’ll find the money.
IVY_IDLE: In the other you’ll find absolutely nothing at all.
{0} takes a deep breath.
IVY_IDLE: Which one of you wants to go first?
{0}_HAPPY: Ladies first.
{0}_HAPPY: {1}, after you.
Ivy holds the two envelopes towards you.
IVY_HAPPY: {0}, make your choice.
Silver envelope
PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll choose the silver envelope please, Ivy.
IVY_IDLE: Silver it is. Here you go.
IVY_HAPPY: And that leaves the pink envelope with you, {0}.
Pink envelope
PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll choose the pink envelope please, Ivy.
IVY_IDLE: Here you go.
IVY_HAPPY: And that leaves the silver envelope with you, {0}.
IVY_IDLE: {0}, would you like to open up first?
{0} opens the envelope and glances up at you.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m broke. No money in here.
IVY_HAPPY: So, unless I messed up the envelopes, {0} you have...
PLAYER_HAPPY: Yep, I have the money.
IVY_HAPPY: So, the choice is in your hands, {0}. It’s time to find out.
IVY_HAPPY: Did you come here for love...
IVY_HAPPY: Or money?
Love
PLAYER_HAPPY: I choose love, obviously!
{0}_HAPPY: I knew you would.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ve chosen love.
IVY_HAPPY: It’s a happy ending after all!
As the crowd cheers you both on, {0} smiles at you proudly.
{0}_FLIRTY: This isn’t an ending, it’s just the start for me and you.
Give {0} a romantic kiss
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s start as we mean to go on.
{0}_FLIRTY: And, how’s that?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let me show you.
You take {0}’s face in your hands and gently pull him towards you.
As your lips touch he wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up off the floor, spinning you around like you’re in the final scene of a romantic film.
The kiss is deep and mesmerising and as he slowly lowers you back to the floor, {0} gives you a final flurry of kisses on your lips and neck.
{0}_FLIRTY: The only way is up for us.
You take {0}’s face in your hands and gently pull her towards you.
As your lips touch she wraps her arms around you and begins slowly spinning like you’re in the final scene of a romantic film.
The kiss is deep and mesmerising when you eventually come to a stop, she gives you a final flurry of kisses on your lips and neck.
{0}_FLIRTY: You’ve got me in a spin.
Give {0} a romantic hug
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s start as we mean to go on.
{0}_FLIRTY: And, how’s that?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let me show you.
You wrap your arms around {0}’s waist and pull him into a tight and loving hug.
{0} wraps you up in his arms and picks you up off the floor before spinning you around like you're in the final scene of a romance film.
The crowd cheers as he lowers you to your feet and looks you in the eyes.
{0}_FLIRTY: The only way is up for us.
You wrap your arms around {0}’s waist and pull her into a tight and loving hug.
{0} wraps you up in her arms and slowly begins spinning you around on the spot like you're in the final scene of a romance film.
The crowd cheers as you eventually stop and she looks you in the eyes.
{0}_FLIRTY: You’ve got me in a spin.
Blow {0} a kiss
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well then, let’s start as we mean to go on.
You blow {0} a big kiss. He catches it in his hands and presses it to his heart as the crowd behind cheers you both on.
You blow {0} a big kiss. She catches it in her hands and presses it to her heart as the crowd behind cheers you both on.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll try and get one back to you sometime soon.
IVY_HAPPY: What two love-birds you are!
IVY_HAPPY: Even I'm excited to see how far you two can go together.
Money
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m gonna take the money.
{0}_SURPRISED: What?
{0}’s jaw drops as the crowd behind you goes silent.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: Why have you chosen money, {0}?
That’s the only reason I came here
PLAYER_SERIOUS: Money is the reason I came to the villa.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’ve been playing a massive game and guess what? I just won.
The crowd gasps and {0} recoils as you raise both your arms in celebration.
{0}_SURPRISED: So, you were never really into me this whole time?
PLAYER_SERIOUS: I mean, I liked you enough to have chosen you.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: But maybe that actually means I actually liked you the least?
PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t know, you’ll have to figure it out yourself.
{0}_SURPRISED: But… What? Why? We’ve been through so much together.
PLAYER_HAPPY: And now we don’t have to anymore.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Second win.
IVY_SURPRISED: Gosh, ok. I’m genuinely speechless.
Nothing personal, I just want the money
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m sorry, {0}. You’re great, this whole experience has been great.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: But I just want the money right now. It’s nothing personal.
{0}_SURPRISED: So, that’s why you stole it?
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Yeah. I hope you’re not too heartbroken.
{0}_SERIOUS: I’m more upset that you didn’t feel like you could tell me.
{0}_IDLE: This was never about money for me. It was about finding someone.
{0}_IDLE: And you are that someone.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: You too, I just <i>really</i> want the money.
Ivy looks between the two of you with a confused look on her face.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: So... Kind of a happy ending then?
IVY_EMBARRASSED: I’m gonna count this as a happy ending.
I’m giving it back to {0}
PLAYER_HAPPY: I took it for you, {0}.
PLAYER_IDLE: I want to help you realise your dreams.
{0}_SURPRISED: For real?
PLAYER_HAPPY: Absolutely, I thought it would be a unique gesture.
{0}_HAPPY: It is! That’s beautiful though, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: Nobody’s ever done anything like that for me.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You deserve it.
IVY_HAPPY: Yay! A happy ending after all.
IVY_IDLE: Of course, because you came second, you won’t be eligible for Love or Money.
IVY_HAPPY: That’s a question I gotta save for Uma and {0}.
IVY_IDLE: But, I have to know, what would you both have done with the money?
I’d have travelled with {0}
PLAYER_IDLE: We would’ve gone to some beautiful places together.
PLAYER_IDLE: Had some wonderful experiences together.
PLAYER_IDLE: Eaten some gorgeous food together.
{0}_HAPPY: And we still will!
{0}_IDLE: We’ve got our own money, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: Plus, we’ll make a lot more after this!
IVY_HAPPY: That’s the spirit!
I would’ve invested it
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m a smart girl, I would’ve invested it.
PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got a good business head on my shoulders, I know what I’m doing.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got big plans, with or without that money.
IVY_FLIRTY: You tell ‘em! Just like me!
{0}_HAPPY: You’re a force to be reckoned with, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: We’ll be a power couple in no time at all.
I would’ve splashed it all
PLAYER_IDLE: I would’ve splashed that cash for sure!
PLAYER_HAPPY: I like the finer things, I would’ve treated myself.
IVY_HAPPY: Oh, you’ll still have plenty of chances to do that.
{0}_HAPPY: It’s my aim to make sure I can spoil you, {1}.
I would’ve given it all to {0}
PLAYER_IDLE: {0} deserves it, I would’ve given it to him.
{0}_SURPRISED: For real? Nah, I would’ve never accepted.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s the nicest thing anyone's ever said about me.
IVY_HAPPY: You’ll have plenty of chances to spoil each other, trust me on that one.
I would’ve spent it on all my loved ones
PLAYER_IDLE: I would’ve spent it on my friends and family.
PLAYER_HAPPY: They’re always there when I need them, I’d have loved to give something back.
{0}_HAPPY: We’re fully on the same page, but I’d have spoilt you too.
IVY_HAPPY: Don’t you worry, you’ll both secure the bag before long.
IVY_HAPPY: And with that, it’s time to send you both off into the sunset together.
IVY_EMBARRASSED: Or maybe you’ll be walking separate ways…
IVY_HAPPY: Oh, wait!!
IVY_HAPPY: I’ve got an extra surprise for you both…
IVY_FLIRTY: We’re having an after party in the villa with some of the Islanders from this season!
IVY_FLIRTY: I love a good after party!
IVY_IDLE: But let me tell you something… I can sense some serious drama is about to kick off.
IVY_FLIRTY: And not just because I’ll be there.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I already got the inside scoop on some drama with Uma!
{0}_HAPPY: You know more than me then!
IVY_FLIRTY: Trust me, there’s going to be more drama than that.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: We already know about the Uma and {0} drama!
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, glad we’re going in knowing that.
IVY_FLIRTY: Trust me, there’s going to be more drama than that.
You and {0} take a moment to enjoy the anticipation of the party.
{0}_HAPPY: This is perfect! I had a big surprise for you, {1}.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ah yeah, the big surprise.
{0}_FLIRTY: And this party sounds like the perfect place to do it!
{0}_HAPPY: This is perfect! I had a big surprise for you, {1}.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh yeah?
{0}_FLIRTY: And this party sounds like the perfect place to do it!
{0}_EMBARRASSED: This would’ve been perfect! I had a big surprise for you, {1}.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oh yeah…
{0}_SAD: And this party sounds like the perfect place to do it!
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Not that you’d be interested.
IVY_IDLE: Well, you never know.
IVY_FLIRTY: A girl can always change her mind.
Ivy winks at you.
PLAYER_IDLE: Hmm…
The villa lights twinkle behind you and the magic of the night begs to continue…
Your mind races with what {0}’s surprise is and the drama that’ll unfold at the after party.
Your mind races with what drama will unfold at the after party.
NARRATOR: Looks like {0} and {1} got their happy ending. And now {0} has a big surprise planned for {1}! And there’s going to be a whole bunch of surprise guests. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the best party I’ve not been invited to. And there’ve been a lot of parties I’ve not been invited to!
NARRATOR: Wow, what drama! {0} really shocked {1} by stealing the money! And to think that {0} had a big surprise planned for {1}! And now there’s going to be a whole bunch of surprise guests thrown into the mix. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the most dramatic party I’ve not been invited to. And there’ve been a lot of parties I’ve not been invited to!
Come back next time for the afterparty of the year!
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"When you blush it's the cutest thing ever." for PeterPatterLina please?
Julie freezes as the sounds floating from the studio reach her ears. Her breath catches. 
It’s the bright twang of a banjo, accompanied by an acoustic guitar, and a smile slowly spreads across her lips, tugging at her cheeks so hard they hurt. Her heart swells with the music, and she slips into the studio unnoticed by the boys making it, quietly bobbing along with the beat. 
They’re caught up in the melody, in the euphoria of riffing off of one another. When they finally let the last few notes ring out, grinning at each other from all of five inches apart on the couch, it’s with an air of triumph. The look they’re sharing is ridiculously fond, and without even a microphone between them, the notion that they might kiss as naturally as they were just playing together—as naturally as breathing—hits her more strongly than ever. 
She knows that they won’t, though, not yet, so she claps and lets out a little cheer. Reggie startles, but Luke merely redirects his grin and gives her a little head tilt, a silent come here. 
Julie plops down between them, so close that she’d practically be in their laps if it weren’t for their instruments, which makes Reggie squeak and Luke laugh. He drops a kiss on her bare shoulder, still grinning, and slides his guitar strap over his head, gently placing it beside the couch so she can snuggle even closer if she wants to. She does, but—not yet. 
They have to do this right. 
She sends Luke a knowing look, and his eyes glitter with understanding.
“So, what’d you think, boss? Didn’t Reg come up with the most killer lines?” 
“He’s wicked talented with the banjo.” Reggie makes a startled sound, and when she steals a glance at him, his cheeks have taken on a pleased, bright pink flush. She melts at the sight, and the rest of her thoughts trickle out, infused with a honey-sweetness she couldn’t possibly hide. “You don’t need me to tell you it was amazing. It was, though, for the record. You both are.” 
Reggie hugs his banjo to his chest. He looks at her through his lashes and then away. 
“You really liked it that much?” 
“We really like you that much,” Luke says matter-of-factly, blithely continuing even as Reggie and Julie both shoot him panicked looks for presumably different reasons, “but also yes. We are very into you and your soul and the songs that come pouring out of it. You are probably the only person who could ever open my heart to banjo music, so. I don’t know how else to tell you—” 
“You’ve been trying to tell me that you love me.” The words leave Reggie’s lips with breathless wonder. He turns to Julie for confirmation. “Right? Oh my god if I’m wrong please just pretend I never said anything, or maybe tell everyone I died and left the country—no, say—say I ate a bad hot dog or something, it’d still be way less embarrassing—” 
She has to laugh—she can’t help it. She’s overflowing with fondness for both of these boys. Reggie starts to shrink away, but she gently touches his cheek, and he unfurls like a flower with a soft sigh. Luke unglues himself from Julie’s side to circle around and settle on Reggie’s, coaxing the banjo out of his arms, and they take his hands. 
Julie lays her words out more carefully than Luke had. He doesn’t mince them, and from him, it was quite the confession, but she wants to erase every shred of doubt left in Reggie’s head. 
“Yes, Reggie. We love you. I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just that—when you ramble, or when you bounce around on stage, or—” 
“When you smile,” Luke interjects softly, and Reggie’s eyes get wide as he’s finally struck by the implications of the song Luke wrote about him. Julie has to smile, herself. 
“Whenever you make a joke you’re really proud of, or you’re really in your element—when you blush—it’s the cutest thing ever. We could go on—” 
“No, I get it now,” he says faintly. His hands tremble, and they grasp them tighter. “Um—thanks.”
Luke barks out a laugh and knocks his knee against Reggie’s. 
“Come on, bro, we just poured our hearts out to you and all you can say is thanks?” 
“I’m equally overwhelmed and appreciative! What’s your excuse for calling me bro, still?” 
She props her chin on Reggie’s shoulder. “It’s a term of endearment from Luke.” 
“Oh,” Reggie breathes. “In hindsight, that’s like—incredibly obvious. But—I love you, too. Both of you, of course, because you’re both ridiculously amazing and like, not that Alex isn’t amazing, but he’s also taken—but you guys have always also been taken with each other so—” 
“Reg.” Luke silences him by placing his fingers on his lips. “Stop trying to rationalize every corner of your heart and kiss us, maybe. Only if you want to.” 
“I don’t need to think about that,” he murmurs. “I want to.” 
Much like everything he’s ever said about playing the banjo, he makes good on his claim. 
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