#Buddy you cheeky fellow

[karabell]

GUYS

He made sure his outfit was soft for hug purposes 🥹

[hotchnersangel]

Late for the reservation

Aaron Hotchner.

ib the song late for the reservation by arthur hill.

warnings: many implications of sex, minors dni, whipped hotch, passionate kissing idrk xxx

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You were a fellow member at the bau, however you were not a profiler, you were the communications liaison- filling jj’s old place with her now being a profiler. In the period of being in the bau, you had started to liaise with Aaron Hotchner. The unit chief of the bau. You were both apprehensive at first, though, it was quickly pushed aside at the infatuation to one another. You aren’t dating, not officially, but you are also too complex to be friends, to be colleagues. You were just casual lovers, part time bed-buddies.

Aaron had booked a fancy restaurant to take you to tonight, not to sound spoilt, but he often did. His love language was definitely through grand gestures and acts of service. He loves spoiling you, you often remind him that he doesn’t need to go out of his way for extravagant offerings but simply being present with you was enough to content you. Though, he always shook his head and gave you his serious look.

Though, once we had returned from the case, it was clear that the reservation may have to be postponed.

From the moment you stepped into your apartment, he was pinning you against the closed door in an instant, kissing you like he had been deprived for a lifetime. Though, he kept it passionate despite the vigorous action. His hand rested on your waist, his other on your neck as you entwine your bodies. Your hands were in his hair, pulling on the slightly gelled strands until it became messy. In a swift motion, he had moved his grip down your ass, offering a loving squeeze before picking you up like you weighed nothing. You had argued with him once to be careful when picking you up, you weren’t exactly the lightest of people, but he quickly shut you down with kisses, telling you he would do what he wants when he has the chance.

He carried you into the kitchen, placing you down on the counter and standing between your legs, kissing you passionately. His hands roam your body and you let a moan slip into his mouth when he pulls you closer to his body. You could feel the outline of him through his pants, enough to know that he was excited to be with you.

You pull away, looking at him and panting, running your fingers through his hair. “Baby… we have a reservation to get to.” You smile softly at him and he stares intently at you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re sick, we can’t make it.” He mumbles, pressing his lips back on yours and you laugh and pull away, looking up at him.

“Oh really? I’m sick?” You smirk as you see him nod.

“Yeah,” he sighs dramatically, “I forgot to tell you that you were feeling under the weather and have to stay home with me.”

“Now, that wouldn’t be very economically sustainable would it Mr. Hotchner?” You shoot back at him.

“How so, Mrs. Hotchner?” He smirks back at you and you take a deep breath in, it being caught in your throat.

“Not there yet, buddy.” You smirk at him and he laughs.

“Sorry, future Mrs. Hotchner.” He shoots back with a cheeky smirk.

“Thats Agent to you, Aaron.” You retort with a small smile, loving the banter between you both. Your cheeks already rosy from the make out session you just shared, like two teenagers. Though, you think you’ve turned ten times rosier from the hint of being his wife. Suddenly, dinner seems less appealing.

“That’s Sir to you.” He looks into your eyes and you pull his tie closer to you.

“Mmm,” you hum staring at his lips, “We are going to be late, Sir.”

You hear his voice hitch in his throat at the action, feeling the grip on your waist tighten. “It wasn’t that important anyway.”

“No, we should go. Aaron, this place has five star reviews.” You say back, looking up at him as you rest your hands flat on his chest now.

“Baby, so do you.” He smirks and kisses your cheek, moving across to your ear then your neck.

You sigh in pleasure. “I want to try it, plus we’ve booked a table for two…”

“We have other things to do.” He states seriously and you laugh, jumping down from the counter and heading into your bedroom to get ready.

“I won’t be long, I promise.” You go to get ready, putting on a silk black dress with lace carved into it. You throw some makeup on, spraying your perfume an extra time to make sure you smell good before you go out. For him. You eventually walk back into your lounge and see him leaning against your kitchen counter, an arm leaning on the side and his phone in his hands. He looks up at the sound of your heels chattering against the wooden floor and his eyes immediately catch onto yours and his face contorts, his chest rising and his jaw laying slack. “Holy fuck.”

You giggle at his remark, feeling the heat on your cheeks as he oggles you, his eyes roaming around your face then falling lower, over your body. He tosses his phone onto the counter and moves closer to you, pulling you into his chest. You rest your hands behind his neck and interlock them as he breathes over your cheek and neck, tickling you slightly but you don’t move. He lets out a deep sigh. “Oh, you’re breathtaking.” He kisses your cheek and you pull back slightly.

“You’re going to ruin my makeup,” you say sternly, looking over at him. He hums and looks over your body again.

“I don’t care, I don’t think we will make it out the door,” he whispers sensually, his hands finding their place back over your waist, hoisting you onto the counter once again. “I’ve got to have you baby,” he mumbles and kisses your neck.

“Oh, you’re going to make us late for the reservation.” You say, giggling at his enthusiasm.

“Guess the waiters gonna wait,” he shrugs and kisses your cheek, looking at you intently.

You laugh at his comment, throwing your head back and he watches with adoration, a small smile kissing his lips. “That’s incredibly rude on them, don’t you think?”

“Just a little bit longer?” He pouts, looking down at you with big doe eyes. You shake your head.

“Maybe five minutes or whatever.” You smirk at him, seeing the relief on his face.

“Give me two.” He kisses your lips one more time before kissing down your body, lifting your dress up, to bunch around your waist.

“Make it one.” You say finally, as he picks you up and lays you on the kitchen floor so he doesn’t contaminate the counters. As if he would leave any trace of you untouched by him.

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a/n: i didnt know whether to include actual smut in this so i’ve made it possible for a part two if anyone is interested in it being finished (or them) sooooo lmk if you liked it cuties

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[6ixtoru]

SINFUL WATCHERS | 04

pairing: s. geto x f!reader // w.c 2.4k

synopsis: Geto Suguru, moulded by the hefty hands of the Lord himself, and his brazen suggestion for him and distant friend/classmate L/n Y/n (Satan's favourite poem and existence opposed by heaven's residents) to anonymously post a video of their lewd entanglement on twitter proves to be more hazardous than one would think. Who knew one viral video could overturn God's plan?

warnings: 18+, heavy smut, modern!uni/alternative!AU, forbidden romance (?), fwb, angst, uploading of NSFW content by characters (basically Twitter p0rn stars), blasphemy, religious imagery/symbolism

series m // chapter 03 // chapter 05

SARCASTICALLY GRINNING, Y/N slumped into the seat opposite Nanami, her other buddy she internally adored. Although she would never sprout such sappy emotions concerning him or Gojo aloud, her relationship with the males differed but remained harmonious when their three personalities merged.

"Where did this sudden mood come from?" Nanami quizzed as the grumpy girl flashed him a nefarious scowl, though it had no effect on him, who was accustomed to her dejected frowns and graceless moments.

Despite her mannerisms, he commended her "unladylike" frame of mind as it was usually directed at Gojo, who they both scolded at times for a multitude of reasons, but more so Nanami, who typically failed to reign him in – the only one able to, being Gojo’s brother from another mother.

Y/n registered the faint concern embedded within his question, and his gesture of reaching over to pat her head nestled within her arms rested upon the table, her hair spread as the y/h/c waterfall was pushed aside so her divine face could still be visible.

The enervated female lightly groaned, although grateful for the check-up and barely nodded, her head raised a few millimetres away from the warm pillow her limbs resembled and squinted due to the brief closure of her eyes before meeting a smidgen of worry cradled within Nanami's round, hazel eyes sometimes further enriched with an infusion of rich umber.

"Nowhere Nanami, but a coffee will do me good." She assured him. Their plans, which included her being graced with the desired beverage, rejuvenated her mood.

Nanami Kento was just striking; his fair complexation, prominent bone structure and blonde hair with a neat parting. It was a surprise he wasn't a heartthrob, though his doting tendencies, maturity/rationality, and wiseness contrasted him from the stereotype – instead, he was Haibara’s (another fellow mutual) best friend and Y/n's beloved companion.

Although he was once a participant in sporting ventures, his commitment to justice ultimately led his adoration for the sport to be pushed aside, and a degree studying multiple aspects of constitutions was favoured instead; law fitting for his unwavering intelligence and stoic persona.

The aloof male shot her a sympathetic nod, understanding her glower until his eyes signalled her moment of serenity was to be disturbed.

"Incoming," he warned.

"L/n, if you're not happy, just smile. No need to be such an emo.” Gojo randomly appeared and abruptly slumped into the seat beside her, offering unsought-for advice.

Y/n swatted his relaxed figure away with her nose scrunched in annoyance whilst he skilfully dodged her harmless attack.

Meanwhile, the male choosing to ruffle her emotions, stifled his raucous giggle and cocked his head back, "Y’know, I think you should appreciate my advice before I start charging a fee.".

"Your words were unsolicited.” She turned and paused to distastefully glare at his presence and quickly nudged his hand away, which sought to embrace her own; his advances greeted with a mock dirty look. “Why are you even here? Go home you fool.".

Gojo's rejection led to his attempt to slap the table lightly, which made out to be louder than intended and rung in everyone's ears, but he lacked remorse for his cheeky antics. "Firstly, ouch. Secondly, I’m waiting for the girl I want to impress, she'll crack eventually.".

Y/n cocked a brow, "That sounds like potential harassment.".

"Not if she asked to meet me." He sharply bit back with his tongue poked out and childish puff from his chest of faux defeat.

"Gojo," Nanami sternly warned, glancing up from his diary she hadn't noticed he'd slipped out, "Stop annoying L/n and being an idiot." Which earned a droopy pout and attempted retort from the scolded playboy.

"Unfortunately, he can only do one of those." She and Nanami snickered which only gifted them a view of Gojo's gritted canines and classy gesture of raising his thin middle finger, which replaced his childish rebukes.

"I question why I consider you one of my closest friends'," Y/n added which they all knew was a blatant falsity. Despite their squabbles, she wouldn't trade Gojo (or Nanami) for anyone else and couldn't imagine life without their dynamics.

About to counter-react, Gojo dramatically cleared his throat with a few pounds against his chest after shooting up from his seat. "I see my lady friend has arrived.".

He graciously saluted them farewell, refusing to show the girl in question stirred him ecstatic as he was adamant she'd be next in line to fawn over him and that her tough front was simply to crack.

Whilst he completely disregarded his two mates and strutted over to the girl he was infatuated with; Gojo's presence was traded with two others instead.

As the two figures approached, Nanami jokingly huffed before greeting them whilst Y/n straightened up with a smile apparent upon seeing Haibara Yu’s fit frame prance towards them, his exuberant personality a loveable characteristics along with his round passionate gaze, additional factors consisted of him being a sports fanatic and old rival against Y/n's secondary school sport’s team – it was a coincidence they all applied to study at the same university but an advantage as it was comforting knowing a few familiar faces would be around.

Alongside Haibara was Gojo Satoru’s best friend, Geto Suguru (who he’d abandoned for a chick, typical – not that Geto would discourage Gojo, but rather caution the consequences of his flirtatious etiquette or entertain his behaviour. Truthfully, it depended on the day and severity of the scene). Their bond was everlasting as Geto balanced Gojo’s dynamic with his own sophistication and humour, a deeper comprehension of each other bestowed beneath the goofy surface of their sacred companionship

"And here I thought you stood me up." She spoke as her smile slipped with one of her brows perfectly drawn up

"Would you have preferred that?" Geto asked in a flat tone with a quirked lip, to which Y/n casually shrugged in response.

Geto allowed his head to drop for a mere second, noir strands obscuring the smirk fighting to appear that tapped out once hearing the laughter between Nanami and Y/n when conversing with Haibara. His optimistic behaviour was never unnoticed, and a majority of the time heightened when joined by Gojo who indulged in the elation.

"An apology for being late would be nice." Y/n interposed jokingly amidst a light chuckle between the pair, who had welcomed themselves a few minutes ago.

"Oh, don't be upset, L/n! I’ll even race you there,” Haibara exclaimed, noting the line separating her brows, adding, "Plus, I don't like when you frown.".

Y/n simply rolled her eyes stuffing one of her hands into her pocket whilst the other rested against her hip, although her glance of appreciation washed over him and encouraged his excited energy.

"I wasn’t frowning – until you mentioned running. So I’ll have to pass unless Nanami would like to take up the offer." she informed with a boyish beam, and Nanami shook his head with faint amusement.

"Absolutely not. I’ll only be doing such, if L/n was hurt or I’m running late for my train." He piped in, his support for Y/n was unquestionable.

Haibara nodded enthusiastically at what he labelled 'witnessing the power of their group’s friendship heighten' – his cheesiness groaned at and sprouted discourse as to why he ruined the moment.

Meanwhile, Geto scrutinised Y/n and Haibara's dispute, which shifted into teasing and unnoticeably narrowed his eyes.

There was nothing wrong with two friends interacting, not at all.

"We should get going," Geto kindly advised, setting off before the other three, who unanimously backed his suggestion and trailed behind his authoritative presence to a site awaiting their presence.

Established fifteen minutes away from their institution of study was a fairly lit café: 'Sakura'. It's origin was generic, being named after its' founder but it served as a refuge for this particular group and their social bonds as its ambience coaxed their inner peace, and aromatic perfume drowned their senses with a secondary place to call home. Furthermore, not many students knew of it, so there weren't many consumers their age, rather customers ranged between their early thirties to the elderly.

It only opened after the sixteenth hour of the day, so a tsunami of decaffeinated humans never emerged; the business's preference for a dispersed amount of customers allowed the group to freely express themselves like the fresh young adults they were in a pleasant environment.

Although it was miniature in comparison to bigger chains, the comfort offered was unmatched.

They offered delicate pastries to large slices of cakes that melted once placed on one's tongue. Alongside those was their medium-sized range of cold to hot drinks, which was quite impressive for a small business – the elderly couple who owned the joint, and their passion was evident in their delectable craft.

The foursome were the first customers of the day as it was early in the evening – so the place hadn't opened too long ago – and swiftly settled down beside the large window, having received their orders.

"You feeling better, by the way, Haibara?" Y/n asked the man sitting beside her, and the straw caught between his taupe lips fell.

"Of course! Geto helped me with my resit," he answered, knowing Y/n's concern regarded the minor fail for his recent coursework in his sports science degree. The other men and herself, were unofficial mentors for Haibara which he greatly appreciated, especially during this instance with Geto’s input and offered expertise, which had been gained from when examining textbooks during his younger years.

"Well, of course he did..." She trailed off, but the praised male couldn't focus on the conversation before him.

The bitter splash of black coffee lunged at his taste buds when he spared a quick sip, eager to neutralise his sugary cravings with a harsh liquid. The craving for sweetness, desperate to be satisfied, was sprinkled in Y/n's addictive kisses; the instinct to tear her away and lead her to a private space for only a few moments cornered him.

Fortunately, the phlegmatic male wasn't the only victim, as Y/n's engagement in chatter was an obvious mechanism to distract herself from remembering the dense tension she encountered a week ago in Geto's car. The overruling pressure was painfully apparent.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to succumb to her needs. Not yet.

Geto placed her in a predicament last time, so it was only correct that she repaid the favour and reciprocated his feelings more clearly.

Beneath the table, Y/n casually slipped a shoe off and slightly nudged his shin with the tip of her toe, forcing his posture to tighten and his attention onto her as he drank in her current stance: her cheek powdered with rosy (almost coral) blush rested within her palm, her elbow a pillar to balance upon the mahogany table whilst a pitiful smirk graced her cherry tinted lips as to question what she was to do with a yearnful individual like himself.

Her smug shift in character graced his sight but went unnoticed by the other two as she dared to drift her toe upwards slightly, a light pressure beneath her lingering stroke.

Whilst Y/n's attention smoothly re-focused upon the other parties, Geto's hadn't despite her advances retreating.

He focused solely on the half-hearted girl he had shared forbidden nights with as his intricate gaze hadn't lacked power either and carried memories Y/n attempted to refrain from glossing over. Her efforts powered through, although she caught herself momentarily reminiscing their previous sexual escapades.

Shuffling around and drumming her fingers from time to time against the table, Geto knew she noticed his constant stares, which swept her conscious into a mild frenzy. He needed someone, and the person he desired was settled a few feet opposite him.

It was the wrong day to be rewinding short-lived sexual fantasies of themselves together. Still, Y/n basked in knowing Geto was undergoing the same process as herself and how prominently it was affecting him, which aroused her, especially since it was in front of friends who were never to know of their rendezvouses.

She was glued to her seat and resumed carrying on like usual whilst his sharp sight observed her relaxed form and her ability to shadow her actual emotions, one Geto generally replicated effortlessly – unless in association with conspicuous, whereby he slightly struggled.

"Right, Geto?" Haibara pursued his reassurance on a topic he hadn't been all that engaged with, unbeknownst to them – the significant moment that highlighted their shared inclination to be draped beneath sinister sheets, disrupted by his best friend.

Haibara's sudden beckon to reality promptly wilted the smutty scenes in both their heads and Y/n thanked God for his call of intervention even though she were to fill him with disgrace once again and make him regret offering her assistance. His tendency to forgive her was spreading thin – unlike his repentance towards Geto, whose involvement was overlooked, a chance for him to surround himself with a lady of morality restored.

The inherent issue was the person he had implicated himself with was someone Satan adored and the lord disproved, which increased his partaking in sexual offences.

Owlishly, Geto blinked and nodded, pretending he had been paying attention — his guarded personality convincing as he wasn't the most vocal anyway.

"Definitely,” He commented, and Haibara pumped his arm into the air.

Unfortunately, Haibara had performed his gesture with his hand tightly gripping his drink. The liquid waves, a replica of rich chocolate, departed when greeted with velvety chunks of squishy marshmallows and slightly sloshed over the cup's edge.

Some brown droplets decorated the surface whilst the remainder of the drink and minuscule bubbles securely clung to the inner circumference, frantically eyed the sizeable waves of cocoa-infused-milk soak the fluff soon to be gnawed upon having survived the sudden jolt.

"Put your drink down first silly," Y/n lightly scolded, wiping away at the drops with a napkin and apologetically peered at the worker fussing behind the counter, who giggled and dismissed the accident whilst Nanami face-palmed and mouthed an apology on Haibara’s behalf.

Whilst wiping the surface, Y/n's hand bumped against Geto's who cleared his throat when her cold skin brushed his. The contrast was stark as her body's chill hadn’t been sensed when her foot touched his clothing.

Was Geto, who awoke their need for each other after the long summer break, to reach out first, or would Y/n, who wanted him just as much as he wanted her?

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[aranryan]

Punch-Out!! Wii Boxers as Pokemon, as written by a die-hard Pokemon fanatic

Contents of post under cut. Hope you all enjoy.

1. Glass Joe - Smeargle

It was a tough toss-up between Smeargle and Masquerain for this one, but I ultimately settled on Smeargle, because I feel the goofy look on Smeargle's face matches Joe's overall silliness better than Masquerain would, and can have the ability Own Tempo which fits Joe better than Masquerain's Intimidate or Unnerve. It's also just as frail as Masquerain is, with pitiful defenses, neither of which stat reaches past 50, and mediocre HP at 55. Although Smeargle is nothing especial at all as a Pokemon, it's become a fan favorite amongst Pokemon fans for its cute and stylish design and its unique niche with Sketch, mirroring Glass Joe's individual charm and longevity within the Punch-Out!! series, despite being as weak as he is.

2. Von Kaiser - Haxorus

Whilst a fair argument could be made in favor of a Pokemon such as one within the Lillipup line or Drampa used to represent Von Kaiser, I feel Haxorus fits him best. They even look similar, with Haxorus' tusks matching Kaiser's moustache, and even their colour schemes are quite close! Haxorus is a fierce Pokemon with a high Attack stat, but it is severely underpowered amongst its fellow Dragon-types and often does not excel in any particular way due to its subpar Speed and defenses. Whilst a good Pokemon on its own and even ranked as high as OU in its prime in Gen V, it was quickly outclassed by other dragons and immediately weakened by the introduction of Fairy-types, which it struggles to counter. This parallels Von Kaiser's boxing history--once a fantastic boxer, now reduced to the lower ranks by age and rustiness.

3. Disco Kid - Kantonian Raichu

A spunky Electric-type Pokemon for a spunky, electric-personality guy! AND they're both blonde! I mean, I dunno, I don't have a complex explanation for this one. I can just so perfectly imagine a Raichu dancing around and just having fun like Disco Kid does. It's not a particularly strong Pokemon, but it has plenty of fans regardless.

4. King Hippo - Hippowdon

This one is pretty self-explanatory, don't you think? King Hippo, Hippowdon...they're just the same picture. A notoriously defensive Pokemon, Hippowdon's Defense stat perfectly mimics King Hippo's Title Defense fighting strategy. Hippowdon's primary benefit as a defensive tank is access to the move Slack Off, which allows it to regain health--and it's pretty obvious that King Hippo does his own fair share of slacking off too, as shown in his intro cutscene. Not only that, but Hippowdon can also learn Stockpile and Swallow via breeding--again similar to how King Hippo can eat masses of food in his intro.

5. Piston Hondo - Scizor

Come on, now. Don't they look identical? From the intense, determined expressions to the red-clad fists to the lean yet strong appearance. Scizor's moveset is full of setup moves that you could easily imagine Hondo would want to learn as techniques for battle in his intense training sessions. Not only that, but Hondo's quick punches are very much like the Bullet Punches which Scizor is known best for in the competitive scene, and are also similar to some of Scizor's other moves, such as Quick Attack, Double Hit and Vacuum Wave.

6. Bear Hugger - Greedent

I bet you were expecting me to assign Bear Hugger Ursaring or Ursaluna, weren't you? But I think Greedent is absolutely perfect for him. The name "Bear Hugger" doesn't necessarily mean he has to be a bear--and besides, it's a cute little nod to his squirrel buddy he fights alongside in Title Defense! Greedent is large and sports a cheeky grin just like Bear Hugger does, not to mention the bountiful fur reminiscent of Bear Hugger's beard. There's not much else to be said here, I think this one is pretty straightforward!

7. Great Tiger - Kantonian Persian

As majestic and self-assured as Great Tiger is, Persian is a fantastic Pokemon to represent him. Not only do they both have a flashy little forehead jewel, and both draw from feline inspirations, Persian's status as a Gen I Normal-type means it gets access to a whole lot of really interesting moves, including Thunderbolt, Icy Wind, Bubblebeam, and--in the case of a special event Meowth--Petal Dance, all useful elemental Special moves that fit Great Tiger with his magical prowess and his gathering of elemental power for his Title Defense fight. Daeen se.

8. Don Flamenco - Roserade

Another pretty self-explanatory assignment. Both have an affinity for beauty and style coupled with a rose association. Not only that, but Roserade's design and name pay homage to masquerade balls, a popular festive activity in Western Europe--which, of course, includes Spain, Don Flamenco's home country. (...they're more popular in Italy and France, but let's not worry about that.)

9. Aran Ryan - Shiny Jolteon

It just wouldn't be right for the lucky bastard to NOT be a Shiny Pokemon, would it? Jolteon's Shiny boasts shockingly (ha) similar colours to Aran's typical palette, with purple eyes and inner ears to match his gloves, and green fur to match his trunks. Jolteon's typical fighting style is also quite similar to that of Aran's in-game movements, as a very annoying fast pivot who chips away at opponents with Volt Switch and disappears back into the party before the enemy can even move. Even despite this, both of these little green nasties remain as fan favorites.

10. Soda Popinski - Salamence

Absolutely large and in charge, the both of them. Aside from pure muscle and size, the two share similarities in ability--Salamence's Intimidate is fitting for, well, Soda's appearance alone, but Moxie is a little more specific and accurate, Salamence's attack boosts matching the way Soda powers himself up with...soda. They're just two big and bulky beasts. It's plain and simple.

11. Bald Bull - Combat Breed Paldean Tauros

Just a total load of bull here. Bald Bull becomes a bull, simple enough. I picked specifically Paldean Tauros for the fact it's fighting type, though, and because of Tauros' brand-new move from Gen IX, Raging Bull, which perfectly parallels Bald Bull's fighting style. I also think, oddly enough, that the Combat Breed Tauros' blunt horns are a little more fitting for Bald Bull than Kantonian, Blaze and Aqua Breeds' sharper horns. This guy is pure muscle--he doesn't need sharp horns to put up a tough fight!

12. Super Macho Man - Druddigon

Bit of a weird pick, sure, but it's the American-flag-coloured dragon from the American region, just think about it! Plus, Druddigon is physically jacked--capable of shattering bouldars--and has massive Attack, just like Macho Man himself. Druddigon's Rough Skin ability is also reminiscent of Macho Man's rigid bodybuilder muscle--which I imagine would have absolutely no softness or elasticity to it, eugh. Being a typical Western-style dragon also means Druddigon would likely enjoy hoarding treasure, similar to the golden cosmetics Macho Man adorns himself with--not to mention his masses of wealth.

13. Mr. Sandman - Krookodile

Of course Mr. "Sand"man has to be a Ground-type. All jokes aside, for a strong, intimidating guy, you need a strong, intimidating Pokemon. And I mean literally--"Intimidate" is one of Krookodile's abilites, as is Moxie, an extremely powerful ability that raises its attack after every KO. Its hidden ability is Anger Point, which is akin to Sandman's temper but also similar to Moxie as well. Krookodile boasts an incredible range of devastating attacks, from Earthquake to Close Combat to Gunk Shot to Stone Edge, as well as an enormous Attack stat. A dedicated, all-out attacker is the absolute pinnacle of a Pokemon to assign to Mr. Sandman.

Let me know what you all think of my assignments! :D

[the-fluff-piece]

Ooh, I’ve never done a request before (so don’t mind me if I do it wrong 😅). If you’re still doing the Follower Prompt stuff: Zoro, #10? Any mood you feel best fits the prompt.

Also, completely unrelated, but I saw that you’re looking for writing buddies. So am I, if you ever want to send me a message. I’d love to talk more about it!

Hello dear fellow caffeine addict, you're doing it absolutely right! I picked a silly mood for this because it's my silly day. And Zoro is a silly person.

This is part of my follower milestone event

And also check my masterlist for the other milestone stories!

Zoro has questions. Like...what's that long thing in your nightstand drawer???

Zoro has the personality of a very aggressive,cheeky cat. When he likes you he also likes all of your things. One day, going through your stuff to touch everything, he makes a BAFFLING discovery!!!

Sfw, just some sexy talk

Fem!reader

Evening, end of another day together. You're in the shower. Zoro loves those moments - when your room fills with the scent of soap while he's waiting on the bed for his evening cuddles. It's a time of excited waiting for the most wonderful person in the world. It makes him giddy. When Zoro gets giddy waiting for you, he needs to occupy himself. Looking at your stuff, the things that are around you all day, he feels he can close the gap your temporary absence leaves in his mind.

His good eye catches your nightstand. There's a book, a scented candle and a small, moon shaped lamp. He already studied that. There's a drawer underneath. He leans over and opens it, looking at the things you keep close while sleeping. He sniffs some kind of lip balm - it smells like vanilla and cinnamon. There's your diary wich he'd love to read but doesn't, and some kind of long object?

He takes it out. It's long and smooth, about the length of your underarm, made of some dark material. A stick? He turns it around in his hand. Smooth. Black. He hears the shower turn off and hastily shoves it back, resuming his waiting position.

The thought about the object vanishes when he sees you in your night gown, coming into his arms to sleep. But at night, he thinks about it some more. He can't ask you directly, there had already been a discussion about him looking into your nightstand. So Zoro does what he always does when he doesn't know something- asking the other guys (except stupid Sanj). Nami called it the council of a single braincell, buy what did she know?

Zoro brought the stick(?) to Chopper, Luffy and Usopp.

"Looks like liquorice. I hate that!" Luffy says studying the black object in their midst.

"I don't thing it's food" Zoro says. He already tried to take a bite, the thing is hard. And tasteless.

"I know what that is!" Usopp says, assuming his knowing thinker pose.

Excited, Zoro leans over: "Yes??? Tell me!"

"Without a doubt, that's a magic wand and y/n is a witch!" He explains to his adoring audience. "They come from the land of magicka! I've been there and almost married the princess" Usopp spins his tale.

Zoro stares wide-eyed. His girl, a witch? He didn't know what to think of that. Depending on how cool the magic was and if she still needed his protection.

"Wow!" Chopper squeaks. "I thought it was for holding meat!" This excited Luffy, instantly changing the mood again.

Zoro leaves them disputing if it is a meat stick or a magic stick. Both options seem valid. He will try and ask Robin, but since she is friends with y/n, he needs to be subtle.

Robin reads in the library as Zoro wanders into the big room he never visits and pretends to look at the books. Boring. So agonisingly boring.

"Zoro, what do you need? Maybe I can help you?" She asks without looking up.

"I uh...search for a book about sticks." Zoro tries to introduce the topic.

"Sticks?" She asks.

"Yeah...y/n's stick is not...sticky enough." He instantly regrets his sentence. Robin looks up.

"What?" She asks.

"So I know women use sticks. In their nightstand. I hoped to find something about that." Zoro tries to get something from her. She turns crimson red.

"Zoro...?" She asks without ending the sentence. "You tell me now what you mean!" Her voice is commanding and firm. She is too smart for him. He sits down next to her.

"I found a stick in her nightstand...what is it???" He spills the question.

"The boys say it's a magic wand!"

"Zoro." Her face is red, and she looks away. "You and Y/n, you love each other?" She asks seriously.

"Yes." Zoro says with absolute certainty.

"And you share a bed" She says.

"Absolutely" He has to grin.

"And you...uhm...do stuff that people do when they're in love? Without pants?" Now she stutters.

"Yes!" Zoro isn't ashamed. It's perfectly natural!

"The stick in her nightstand is like your...she probably uses it to have fun by herself!" Robin looks like she might burn up. "Never ask me again about this!" She throws him out, but he has what he needs.

It was magic, just the sexier kind. "Y/n you dirty, little girl. Not telling me you have a dick in your nightstand!" He says to himself, but still wondering about the shape. It looks nothing like his dick. He'll have to spank her a little tonight for keeping this secret from him.

Evening, finally. Zoro is as excited like it was their first time together. He will surprise her with his knowledge and use her dick stick on her - or maybe she shows him how she uses it on herself? Making a show for him? His grin is as wide as the red line as he is waiting for you.

When you throw yourself on the mattress, he turns to face you and lets his fingers trail over your body.

"Hey beautiful" He says with a husky voice.

"Hey handsome" you answer.

"I thought about something new and sexy to do" He whispers like a conspirator.

"Oh yeah?" You ask, feeling your body tingle in expectation.

"You just have to promise not to be mad..." He says, still sexy and seductive.

"What have you done...?" Now you're getting insecure. When he messes up he really messes.up.

"Found your sex toy" He says. "This is gonna be a hell of a night for all your little holes." He says, getting something from behind his pillow.

You are confused. You don't have sex toys here. Zoro shows you an unnaturally black, stick-like object.

Your eyes widen as you realise what that means.

"That's not a sex toy! It's a...uhm...it's for ice cream!" You lie, hoping the mention of food will distract him.

Now he looks confused (so cute). "No! Robin told me! Women use it for pleasure!" He tries to get the sexy mood back.

"YOU SHOWED IT AROUND YOU BASTARD??" you scream at him. No one should know! This is bad!

"Not to Robin! Luffy, Usopp and Chopper didn't know what it was!" He explains.

Panic takes over your brain. Panic, anger, sadness. An explosive mix of emotions - you lose control.

The wand in Zoro's hand spawns sparks of pure darkness and flies from his hand into yours. A small explosion of mana propells him out of bed. He is back on his feet in an instant.

"Oi wha-" his voice can be too loud. With a flick of your wand you create a bubble of silence in your room. Zoro looks baffled and his mouth moves fast. What to do now? You need to get your broom and flee. They cannot know, they cannot accept...!

You may be a powerful witch, but Zoro is a powerful meatslab of pure muscle and years of training. He closes the distance between you in a blurr and holds you tight - lovingly.

He looks into your face and points to his mouth as he's forming words you cannot hear.

"I...love...you..." You read the exaggerated movements of his lips. You lift the spell and he's screaming on top of his lungs that he loves you - and goes silent as soon as he realises that sound has returned to the world.

"Y/n, you're a witch!" He says brimming with excitement.

"I uh...that's a secret!" You tell him, confused what to feel. "Don't tell any-"

"THAT IS SO AWESOME" He screams, his face looks like he was a boy in a sword store.

"Can you burn stuff? Can you summon demons? CAN YOU MAKE MY SWORDS MAGIC???" You've almost never seen him lose it like that. He seems...Happy? Excited?

"You're not freaked out?" You ask.

"No! Now do magic!" He jumps up and down like a hyper active child on sugar.

You decide to show him the simplest trick in the book: lights.

You don't even need a tool or an incantation. You wave your hand and little sparkling lights dance around the dimly lit room. Zoro tries to touch them, but they're cold illusions without mass. It's delightful to see him so happy. You feared he would reject you if he knew, maybe even hurt you. But now, he is a thousand times more excited than for the ninja tricks.

You notice a tear on his cheek. He turns to you, the lights dancing around him, with a wide grin.

"My girlfriend is a super cool witch! I am so happy!" He exclaims, crying from happiness.

"Now burn stuff down!" He pleads.

"Zoro, we're on a wooden ship. I won't burn down the sunny!" You tell him. Magic fire is fucking dangerous!

"Than...uh..." He seems overwhelmed with the possibilities your magic presents him. You take him in your arms and kiss a salty tear from his eye.

"I know a great spell for invisibility. Let's play tricks on Usopp!" You propose.

"YES" Zoro cries.

This is more exciting to him than any sex toy he might have found. Zoro's mind races with pictures of dragons and magic explosions and turning Sanji into a frog.

Life is so good!

[jayfellows]

Jeremy Fellows leaned back, one hand resting theatrically on his knee while the other theatrically waved a bowling ball around like it contained the secrets of the universe. “And just like the weather, folks,” he announced with a cheeky grin, channeling Paul Rudd’s signature blend of charm and barely-contained mischief, “If you throw it just right, you might strike gold—or just end up in the gutter like my high school gym class!” His friends roared with laughter as he prepared to take his shot, a comical mix of bravado and clumsiness radiating off him as he wobbled like a toddler on roller skates. With a final flourish, he released the ball, which rolled down the lane with all the grace of a hippo attempting ballet—only to veer dramatically left, careening into the gutter. “We SKIDD U NOT, folks! I swear this lane is as crooked as my last Tinder date!” he shouted, blowing an exaggerated kiss to the unsuspecting pins as if they had personally betrayed him. Turning towards the person behind him, Jer grins, "Already buddy, you ready to show the world how it's not done?" he teases his friend. @rededgerpstarterblog

[fumikomiyasaki]

(since I had them on the brain) ​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞ with Petva x Vanessa ​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞ with Petva x Jin-Lou and❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞ with Petva x Lyla

The five senses

❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

On that day, Vanessa was mainly done with her hockey training as she noticed at least one of her fellow lap kitties waiting for her in the audience, Petva looked up at her respectfully as she leaned down to meet their eyes.

"If its isn't my favourite Orange, what brings you here, deary? <3 "

"Thought you might need some attention, beautifull."

"You are sweet... how about you follow me then?"

As she finished getting her stuff she led them back to her dorm and her room... however they noticed something about her usual laid back attitude was different somehow... different in a case of curiousity... and so as she sat down next to them and offered a simple juice they waited for what she wanted to do.

"Kitty, would you mind letting me your hand?"

"Sure I don't know why but go ahead."

With a warm smile Vanessa stroke their palm and relaxed a little.

❝ I can feel your pulse. It jumped. ❞

"Right... you have none, right?"

She showed her vampire teeth and leaned over them.

"Its why it interested me how that is supposed to feel like...thank you my dear orange."

"Its nothing just... Can't even imagine that."

"Well do you want to feel it? You know I could turn you?~ .... Just kidding I probably wouldn't."

Baring her fangs playfully she noticed them drool a little looking at her and leaned back again.

"I do need to still change... you can watch I don't mind.But I need to get out of my hockey jacket."

"YES PLEASE."

❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

On that night, Jin-Lou dragged Petva to her favourite district to get drinks, the defacto china town of the city... the smell of beefbowls and tons of cultural foods drawing them in already... as Jin layed an arm around him.

"Come on this stuff is second rate, this is the real shit I brought you here for."

She pointed to a more fancy looking bar, smirking at them cheeky... both sat down at the front table as Petva layed a hand over her hip as to mark their territory about her... however that lossened up as some of the guests greeted her like she was a buddy... she ordered them both drinks without asking them what they wanted and just told some stories.

"You know these streets used to be quite more messy, but thanks to my skills its far more bareable now... if someone bothers you, you just knock them out and things are fair game. of course outsiders who can't fight won't be attacked, its the way to handle conflicts here... oh wait you gotta try this."

She handed them the glass as if to make a toast as they both downed it... the taste first shivered a little on Petvas tongue untill they suddenly noticed Jin-Lou getting closer.

"This is... not really my taste Jin..."

❝ I’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

Pulling them down for a kiss... suddenly the sweetness of their drink combined with the bitterness of hers on their lips wasn't that bad... it was enjoyable even... keeping their lips locked with her untill they both were done.

"Told you it tasted great, right?"

"If it means I get more of these kisses, count me in."

"Bold kitty... well lets make it a challenge then, how long you can hold it out."

Later they both called Lyla to drag them back home cause they overdid it.

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

Around class time ending she was outside trying to get a breather from all the noises in the building... she already disliked all the noise she heard thanks to all the mind reading her UM did, hence she closes her ears with headphones a lot... sitting in the courtyard she however noticed a familiar face being nearby and took them off... hearing their thoughts.

'Wonder if my hot emerald is already out, I can't wait once she sees what i got her... "

Hearing Petva she sighed and got up from her place... walking up to them and tapping on their shoulder.

❝ I hear you, loud and clear. ❞

"H-huh... where did you came from?"

"You do forget my powers each time, amirite?"

"Fine... guess you found me out..."

They hold out a box to her and placed it in her hands as she opened it with a warm smile.

"Noise cancelling headphones."

"I heard yours had connection problems... Bengal told me the last time you two worked together on a song."

Lyla leaned up to place a kiss on their face and look into their eyes.

"Despite all chaoticness... you know whats important... thank you... this will cause me far less headaches from now on."

"And it will make my thoughts be less heard by you."

With a smirk she pulled them down by their collar to get close.

"Well don't be so sure about that!"

[mrsbsmooth]

Scripts - S6 - Episode 35 (1 of 3)

MC"s heart rate, boys' heart rate, chat with marshall

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island where we’re about to reveal who raised {0}’s heart rate…

NARRATOR: The suspense is raising my heart rate almost as much as the time I did that marathon.

NARRATOR: Not sure if watching all of Love Island back-to-back was the cardio-vascular activity my personal trainer had in mind.

NARRATOR: I told him it counts! He told me to find a different trainer.

NARRATOR: I told him my trainers were comfy. He told me to never call him again… His signal went after that.

NARRATOR: But who’s about to get a signal directly from {0}’s heart?

LITEXT: {0}, your heart was raised the most by…

You glance round at your fellow Islanders.

LITEXT: {0}!

Celebrate!

You jump up and down and punch the air happily.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yay! Exactly the result I wanted.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m pretty damn happy about it myself actually.

{0} glances briefly at Grace, with a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

GRACE_IDLE: Ok, {0}. We get it, you're happy.

{0} glances briefly at Amelia with a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

AMELIA_IDLE: Happy that you’re happy, {0}.

Contemplate this

You bring your knuckles up to your chin in thought.

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, that’s interesting.

{0}_HAPPY: I hope you mean that in a good way.

{0} glances briefly at Grace, with a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

GRACE_IDLE: It certainly is interesting.

{0} glances briefly at Amelia with a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: That is a shocker.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It’s all good though.

Dramatise the news

You dip into a fake swoon.

When you straighten up you lock eyes with {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You were supposed to catch me.

{0}_HAPPY: My bad, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: I expect the unexpected with you.

{0}_HAPPY: Next time, I got you.

{0} glances briefly at Grace, with a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You never fail to bring the drama, {0}.

{0} glances briefly at Amelia with a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

AMELIA_IDLE: My sister, ever the drama queen.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We share that in common.

Act cheeky

You chuckle to yourself and fix {0} with a flirty smile.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, well, well…

PLAYER_IDLE: Totally didn’t want it to be you.

{0}_SURPRISED: You didn’t?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Or did I?

{0}_FLIRTY: Ah, messin’ with me. I see how it is.

{0} glances briefly at Grace, with a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You could take the flirting elsewhere though.

{0} glances briefly at Amelia with a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

AMELIA_IDLE: Get a room, you two.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Cute though.

{0} gets a text.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s me.

He reads out the text.

LITEXT: Boys, now it’s time to find out which girls sent your heart rate soaring. {0}QueenOfHearts {1}BeatingHeartBae

GRACE_IDLE: This could be messy.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, I’ve got a good feeling.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s all in good fun.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Come on then, boys, let’s hear it.

{0} looks down at his phone.

{0}_IDLE: Let’s see who mine was…

LITEXT: {0}, your heart was raised the most by…

LITEXT: {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: No surprises there.

{0}_HAPPY: I could tell. All those times I’ve taken heartbeat readings for dogs and cats.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: My man, sliding in those vet references.

{0}_FLIRTY: Mine was way up there when you were dancing, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: The heart never lies.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Poetic. I could listen to you talk for hours, my man.

{0}_FLIRTY: Mine was beating right out of my chest when you were dancing, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: My heart doesn’t even beat that fast when I’m cornered with no backup in sight.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: He’s talking about his video games.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: At least I think he is.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: If not, you good, buddy?

{0}_HAPPY: Definitely talking about my games.

{0}_FLIRTY: But yeah, my heart was beating so fast when you were dancing, {1}.

Awwwww cute

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Awwww, that's pretty cute.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s me, pretty cute.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We both got each other’s hearts racing.

{0}_HAPPY: I reckon that’s a sign.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Could be.

{0}_HAPPY: My heart is still racing now.

It was really me?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh really, it was me?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: There’s no way you can be shocked by that, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: Even though I know maybe I’m not the person you’re most into in here.

{0}_HAPPY: We are coupled up, after all.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I did get your heart beating fast.

Let’s move on

PLAYER_IDLE: Can we just move on?

PLAYER_IDLE: I want to know the rest of the results.

{0}_IDLE: Not quite the reaction I was hoping for.

{0}_HAPPY: But I am intrigued about the rest of the results.

Another phone pings, everyone’s heads swivel to see Ozzy.

OZZY_IDLE: That’s me. Let’s see what it says.

LITEXT: Ozzy, your heart was raised the most by…

LITEXT: {0}.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh yeah?

OZZY_FLIRTY: Two for two.

OZZY_IDLE: You’re on a winning streak.

PLAYER_IDLE: I am?

OZZY_HAPPY: Looks like it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Whit whoo! Look at you go.

{0}_FLIRTY: A true firecracker.

{0}_IDLE: This doesn’t surprise me at all.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Oh wow.

GRACE_SAD: Guess that just confirms it.

GRACE_SERIOUS: That was sort of a final test in my mind.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: I can’t help how my body reacts, Grace.

Ozzy looks over at you longingly.

GRACE_SAD: I know that.

GRACE_SAD: In the same way I can’t help feeling a little sad about it.

Well I’m happy!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I can’t help feeling happy about it.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I’m sure you can’t, {0}.

GRACE_SAD: I’m not an idiot, I know there is something between you, I just don't wanna know.

GRACE_SAD: I guess you can’t control your heart.

OZZY_IDLE: Appreciate that, Grace.

GRACE_SAD: I guess you can’t control your heart, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

GRACE_SAD: But I can’t blame you, Ozzy. {0} was amazing.

OZZY_IDLE: Thanks, Grace. You’re a wonderful girl.

Sorry, Grace

PLAYER_IDLE: I am sorry, Grace.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Don’t want you to feel sad.

GRACE_SAD: It’s just a weird situation.

GRACE_SAD: I know there might be something going on between you.

GRACE_IDLE: I just don’t know where my own head is at either.

OZZY_SAD: Sorry for being messy. Never wanted to cause you any hurt.

GRACE_IDLE: Even if there’s nothing going on between you two.

GRACE_SAD: This shows that you aren’t 100% for me, Oz.

OZZY_SAD: And I’m sorry for that, Grace.

Ok, let’s keep going

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s keep going.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Avoid this awkwardness.

PLAYER_IDLE: For now.

GRACE_IDLE: Maybe you’re right, {0}.

*How didn’t you see this coming?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Grace, you really didn’t see this coming?

GRACE_SURPRISED: What?!

PLAYER_IDLE: Are you really surprised by this result!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s obvious to everyone that Ozzy’s head is on me!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You’ve gotta stop with the tests. None of them have worked.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I mean, she’s not wrong. He’s failed every single one.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: You’ve been testing me?

GRACE_SAD: I’m just trying to see if this is worth it.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: How can I chill when I know your head isn’t all on me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I told Ozzy to focus on you, Grace!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s between you guys, not me.

OZZY_SERIOUS: She’s right, Grace. We can’t keep doing this.

GRACE_SAD: I know but I can’t help jumping to the defence.

GRACE_SAD: It must mean something if your heart rate was the highest for {0}!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I get that but we can’t help how we feel. Oz obviously likes me and I like him.

PLAYER_IDLE: We have to follow our hearts.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: We have something between us and need to explore that.

GRACE_SAD: Does it have to be in my face?

OZZY_SAD: We live in a villa, Grace. It’s not meant to be in your face.

OZZY_IDLE: We said we’d try and be cool about it.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: It’s hard to watch, you know?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: We’re all in the same boat, Grace!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re here to follow our hearts and not being sure if someone’s all in is part of it.

PLAYER_IDLE: I haven’t figured out my feelings yet.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why can’t we just have fun while we’re here?

GRACE_SAD: That’s easy for you to say. You’re the one raising heart rates!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Boys come and go, you’ve gotta back yourself.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You said it, {0}.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: True. I shouldn’t stress. It’s just a game.

GRACE_IDLE: Can’t help it if you can move. Especially in that outfit.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We all smashed it.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Two boys in a row though. That’s an achievement.

OZZY_HAPPY: I have a feeling I won’t be the last.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Girl’s got a gift.

{0}_FLIRTY: The gift of spiciness.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Aw, you guys.

{0}’s phone pings.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wonder who it will be…

He reads the text out.

LITEXT: {0}, your heart was raised the most by…

LITEXT: {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m almost jealous.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Almost.

TOBY_FLIRTY: You don’t need to be jealous.

TOBY_FLIRTY: We haven’t got to mine yet.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Hoping I’ve got that one in the bag.

She blows Toby a kiss.

GRACE_HAPPY: Can we be a little jealous and impressed?

GRACE_HAPPY: Because that’s me right now.

{0}_IDLE: What are you thinking, {1}?

I love the attention

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m basking in the attention.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Super flattering.

{0}_IDLE: Well, you are a gorgeous girl.

{0}_IDLE: It’s only natural that you got my heart pumping.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It is a bit awkward for me though.

{0}_IDLE: Because I don’t think you see me that way.

PLAYER_IDLE: I get you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know how to move.

{0}_FLIRTY: It was hot.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I try.

It’s too much

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It’s a little much.

PLAYER_IDLE: I feel a bit awkward.

{0}_IDLE: Because we’re not a thing?

{0}_IDLE: It’s cool, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s a bit awkward for me too.

{0}_IDLE: But I still think you’re gorgeous.

{0}_HAPPY: And clearly so does my heart.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not helping the awkwardness.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Just being honest.

{0}_IDLE: Because of all the attention?

{0}_FLIRTY: A lot of eyes were on you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not helping with the awkwardness.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll stop talking now.

I don’t really care

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m honestly not bothered.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s just a challenge.

{0}_IDLE: Good point.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m glad you don’t think it’s a big deal.

{0}_IDLE: Since you did kinda put me in the friendzone.

{0}_IDLE: I still think you’re gorgeous.

{0}_HAPPY: And clearly so does my heart.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe the heart monitor was broken.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I doubt it.

{0}_IDLE: A challenge you clearly nailed though.

{0}_FLIRTY: A lot of eyes were on you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Eyes were everywhere.

PLAYER_IDLE: I couldn’t keep track.

{0}_HAPPY: If you say so.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Alright, we can all come to the conclusion that {0}’s on fire.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I thought I could smell burning.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re not cooking toast again are you, Marshall?

Marshall laughs.

TOBY_SURPRISED: Um, I think something actually is burning.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, that might be my hair.

{0}_HAPPY: I went a bit overboard with my styling tools.

PLAYER_IDLE: Or it could just be the massive Firepit we’re all gathered round.

{0}_HAPPY: I like that explanation better.

A phone pings!

TOBY_HAPPY: It’s me.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Let’s hear it, Tobes.

LITEXT: Toby, your heart rate was raised most by…

LITEXT: Amelia.

TOBY_HAPPY: Obvs.

TOBY_FLIRTY: Can still feel my heart banging like a kick drum even now.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I love that.

GRACE_HAPPY: Cuties.

Cuties indeed

PLAYER_HAPPY: Cuties indeed, happy for you both.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yay!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I definitely approve.

TOBY_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}.

TOBY_HAPPY: I can tell it means a lot to Amelia.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It definitely does.

PLAYER_IDLE: I can definitely see it now with you two.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I knew you’d come around.

TOBY_IDLE: I’m a good guy, {0}.

TOBY_HAPPY: I swear it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can see that.

AMELIA_IDLE: I know you didn’t really wanna be involved.

AMELIA_IDLE: So that means a lot to me.

TOBY_HAPPY: And to me.

Ew, not cute

PLAYER_IDLE: Ew, that’s not cute.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Aw, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m allowed to be protective.

AMELIA_IDLE: Of course you are.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But you told me to go all in.

AMELIA_IDLE: I kinda thought you approved.

TOBY_HAPPY: I’ll do whatever it takes to convince you, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s good to hear.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m allowed to be protective.

AMELIA_IDLE: Absolutely.

AMELIA_IDLE: I know you’re not totally sure if we’ll work out.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But you gotta trust me on this.

TOBY_IDLE: I’m a good guy, {0}.

TOBY_SERIOUS: I swear it.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll have to get to know you better.

AMELIA_IDLE: I know you’re not that fussed.

AMELIA_IDLE: But we can still be happy for each other.

PLAYER_IDLE: I guess.

TOBY_IDLE: I’ll get on your good side somehow, {0}.

Moving on

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s move on.

AMELIA_IDLE: {0}, let us have our moment.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Whether you like it or not, we’re Grace certified cuties.

TOBY_HAPPY: That we are.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I knew your heart was set on me, Tobes.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: It’s definitely a sign.

TOBY_HAPPY: The most signiest sign that ever signed.

TOBY_FLIRTY: My heart knows what’s up.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I’m happy for you both.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I think.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Thanks, Marshall.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I think.

Marshall’s phone pings. He looks down at his phone.

LITEXT: Marshall, your heart rate was raised most by…

LITEXT: Grace.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: Wow, interesting.

GRACE_SURPRISED: No way!

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Shut the front door!

PLAYER_IDLE: Grace, you good?

GRACE_IDLE: This villa!

{0}_SURPRISED: It does like to throw curveballs.

GRACE_IDLE: Just processing.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Same.

GRACE_HAPPY: I knew I’d make an impression on somebody.

{0}_FLIRTY: Heck yes you did!

GRACE_IDLE: Just didn’t think it would be you, Marsh.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I mean…

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You were sexy, what else can I say.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Intriguing.

Marshall catches your eye.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Although, {0}, I was sure you raised my heart the most.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Your moves were out of this world.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yes they were.

GRACE_IDLE: Maybe I’m set on the wrong brother.

GRACE_HAPPY: No offence, Oz.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Erm, some taken.

GRACE_IDLE: It’s just unexpected, that’s all.

GRACE_HAPPY: Anyway, {0} swept the heart rate board so she’s the real star here.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You hear that, {0}? You were amazing.

Take your curtsy

You stand up and take a little curtsy in front of your fellow Islanders.

They clap and cheer for you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you, thank you.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Queen.

GRACE_HAPPY: Excuse me, I think you’ll find I’m the queen?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ooops.

{0}_FLIRTY: There’s room for more than one queen of hearts.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s true.

Brush it off

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh nah, please.

PLAYER_IDLE: You were all awesome.

AMELIA_HAPPY: True, we kinda were.

GRACE_HAPPY: It’s no easy feat to shake our booties like that in front of each other.

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly, could have been so cringe.

{0}_FLIRTY: But we went for it.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And we all thank you for that.

Act bashful

You bring your hands up to your cheeks and blush.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Aw no. Stop it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m shy now.

AMELIA_HAPPY: No way!

{0}_FLIRTY: Defo weren’t shy when you were dancing your butt off.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Touché.

I’ve had enough of this challenge

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve definitely had enough of this challenge.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m ready to move on.

GRACE_IDLE: I suppose there’s only so much sexy dancing we can enjoy.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Unfortunately.

GRACE_HAPPY: Debrief, babes?

{0}_IDLE: Huh?

GRACE_FLIRTY: No boys allowed, bless your heart.

{0}_HAPPY: Boys can debrief too.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: What if we’re not wearing any.

OZZY_HAPPY: Never am.

{0}_IDLE: What is he going on about?

TOBY_HAPPY: Aha. Funny.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Knew the underwear model would get it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Come on, girls.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yeah, away from this riff-raff.

You and the girls head to the terrace for a post challenge catch up.

GRACE_HAPPY: I have to say, I think that was one of my favourite challenges.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Even if the results weren’t what I was expecting.

GRACE_FLIRTY: I feel so sexy and confident when I dance.

CHLOE_HAPPY: Yessss!

CHLOE_FLIRTY: That’s why I adore it so much!

GRACE_FLIRTY: Kudos to you for being a ballerina and pulling those sexy moves off.

GRACE_HAPPY: We love a versatile babe.

CHLOE_FLIRTY: They don’t call me the sugar bum fairy for nothing, ya know.

PLAYER_HAPPY: They call you that?

CHLOE_HAPPY: In the inner ballet circles, yup.

CHLOE_FLIRTY: Pretty sure there’s a video of me shaking my booty in my sugar plum fairy outfit.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I’d love to see that.

CHLOE_FLIRTY: I’d love for {0} to see it too.

{0}_FLIRTY: Catch the Love Island girl group coming to an arena near you.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’m so down.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Can any of you sing?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Erm, pretty sure even my shampoo bottles booed me offstage.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh dear.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We were all a hit.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: But you really had the boys in the palm of your hand, {0}.

I know

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I know I did.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I kinda owned it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: They were all in awe.

{0}_FLIRTY: They weren’t the only ones.

Not really

PLAYER_IDLE: I didn’t really.

PLAYER_IDLE: They were into everyone.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Don’t be humble.

AMELIA_IDLE: You raised the most hearts.

GRACE_HAPPY: She’s right, you swept the board.

I was focused on one person

PLAYER_IDLE: I was really only trying to focus on one person.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Oh yeah?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I think we all know who that is.

{0}_FLIRTY: Lucky me…

GRACE_SERIOUS: I do have to bring up the final recoupling.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Because my head is honestly all over the place.

AMELIA_IDLE: I’m not surprised!

GRACE_SAD: I think deep down I knew Ozzy’s heart would be raised most by you, {0}.

GRACE_IDLE: It’s a telltale sign that he’s just not that into me.

TRUE

PLAYER_IDLE: True, his head is clearly elsewhere.

GRACE_IDLE: I just have to accept that.

GRACE_HAPPY: Onwards and upwards.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: That was my best fake smile.

{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t tell.

That might not be true

PLAYER_IDLE: That might not be true.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe his head is just as scrambled.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You think so?

GRACE_IDLE: I just don’t wanna act like a fool.

GRACE_IDLE: Especially because I know you’ve been into him.

GRACE_SAD: And maybe you’d want to pick him.

PLAYER_IDLE: Nothing is decided yet.

What about Marshall?

PLAYER_IDLE: What about that whole Marshall situation?

GRACE_SURPRISED: Oh yeah!

{0}_IDLE: That was totally unexpected.

{0}_HAPPY: Not because you’re not gorgeous by the way, Grace.

GRACE_SURPRISED: The Marshall thing really threw me!

AMELIA_IDLE: Would it be weird for you?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Hmmm, that’s what I’m wondering.

GRACE_IDLE: Like, they’re so different.

PLAYER_IDLE: They really are.

{0}_FLIRTY: But they do have the same pretty face.

AMELIA_IDLE: You just never know who he might be into.

Amelia gives you a subtle nudge.

GRACE_IDLE: Yeah, he’s sort of mysterious.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Maybe that’s why me and him didn’t work.

AMELIA_IDLE: He just wasn’t all for me.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Toby on the other hand…

{0}_FLIRTY: Your eyes light up when you talk about him.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I guess they do.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m actually sort of excited for the final recoupling.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m so set on Tobes, I feel like it’s a bit too easy for me.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: The heart rate challenge really solidified that for me.

AMELIA_IDLE: Did the challenge change anything for you, {0}?

Yes!

PLAYER_IDLE: Yes, I think it might have done.

AMELIA_IDLE: Interesting…

{0} glances over at you, concern in her eyes.

AMELIA_HAPPY: A lot can change in a challenge like that.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But it seems like you knew who your heart was set on.

No

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope. A challenge wouldn’t change my mind.

PLAYER_IDLE: If I know, then I know.

GRACE_IDLE: Good to know.

AMELIA_HAPPY: That’s a lot of knows.

{0} glances over at you, hope in her eyes.

I’m still thinking

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m still thinking about it.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to make any sudden decisions.

AMELIA_IDLE: I hear that.

GRACE_IDLE: It has to be natural.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yeah, you have to feel like they’re the one for you.

{0} glances over at you with a hopeful smile.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: You really don’t have long to make your final choices though, girls!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Good point!

GRACE_IDLE: Where’s your heart at, {0}?

{0}_IDLE: Honestly, I think the results of the challenge speak for themselves.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll just have to see how it all plays out.

{0}_FLIRTY: I raised her heart the most so…

{0}_IDLE: I’m not too sure.

{0}_HAPPY: Me and {1} are buds for life now.

{0}_IDLE: So could be another friendship couple for me.

{0}_IDLE: But it all depends really.

FLO_HAPPY: Feels like your gal just got here!

FLO_FLIRTY: So I’m really just gonna have to see what the vibes are tonight.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Well this is our last chance to get out there and graft.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Big decisions to be made.

PLAYER_IDLE: Big decisions indeed.

You head off to speak to the others one final time before the recoupling, your mind racing with the possibilities.

&LoversNook: Marshall

&Pool: {0}

&Bedroom: {0}

&RoofTerrace: Ozzy

You catch Marshall kicking back on the swing seat.

He spots you coming and smiles, shifting his legs a bit to let you sit beside him.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: It’s {0}, resident heartbreaker and heart rate raiser.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Heartbreaker?

MARSHALL_IDLE: I dunno, sounded cool when I said it in my head.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Bit of a half-rhyme.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Do you deny that you’ve had to break some hearts?

I deny!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I flat out deny!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I see the twinkle in your eyes.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: The lady doth protest too much.

PLAYER_IDLE: No comment.

MARSHALL_IDLE: It’s not a bad thing, just means you’ve been in high demand.

I can’t deny

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m not even gonna try and deny it.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Good! Own it, you’ve clearly got something special.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Pizzaz.

PLAYER_IDLE: That word was a choice…

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Don’t even know where I got it from.

I neither confirm nor deny

PLAYER_IDLE: I can neither confirm nor deny.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Very good answer.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Feel like I’m in a court of law.

PLAYER_IDLE: My court of law.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Reminds me of you in that challenge back at Casa Amor.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You made a hot judge.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ll take that as a compliment.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Fair and hot, winning combo.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I’m glad you came over.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah?

MARSHALL_IDLE: I was gonna come grab you.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: After Grace and the heart rate thing.

MARSHALL_IDLE: She’s awesome, but we’re not compatible.

You definitely aren’t

PLAYER_IDLE: I definitely don’t see it.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I thought so.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Plus, me and Oz have only just started to patch things up.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Would be snakey to go after Grace, even if I wanted to.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Aaaand I’ve kinda got my eye on this other hot babe in the villa.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Don’t know if you know her?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’re talking about me?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Duh.

You could be

PLAYER_IDLE: You could be good together.

PLAYER_IDLE: But I guess you’ve never thought of her like that.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Yeah and I don’t think I’ll start.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Me and Oz are finally patching things up.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I wouldn’t want to mess with that.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’ve got eyes for another cute girl in the villa anyways.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh yeah? Me?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yup.

It’s not my business

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s not really my business.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to get involved.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Wise to be fair.

MARSHALL_IDLE: It’s easy to get caught up in other people’s drama in here.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: And I definitely don’t want to get into the whole Oz and Grace situation.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I won’t risk messing up mine and Ozzy’s relationship again.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’m kind of into another cute girl anyway.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Me?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Isn’t it obvious?

MARSHALL_IDLE: I don’t really know what’s gonna happen for me at the final recoupling.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Since you broke my little heart when you rejected me.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I do live up to that heartbreaker nickname?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Don’t worry, {0}. I’m messing with you.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I get why you wouldn’t want to go there with me.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: If I go home then at least I got the chance to meet some awesome people.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: And some interesting people…

PLAYER_IDLE: Hamish?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You got it.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: {0} is definitely a bro for life.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: And the future's looking bright for me and Ozzy too.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: So don’t worry about me. Go do what you gotta do.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: My head has well and truly been turned.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You and I would have so much fun together, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Do you think so?

MARSHALL_IDLE: Absolutely, there’s this raw attraction between us.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Something I should have paid more attention to back in Casa Amor.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Especially on our beach date.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: The sparks were flying.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And I wanted to take it further with you.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’m gazing into a crystal ball right now, à la Francis.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: And I can see a fun, carefree, wild future ahead of us.

I’m intrigued

PLAYER_IDLE: That does sound intriguing.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe I can see that in your hypothetical crystal ball too.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: Woah, who says it’s a hypothetical crystal ball.

He holds his hands out to mimic holding a sphere.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: See?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh suuuuuuure.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I need to stop. You make me giddy, {0}.

I’m not into it

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not really into that sort of future.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Maybe I just described it wrong.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We could sculpt our perfect future.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Wow, I really do sound like Francis.

What about Amelia?

PLAYER_IDLE: What about Amelia though?

MARSHALL_IDLE: We aren’t talking about Amelia.

MARSHALL_IDLE: We’re talking about you and me.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Amelia has moved on and so have I.

MARSHALL_IDLE: We clearly weren’t suited.

PLAYER_IDLE: I guess not.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I think me and you work.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We make sense together.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: In the best way.

PLAYER_IDLE: You sound pretty sure.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Oh, I am.

MARSHALL_IDLE: It should have been you in the first place.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s not a negative towards Amelia.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I just chose wrong.

You did choose wrong

PLAYER_IDLE: I think you did make the wrong choice.

PLAYER_IDLE: I was there all along.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Better suited to you than Amelia.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I’m both glad and ashamed that you feel the same.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Because I’m kicking myself for not clocking it sooner.

You made the right choice

PLAYER_IDLE: You made the right choice with Amelia.

PLAYER_IDLE: You made that decision for a reason.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Hmmm, I’m not so sure.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But I guess it still led me here to this moment with you.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Look, I know I’m not necessarily the best at being romantic but…

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I did get your heart racing.

PLAYER_IDLE: You did.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I feel like that has to mean something.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And I’d like to raise your heart rate a little more.

MARSHALL_IDLE: If you wanna stay a bit longer and chat.

*I’d like that

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can chat for a bit longer.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If you move over a little.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: Ah, I’m hopeless.

He pops his legs off the swing seat to give you space to scooch a little closer.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Is that better?

That’s fine

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s fine.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Good, I promise to have more spatial awareness in future.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Because I properly want you to be closer to me.

I think we could get closer

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we could be closer.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You don’t need to tell me twice.

He moves even closer to you, until his thigh grazes yours.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: This close?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: For now.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’ve been thinking about the Snog, Marry, Pie challenge too.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Yeah, like how lucky am I that you married me.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hate to break it to you, Marsh.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah, I know it was just a game.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: But still…

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You married me and I raised your heart the most with my ludicrously hot moves.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Modest.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And I’d make a gorgeous groom.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Yeah, like how gutted I am that you didn’t choose to marry me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’d make a gorgeous groom.

Totally

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Totally, can see you in a tux.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Full coat and tails.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Maybe a bowler hat.

PLAYER_IDLE: Erm…

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Too far, too far.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You’d be a stunning bride though.

Bring on the wedding night!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I say bring on the wedding night!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Oh, heck yeah.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I like the way you’re thinking.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Quick service, wedding buffet, memorable first dance, then privacy…

Woah, slow down

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Woah, slow down, Marshall.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Just playing, {0}.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I know we’re a way off that kind of life event.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But who knows what the future holds, right?

PLAYER_IDLE: True.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But I really can see a future with you.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Outside of here, I mean.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s hard to look past the villa sometimes.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: That’s what makes me so sure about you.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I keep thinking about doing ordinary things with you.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Like cooking pasta and watching tv.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You watching me mow the lawn with my shirt off.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Or me watching you mow the lawn with your shirt off.

That sounds dreamy

PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds like a dream.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want somebody to do all those small everyday things with too.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Music to my ears.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And I like the sound of the lawn care system.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: We can take it in turns.

That sounds like a nightmare

PLAYER_IDLE: That sounds sort of nightmarish.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure I’m ready for that yet.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s ok.

MARSHALL_IDLE: We can focus on what we have here.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: And we can figure out the little things much later down the line.

We’ll have to see about that

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have to see about that.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Indeed we will.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We can figure out the little things later down the line.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I think you could be it for me though.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: So I feel like I want to open up and tell you something about myself.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Something I’ve been too guarded to say before.

PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I think I tend to push people away.

MARSHALL_IDLE: In a kind of balance between accidentally and on purpose, if that makes sense?

PLAYER_IDLE: Go on…

MARSHALL_IDLE: My life can be so fast-paced.

MARSHALL_IDLE: And I’m a fast-paced guy.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I’ve been looking for somebody who I can really be myself around.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Somebody I can slow down with.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We’re both ambitious people.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I know you haven’t entirely figured out your career yet.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But you’ve got that drive in you.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I think we’ll balance each other out.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We can push each other to go far.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But we can also remind one another to have those beautiful, blissful slow moments.

PLAYER_IDLE: Like right now?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yeah, it just feels so right to me.

Thanks for letting me in

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you for letting me in.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s nice to see you open up.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Thank you for listening.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I want us to be able to share things like that.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I’ve never really had that in my past relationships.

I think that was too much info

PLAYER_IDLE: That was a bit too much to take in right now.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Maybe I overshared.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s a first for me.

I can relate to that

PLAYER_IDLE: I can relate to that.

PLAYER_IDLE: It feels easier to be guarded, because we don’t know what to expect.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: That’s exactly it.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I feel like we understand each other.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Wow, I need to shake myself.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Your eyes are pulling me in.

Lean in and kiss him

You lean in to meet Marshall’s lips. The kiss is tender and sweet.

His fingers trace your thigh as the passion builds.

You bring your hands up to clutch his hair, pulling him even deeper into this blissful kiss.

When you finally break away he kisses your cheek gently.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You blow my mind, {0}.

Lean in and hug him

You lean in and bury your head in Marshall’s chest.

You can hear his heart beating fast as he envelops you in his strong tattooed arms.

He strokes your upper arm gently and sighs.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I could really get used to this.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Me too.

Dazzle him with your eyes

You gaze deep into Marshall’s eyes, fluttering your lashes delicately.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just trying to dazzle you for now.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Consider me dazzled, captivated, and bewitched.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’m touched you chose to spend this extra time with me, {0}.

I’ve got others to chat to

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got other people I want to chat to.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: Besides me?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I reckon you could spare some more time.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: To get a little more comfortable, flirt a bit more…

*Let’s chat

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can chat for a bit longer.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If you move over a little.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: Ah, I’m hopeless.

He pops his legs off the swing seat to give you space to scooch a little closer.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Is that better?

That’s fine

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s fine.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Good, I promise to have more spatial awareness in future.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Because I properly want you to be closer to me.

I think we could get closer

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we could be closer.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You don’t need to tell me twice.

He moves even closer to you, until his thigh grazes yours.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: This close?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: For now.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’ve been thinking about the Snog, Marry, Pie challenge too.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Yeah, like how lucky am I that you married me.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hate to break it to you, Marsh.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah, I know it was just a game.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: But still…

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You married me and I raised your heart the most with my ludicrously hot moves.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Modest.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And I’d make a gorgeous groom.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Yeah, like how gutted I am that you didn’t choose to marry me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’d make a gorgeous groom.

Totally

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Totally, can see you in a tux.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Full coat and tails.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Maybe a bowler hat.

PLAYER_IDLE: Erm…

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Too far, too far.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You’d be a stunning bride though.

Bring on the wedding night!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I say bring on the wedding night!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Oh, heck yeah.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I like the way you’re thinking.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Quick service, wedding buffet, memorable first dance, then privacy…

Woah, slow down

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Woah, slow down, Marshall.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Just playing, {0}.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I know we’re a way off that kind of life event.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But who knows what the future holds, right?

PLAYER_IDLE: True.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But I really can see a future with you.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Outside of here, I mean.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s hard to look past the villa sometimes.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: That’s what makes me so sure about you.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I keep thinking about doing ordinary things with you.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Like cooking pasta and watching tv.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You watching me mow the lawn with my shirt off.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Or me watching you mow the lawn with your shirt off.

That sounds dreamy

PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds like a dream.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want somebody to do all those small everyday things with too.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Music to my ears.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And I like the sound of the lawn care system.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: We can take it in turns.

That sounds like a nightmare

PLAYER_IDLE: That sounds sort of nightmarish.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure I’m ready for that yet.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s ok.

MARSHALL_IDLE: We can focus on what we have here.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: And we can figure out the little things much later down the line.

We’ll have to see about that

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have to see about that.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Indeed we will.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We can figure out the little things later down the line.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I think you could be it for me though.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: So I feel like I want to open up and tell you something about myself.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Something I’ve been too guarded to say before.

PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I think I tend to push people away.

MARSHALL_IDLE: In a kind of balance between accidentally and on purpose, if that makes sense?

PLAYER_IDLE: Go on…

MARSHALL_IDLE: My life can be so fast-paced.

MARSHALL_IDLE: And I’m a fast-paced guy.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I’ve been looking for somebody who I can really be myself around.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Somebody I can slow down with.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We’re both ambitious people.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I know you haven’t entirely figured out your career yet.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But you’ve got that drive in you.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I think we’ll balance each other out.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We can push each other to go far.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But we can also remind one another to have those beautiful, blissful slow moments.

PLAYER_IDLE: Like right now?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yeah, it just feels so right to me.

Thanks for letting me in

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you for letting me in.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s nice to see you open up.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Thank you for listening.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I want us to be able to share things like that.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I’ve never really had that in my past relationships.

I think that was too much info

PLAYER_IDLE: That was a bit too much to take in right now.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Maybe I overshared.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s a first for me.

I can relate to that

PLAYER_IDLE: I can relate to that.

PLAYER_IDLE: It feels easier to be guarded, because we don’t know what to expect.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: That’s exactly it.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I feel like we understand each other.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Wow, I need to shake myself.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Your eyes are pulling me in.

Lean in and kiss him

You lean in to meet Marshall’s lips. The kiss is tender and sweet.

His fingers trace your thigh as the passion builds.

You bring your hands up to clutch his hair, pulling him even deeper into this blissful kiss.

When you finally break away he kisses your cheek gently.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You blow my mind, {0}.

Lean in and hug him

You lean in and bury your head in Marshall’s chest.

You can hear his heart beating fast as he envelops you in his strong tattooed arms.

He strokes your upper arm gently and sighs.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I could really get used to this.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Me too.

Dazzle him with your eyes

You gaze deep into Marshall’s eyes, fluttering your lashes delicately.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just trying to dazzle you for now.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Consider me dazzled, captivated, and bewitched.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’m touched you chose to spend this extra time with me, {0}.

No thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: No really, I’ve got people to see.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Ok, {0}.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I loved chatting to you.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I know that you didn’t choose to marry me in Snog, Marry, Pie.

MARSHALL_IDLE: And I don’t blame you to be honest.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I’ve been less than perfect so far.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But with the final recoupling coming up, I’ve got stuff I need to say to you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What kind of stuff?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Well, I guess, erm…

Marshall looks pensive and unusually shy.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Man, I’m getting nervous. I never get nervous.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What is it, Marshall?

Marshall glances away momentarily, and then looks deep into your eyes. He forces himself to go on.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I put on an act sometimes… I put it on a lot to be honest.

MARSHALL_SAD: And I think that’s why I haven’t found love before.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Proper love, I mean.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: What do you mean by act?

MARSHALL_IDLE: I guess I deflect from my real feelings and don’t let people in.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But I feel like it might be too late if I don’t do that now.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: So, I want to open up to you and let you in.

*Let’s hear it then

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s time you opened up, Marshall.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Well, here goes.

You join him on the swing seat and he looks into your eyes tenderly.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Well, your head might be leaning towards someone else.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But, I think you could be it for me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What do you mean?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I can’t even think about being with anyone else in here.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: So I feel like I need to open up.

MARSHALL_IDLE: And tell you something I’ve been too guarded to say before.

PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I think I tend to push people away.

MARSHALL_IDLE: In a kind of balance between accidentally and on purpose, if that makes sense?

PLAYER_IDLE: Go on…

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I give off this fun and chill vibe.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Like nothing bothers me. Nothing gets to me. No one gets to me.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But they do. You do, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I get to you?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You know you do.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: In the past when I’ve got close to someone, I’ve run away.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Deep down because I’m scared of getting hurt I guess.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Ozzy always said it was a defence mechanism, and he’s right.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: He was always the wise one.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But anyway, in Casa Amor I couldn’t run away.

MARSHALL_SAD: So I pushed you away instead.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I tried to focus on Amelia. It felt like our connection wasn’t as deep.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I guess I didn’t see a future with her.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You explored it with her because you <i>didn’t</i> see a future?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I know that sounds stupid, and it is.

MARSHALL_SAD: But if something’s a short term thing you can’t fall deep.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Or get hurt. It’s low stakes. Fun. My default.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But with you I always saw a future. Always knew you could break my heart.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: And that’s why I gave you mixed signals.

MARSHALL_SAD: And it wasn’t cool.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I felt that I could be fun Marshall with Amelia.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But with you, I felt like I could be every version of me.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: The me that isn’t always cracking jokes or being the centre of attention.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: The me that doesn’t run away, even when I’m scared of being hurt.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: The me that slows down and stops living life at full throttle.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’ve been looking for somebody who I can really be myself around.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And everything’s telling me that you’re that person.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s interesting to hear.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I think we’ll complement each other.

MARSHALL_IDLE: And remind each another to have those beautiful slow moments.

PLAYER_IDLE: Like right now?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yeah, it just feels so right to me.

Thanks for opening up

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you for letting me in.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s nice to see you open up.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Thank you for listening.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I want us to be able to share things like that.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I’ve never really had that in my past relationships.

That was a lot of info

PLAYER_IDLE: That was a lot to take in right now.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Maybe I overshared.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s a first for me.

I can relate to that

PLAYER_IDLE: I can relate to that.

PLAYER_IDLE: It feels easier to be guarded, because we don’t know what to expect.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: That’s exactly it.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I feel like we understand each other.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But I really can see a future with you.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Outside of here, I mean.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yes! That’s what makes me so sure about you.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I keep thinking about doing ordinary things with you.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Like cooking pasta and watching tv.

That sounds dreamy

PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds like a dream.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want somebody to do all those small everyday things with too.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Music to my ears.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.

That sounds like a nightmare

PLAYER_IDLE: That sounds sort of nightmarish.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure I’m ready for that yet.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s ok.

MARSHALL_IDLE: We can focus on what we have here.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: And we can figure out the little things much later down the line.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: If you wanted to, that is.

We’ll have to see about that

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have to see about that.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Indeed we will.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: We can figure out the little things later down the line.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’m talking a lot and I don’t know if it’s making sense.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I don’t get like this, so I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

MARSHALL_IDLE: And I should be terrified talking like this.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And putting myself out there like I never have before.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But it feels right with you.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: And I’m not scared anymore.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I just hope I haven’t left it too late to show you the real me.

Marshall gazes into your eyes, honest, vulnerable, happy.

Kiss him

You lean in to meet Marshall’s lips. The kiss is surprisingly soft and delicate.

He gently caresses your hair, his hand resting lightly on the back of your neck.

He pulls back slightly from the kiss and looks deep into your eyes, more emotional than you’ve seen him before.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I just want to soak in this moment.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? Why’s that?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’m just happy.

He leans back in and your lips connect, more passionately this time. Your tongue glides over his.

You clutch his hair, pulling him even deeper into this blissful kiss.

When you finally break away he kisses your cheek gently.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You blow my mind, {0}.

Hug him

You lean in and cuddle him, burying your head in Marshall’s chest.

You can hear his heart beating fast as he envelops you in his strong tattooed arms.

He strokes your upper arm gently and sighs.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I could really get used to this.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Me too.

Play it cool

You hold Marshall’s eyes, giving nothing away.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Whatever happens tonight, I’m touched you spent this time with me.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: It feels amazing to let you in, {0}.

I think I’m good

PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’m ok thanks, Marshall.

MARSHALL_SAD: You sure?

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I don’t open up like this to anyone.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I really want to be real with you before the recoupling.

*I need to hear this then!

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Sooo I’ve kinda been playing through the Pokemon franchise region after region

Here’s me basically talking about the Pokémon that were on my Hall of Fame teams

Fire Red:

Venusaur: my first Pokémon. Sorta like a big brother to most of my other Pokémon.

Vaporeon: Silly guy who loves battling.

Snorlax: “Snacks! Snacks? Snaaaacks!!!”

Pikachu: Best buddy! Grew attached during The Kanto Journey, snuck on my boat to Johto. They’ve been around on my Party ever since. This is also why the other regions will only have five Pokémon on them.

Hitmonchan: basically the comic relief of the team. He was a late addition who didn’t really do much. It was funny but also kinda annoying.

Golbat: stayed a Golbat until I rate candied it in Johto. Sucky Fire Red evolution mechanics. Is now a Crobat.

Soul Silver: Hall of Fame team:

Shiny Meganium: As seen in a previous post, I got a shiny Chikorita after resetting ONCE. He’s just a happy guy.

Shiny Farfetch’d: found near olivine, replaced my Noctowl. Genuinely awesome addition to the team.

Umbreon: Was the Eevee given by Bill. Not AS good at battling as the rest, but still pulled his weight.

Quagsire: Was the Wooper egg you can get from Primo. He was so silly and powerful. He likes naps.

Scizor: the most badass member of the whole team. I imagine him and Hitmonchan would spar a lot, with Scizor winning more than half the time.

Pokémon that were there for RED, and became Living Legends:

Pikachu, Farfetch’d, Meganium, Scizor, Quagsire, and… Dragonite?

Dragonite: The extremespeed Dratini from Dragons Den! A good buddy and what I still consider to have Been one of my most POWERFUL Pokémon during this entire project. Dragon Dance + Dragon Rush sweeping was so much fun.

Platinum: yeah, I couldn’t get most of my Pokémon into emerald. I DO go to Hoenn later, though!

Empoleon: a Pokémon I got from Professor Rowan. Was a fairly powerful Member.

Sceptile: Was the Treecko I got from Steven for beating Red. Powerhouse.

Porygon-Z: Absolute BEAST. He has literally OHKO’d MEWS. (Tested in a PvP battle.) otherwise, he’s just a little guy.

Garchomp: Superpowered Shark. That’s all I need to say.

Giratina: I forgot to put Weavile on the team… :P anyway. Was a powerful god. Used him for fly, too.

Pokémon Black:

Serperior: Elegant and Prestigious, was quite the Powerful ally!

Blastoise: the Squirtle I got from Professor oak for beating Red. Was very powerful.

Golurk: powerful colossal giant. Fun.

Victini: silly. Yes I have access to events.

Reshiram: Legendary. Shoutout to Unfezant to almost managing to be the first regional bird to stay on the team all the way through.

Pokémon Black 2: Arceus decided to send me two years in the future because he totally couldn’t stop Ghetsis himself, nooo…

Samurott: Powerful and Awesome.

Audino: Unsespecting Wild Card with a movepool that surprised me A lot.

Maractus: i love Maractus. One of my favourite Unovan Pokémon. she was like a cheerleader when the other team members where fighting.

Zoroark: N’s zorua, but evolved of course. A cheeky fellow.

Volcarona: Caught in Relic Castle. One of the Pokémon I put on the same line of Dragonite as my most powerful members.

Pokémon X:

Greninja: powerful and pulled his weight.

Charizard: Could Mega Evolve, was extremely good in battle.

Shiny Abomasnow: Could ALSO mega evolve. Was surprised on how good it was.

Aegislash: Had a talent for battle. Swept a few teams.

Goodra: Super strong and loveable. :)

Pokémon Omega Ruby:

Latios: Powerhouse, obviously.

Steven’s Shiny Metagross: Also a powerhouse. Evolved right before the Pokémon league.

Gardevoir: she was super strong. And also, one of three psychic types.

Blaziken: I could count on Blaziken to turn a battle around, for sure.

And finally, a wildcard:

Braviary: Caught as a rufflet at a mirage spot, evolved after it OHKO’d Sidney’s Cacturne. Very powerful.

Pokémon Ultra Moon:

Incineroar: Powerful and Packs a punch!

Alolan Raichu: A little sister to my Pikachu who loved battles! Caught as a scared little Pichu.

Mimikyu: Raichu’s best Bud. This one doesn’t hate Pikachu’s after becoming friends with 2 members of the line!

Dusk Lycanroc: May not be fluffy, but he sure is a good boy.

Naganadel: This is the part where you run. Destroyed enemies easily.

Pokémon Sword:

Inteleon: started off just a curious little guy, ended off as a cool and sleek buddy. Could Also g-max, along with Pikachu.

Dragapult: Raised from an Egg, evolved right before we made it to wyndon! Then, it evolved again during training before the raihan Match, in which it OHKO’D EVERY SINGLE POKEMON WITH DRAGON DARTS. INCLUDING DURALUDON. Absolute BEAST of a mon!

Sirfetch’d: Started out as a RUTHLESS Farfetch’d who just wanted to evolve, didn’t even care how he got to it, ended up becoming an elegant Sirfetch’d after destroying Bede in Galar Mine 2, despite the type disadvantage!

Hatterene: started as just a shy little Hatenna, grew to destroy the competition.

Corviknight: Absolute Powerhouse! I was Steel Winging, Flying, and Brave Birding everything that crossed our paths!

Pokémon Legends Arceus (Not complete yet!)

Hisuian Decidueye: Reminded me of Hau. Quite the powerful ally.

Infernape: Powerful and Awesome, destroyed The Lord Electrode single-handedly.

Sylveon: Silly friend. :)

Goomy: Reminded me of my old Goodra. Maybe this one will be something different, though…

And finally: Honchkrow. I love murkrow and Honchkrow.

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Tagged by my Buddy @cheeky-undead

Transparency I have never posted any of my work so I'll do my best with these lol.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

0

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

0 but I'm sure I'll rack up words fast.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My Plans are for FNAF Movie, Scream 1997, Stranger Things, and MCU.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

None yet.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Well like on other sites I'd try not to responded to hate but talk to people who are being civil and kind.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I once did a one shot for Eddie Gluskin of Outlast where the MC killed herself to be with him after finding his body. Teenage me thought Romeo and Juliet was peak literature.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them now because my sad endings gave me depression. But My Fix It MCU story where Loki lives is a pretty happy sappy story.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'm sure I will because some people if they don't have something to bitch bout they'll explode. I've gotten hate on here for ships and media I like. So expect someone to pop into my comments at some point to hate on a story not made for them.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I often put smut in most of my stories because I'm almost always sexually attracted to the character my story is about. Just things I'm into so things like light BDSM and Exophilia. It really depends on the vibe of my story how I write the sex.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have not but never say never!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have not because I have not posted but it is something I worry about.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but it sounds fun!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Never. I've barely shared my writing OG and Fan Fic with friends yet alone let people work on it with me. Honestly I probably never would because I'm a control freak.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

My favorite ship is my first ship Adam and Belle from Beauty and The Beast 1991.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Honestly some times I feel like I'll never finish anything but I try not to get in my head. I will never write all my ideas sadly but hopefully I can make many come to life.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Jeeze what are my strengths? I'm good at writing romance and fantasy.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have dyslexia and struggle with both spelling and punctuation. I always worry it will show in my writing and people will not want to read it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I definitely can't do it because I suck at English. I've never come across it in fics I've read.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Supernatural all the way back in 2014

20. Favorite fic you've written?

So far my FNAF Movie AU. I hadn't written anything since 2020 because I was in such a deep depression during the peak pandemic I couldn't bring myself to do any of my hobbies but after seeing the FNAF Movie it really turned me around and now I'm actually WRITTING. So I feel really special attachment to this one.

No pressure tags!

Uhhhhhh..... I can't really recall my friends on here who are fellow writers because I've been fighting vertigo so um writing friends feel free to do this too! Love yahs!

[mojoflight]

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Lounging Around: Treat yourself to a lounge pass. Unlimited snacks, cozy vibes, and maybe a cheeky cocktail or two. It's like a mini vacation before your vacation!

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[writer59january13]

Deep purple outcast Earthling...

Finds living social brutal, an impossible mission among an alien nation of nasty trumpeting sore losers, who don their heads periwigged with orange coiffure emulating, looking, and ululating trolls bemoaning the existence of hashtagged second class citizens such as yours truly, a genetic anomaly whose misconstrued physique (mine), an innocent married sexagenarian, whose predilection towards stranger things (that go bump in the night) experienced being character assassinated, electronically besmirched, and forever crucified for claiming to be divine creator reincarnate attested by scars evincing severe puncture wounds (courtesy sharp stake) to palms of each hand, where river of blood coagulated upon emaciated body electric, yet never totally extinguishing unbridled spirit.  Abandonment at birth courtesy young unwed mother of mine found her set beet red, gangly and scraggly newborn within basket - case there might happen by the boulevard of broken dreams, an altruistic, deterministic, humanistic, maternalistic, spiritualistic, and zootheistic good samaritan (and a nice Jewish man to boot - ha), which wayfaring stranger from a stranger land or maybe even an extraterrestrial channeler from amidst dark shadows hoovering within outer limits of the twilight zone, whereby said nebulous Gaia the Greek goddess of Earth, mother of all life, similar to the Roman Terra Mater (mother Earth) reclining with a cornucopia, or the Andean Pachamama, the Hindu, Prithvi, “the Vast One,” or the Hopi Kokyangwuti, Spider Grandmother, who with Sun god Tawa created Earth and its creatures. Fast forward sixty five years to the present where wedded bliss eludes a wordsmith envisioning being whisked away (with a half sashay, and a do-si-do) at light speed to accompany other worldly species as interstellar travel fine companion to hopskotch across the universe despite obvious and immediate language barrier, and essential species difference gnome matter said cosmic dust rendered myself and other entity divergent organisms prone to eye each other with at least one characteristic aberration, barbarization, elucidation, fascination, intercommunication, jubilation, melodramatization, nonconfrontation, et cetera.

Upon surrendering this self hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing, I noticed nothing amiss (which temporary state of transcendent bliss twice daily meditation strives to attain), ah...before you dismiss a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced apprise ye with a very brief hiss tour re:, how this generally outlandish (long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss hippy, cheeky and buddy UFO's (with chess a bot of errant knightly - je ne sais quois finesse, Oh Henri Matisse - yea artfully add a touch of Swiss obviously predominantly French laced politesse), though up pawn occasion this lousy manque non rook key mutant doth miss long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still feel asper (in) a human aberration always felt like an outcast in an alien nation even though born on Mars, (a distinct honorable station), yet resided on third rock from the sun what seems like forever damnation yours truly experienced abolition against supposed invaders from outer space, and essentially targeted, kindled, and bullied on par like an abomination, no surprise while attempting to escape being walled din, and trumped "illegal" accusation crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection, your honor (forgot to mention earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation from outer space by a kid prized as some sophisticated surveillance drone), within a sketchy section of town, and must avoid acquisition by mad scientists (employed by NASA), who will undoubtedly take immediate action and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation must be established pronto against administration, sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation (mine defense of last resort) will definitely signal to nemesis furthering my aggravation, and Putin this webbed, whirled, and wired woebegone wysiwyg at risk.

I ably, eagerly, readily, and willingly roll out the Scottish Tartan mat in an honest to dog effort to be removed (ofttimes experiencing chilblains as persona non grata) as soon as possible off a planet chock a block teeming with billions of anglocentric, eccentric, egocentric, humancentric, phallogocentric, et cetera bumping uglies during three hundred and sixty five days (one additional twenty four hour period occurring every leap year), self absorbed in satisfying basic instinct to procreate despite overpopulation imposing immense stress upon oblate spheroid analogous to spinning wheel (threading thru Milky Way galaxy) across variable cosmic tapestry in the sky that keeps on turnin.'

How curious to embark on long day's journey into night where experiencing inescapable gentle tug of black hole's gravitational pull extends indefinitely, but its strength diminishes with distance subsequently the gravitational force from a black hole can be felt from any distance, but it becomes weaker the farther you are from the black hole, therefore no specific "cut-off" distance for its gravitational influence, but it becomes negligible at large distances, just like any other massive object in space.

Beginner's luck found yours truly (me) honored and privileged to become linkedin with space travel endeavor, which global enterprise incorporated representative ace cadets inured to the rigorous regimen of zero gravity. An exceptional solo flight to Mars on a lark, (a summer vacation experienced many years before as an audacious, capricious, and precocious adolescent and native Martian to boot), who stealthily boarded the sleek and sophisticated state of the art missile, (which stood ready to be launched at a moment's notice) did notch prospects and counted as figurative feather in my cap considerably increasing prospect to voyage into the realm when the space/time continuum burst with a big chitty chitty bang bang, when entering the spatial sweepstakes for a one way ticket to witness the beginning formation of galaxies.

Even though an aerospace engineer with an assignment in top secret government project to sendd an unmanned rocket to the red planet, (the intention to scramble aboard the massive satellite required careful planning over the course of many months), I lacked particular knowledge about entering hatchways, which would allow, enable, and provide easy access to enter the control center.

Company policy frowns on interaction between one department and another issued special badges (even with the most restrictive clearance) to minimize espionage and sabotage, and/or the selling of vital information to a competitor particularly Russia, many other countries that comprise the Soviet Bloc, and even China.

In an effort to obtain vital information for redacted reports mentioning (or even alluding) to general data points about said undertaking, I won over any skepticism on behalf of chief executive officers (and their ilk) with a sincere concern the normal wear and tear of the components at structural junctures subject to excessive metal fatigue.

With the aid of latest computer hardware and software, the graphical user images on the screen showed every square inch of each module, which electronic schematics could be rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in at least (but not limited to) three dimensional arrangement. Upon request, a permit became available for me to scrutinize the actual entire multistage proud product at various stages of completion utilizing digital camera, hand held tablet, and latest implements of the trade notating courtesy diagram and description any questionable site that cast a dark shadow of doubt for a successful thrust of mother ship into deep space nine. Lest any tell tale signs signs of an independent research enterprise betrayed my true where-abouts and/or ulterior motives, an undisclosed pricey retreat someplace in the tropics constituted the solee extent for my explanation at a long term leave of absence, which got corroborated courtesy revamped computer program responsible for monitoring surveillance in the far fetched event some intelligent living social alien life source ransacked premises.

As the day of lift off approached, an stepped up increase in preparations for my lengthy surreptitious stay in space took place. Tucked away in frequently overlooked nooks and crannies behind innocuous panels stood cannistors of food, me books and telecommunications devices, aa high powered microscope and writing material as back up medium. All those months blankly staring at least one, (but ofttimes many more) monitor screens, thumbing thru technical reports, and quite a few unobserved practice dry runs (to familiarize and adequately prepare me with the real test) witnessed perfect blast off without a hitch into the infinite azure sky, more so the color of an inky abyss as millions of miles jettisoned yours truly permanently away from nearly totally traumatized Earth. Even with the aid of a seatbelt and shoulder strap, the powerful shocked thrust from the forced propulsion heavily bore down against my forehead and created the sensation of being flattened by a steamroller, but once outside the powerful force of the planetary pull, I experienced a lightness of being. Arms and legs floated up as if I owned no control (to major Tom) over them.

From recent maneuvers in a simulated environment of weightlessness at the Astronaut Training Center (ATC for short), a place about halfway to the moon available to all employees who thought to relocate to of of a dirty dozen deeded deployment destinations strategically strewn across a trafficked trajectory.

Although usually considered unwise to bounce around in a free form fashion within a traditional sized room without a strong rope tied around the waist and affixed to a secure anchoring post, or donning suction shoes, the cubicle housing makeshift main headquarters the exception to aforementioned rule, which cramped area not specifically designed to carry a passenger (unless excursionist qualified as an authentic midget) offered slight breathing space to average sized person excellent at being a contortionist.

Anything I wanted could be obtained within arms length. Most of the intervening hours whiled away found yours truly (me) adopting meditative pose, whereby a certain serenity pervaded throughout my entire trek into the outer limits of the twilight zone lulled into mental, physical, and spiritual quiescence courtesy absolute zero sound, nary a whine of engine disrupted hypnotic trancelike state. Within the immediate moments after blastoff, the third rock from the sun (home to multitudinous species of life that proliferated despite impact of Homo sapiens upon all animals and plants exhibiting wanton exploitation of fauna and flora to buzzfeed the capital one promulgation of industrialization) instantaneously receded into a pinprick of light before blinking out altogether, which inky blackness suddenly pronounced, accentuated, underlining austere beauty of the cosmos.

[calebwittebane]

see the key is to associate the natures with a pokemon. like an archetype thats easy to remember.

lonely: a Lonesome Warrior gallade with a samurai sword. walking into the sunset. only a fellow seasoned knight could take him down. [⏫️atk; ⏬️def]

adamant: a conkeldurr. stubborn. concrete. mind set solely on wrecking things. no special tricks and garbage. just pure power. [⏫️atk; ⏬️spA]

naughty: picture that ancient meme of the little girl looking nefariously at the camera with a burning house in the background, but a blaziken. a blaziken may have no special bulk, but it knows many ways to ruin your property. [⏫️atk; ⏬️spDef]

brave: a hariyama in trick room. guts ability. burnt. smoking a durry. fears no one. whatever you think you can throw at it, it's ready. [⏫️atk; ⏬️speed]

bold: this toxapex is taunting you. this toxapex is daring you to attack it. go on. punch it. youre gonna get its poisoned barbs and spikes in places you cannot begin to imagine. and youre gonna get scalded too. [⏫️def; ⏬️atk]

impish: The Nefarious Malamar with its contrary ability doesnt need to know any special moves. all it needs is bulk and the move superpower. if you feel like its grinning at you devilishly, it's because it is. you think its typing means your cheeky u-turn is gonna take it down? think again. [⏫️def; ⏬️spA]

lax: once again the negligent groudon was caught unawares, reclining and sunbathing and solving crosswords, by an incoming special attack of the ice or grass variety. when will groudon learn? [⏫️def; ⏬️spDef]

relaxed: the relaxed torkoal has nothing to worry about. all it wants to do is wait safely for its teammate to set up trick room. the physical attackers waiting to get their hands on it are beyond silly. [⏫️def; ⏬️speed]

modest: the humble hydreigon doesnt need to brag or go out of its way to intimidate its opponent. it's just here to do its job, the job that takes advantage of its highest special attack stat among pseudolegendaries. [⏫️spA; ⏬️atk]

mild: this charizard is just a chill guy. just a mild, unassuming creature. not here to cause trouble. so don't rock slide it, okay? it's just a chill guy. just a little birthday boy. just a mild, agreeable fire-breathing menace. please don't throw rocks at it. [⏫️spA; ⏬️def]

rash: deoxys attack forme rushes in going Absolute Wizard Mode with its terrifying special attack and speed, ohko'ing one opponent after another, until exploding from a single shadow ball. [⏫️spA; ⏬️spDef]

quiet: the restful reuniclus. the sleepful snoozer. you woke it up from its midday nap, and it hasn't fully woken up yet, so it's just gonna quietly put on that life orb, set up trick room, and deal with whoever's messing with you. [⏫️spA; ⏬️speed]

calm: there are few things your average latios ever worries about. sure, it can't do physical attacks, but it never has to. it can simply play to its strengths. and good luck getting through that special bulk, buddy. [⏫️spDef; ⏬️atk]

gentle: The Gentle Goodra with its immense special bulk, its access to wide type coverage of both special and physical variety, and most importantly its peaceful, loving nature, is known as the friendliest of dragons. so don't punch it, okay? why would you do that? [⏫️spDef; ⏬️def]

careful: The Caring Blissey isn't just here to be an impenetrable wall for special attackers. it can actually learn some physical attacks itself. nothing special, nothing fancy, but if you're careful, if you play it right, that's plenty enough. [⏫️spDef; ⏬️spA]

sassy: why yes, i do believe it's rather sassy of this bronzong to set up trick room while having access to both physical and special moves. a bronzong with gyro ball and calm mind is the best answer to xerneas in most metas, actually. that is quite cheeky of it. [⏫️spDef; ⏬️speed]

timid: this zoroark is very shy. it hides behind illusions, it moves quickly, it uses various special attacks from the safety of its disguise. hopefully night daze should lower your accuracy too, so you can never catch up with it. [⏫️speed; ⏬️atk]

hasty: by all means, hit this speed-trained azelf with a super effective physical move. double in on it, really. you see, that's what it used endure for. and that's what it holds that weakness policy for, which you just activated. now it's over for you. yeah, stored power. or it might just explode honestly. [⏫️speed; ⏬️def]

jolly: The Joyful Flygon buzzes and trills happily knowing that it outspeeds you and doesn't need to worry about anything other than earthquaking you to oblivion. [⏫️speed; ⏬️spA]

naive: yeah, pheromosa is rather fragile, and on top of that doesn't know much about your world. doesn't have to. there's probably a way for you to take advantage of that naivety, especially with some special subterfuge you could set in motion, but unfortunately for you it has already ruined you with whatever type of attack hits you the hardest. [⏫️speed; ⏬️spDef]

bashful: youre not making shy baby skitty battle, right? youre not doing that. shy baby skitty hides behind you. [no changes]

docile: this dragonite is not a fighter. this dragonite loves to play with children and cuddle with everyone. it's like a giant flying teddy bear, really. [no changes]

hardy: more like hardly. more like it might be hard to believe, but this metagross has no interest in anything related to battles. it's actually more interested in using its metal body and high defense stat to aid in physically demanding tasks, like rescue missions. [no changes]

quirky: this moody, quirky diva of an altaria was meant for contests and stardom, not battles. [no changes]

serious: eevee the stoic has no strong desire to be good at one particular thing or become anything specific. plus it kind of hates fun, so the thrill of battles doesn't seem appealing to it. [no changes]

so yeah, that's it. easy.

its obsolete nowadays because the newer games just tell you which of your pokemons stats is boosted or lowered based on its nature, but i'll tell you my Technique for remembering which nature means what

[inkandpen22]

Only Love, Only Hate (5/?)

Pairing: Riff x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst 

Part Summary: In their final hours before the rumble, Y/N and Riff hide away in her apartment. 

A/N: Merry Christmas!!! Here’s my present to y’all!

Masterlist

I unlock the front door and peek my head inside cautiously. The lights in the kitchen and living room are shut off. "Mamá! Papá!" I call out. Only to receive no response. “Mateo?” 

The sound of my bedroom window creaking echoes throughout the empty apartment. I hurry inside and drop my books onto the kitchen table on my way to my bedroom. I enter just in time to see Riff climbing in. 

"I look forward to the day when I no longer have to climb the fire escape like a superhero." He grunts. 

I giggle, moving across the room to pull back the curtains. "At least no one is home. We don't have to be so quiet and whisper."

He rises to his feet, towering over me with a smile. "Sounds nice," he mumbles before pressing his lips to mine. 

I break away with a grin. “Shouldn’t you be with your fellow Jets? Preparing them, giving them some powerful speech?”

“Nah, I just want to be with you. They’ll be fine without me for a while,” he assures, brushing his lips against mine. 

I lift my arms to drape over his shoulders. No Jets. No Sharks. No fighting. Just us. If only it could always be like this. 

He mumbles between kisses. "How do you say, "this is my girlfriend back off, buddy" in Spanish?"

I laugh. "I am not telling you that!"

"How do I keep PR boys from looking at you?" He reasons. 

"Talk to them civically as you would a boy like you!”

"Well, I wouldn’t talk to anyone calmly if they were looking at you.”

I roll my eyes with a slight groan. “Mi amor…” (my love)

“Oo, I like it when you call me that.” In one swift motion, Riff scoops me up and places me down on my desk. He stands between my legs and rests his hands on my thighs. 

I laugh, cupping his face in my hands. 

“Say it again?” He requests, glancing at my lips. 

I lean in to whisper in his ear. “Eres un alborotador, mi amor.” (You’re a troublemaker, my love)

“Civil, huh?“ He asks. 

I nod, pulling back to meet his gaze. “Sí.”

He sighs. “Boring but alright! Only because you asked."

“Oh! Muchas Gracias,” I remark sarcastically. 

He chuckles. "You know, you never told me what you're in school for."

"Education."

He grins. "Well, I kinda gathered that much on my own, Sweetheart."

"I'm studying Education, silly! I want to be an art teacher,” I specify. 

"Oh, right, right...” He nods. His eyes flicker down to my sketches left on the desk. He picks up one and inspects it. "Is that what these are from? I saw them last night."

"Sí, I have to draw something from life. I haven't been very good,” I sigh. “My professor says I lack inspiration and originality.” 

He looks at me wide-eyed. "Better than anything I can do."

I place a quick peck on his cheek. "I'm sure that's not true."

"You have too much faith in me." He chuckles, setting down the sketch before placing his hands on my waist. "It's cool that you have a plan, ambitions. I haven't put much thought into what I want to do. I just always figured I'd end up in some factory job around here." He shrugs, then a cheeky grin forms on his lips. "But if we're gonna afford a house with lots of land upstate I'm gonna need somethin' a little better."

I caress his cheek. "Whatever you do will be enough." I kiss him softly. 

When we part, I stare into his sparkling crystal eyes and a million questions cross my mind. There are so many things to know and understand. 

A faint blush develops on his cheeks. “What is it?”

“You already know so much about me. I want to know everything about you. What you love, what you hate, what drives you crazy!”

He chuckles. “Well, I’m Irish, basically as white as it gets.”

“Is that why you have this bracelet?” I ask, taking the four-leaf clover pendant between my fingers. 

He nods, peering down at it. “It was my mom’s.”

My eyes flicker up to his chest and I scoop up his necklace. “And this?” 

“My grandpa gave it to me. He got it during the war in Germany.”

My fingers glide down to his forearms. On his right, a tattoo of a woman with a flower. “And your tattoos? What do they mean?”

A smirk creeps up on the edge of his lips. Silently, Riff grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Then, he does the same to his undershirt, revealing all of his tattoos and torso. 

I had seen his tattoos last night. Since then, I have been curious. I hadn’t seen so many on one person. Having one is rare enough. 

Riff watches me as I glide my fingertips across his skin and over the dark drawings. 

“Did they hurt?” I ask. 

He shakes his head. “Not really. I’ve felt worse.”

Slowly, I brush my lips across his collarbone and plant a soft kiss to the lettering. Riff tilts his head back, his eyes falling shut. 

“I never want to imagine you in pain…” I whisper against his neck. 

“Baby...” Riff tucks his fingers beneath my chin, urging me back to meet his gaze. “I know you’re scared, but it will be okay.”

“You’re going to get hurt!” I worry aloud. 

“I can take it!” He assures me with a confident grin. “And I’ll come here right after so you can nurse me back to health.”

I giggle. That plan doesn’t sound too bad. 

He narrows his gaze. “What are your doing tomorrow?”

I shrug. “I don’t have class. I’ll probably take Mateo to school and see if Anita needs help downstairs. Why?”

“I want to go see Bernardo and tell him about us. I don’t want to have to hide anymore. Once everyone knows, we can be happy!”

My eyes grow wide. “And what if he gets angry and forbids us to see each other! The Sharks-”

He cups my face and voices with certainty. “Nothing. Nothing can keep me from you.” He shrugs casually. “Plus, not if, when the Jets win tonight I will have ultimate say. Bernardo will just have to accept it.”

I snicker, in disbelief of his unwavering confidence. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It will be, Baby.” He almost guarantees. 

“And you’ll come here straight after the rumble? Promise!” I plan to hold him to it. 

“Promise.” He nods sharply. Then, he bites down on his lower lip. “And I’ll even stay if you’d like…” He insinuates. 

I smirk, leaning closer to him. “Well, I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyes fall to my lips. 

“Yeah…” I mutter as our lips brush against each other, this time more hungrily than before. 

“I like waking up next to you,” he whispers.

My hands run down his chest and over his muscles as they flex under my touch. His fingers find the zipper on the back of my dress and start to urge it down. I want to be with him, every part of him. I feel like even then, I’ll want more. I’ll never get enough of him. 

_______________________________

The mid-afternoon sun pours into my bedroom and onto my rug. Making up for lost time from this morning, Riff and I lay in my bed, pondering the silence and peace. No one can trouble us here. The world is far from us. Each passing minute is a minute closer to Riff’s departure. 

I push the thought to the back of my mind. I rest my cheek against his chest as he glides his fingertips up and down my spine. 

He releases a deep breath of contentment. “I wish we could stay here forever.” 

“Yo también.” 

“What time must you go?” I ask, unable to hide the concern in my tone. 

He sighs and answers reluctantly. “Soon.” 

I rest my chin on his chest, meeting his gaze. “Be careful?” 

As worried as I am and though I can’t ignore the pit in my stomach, I don’t want it to consume the limited time we have together. I also don’t want Riff worrying about me tonight when he should be focusing on coming out okay. 

“I’ll try to make it quick.” He lifts his hand and combs his fingers through the side of my hair before tucking the strands behind my ear. “So I can come back here to you.” 

“You better,” I joke, sitting up to straddle his waist. 

He chuckles, gripping my hips.

“If you take too long I might lock my window,” I playfully threaten. 

“You wouldn’t,” he challenges. 

I snicker as I lean down to start leaving a trail of kisses from his neck and down his chest. His eyes fall shut with a soft, relaxed, exhale. He rubs his thumbs over my hips and he holds them. This may be the calmest and content I’ve ever seen him. 

A raddling of the front door followed by the creak it makes when it’s opened causes me to snap up from my task. Riff’s eyes fly open and meet mine. Heels click against the tile and the tick of the light switch is next. 

"Wait here!" I whisper as I climb off Riff and eventually the bed. I hurry over to snatch my robe off my mirror. I quickly tie it around me. 

Riff sits up, nervously eyeing the door. 

I plant a quick kiss to his cheek. “Don’t sneak off without saying goodbye!” 

He nods frantically. 

I peek my head through my bedroom hesitantly. "Hola? Quién está ahí?"

Rapid footsteps in the kitchen soon reveal Anita popping out from around the corner. "Oh good, you're home!” 

I emerge from my room and make sure to shut the door close behind me. 

Anita returns to the kitchen. “I’m dropping off some groceries I promised your mamá!” She shouts. 

I shuffle into the room, wrapping my arms around myself. I watch timidly as she unpacks a grocery bag. 

“I also came by to get that yellow dress. I haven't had time to wash out that stain but I can get to it now." 

My heart sinks. The dress is in my room. Riff is in my room. Nothing keeps Anita from walking in there except my terrible lying capabilities and my bedroom door. 

As if she can read my mind, she pauses her task. “You know, I should really get it now before I forget.” She starts to cross the kitchen toward my bedroom. 

Impulsively, I rush ahead of her and block my door. "No!"

She frowns at me in confusion. 

"I mean...” I laugh nervously. “Don't worry about it! I can have Mamá fix it. I actually stuck it in the tub for a bit and scrubbed it really well!"

"Oh really?” She crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Sí!” I swallow hard. 

“¿Cuándo fue esto?” (When was this?) 

"This morning... before class.” 

She purses her lips with a hum. “Because I saw your Mamá on her way to the shop this morning. She told me to come to get the dress this afternoon..." 

Anita’s eyes scan my appearance, noting my robe. When they return to my focus, they’re even more respectful. "She said she had you not try to clean in case it made it worse."

"I did it after she left."

She narrows her gaze. "Your class starts before her shift. What's going on Y/N?"

"Nothing!” I defend. “I'm just... I'm still pretty upset from last night and would just like to wallow about it in my room alone." I place a hand on Anita’s shoulder and turn her around to usher her back to the kitchen. "Emotional teenager, what can I say?"

She snickers and strolls with me back toward the kitchen. "You know, I also ran into Constantina and Sophía on their walk home from class." 

Oh no... 

"They mentioned something rather odd to me." She recalls. 

“Oh really?” I laugh, trying my best not to appear panicked. “Well, you know them, all for the gossip!”  

"Yeah, something about you and a gringa..." Swiftly, she spins on her heels and starts toward my bedroom. 

“Anita!” I freeze. 

Her eyes remain locked on me with a knowing stare. "They remember her yelling something about a Jet boy." She swings open my bedroom door and it hits the wall with a thud. 

My hands fly up to my mouth as all of the air in my lungs disappears. Anita’s eyes land on Riff as he finishes buckling his belt. She swallows hard, her eyes falling to the distant floor as he continues to get dressed. 

His initial surprise fades to a sternness, as though he doesn’t care if she knows. I wish I was relieved that at least someone I love knows, but instead, I feel guilt. 

Anita mumbles under her breath, “hijo de puta.” (son of a bitch) 

Her eyes meet mine and she clenches her jaw. She storms back toward the kitchen, passing me in the process. 

I follow her and plead. “¡No le digas a Bernardo!” (Don’t tell Bernardo!) 

She faces me furiously. “¿No le digas a Bernardo? ¡Cómo esperas que no lo haga! ¡Es un gringo! ¡El Gringo! ¡Nos odia!” (Don’t tell Bernardo? How can you expect me not to? He’s a gringo! The gringo! He hates us!)

I shake my head rapidly. “¡No! ¡Él me ama y yo lo amo!” (No! I love him and he loves me!)

She laughs dismissively, not persuaded. All she knows is what Bernardo has told her. 

Riff emerges from my bedroom and stands at my side. Anita backs away from him nervously, eventually bumping into the counter. 

He snakes his arm around my waist. “It’s true, I love her.” 

Anita points at him warningly. “You stay out of this! You’re the reason we’re in this mess at all, any of us! You couldn’t just leave us alone!” 

He sighs, “I-” 

“It’s not all his fault and you know it!” I shout. “Nardo and the Sharks are equally responsible!” 

Anita grips the roots of her hair. “He has you brainwashed, Y/N!” 

“I would never hurt Y/N,” Riff assures her, despite knowing full well his word means nothing to her. 

She scoffs bitterly with disgust. “No, just the rest of us, right?” 

“Anita...” I mutter. 

Riff steps in front of me and cups my face. “I have to go...” 

I wrap my fingers around his wrist desperately. “No!” 

“I’m sorry...” He turns his head and kisses my palm. “I’ll be back soon.” 

I nod slowly. Tears wheel up in my eyes but I do everything in my power to suppress them. I don’t want Riff to be distracted with concern for me. 

He presses his lips to mine softly and all I think is: ‘I wish we had one more minute.’

Anita huffs, turning her back toward us to focus out the window above the sink. 

Riff rests his forehead against mine. His ocean eyes consuming my sight. 

“Te amo,” he whispers. 

“Te amo.” My voice shakes. 

He leaves a prolonged kiss on my forehead before rising to his full height. He glances between me and Anita. She remains facing the window, unwilling to look him in the eye. 

He holds my hand until the last second and then kisses my knuckles. “I’ll be back soon.” 

I nod and silently pray he can stand by his word. I watch as he hurries back into my bedroom and climbs out the window without looking back. I should’ve studied his eyes longer. I should’ve held his hand longer. I should’ve memorized his face. There’s so much I should’ve done. 

“Get dressed.” Anita voices softly as she attempts to return to unpacking the groceries. “Before your mamá gets home with your brother.” 

“Anita, I’m so sorry,” I tell her as tears start to fall. 

She ignores me and goes about the kitchen putting items away.  

I step closer, pressing my hands on the kitchen table. “I love him...” I state like a confession. 

She shakes her head. 

“Riff said he’d try to end it quickly!” I try to ease her concern. “We’re going to tell Bernardo tomorrow!” 

She pauses, finally meeting my gaze with a narrowed stare. “And you trust him?”  

“With everything I have,” I state with full certainty

Her lips part, a torn expression coating her features. Her eyes start to appear glossy and she clenches her jaw. “If anything happens to Bernardo tonight, it’s him you’ll have to apologize to.”

A silence falls between us. Soon, she finishes unpacking everything and starts toward the door.

“Could I come upstairs please?” I rush out anxiously. “At least for a little while? I can’t stand to be here alone while they’re out there-” I stop myself, unable to say it aloud.

Anita nods slowly, meeting my gaze with a hint of sympathy. “Yes, of course, mi niña. I’ll make us some tea too, calm our nerves.” She offers me a weak smile and opens the front door.

“Hey Anita?”

She hums, turning over her shoulder.

“Thank you…” I express softly.

“We’re still family, Mija,” she assures me. “Besides, I could use the company too.”

I nod, a sense of relief slowly easing my mind.

While Anita heads upstairs, I go to change. I leave my window unlocked and try not to think too much about where Riff is headed. If I think about it all for too long, I start to feel sick. Each minute feels like hours and my hands won’t stop shaking. There’s a steady strain in my throat. All I can do is pray he makes it out of this unscathed.

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ALSO! You should do the dinner scene of the new Bookbinder chapter from Nori and/or Dwalin’s POV. 👀👀

Hey look I'm finally posting this!!

This was in response to a Wednesday Word Play where you write a scene from a different POV. AND, doing this for a Wednesday Word Play to write a new character/ship/etc that you've always wanted to try.

Two word plays, one stone!

It gave me an excuse to get off my ass and finally answer this ask, so without further ado, have some Nwalin (primarily Dwalin POV) from Chapter 7 of Bookbinder//Songwriter!

Dwalin had tried to warn Thorin that weaseling in on he and Nori’s dinner date for Valentine’s was a recipe for disaster, or at least it was likely to be one knowing Nori’s cheeky behavior. However, being the absolute best friend that he was to Thorin, Dwalin was doing his part in ensuring some of that tragedy never came to light. He didn’t mind Bilbo, and he certainly liked seeing his best buddy in high spirits, so it was an effort he was willing to make.

Which meant a chat with Nori before the two lovebirds ever showed their faces.

“I’m begging you, please act like…I dunno, a normal human being tonight?” Dwalin huffed a bit, swirling his glass of water around as he eyed those coming and going within the restaurant.

“You’re begging me, hm?”

Dwalin’s gaze shifted to the side to catch a glimpse at Nori’s shit-eating grin, and nothing about Dwalin’s expression seemed to shift from that neutral look it had. “It’s their first Valentine’s together and I get the holiday is a bunch of shit, but it’s kind of a big deal, I think. We like this one, remember.”

“Yes, I know. Not that was a high bar to reach to surpass the last man of Thorin’s life. Thrandumb Oropher was a fellow with poor taste, even for me. Really bendy though, if you want my opinion.”

“I don’t want your opinion on him whatsoever.”

“I will be on my best behavior, but if there’s low-hanging fruit, you know it’s only natural for me to grab at it,” Nori chimed in a sing-song voice as he leaned against his boyfriend’s arm. “It will be a fun night, I promise and don’t worry so much. Thorin does enough of that for all of us.”

With a small sigh of acknowledgment to Nori’s words, Dwalin finally spurred a small grin, leaning into Nori’s touch against his arm before the two special guests to join their dinner table just stepped inside the restaurant.

==========

Low-hanging fruit was always something Dwalin had to watch out for it seemed. While the evening had gone primarily well, there was always the hiccup or road bump that seemed to cause a little pause within the conversation. Small comments from Nori, a bit of blushing from the two across the table, and Dwalin felt more like a third wheel than anything, even if he was one quarter of this double date thing happening.

He was watching from the sidelines, just waiting to have to grab Nori by the scruff and haul his ass out, but no such moment came. Perhaps it was foolish on his part to assume that this meant they could relax. All of them were chatting a bit over wine and poking a little fun at how Thorin and Bilbo had met. The exact details of the story were still rather hidden. No one knew why, but Nori was currently needling in on that to try and fish out as many details as possible.

It was harmless, mostly.

“Yeah, and I hope he learned a lesson on showing up late to practice,” Dwalin huffed, amused in tone as he eyed Thorin and Bilbo from across the table as a grin was sneaking across his own lips at the memory. “Though it wouldn’t be the first time I’d tossed his ass into a dumpster.” Sometimes those punishments were deserved, and sometimes they weren’t even remembered, it all depended on the bullshit of the hour. In this case, Thorin didn’t show up late to practice and didn’t have to end up picking garbage out of his hair. A lesson learned.

“Just taking out the trash, I see!”

And that’s when Dwalin’s sense of comfort and ease at the dinner table began to melt. It was like placing a challenge down on the table, just ready for Thorin to pick at and he knew it. Side eyeing his boyfriend for a moment and noticing that very impish look, Dwalin wasn’t sure what to say to get them back on track–Thorin had spoken up far too quickly in unknowing retaliation.

Every good relationship starts with an interesting story, and yadda yadda, Dwalin wasn’t listening as he rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the expression of both Nori and Thorin, wondering just when that particular volcano of agitation was going to erupt. Sometimes it was a curse to be far too knowledgeable about their tell-tale signs in expressions. Nori always got a particular sparkle in his eyes when he was ready to make a verbal leap, and Thorin’s eyes always seemed to darken to something deep and thunderous like rain clouds whenever he was ready to go for the kill.

There it was, that mischievous little sparkle that had Dwalin straightening up in his seat some with his hands resting behind his head.

“Nori I wouldn’t–”

But the other man just kept going. Nori even went so far as to bring up a piercing that had….an embarrassing tale to it, which made even Dwalin pause!

Watching Thorin fly out of his seat and ready to leap over the table–if not for Bilbo’s interference–Dwalin reached over and latched a hand onto Nori’s thigh with a death grip to keep the auburn-haired menace seated.

“I want my bill.” And there went Thorin, stomping off and looking like a mess of embarrassment if Dwalin didn’t know any better.

Fixing Nori with a glare and removing his hand, while Dwalin could admit that this could have been a lot worse, Nori clearly didn’t know what ‘best behavior’ truly meant. “Great job,” Dwalin hissed.

“What? He never talks about these things and it’s nice to know he’s being taken care of, yes?”

“You have zero tact.”

Though as attention shifted to Bilbo, noticing the blushy look the newcomer was wearing, it didn’t seem as if he was completely put out by everything that had been said. Dwalin knew more than he was letting on about Thorin and had an inkling as to why it had bothered his best friend so much. It wasn’t so much the content as it was…well, the actual doing. It had been a fleeting conversation, what with Thorin asking for advice on how to properly approach the subject of intimacy and what not with Bilbo, but it seemed that both Thorin and Bilbo were of the same mind, but having issues getting to that point. Well, at least they were on the right track, and then Nori had to open his fat mouth.

“Well, to be honest…that was something I wanted to approach with him tonight, you know? Not just because of the holiday but…you know, I just wasn’t sure when the right time would be after the utterances I’ve heard about his relationship with Thranduil.”

“Oh, Bilbo, I don’t think you need to worry about anything. Thorin knows I love to jerk his chain, but if you want to jerk something else, I’d say he wouldn’t complain–ouch!”

Dwalin wasted no time in jamming his elbow into Nori’s ribs with a scowl.

“If it helps, he’s been considering the same thing. He even asked for advice. I don’t think he liked my ‘take him in the bathroom before dessert’ suggestion though,” He chuckled lightly. “It was a joke, but in all honesty, don’t compare yourself to Thranduil. All I ask is that you treat him right.” And now the ‘best friend’ voice came out. “I should have snapped that platinum blond twig long ago, so don’t fuck it up.” It was one of many threats that entered Dwalin’s tone whenever he spoke to Bilbo, or around Bilbo, or that had anything to do with the nerdy little book lover. Like Nori had said before, it wasn’t a high bar to reach when it came to Thorin’s choices in men in comparison to Thranduil, but by god, Dwalin would not see his best mate destroyed by yet another heartless piece of shit. Thankfully, Bilbo truly did seem above that.

Thorin had returned with a box, and a paid bill and was leaving without so much as a proper goodbye, not that anyone could blame him, but as the table was abandoned, Dwalin flagged down their server to take care of his portion of the bill.

“You really couldn’t keep your mouth shut tonight, huh?” He grumbled a bit before feeling a pinch at his leg. “Don’t try and weasel out of the doghouse, man, did you see Thorin’s face?”

“I did, but did you hear what Bilbo said? They’re both pining for it, and so now that he knows, perhaps that really good fuck will become a reality.”

Dwalin sighed. There was some truth to Nori’s words, but it would be foolish to admit as such. Nori would never let him hear the end of it otherwise.

“I want Thorin to be happy too, you know. Sometimes it takes a none-too-gentle push to get someone there. He can deck me at band practice on Thursday if he still has any of that pent-up agitation left by then. I did them both a favor.”

“You’re gonna apologize.”

“What?” Nori practically screeched, eyes wide and latching onto Dwalin’s arm. “Like, genuinely? Or in a ‘sorry for bringing up the piercing’ way?”

“Genuinely, or you’re on the sofa tonight. Might be nice having the big bed to myself and not being latched onto by a little gremlin all night,” Dwalin teased, but there was some sternness to his voice as he finished signing off on the bill and removing himself from his seat. “Just say sorry, and you’re out of the doghouse.”

“And into your bed?”

“I’ll allow it.” Leaning down and pressing a raspberry of a kiss to the top of Nori’s head, and earning a hissy fit in retaliation, Dwalin was sure that the night wasn’t totally ruined due to a vulgar mouth. So long as Thorin got some form of apology before Thursday’s practice, that’s all he cared about. Besides, would he have actually kicked Nori out of bed for tonight? Probably not, it was one of the few places where Dwalin didn’t mind Nori’s vulgarity.

And it was Valentine’s Day, after all.

==========

“How does this sound? ‘Hey, sorry for bringing your dick into the conversation. Happy Valentine’s Day.’”

“Try again.”

“Too late, already sent it.” Nori was in high spirits regardless of being halfway in the doghouse, but it was an attempt at a truce at the very least between the bass player and bandleader. No doubt the topic of conversation later in the week would be interesting. “If he doesn’t reply within the next ten minutes, I can only assume my theory was correct.”

“Which was?”

“My prodding and finally making Bilbo open up about his intentions was just the push they both needed to finally do the deed. I bet they’re having a really great time.”

“You better hope that’s what it is, or Thorin’s still gonna wring your neck.”

“Trust the process, Dwalin dear, I know exactly what I’m doing here. I’m sure we’ll hear something about it on Thursday, or at least you will, and then you can share with me the juicy details.” Nori pinched at Dwalin’s arm as they pulled into the drive of their shared, and very small, home. “Now, there’s a card waiting inside for you–”

“It’s not another ‘my dick springs forward for you’ card is it?”

“Even better! Now run along, I’ll be right behind you.” Likely in more ways than one if Nori had it his way.

“You’re a fucking menace,” Dwalin grinned after putting the car in park, leaning over to press his forehead to Nori’s in a small loving gesture that the two both delighted in, soft as it was. “But I love you anyway.”

“I know you do, just as I love you, Dwalin dear.”