#Buddy you cheeky fellow

[karabell]

GUYS

He made sure his outfit was soft for hug purposes 🥹

[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!

[its-the-univer-blog]

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!

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10 Little Known Ways To Make the Most Out of Your Delhi Flights

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Early Bird Catches the Fun: Get to the airport early to avoid any last minute rushes. Plus, it gives you time to snoop around, grab a snack, or just people-watch. Trust us, it's a vibe!

Terminal Tourist: Terminal 3 is where all the cool stuff happens. Take a walk to the Airport treasure, check out the shops, and maybe treat yourself to a little something. Who knows, you might find a gem or two!

Stay Connected, Stay Sane: Free Wi-Fi is your best friend. Keep your buddies updated, binge-watch cat videos, or stalk your favorite celebs. Whatever flies your plane!

Nom Nom Nom: Hungry? Get ready to try some local treats before takeoff. Spicy snacks, hearty meals—Delhi Airport has it all. Just follow your nose!

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!

Leg Day, Every Day: Stretch those limbs before you board. Take a light stroll around, do a little dance, or just wiggle in your seat. Your body will thank you later!

Snack Attack: Pack some munchies for the journey. Granola bars, fruit, maybe even some homemade cookies. Sharing is caring, after all!

Hydration Station: Water, water everywhere! Stay hydrated like a boss. Fill up your bottle after security and sip away. Trust me, it's a game-changer!

Delhi Dreams: As you board, let the excitement sink in. Delhi is waiting with open arms, ready to dazzle you with its charm. Get ready for the adventure of a lifetime!

So there you have it, 10 little secrets to rock your New Delhi flight like a pro. Embrace the chaos, enjoy the delights, and get ready for an epic journey. Delhi, here you come! So it doesn't matter what ticket you hold, be it Ayodhya to Delhi flight, Mumbai to Bangalore or any other flight route, you can be assured that you will get the best of flight experience with the above mentioned points. Happy travels!

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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.

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Legacy of the Girls - Part 8

Lets continue reading, shall we?

I'm beginning this post with Loren and Solar being absolutely adorable as they tell each other dramatic stories. Seriously, look at them! They're so cute!

My babies <3

Loren: Wanna hear a secret? Solar: Uhuh... Loren: I'm gonna break all the hearts before I leave this town. Or at least, like, six.

I'm not sure what happened but Radley was GOING OFF at this guy in the middle of the street. Radley: YOU SIR ARE A CRAB!

He probably said something along the lines of seahorses not being real horses or something...

Well damn, the whole freaking neighborhood rocked up to watch this fight. It is so hard to have Radley meet anyone because at one point or another she's gonna pick on them to the point where they hate each other and this happens.

Why can't you hold a decent conversation, girl?!

*being judged by the whole neighborhood*

Molly?! Molly he's back! MOLLY!

Molly: I'm on it! Two fights in one day. Wow, busy weekend.

Wait, what? Mya is running away?! WHY!? This household absolutely adores Mya, especially Winter. Why would she feel the need to run away? Was it something we did? Was it all the fighting?

I had Loren post online that Mya was missing because everyone was SUPER depressed about it.

I've been wanting Molly and Radley to have a "mean girls" night out for a while, but they were always on opposite schedules. But tonight they're both free! So we've gone to The Caboose for some drinks.

Radley: Why did she run away? We gave Mya everything </3 Molly: uh... there there...

Ugh, you guys better find some energy if this night is to be successful or not.

Oh my God, you guys I couldn't believe it. I'm sitting here watching Molly put up with this old fellow who wants to show her his pile of clay and THERE IN THE BACKGROUND IS TOM PEEPING! He's fully checking her out! He came here on PURPOSE!

You showed up at the wrong bar, buddy. Molly is not happy that you're here.

Radley: *thinking* Ah excellent, someone else I absolutely hate and can ridicule all night.

Molly: Did you just try to defend Mr. Peeping? Bitch, I will fight you. Do you wanna go!? Random Lady: Good Heavens, no!

Unfortunately if Molly has you in her sights its game over. Meanwhile, Tom is in the background there just having a cheeky swig from his drink.

Radley setting aside her hatred for mankind for a moment while she watches Molly wrestle with this woman. Girl: Damn, Molly's got some serious muscle. Radley: *winces* I wouldn't wanna be in that headlock...

Molly: So there are these foxes leading all these other animals to a new park where they can live happily ever after, right? But along the way the hedgehogs die..

Molly, six drinks in at 3am, thinking she's hot stuff as she shares some of her greatest stories with a hot stranger. Not gonna lie, seeing her interact normally can be weird sometimes.

Molly: And in the end they all realize the true treasure was the meaningful friendships they made along the way.

Radley: Which one of you crabs wants a drink? I'm free pouring for the next 20 minutes, lets go! Molly: Girl, get me a long island ice tea <3

Radley was surprisingly having a good time as a bartender! The night ended up actually being quite enjoyable. To be fair, she was pretty upset about Mya all night. That probably held her back a bit.

Molly: I have to go home now! *smooch!*

This boy's name is Hawea btw. I made sure I took note as soon as Molly had a shining towards him. Get it girl!

The girls literally drank and bar-tended all night until morning when they finally slunk home, exhausted and dehydrated and desperate to pee. What an achievement.

MYA CAME BACK!!!

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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!

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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. 

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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.

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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.

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“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.”

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Drink Up - Geralt of Rivia x reader

Summary: Traveling for hours on end can become exceptionally loathsome, but with a bottle of something strong to pass the time, things get very interesting indeed.

Warning: reader and Jaskier talking about sexy times, reader getting drunk and things get entertaining, the trio being goofs tbh

-reader is part of my Geralt series (Of Monsters And Men)

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With not a whole lot of entertainment sprouting forth from the nearby scenery of the continent most days, or by the unfortunate lack of abundant random wanderers to cross your path. You’ve become accustomed to imploring very creative ways in amusing yourself while wayfaring the roads with your two favorite traveling buddies.

A Witcher, to handsome for his own good, and a lovely yet mildly annoying bard.

You’ve been currently hiking on this forest trail for half the day without much to pass the time. Sure Jaskier has delved into giving you all a show with his ballots and fantastic lute playing skills. But there’s only so much of that angelic voice you can take before it turns into the most goddamn irritating thing you’ve ever heard.

Also you’re pretty damn certain that Geralt could have been one more strum away from knocking the bard out cold, thus pleading for you to leave him there for the next unlucky fellow who decides to wander by.

The sun on the other hand keeps her great golden colors beaming across the landscape, warming the earth to a comfortable temperature on this calm spring afternoon. It’s been a good hour since anything interesting has happened and this stick you keep flipping around in your hand is not cutting it.

Pressing onward, your mind suddenly sparks with an idea, surly an idea that will stir up some much needed conversation on this rather dull trip though the peaceful woodland. Smirking to yourself, you glance to your right where Jaskier is walking with lute in hand, oblivious to your growing mischievousness.

Then your crimson gaze trails a small distance ahead where Geralt sits atop of Roach, his snowy head faced forward as he relishes in the quiet of the green woodland. Gods he looks like a proper knight, with that dark armor, sword on his back, and all that manliness seated atop his grand stead. Hmm, delicious.

Casually twirling your stick here and there, you turn your attention over to Jaskier who’s looking away from you, “Psst...Jaskier.” You whisper, making sure Geralt can’t hear.

The bards head snaps over to you in an instant, a new intrigued curiosity overtaking him, “Yes?” He whispers back just as quietly, blues darting over to Geralt who’s none the wiser.

You casually shrug, using your normal speaking voice now, “Just wanted to make sure you haven’t forgotten your name.”

His face falls, “Y/N.” He whines disappointedly, “Come on I’m bored as shit.” Complains Jaskier like a whiny little toddler before he huffs and pauses for a moment to think. Suddenly he taps the side of your bicep with the back of his hand, you raise a curious brow as he shrugs, “You got any good stories?”

Searching your extensive past of palpable events for a moment, your face quickly lights up, “Ohhh better then a story. Get a load of this shit.” You muse while pulling out a bottle of wine from your traveling pack, “Stole this from some pricy vendor. Figured it’d have some purpose sooner or later and right now I need it sooner.” You chuckle while popping off the spongy cork and taking a hearty swig.

Jaskier lets out a breathy laugh as he watches you fully enjoy your stolen beverage, “Not sure if I should be impressed or concerned.”

“Don’t worry I’ll share but only if you indulge me.” You quip before taking another gulp before bringing the bottle to your side, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before speaking, “I have a question for you my dear lover boy.��� You inquire with a wiggle of your brows.

Jaskier smirks, ready for the challenge and some wine, “Ask away.”

Whipping your stick around, you point it at the bard, “Okay. And be honest, I can tell if you’re not.....what’s the best part of a woman?”

Jaskier nods, his face shifting into one of legitimate deep thought as he takes a considerable amount of time to contemplate the possibilities, “Well, I guess I’d say I’m decently fond of a good smile,” Admits the bard before he lets out a small chuckle, “cause if they don’t have one it’s regretfully difficult to watch them enjoy themselves if you understand my meaning.” Adds Jaskier, nudging your arm with his elbow as you roll your ruby irises.

“Hmm alright well you’re a fucking snooze.” You deadpan as he suddenly lets out a burst of laughter.

“Oh I didn’t realize you wanted all my inner most personal tastes, is that it then?” He wonders as you chuckle at his little half offended outburst.

“Tell me what gets you all hot and bothered and I’ll indulge you in my own appetites.” You add slyly, giving him a mischievous wink while continuing to twirl your stick and sip more of your strong liquor. Damn this stuff is strong.

He nods in understanding, a cheeky smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he decides to indulge you, “Well the lady asks, where to start?” Questions Jaskier.

“Oh I don’t know. Let’s say, personality aside cause we’re not here for that shit right now..” You swat the air theatrically before taking another sip of your drink, “...what do you think? Firm or soft, maybe even a little saggy?” You suggest, making a squeezing motion with your one hand while your stick is tucked underneath that arm.

“I’d say both. A breast is a breast.” He confirms Jaskier with a laugh.

“A man of all dishes served I see. I respect the inclusion of diverse variety.” You add with an honest nod of approval. “Alright. Are scars a turn off if severe?”

“Taverns are dark for a reason Y/N.” Muses Jaskier with a knowing look causing you to snort with laughter.

“Fair point.” You wheeze.

“Okay Y/N/N, my turn.” Inquires Jaskier as you hand him the liquor.

“Lets hear it.”

He gives you back your bottle, “So....what’s so intriguing about that old grumpy wolf up there?” Questions Jaskier as he nods towards Geralt who’s minding his sweet business from his perch on Roach. No doubt probably listening.

Biting your lip, your eyes linger on the broad leathered back of your silver haired lover, “Are we talking physically or personality wise?” You wonder while turning your attention back to the bard, your voice lowering a couple octaves, “cause let me tell you he’s not much for words most times...” You lean in closer to Jaskier before whispering, “but I can get him moaning so goddamn fast.”

“Oh gods. Please tell me everything.” Presses Jaskier with a laugh as you take another sip from the bottle. Shit, you’re already feeling buzzed, guess it is much stronger then once previously thought.

Giving Jaskier a fangy smirk, you point the stick in Geralt’s general direction, “You asked so you’ve been warned. This man can come absolutely undone within minutes, literally all I gotta do is call him some cute names and lick his cheek...you know, feel him up a bit. Get him feeling all loved and appreciated you know?”

“Really?” Inquires Jaskier, enjoying your progressively drunken shpeel of personal info regarding yours and Geralt’s sex lives.

“Oh fuck yeah, but what really gets him off, is if I undress in front of him and then get all dominant and rough you know. He loves that shit.” You explain with a smile as Jaskier stares at you in awe. “He’s a moaning mess after I put on the charm, practically cumming at my command. The fucking power I have.” You mumble proudly with a shake of your bottle, though you try and keep your voice down.

“Y/N, you are, quit the woman.” Points Jaskier like a proud father watching his daughter marry to a prestigious lord of great wealth.

“I know.” You add with a shrug, clearly self confident and half drunk by now, “I’m a seductress what can I say?” Taking a moment to drink some more wine as Jaskier holds in his laughter.

He watches you trip on nothing before regaining your bearings a second later, “So uh, how you feeling?”

You give him a fangy grin, raising your bottle in salute, “Fantastic.”

“That’s good.” He muses, clearly not believing you, “How’s the wine?”

“Delectable and worth every coin!” You whisper yell, raising your bottle once more, the dwindling contents swirl around, some drops falling out as you bring the glass back down to your side.

“I thought you stole it?”

You snort, “I did.”

“Hmm alright, maybe uh....maybe slow it down on the intake Y/N?” Says Jaskier, taking notice of your new inebriated state and knowing all to well what you’re like when fully drunk of your ass.

“Fuck off bard I’m fine.” You mutter with an elated snicker before starting to giggle like a drunken jester in a kings court, causing Geralt to turn his head to the side in interest before shrugging and looking down the trail once again.

“You sure?” Half worries Jaskier, though in truth he’s absolutely living for the situation unfolding in front of him, “I’d rather not have you puking later.”

Scoffing you take another sip, “I’m not getting sick Jaskrr, I’m just horny.”

Brows raised in surprise, he coughs, “Oh, that’s um...good....I think?”

Almost tripping over a jutted out root, you bite your lip while eyeing up Geralt hungrily, “Now that....is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and you know what?”

“What should I know?” Wonders Jaskier with interest, making no faults to decrease how he’s clearly egging you on.

Grinning with a face full of mischief, you snicker, “Well....I can say I’ve seen his dick.” The bards eyes widen in amusement as you continue, “Which is...by the way....very lovely and large, he knows how to please a woman if you know what I mean.” You mumble quickly with a wink as Jaskier snorts.

“Oh, that’s good to know. What else is nice about him?” He agrees while successfully baiting you on further.

“Hmm mhmmm. Big muscles, Jask, big muscles.” You emphasize while leaning into the bards side and squeezing his less then impressive biceps, “Oh and he’s so good at hugging and cuddles.” You squeak with joy, shaking Jaskier as you swoon over Geralt, “Ugh, I love it when he’s shirtless and he looks at me and I just....ugh I’ll take my pants off so goddamn fast.”

Shoving his face into the crook of his arm to keep from laughing, Jaskier does all in his power to refrain from losing it while you lean away, stumbling around on the trail, oblivious to how hilarious he’s taking everything you just confessed to him. The biggest lovestruck grin dancing across your features as you stare longingly at Geralt’s leather clad back. A flash of lust rising in your smiling expression as you eye him up.

“I want.” You mutter, throwing your stick to the side as you make a childlike grabby motion with your hand.

“Y/N he’s on a horse.” Explains Jaskier as you make a face.

You scoff, sending Jaskier another dirty look, “You don’t understand.”

“Y/N it’s the middle of the day and we’re in an unknown forest.” Warns the bard, “Not exactly the time or place for whatever is brewing in your head.”

“Nuthin’s brwing in me head Jask.” You slur, tripping once again before just barely catching yourself.

Jaskier gives you a less then convinced expression, seeing straight though your terrible lying, “I don’t believe you.” He says while you frown.

“But he looks so delicious.” You whine with a dramatic pout, “And I’m so fecking horns right noww ‘cause of....wull, I just’am!” You grumble, turning your head to face Jaskier with an angry little frown before a mischievous smile begins to form upon your lips.

Jaskier blinks, knowing all to well what drunk you is capable of, “Y/N. Don’t you dare.” He warns.

“Waterr you gonna do bart?” You challenge, pushing him though its a weak assault that does nothing significant, “Fight me? I’ll kick your little pixie ass.”

Shaking his head, Jaskier takes a cautious step away from you, “Definitely not. Actually you know what? He’s all yours, go get him Y/N.” Urges Jaskier, really anticipating the possible beautiful disaster that may just soon enough present itself.

Raising your brows in pleasant surprise, you down the rest of your bottle, “Ha! Yu’r not as stupi’s ass’he says yur. I knews it. All along, nev’r a doubt in my mind really.....I sw’r it........promise.” You slur, the alcohols affects really starting to delve into your system.

Jaskier’s brows furrow in confusion, not one hundred percent sure how he should take that, “Well, that’s good I suppose.”

“Yes.........it is....... isn’t it.” You agree with a couple quick nods that look like a small child who’s trying desperately to get their parent to agree with them, “Okay, I’m go’in ta get h’em ov’tha house now.” You pause a moment, brows furrowing in thought as you grab Jaskier by the shoulder, “Horse. That’s uh, what I mean.....yeah.”

Jaskier opens his mouth to say something but you’re already stumbling quickly down the beaten trail much faster then he’d anticipated. You zero in on Geralt’s fine leather armored back, your vision slightly blurred and your legs a bit wobbly from the strong alcohol you’ve managed to make empty in less then ten minutes.

Shaking the fuzziness from your head, you drop the empty bottle in the dirt before hustling to Geralt’s side. Stopping quickly, halting a moment to gather yourself before walking onward, continuing side by side next to his feet and Roach’s middle.

Geralt hums before casually turning his head to find your beaming face with the dark of your eyes as big as a ceramic plate. Raising a brow, the Witcher throws Jaskier an odd look before shifting his attention back down to you.

“Y/N?” He mutters, not sure if you’ve eaten something you shouldn’t have or were recently hexed by some random fairy nearby. 

Letting out a little burp, you hold your hands close to your chest all the while giving him the biggest smile, “I’m....in’loe....v..uh, love....with’u.”

Geralt let’s out a humored snort at your intoxicated self while you await his answer to your grand declaration of love that he was indeed able to understand, “Sorry, I’m taken.” He quips, obviously teasing you though you’re to drunk to realize this.

Frowning you look at the ground in disappointment, “oh.” You whisper sadly causing Geralt to legitimately feel bad until your whole demeanor shifts to heated aggression, “That fucking bitch!” You shout coherently through a small slurred wavering in your angered voice, scaring some perched crows from their keep as well as a couple of innocent rabbits.

Geralt listens to the muffled laughter of Jaskier as you throw your hands up in aspiration before letting out a colorful stream of curses, “No good dirty whore faced dog shit horse shit bitch who’s clamed h’em ferr the’own!”

“Do’snt mak’any sense! I have a sw’urd! I can run....really fast! I’m half vampurrr goddammit!” You shout into the woods, struggling to keep your words together, “I’m pre-destinated...pre-dun.....pre-dragons....destiny, de-destined to be seductive! I am sexy!” You shout dramatically.

“Okay, Y/N let’s not wake something or someone with ill intentions.” Interrupts Geralt as you make two frustrated fists, your face appearing rather angered, crimson eyes dancing with hellfire.

“No!” You snap before turning an accusing dagger up at him, where you got that he’s not sure, “Tell me..who’s this-this donkey wumunnn! So I can...grrr....so I can uh, so I can...” Quickly looking down, you struggle to put away your dagger back into it’s designated sheath, you frown once again before shifting your face into a fake, yet rather convincing smile, “I just’uv sum’thins to say to’er. Thas’all. Promise.” You add sweetly, grin as shiny as a barrel of shimmering pearls and honestly a bit sadistic if he didn’t know any better.

Chuckling at your adorable drunken antics, Geralt shrugs, “She’s from a far away land. About a couple leagues from here northwest.”

“Wha’else.” You demand urgently, tone authoritative and hostile.

“She’s pretty tough, and very beautiful.” Teases Geralt as you scowl in irritation for this unidentifiable cunt who’s taken your man.

“Disgustin.” You scoff, flicking a hand upward as you mutter, “Go’un.”

“She’s got the most lovely body I’ve ever seen, and her laugh is more angelic then all the greatest singers in the entire continent.” He confirms with a handsome smile that would have you swooning like a fair maiden if not for how filled with hatred you are right now. 

“Blah.” You dismiss while sticking out your tongue in disgust, “Com’un giv’m a name. Then I’ll handle the’rst.”

“I don’t want you to hurt her.” He mutters with a shrug, holding back laughter at your amusing facial features.

“I won’t.” You sass, making a face before mumbling, “Jus’wanna talk....re’memr.”

“I don’t think I believe you Y/N.” Affirms the handsome Witcher much to your frustration.

“I jus’wanna fucking talk!” You growl as Jaskier cackles in the background, clearly enjoying this conversation though you can’t understand what’s so funny.

Snapping your head in his direction, you squint your eyes at him menacingly before yanking off a hanging thin branch and launching your new makeshift weapon full force in his general direction. He yelps in surprise before ducking, the wooden assault just missing his face by mere inches.

“Dear gods Y/N!” Gasps the bard with wide eyes as you snicker at his dramatic reaction.

“Fuck’ov h’was gonna tell me!”

“No he wasn’t!” Argues Jaskier while fearfully clutching his lute to his chest, afraid you might start swinging.

“H’was and I’m gonna fuck’n kill that bitch!” You snap angrily as Roach snorts, having not a single iota what the hell you’re saying. Only that you sound like some wounded beast on their last hour.

Rolling his baby blues in annoyance, Jaskier shouts back, “There is no other woman or man or any fucking forest nymph that Geralt has any sort of eyes for! You-you crazy woman!”

“How’u know? He doesn’t tell you shit!” You yell back, emphasizing the last word with some heat.

“He does! For your humbled information.” Protests Jaskier sassily while Geralt silently listens to you two idiots scream at one another in the middle of some large lumbering forest. His drunken lover and his, perhaps he could say it, friend who happens to be a bard.

“Oh really?!” You challenge, “Wel’in who’s this fuck’in cunt who’h said he’s with’en? Huh?!” You shout back.

Jaskier let’s out a stream of incomprehensible mumbles before throwing his hands into the air in frustration, “That’s because this woman is you, you drunken bat!”

“I’mnut drunk! Nor’m I a bat!” You yell, ignoring the fact that he confirmed you’re indeed Geralt’s lover, “I didn’evn drink tha’mush!”

“You drank the whole bloody bottle!” Claims Jaskier, much to your great shock and bewilderment, that Geralt struggles to keep himself from losing it atop of Roach.

 You scoff, clearly not believing a single thing out of this bards mouth, “I dunt see’a bottle!”

“That’s because you threw it somewhere!”

“Wel’wy woulda’ do’tha?” You snap, hands fanned out to each side in puzzlement like an angry castle pigeon standing up to a hulking statue.

“Oh I don’t know...let me think for a brief moment here...oh right! Because you’ve drank more then a king on his wedding night!” Shouts Jaskier as Geralt rolls his golden eyes, moving to jump off of Roach.

Standing oblivious to your Witcher who’s no more then five feet away from you now at ground level, your eyes start to grow darker as your frustration grows in this hazy state you’re in. “Mayb’if I knuck you’ot wit’a lute then’ull shut up!” You slur, taking a threatening step forward.

The bards eyes widen in fear for a moment as he sends Geralt a desperate glance, “Geralt!”

“Y/N.” Mutters Geralt gently in that grumbly voice of his, causing you to immediately turn in his direction.

Eyes softening, you instantly break out into a joyful fangy grin, “Yes.” You mumble happily, eyes shifting from his boots to his face as you shamelessly check him out.

“Come here.” Beckons your beautiful Witcher with a pleasant smile upon his plush lips, his arms soon reach out for yours and quickly enough they intertwine.

You blink back your slightly blurred vision to witness as Geralt’s lips flicker from your mouth to your shimmering irises of ruby red, a second later he pulls you flush against him for a heated embrace. Just want you wanted. 

Your lips move passionately against his own, a delighted smile forming as you enjoy the feeling of his tongue inside your mouth. Then all to soon he pulls away and your lips are left empty and wanting so much more.

Pouting you make an adorably angered face, “Wul’that wasn’t nearly s’long as it coulda been.” You grumble bluntly, suddenly yawning as you try desperately to keep focused on his face. His beautiful face. So pretty, so kissable, so lovely.

Dark spots skip and flare through your fading vision until without warning your legs feel like they’ve turned to pudding, giving out from underneath you in an instant and all you’re able to witness is Geralt’s lovely face before....

Darkness.

——

Waking up from a deep sleep, your eyes open to the sound of a fire crackling nearby, the sweet smell of grilled leaks wafting into your nostrils that aids in fully awakening your senses. You let out a sleepy yawn, sitting yourself up from your once previous positioning on your rolled out travel sack underneath you.

Sitting criss crossed, you wipe the bleariness from your scarlet irises before sucking in a deep breath and blinking, your sights now set on the campfire in front of you, a beautiful glow of bright oranges and gold. Geralt and Jaskier on either side, both quietly talking to one another before turning to face you. A knowing smile on either of their faces. Oh, Gods what did you do? And how did you even get here?

Shifting your confused gaze from Jaskier to Geralt and back again, you raise a puzzled brow, “Would any of you be kind enough to tell me how the fuck it’s already dark out?”

“What do you mean Y/N? It’s sunny as a summers day.” Confirms Jaskier with an honest smile, blue eyes looking into the fire as he strums a cord on his lute.

Shaking your head, you sniff, “Okay fuck you.”

Jaskier laughs as Geralt lets slip a couple chuckles before explaining, “You drank all of that wine bottle you stole.”

“Shit.” You mutter while rubbing your temples, “Who let me do that?”

“You did.” Adds the bard.

“Did I threaten you? I feel like drunk me was yelling for some reason, my throat kinda feels weird.”

“You were trying to get me to tell you the name of my lover.” Affirms Geralt with a laugh, “Which is obliviously you. Though drunk Y/N thought otherwise.”

“Fantastic.” You deadpan before turning on your side and laying on your back, deciding to relax once again, “So, how’d I get here? I forget after I was telling Jask about...uh, well...doesn’t matter.”

Smiling to himself from the explicit information you slipped to him about yourself and Geralt in the bedroom, Jaskier chuckles at that while Geralt moves to lay down as well, his head close to yours as you both make an L on the ground. “I put a drop of sleeping potion on my tongue and when I kissed you...”

“You gave me tongue and drugged me?” You confirm with a breathy laugh, honestly quit impressed he managed to pull that off so smoothly. Well, then again you were drunk off your ass.

Geralt hums, “It was either that or let you kill Jaskier. It was a tough decision really.”

“What?” Gasps Jaskier, “You had to think about it?”

“And he chose to slip me some enchanted sleeping juice instead. You’re welcome.”

Jaskier scoffs, “Yeah well you wanted to fuck him in the woods so....shut it.”

“We still can,” Mutters Geralt with a smile, face turned a bit so he has a better view of your face, “if you want.”

Smirking back at him, Jaskier almost chokes on his own spit, “I am right here. Right here Geralt. Right here.”

You laugh at the bards dramatics, “We never said you had to watch.”

“Wha-thats besides the point! And just, ugh please don’t....” Whines Jaskier, making a face of disgust before frowning, “or at least just wait for me to fall asleep.”

Laughing, you give the bard an agreeable nod, “Don’t worry we will.”

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TIMING: some time in July. LOCATION: Perfect Pint. PARTIES: @ironcladrhett & @eyes-in-the-night SUMMARY: Two mad lads have a night on the turps sharing their stories. CONTENT WARNINGS: alcoholism.

—

The more time passed, the more Correy felt like his old self. Well. At least his old post-lantern-still-fairly-traumatized-but-doing-JUST-fine-for-sure self. Still couldn’t do a goddamn thing with the shadows, and still couldn’t unzip his glamour but that was fine. (It was not). The ritual would be soon enough. Marina said she may have found the knife that he so brilliantly chucked into the ocean after removing from his abdomen. So that was good. Things were good. They were definitely positively absolutely good. 

 So good in fact that the lampade was actually going out with a stranger. Catch drinks and swap stories. A stranger who was more than likely a hunter of some sort. At least by Correy’s hunch. Hunter or a serial killer. But those tended to be less open on social media about shit like whatever Rhett had been going on about. Call it stupid, call it a nostalgia trip, but the fae wanted to meet the man behind the screen. See if he was at all like his old drinkin’ buddy from back in the day. 

 Lampade didn’t have any particularly perfected sense of smell or anything, but he did catch a whiff of the man before he realized they were there. Somehow reminding the nymph even more of Aerin McAllister. The old fuck. Brought a shadow of a smile to Correy’s face as he found the face that matched the smell and the social media profile picture. “Oi, come ‘ere often mate?” 

 —

 Having spent the day elbow-deep in the van’s engine to try and sort out a funny rattling sound she’d been making and drying meat for jerky, Rhett carried the very distinct scent of motor oil, bonfire smoke, and leather—the latter thanks entirely in part to the well-loved jacket he was wearing. Boots scuffed the pavement as he walked up to the pub’s door, hands stuffed in the pockets of his slim-fit jeans, one hand fiddling with the lighter that was housed there. 

 Inside, the warden took a quick survey of the place before moving toward the bar. Glancing up at the voice that seemed directed at his arrival, Rhett brightened. “Unfortunately, yes,” he answered, figuring this must’ve been the man with the funny friend. Holding out one tattooed hand to shake, he introduced himself with a cheeky grin. “Kia ora, bro. Name’s Rhett, explosive enthusiast.” The bartender approached, to which Rhett threw a nod. “Seven fathoms, mate,” came his liquor request, which was pretty standard for the hunter. 

 A funny feeling coiled in his chest and his brow furrowed, eyes darting around the room. Might’ve been fae… too many fucking people to tell who. Sucking in a slow, steadying breath, the warden forced himself to forget about it. There’d be plenty of time for killing later.

 —

 “Ahh is it unfortunate then?” Correy shot back a smirk of his own, however subdued by his usual lackluster approach to anything expression related. “T’ought it’s supposed to be a big cheer or some shite when you fish at a pond where everyone knows yer name.” The taller man leaned against the old oak bar and studied the other for a moment before answering with his own name. “Céad Mile Fáilte, You can call me Correy. Fellow admirer of all things incendiary.” Mostly an admirer of learning every suitably interesting way to make things tick. Items, Machines, people. Just about anything really. If it could be manipulated into something more fun. He’d have a go. 

 It’s why he was here, wasn’t it? 

 The mostly-undetected fae scanned the bottles for something that called to him. It was always hard to pick the first drink. Especially in front of a new face. “Old Fashioned.” Ironically, a drink younger than the gentleman who intended to drink it. The irony made it sweeter, or so he thought. 

 Something shifted on the other man’s face and Correy had to stifle a laugh. He’d seen that look before. Wounded and stuck in his glamour, but still setting off the fae alarms. That or if the man really wasn’t a warden, some sort of paranoia must’ve struck him with the willies. 

 “So, which story ye wanna hear first? Lightbulb, or, why he got angry enough to use it.”  

 —

 Correy, Correy. Commit it to memory. Rhett was bad about that, bad about forgetting names and faces with a particular quickness, trying to leave room for so many more important things, like how many familial murders had occurred in any given county in the last five years. “Aye, well, ‘fraid this ain’t the set of a television show. ‘Sides, these fuckers know I’m mad as a two-bob watch. Stay well enough away.” The truth of it was that he was usually here with Emilio, who did not give off very friendly vibes, so the pair were almost never bothered by someone looking to strike up conversation. It was a pity, because despite his abrupt, half-baked way of speaking, Rhett really did enjoy socializing. Listening, anyway. He loved listening. 

 “Oahh,” Rhett grunted as a wide grin stretched across his lips, “Gotta be tellin’ us the whole story then, eh? Context, she’s always key.” Nodding at the bartender as their drinks were dropped off, they were told to open a tab. 

 —

 A pleased little smirk pushed over the lampade’s features as the other caught his reference. Correy took his drink in hand and quirked his head to the side, gesturing over at an empty booth where they could listen, talk, and watch the goings on at the Perfect Pint. The seats were comfortable, wooden. Worn with the sliding of a thousand drunks in and out and in and out. Wherever the lacquer had whittled down to bare wood, it’d been sanded smooth by the very same actions. Correy loved it when furniture told a story. But he was here to tell his own. Or, rather, that of someone no longer with us. 

 “Well, it started a bit ago, back when I lived in Ireland.” As if it wasn’t super obvious from his cadence and lilt. Correy didn’t have to specify how long ago.  “McAllister n’ I weren’t ever supposed to cross paths. That’s how these old tales should start, right? A bit o’ intrigue and a flair for dramatic? I’d say it were rainin’ up a storm to set the stage but that couldn’t be further from the truth. It was bright. Sunny. I always hated it when it got like that. I don’ have such rich tones as you do. Burn up just soon as the sun even thinks about me. Pretty much the same for most folk from Ireland. Lotta bright red lobsters in summer.”  The fae sat with a contented smile, eyes faraway as he tried to remember the best of the details. 

 “Ye ever seen a Ballybog swarm?” 

 —

 Once seated in a slightly more private setting, or as private as you could find in a busy pub full of loud-mouthed drunks, Rhett was tuned in for the man’s story and easily pushed everything else out of the way. His brows rose with amusement the more Correy went on, a breathy chuckle slipping free when he called his lot out on being sunshine-sensitive. 

 That interest intensified significantly at the mention of Ballybogs. Oh, oh, so it was going to be this sort of conversation, was it? Rhett was quick to throw caution to the wind, brightening up and nodding his head enthusiastically before having to correct himself. “Ah, well—” he muttered, interrupting his own expression of agreement, “not a swarm, exactly. Dozen or so, maybe. How many you talkin’? Double that? Triple?” The idea was concerning enough on its own, never mind that this was a story that’d happened to someone else. Rhett could feel that little buzz starting up in his core, the one that always made an appearance whenever something was happening that he found particularly interesting or exciting—usually one that led to him saying a lot of things, too fast and with far too much honesty. 

 —

 “Oooahh, More n’ that.” The raise in his eyebrows was enough to send a stab of pain rolling through the lampade, but he smiled all the more in spite of it. Correy nursed his drink, holding the warden’s attention hostage as he built up the anticipation. “Musta been breedin’ season or somethin’ cause there were hundreds. All over town. Folks freakin’ out thinkin’ it was a plague.” He leaned forward, whispering the next part with a certain mischievous glee alight in his eyes. “What we didn’t know then, someone did it on purpose. Well. Sorta. I’ll get to that part.” 

 Correy leaned back, eyes returning to the ceiling as he remembered fondly. “Well there I was, had a good old night of fun, hungover and barely awake. And first thing I see when I open my eyes is a big pair of eyes peerin’ back at me. Shot up and saw them everywhere. Ballybogs crawling over everythin’ and I mean everything.” Enough that the old Irish git even pronounced his g’s.  

 —

 The creatures in question were relatively harmless on their own… not life-threatening to humans, just clarity-threatening. The hallucinogenic effects of their poison was unpleasant at worst, but not dangerous. As such, Rhett didn’t make a habit of killing any that he came across, figuring there was little need to do so, but still… the idea of hundreds of them swarming a town was something else entirely. That would absolutely be a problem that’d need handling… and he was still wondering where the lightbulb was going to come into this story. As it was, Correy was pretty good at telling them, so the warden felt unusually patient as he settled in to listen intently. 

 “Sounds like a plague,” Rhett chuckled quietly before allowing Correy to continue, only to be left on yet another cliffhanger. He shifted in his seat, brows furrowing as an incredulous, amused expression spread across his face. 

 “Oh, no,” the warden laughed, “don’t tell me the rest of this yarn is comin’ from a fulla who’s full on hallucinatin’.” Meaning Correy, of course. Rhett kind of hoped it was, because that would be funny as shit.

 —

 “Well, as luck would have it, the little bugger ain’t touched me proper just yet.” And it probably wouldn’t have mattered if it did. But the man who was probably a warden didn’t need to know that now did he? “And I knew what it was, so I wasn’t about to let it.” Correy smirked. Pleased with how rapt his audience was. Turns out centuries alone turn you into a pretty good storyteller. 

 “But I was one of the only ones who ain’t been.” A little laugh bounced out of the lampade. Bobbing his shoulders along as he continued with the tale. “So’s I grabbed the broom, happened to be nearish to the bed” Cause back in those times it was pretty much all one room, and Correy had impressive reach. Anything with a shadow was close enough. “I swat it away, and start sweepin my way towards the door. Get a good gander at the shite show outside. It was mayhem. Folks climbin’ all over everythin’ even eachother. Froggy feckers goin’ boggy every which way.” 

 —

 The story thus far reminded him of the guy in Bitterroot Valley, Montana that’d had a proper plague of pixies attack his farm and homestead. Those were, of course, a bit more on the malicious side, and certainly a much less entertaining sort of thing to watch. In fact, they’d been downright infuriating. Rhett smirked, downing some more of his rum before propping his jaw against the heel of his palm, giving a small shake of his head. “How big’s this little Irish village what suddenly found itself sufferin’ the wrath of a sadistic god, eh?”

 —

 “Oh real small. Maybe ‘bout seventy folks? All spread out o’re the hills, and that’s actually where our friend comes in.” Correy smirked and mirrored the other man’s sip, almost following his pose too, but feeling a bit too expressive with his hands to keep them bound. “Now I’d been in town for a few days. Always flittin’ about, me. But I’d come to Bheithe to talk to an old friend what ain’t showed his hide yet. So there’s me, broom in hand battin’ away frogs like it’s a sport, runnin’ around outside tryin’ to find anywhere that ain’t fulla cracked out folks or frogs what do the crackin', thinkin’ juuuuuust maybe I should go find meself another expert when this little whizzin’ sound goes rushin’ past me ear.”

 The lampade leaned back, a grin parked on the tip of his tongue and under raised brows. “Boom.” He said it rather quietly, but the gesture he made showed off the size the explosion must’ve had. “Next t’ing I know, all the little froggies are runnin’ toward the blast! Ain’t ever seen anythin’ like it. But they were trippin’ over eachother tryin’a get there. Sos I decide best place to be is right up next to the fella that t’rew the thing. And there he was. Aerin McAllister. Magnificent Bastard.”  

 —

 In an effort to not appear too earnest, Rhett resisted the urge to pull the little notebook out of his front pocket and start taking notes. An explosion of something that attracted ballybogs? That sort of thing could be worth a lot of money, in the right hands. Not that money was of much interest to Rhett, but it might be to someone else. 

 “Musta been damn reactive t’get a boom like that outta just a toss,” Rhett remarked thoughtfully, combing through his internal almanac for combinations that could produce such a blast, and not to mention what the hell this Aerin had put in there that made the fae frogs so beside themselves to get at it. “He tell you what it was made of?”

 —

 “Aye, but that came much later. Still had to deal with the feckers what didn’t follow the initial boom.” A stifled laugh slipped through the lampade’s attempt at remaining stoic. “Aerin was a right old kook. But he knew what to do in shite-storms like that one. So’s I’m there and he just smacks the broom out me hand and starts handin’ me a bunch of little glass bottles. Ain’t even sayin’ a word, all business when the time calls fer it.” Correy remembered the man quite fondly. Even if he had tried to kill him a few times, McAllister was a dear friend. What’s a little stabbing, between buddies? 

 “Boyo just points up the hill, where it looks like the little froggies is comin’ from. And I see the itty bitty shack of a house sittin’ up there. Know it’s gonna be somethin’ juicy. Aerin had that sorta sixth sense ‘bout ‘im. Always knew where the trouble started. Iffn he ain’t the one who did so.” Correy paused for a good dramatic effect. Took another swig of his drink then traced the rim of the glass with his forefinger. “He’s off an’ runnin’, I’m racin’ after tryin’ me best not to break the little glass t’ings he gave me, all the while dodgin’ ballybogs left, right, ‘n center.” 

 A sip.

 “The shack was a mess.” 

 And another, before setting the cup down and letting the grin worm its way across his features. 

 “Apparently, a couple of folk, a caster n’ I t’ink the other was a spriggan. Folks with all them tattoo’s n such, right? Thought it’d be an incredible money makin’ scheme to breed some ballybogs and try n’ bottle up their hallucinogens to sell. Only the caster right fucked their ritual and ended up bringin’ about the froggypocolypse.” 

 —

 The laughter that followed the man’s explanation of the source of all the ballybogs was loud and unrestrained, drawing attention from the patrons that were nearest them, but Rhett paid them no mind. He hadn’t laughed like that in years, and it felt good. 

 “Would say I’m surprised, but that’d make me a liar,” he snickered, quieting himself enough to down what remained in his glass. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard of someone trying to capitalize on the creature’s psychedelic spit, but it was the first time he’d heard about a swarm of them being produced as a result of a spell gone wrong. Fucking hilarious. 

 “What’d ya do? Blow the whole shack? Oi, what a couple ah’ muppets.”

 —

 A laugh like that had the nymph feeling he’d won. Conversation and competition were one in the same in the lampade’s mind. It was all about figuring out your opponent and doing whatever was necessary. In one case, to beat them, in another, to gain social favor. Laughs were often a pretty good indicator. Doubly so when they erupted with such unrefined boisterous aplomb. Correy tilted his head to the side with a sly smile, soaking it all in like a sponge before continuing. 

 “Oh better. McAllister made a bet.” 

 A mischievous grin ate the look of smug pride away. All the more excited to get to the next part of the story. “He figures only t’ing a crafty pair o’ arseholes like t’em would like more ’n money would be a wager and boy he was correct. Fecker pulls out a lightbulb, tells ‘em if they can make it work wit’out e’re putin’ in a socket then he’d let ‘em go free. But if they can’t they’d have to pay for their crimes against the town.” 

 —

 Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, the warden appeared nothing if not amused. “Perfect example of bein’ wary who yer throwin’ yer lot in with.” The statement itself was vague, of course, but thinking that Correy was also a warden had Rhett assuming he’d know that the kiwi meant, of course, the spriggan. Not inherently dangerous, but irritating all the same. And certainly dangerous when they got into trouble like this. 

 “Sounds like they didn’t quite manage it, eh?”

 —

 A Cheshire grin loosed pin straight teeth in an almost too wide smile. Hard to keep the glamour consistent when presenting such interesting tales of long lost times. Rhett was clued into the base hook of the story. That someone died from a lightbulb. Correy let the anticipation build, just enough. Let it boil close to the edge but never over. 

 “Well.” He could see the whole scene before him as if he were still there. A rarity for times before the lantern. So much of that history was lost to Correy, but not this. The fates let him have this story. Perhaps for this very reason. Maybe he was supposed to meet this Rhett. “Waddn’t no normal bulb. McAllister gave me a wink and put his hand on me chest, started backin’ us both away. All the while assurin’ the pair that they just had to try and make it work. They took the bait, hook, line, and sinker.” 

 Correy remembered being so confused at the time. Sure he’d seen some of the weird gadgets Aerin had put together, but this was new. Weird. And the fact that he was pulling the pair of them back meant it was probably explosive. Boy was that right. “The two gits start t’rowing all their magic at it. And the t’ing flickers fer a second but don’t ever stick. Duddn’t stay on. So they t’row more. The bulb was soakin’ it all up like a hungry sponge until–” One last pause. For dramatic effect. 

 “The whole shack, and a fair bit o’ the ground ‘round it, BOOM.” 

 —

 Even through his laughter over the grand finale of this troubled tale, the gears were turning. Sounded like one hell of an explosive, and Rhett wanted to figure out how to make one of his own. Leaning back in his seat and still chuckling, the warden was nodding appreciatively. “Well blow me down! Fuckin’ beaut, that. What I wouldn’t give t’see two idiots explode ‘emselves tryin’ t’light a bulb.”

 It was always polite to return the favor when it came to swapping stories—not that Rhett was ever much concerned about politeness, but it just seemed like the right thing to do in this situation. “No booms, but I do got a pretty harrowin’ tale ‘bout the time I stumbled ‘pon a gang of redcaps while lookin’ for a place t’sleep… if yer interested.” Of course he’d be interested. Hunters loved hearing all the ways their fellow workhorses nearly bit the bullet. Or in this case, bit the axe. Seventeen little axes. And so, with a confirmation from his drinking companion for the night, Rhett went about setting up the scene, grinning all the while. God, he’d missed this.

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A Lazy Day with MC and the Brothers

I was just chilling one day and thought about how a lazy day in with our boys might be like… I like hijinks, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes we ought to slow down too, you know?

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Warning: Slight NSFW-ish? I dunno how to tag innuendo...

Lucifer

First off, hats off for managing to convince the guy to just do nothing for any length of time. That’s some seriously impressive persuasive powers, MC, you sure you don’t know how to charm?

Lazy Lucifer=Sleepy Lucifer. He spends so many nights up late getting work done then follows it up by getting up early in order to wrangling his brothers. It's honestly like it all catches up with him... He’s sleeping in and he’s sleeping in HARD.

Might text one of his brothers to bring them in a late breakfast at some point (never mind the fact it’s practically dinner). Beel would be the one most likely to agree to it, but he also may just eat whatever he picked up on the way there so hopefully someone else is feeling charitable… Try Asmo.

Honestly, his entire goal is to not leave the bedroom at all. If he leaves, then he runs the risk of people seeing him… wait for it... relaxing. Oh, just imagine the scandal!!

Some classical music, a bit of conversation, and maybe a good book in bed would all sound like heaven to him. They may have to get up to make some tea to go along with it, just remind him that drinking coffee on your recharge days can have the opposite effect. The taste of coffee could always just end up reminding him of work anyway…

The evening can go one of two ways. Calm and peaceful or "stress relieving." If they chose the stress relieving option, best be prepared because he'll have a whole night's worth of stress to let out and he's going to need some help… 😏

Mammon

He’s going to want to be close to the MC the whole time, they can hold onto him or him onto them, whatever works. It doesn’t matter as long as there’s still some kind of contact happening.

A whole day with just him and the MC? And they don’t even have to be doing anything? Where can he sign up??

Cue a lot of doing nothing in particular with Mammon tangled up on them in some way: hugging their waist while he checks his phone, resting their legs on his lap during a gaming session, wrapping himself around them while they just have casual conversation. That kind of thing.

When they eventually get hungry then he might pop down to the kitchen and make them some instant noodles (I wouldn’t trust much else he tries to make since… well we know he kind of just adds whatever’s around to his food).

He might start getting a little restless part of the way through the day though, so they’re going to have to do something to get that energy out… 🤔

Use your imagination, I know this fandom can.

Leviathan

The reigning Prince of Lazy Days. Everything about Levi screams “goof off/game night buddy” (at least if the MC is a fellow otaku anyway).

He probably didn’t sleep the night before because he was playing/watching something so the morning will go down one of two ways: 1) He just pulls an all-nighter and begins to progressively lose his mind as the day goes on, or 2) He’s dead to the world until 2pm. Only one of those options is entertaining so you know what I'm going with.

Things will go pretty smoothly through the morning. They don’t have to go anywhere because his room has plenty of snacks so they can just chill out and watch anime or play video games.

Buuut stuff will get more dicey as the afternoon rolls around and his sleep deprivation sets in. He’ll start losing a lot of his filter and may ramble for even longer than normal with even less coherency. He’ll also get more um… "bold" than usual.

Or he may just want to cuddle with them while he babbles on about how much he loves them and how warm they are and how much they remind him of Henry, which reminds him have they seen the latest season of “My Life with Seven Demon Brothers Who All Love Me!” yet because the main character there also reminds him of them and-

He’ll pass out eventually, probably latched onto them somehow with his tail around them tenderly. Don’t bring it up to him in the morning because he will unsuccessfully try to deny it ever happened.

Satan

Not opposed to the occasional lazy day. It actually does good for his nerves since holding in all that pent-up anger can feel like stuffing an elephant into a tea kettle sometimes...

They’re going to want to get him out of his bedroom or the library if they don’t want to fight for his attention against whatever new book he’s eating through today. When the man gets engrossed then it’s like nothing else matters, the House could split in two and he'll only notice if he suddenly can’t reach his drink anymore...

May actually be advantageous to go outside with him, take a nice stroll around the House while having some interesting conversation. They could poke his brain about anything that suits their fancy while they’re out amongst the trees and nature.

If they don’t want to go outside and rather take their chances with the book then okay but the engrossment problem still applies. He may even forget to eat...

Best way to combat his lack of attention is to be a little brat that’s juuust cute enough not to piss him off. It’s a delicate balance. That means getting real close to him, like sitting on his legs, and just occasionally reminding him of their presence with longing looks while tapping, flicking, or messing with the book from time to time (yes, kind of like an attention-seeking cat).

Play it just right and they’ll get attention on them alright, but he may also be looking to punish his “needy kitty." Hope that’s what they’re aiming for... 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus

Really? They want to do nothing? Nothing at all? Are they sure they don’t want to do him instead...? 😏

A relaxing day with Asmo is more or less like a day spent wrapped up in mutual worship and adoration. The guy wants all of their attention and love but he’ll return it and then some. As long as they treat him like the love of their lives it will honestly be like having their own day spa day in Heaven.

If the MC wants to relax, then he’s just the sort to know how to provide for them both. The only question is how do they want it?

The man can give them a full treatment, I mean, just look at his bathroom alone! A good soak in a hot bath, facial masks, back massages, mani-pedis, just say the word MC and he’s more than willing to bestow whatever their little heart desires. That’s his job, isn’t it?

Asmo may be a party boy, but if it’s a little TLC you need, emphasis on the T, then look no farther MC. He’s the guru.

On the flipside if they’re looking for a little release well… who better to ask than Asmo right? He’ll make sure they’ll never want to leave that bed again. 🤭

Beelzebub

As long as snacks are still involved then he’s all in, babe. He’ll do nothing with them all day as long as they keep him fed.

Two words. Couples. Cooking. They can’t skip a meal with Beel so if they’re going to spend lazy time with the dude then they better be planning on being a tag along to the kitchen.

It doesn’t have to be a super strict though, it’s not like they’re not cooking with Barbatos or anything, so they can goof off and make a bit of a mess together. Chances are Beel will eat the ingredients to whatever they’re making anyway so... 😅

A lot of lingering touches and just being close to each other as they go. He might want to hold their waist while they stir or they end up feeding each other in cutesy ways... Really it’s a ridiculously wholesome time.

At one point a food fight may break out and they'll cover themselves in flour, tomato sauce, or some other kind of messy food substance...

Careful, MC. Whatever they get covered in will likely only make them look more delicious to him and he might want to "clean them off".... They'll need to take that out of the kitchen, though, like what if someone needs a snack??

Belphegor

The reigning King of Lazy Days. Take notes, MC, for you are watching the Master at work...

Sleeping in and cuddling is a must. He will not let them leave the bed all morning for anything less than a Category Four Emergency (i.e. “I’m going to starve to death” or “I really gotta go piss”). He will pin them under his sleeping body if he has to!

Once they’ve thoroughly missed breakfast and half past noon rolls around he might call in takeout from Hell’s Kitchen for them to eat in the attic room. Expect some cheeky conversation, probably jokes at the expense of his brothers. Cuddling is still absolutely happening, of course, they cannot shake him off.

May borrow an anime from Levi to watch while they snuggle on the couch. He has all the best blankets in the House so they will be neither cold nor uncomfortable throughout.

His hands get a little grabby during these kinds of cuddle sessions, especially during tense moments in the show because he likes to give them a little jolt to make them yelp, the jerk... 😖

If he manages to not drift off during the show (flip a coin on that chance) the night will end in the planetarium, backs on a pile of blankets while they draw pictures in the stars… All hail the King. 😏