#I’m very nervous about tonight’s episode though

[arthurandmerlin]

The only thing that is stopping me from being fully convinced that Eddie’s getting seriously injured/dying in tonight’s episode is that one of the journalists who’s already seen the episode said that Tim’s stayed true to his promise of Buddie in every episode and that it’s a really cute scene. SURELY she wouldn’t say that if Eddie’s near death in the same episode

[i-mushi]

I wrote a thing called Daddy Fantasies

First time doing the Daddy Dom thing, thanks @leucineinthesky for starting me down this rabbit hole.

Read on Ao3!

“Come on, we’re going.”

“Do we have to?” You wiggled down into your spot in the couch, loathe to get up. Sure, you’d been planted here most of the day, but Alpine was curled up next to you, and you had your next episode cued up already. You’d made the perfect indent for your butt and a nest with your blanket.

“Yes, we do.” Steve’s chin tilted up just the slightest, and now he was looking down his chin at you, the corners of his mouth pulling down. You felt your belly swoop with a mix of shame and arousal. You was being a brat. “They took care of Alpine while we were all gone for the weekend, this is the least we can do.”

“You’re right,” you said, failing to hide your pout even as you finally started to untuck yourself from the blankets. Steve offered a hand to leverage you up from the couch, tugging you into him when you were standing. You pressed your forehead to his firm chest to hide your grumbling, even though you knew this was the right thing to do.

“They’ll be a treat for you when we get home,” he promised, brushing his lips lightly over your temple. You looked up, and he flashed you a small, indulgent smile. “But we’re staying at least two hours.”

There went any chance of staying up late to finish one more episode. Steve was relentless when he wanted to be, and getting enough sleep was one of his things. “Okay. I guess I should put on a bra.”

“It’s a lazy night in with an old friend,” he replied, hand sliding down to your ass in the leggings you’d been lounging in and giving you a squeeze. “A sweatshirt is fine.” Your smile turned a bit impish, and he gave you a swat on the ass before you could make a smart remark. “You’ll definitely need shoes though.”

As nice as it had been to see your friend, you were glad the short visit was over. You said your goodbyes and walked hand-in-hand to the car, Steve’s big palm dwarfing yours. Steve opened the passenger door but didn’t let go of your hand when you went to go inside, a silent order to stop. You turned to him, and he was looking down at you with a flicker of pride in his eyes. He squeezed your hand and kissed your forehead softly. “Good girl.”

A shudder went down your spine and heat pooled in your belly, the pleasure of being good, being right, making him happy thrumming through you as you got into the car. Steve could make your mind go fuzzy with just a few words.

As soon as he had the car going, his hand landed on your thigh, the weight of it grounding, as he turned out of the drive and headed down the road.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“No, you were right,” you admitted, voice low. “I’m glad we went.”

His thumb started to rub your leg lightly, just a gentle brush of his callouses against the thin fabric of your leggings. “You’re being very good tonight.”

“You did say a reward might be involved,” you reminded him, biting your lip to hide a slightly nervous giggle.

“I did, didn’t I?” Steve smirked at you, glancing over as they pulled up to a red light. “What does the good girl want? Ice cream? A massage?”

You put your hand over his, lacing your fingers together. It was always hard for you to ask directly for what you wanted. You were feeling brave tonight after all this praise though. “You, tonight?” You swallowed nervously and hurried on, “And I know we just sent a message to Bucky two days ago, but can we send another? He didn’t respond to the last one.”

The last few sentences came out in an embarrassed jumble, trying to hide your real request. Steve or Bucky were the ones who usually initiated anything, it just seemed to come so naturally to them. Your therapist had been encouraging you to ask for what you wanted, and while it was hard to put into words exactly what you’d been fantasizing about, you could start with this.

…Maybe later you’d ask to be called good girl more. Or to call him—

“You only have to ask, sweetie,” Steve said, flashing you an encouraging smile before turning back to the road. “And I know he’s on minimal contact, but I have an idea of what we can send him. Something that won’t be a problem with security.”

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While Steve or Bucky were away on missions, any messages from home had to be heavily encrypted, and the words run through software to detect any data breaches or classified information. You had sent plenty of short messages to Steve and Bucky before while they were on missions, but this time Steve wanted to send a message without words.

“Ooooooh St—” Steve’s hand clamped on your jaw, shutting your mouth with firm, gentle pressure that had your heart racing with excitement. He had you rolled on one side, facing the phone set up on the nightstand to record audio, while he laid stretched out behind you, his hard cock pressed to your back.

“What did I say? No words,” he breathed against your ear. Then he bit the lobe and released your jaw, leaving you panting as he caught your nipple between two fingers and tugged.

“Mmmm, oh, oh…” You whined, zings of mixed pain/pleasure lighting you up until he finally released the abused nub to slide his hand down further, rough fingers scraping over your soft belly. You hissed as he slipped two thick fingers over your pussy to rub your clit.

“Good and wet,” he rumbled, biting against your neck when you gasped at the sucking noise of his fingers between your nether lips. Your skin was flushed with heat, and you squirmed with thrilled embarrassment when you opened your eyes to see the big red record button flashing on the phone screen. Your cunt spasmed with need and you moaned brokenly. Steve groaned low in answer, lightly thrusting against your back, smearing precum into your skin.

Your rough panting turned harsher as he squeezed your breast and penetrated you with one finger. You hissed when he started to flick his thumb rhythmically against your clit in time with the gentle thrusts. “Ah, ah, ah—” You wanted to say his name but cut it off into a wordless moan as a second finger joined the first. The stretch ached in the best of ways, his calloused fingers rubbing all the right spots inside you. Your toes curled as he kept thrumming your clit, driving that heat inside you hotter and hotter and your voice higher and higher.

“Louder, sweetie,” he murmured against your ear, and you shamelessly lifted your leg over his hip, spreading yourself wider down there. Now the squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you pounded in your ears, the burning need to come rising inside you. Steve started to roll and pinch your nipple with his other hand as a third finger joined the others, and you could barely hear your constant panting, whining, and breathless moaning over the roar in your ears.

Your hips jerked with every thrust, trying to match his pace, frantic to find the peak. Steve kept up the relentless pressure as his mouth moved back to your ear, voice so soft you could barely hear him with your blood pounding with your pulse. “Imagine Bucky listening to this, baby girl. Coming so beautifully, so loud. Say his name, sweetie. Be a good girl and come for your daddies.”

It didn’t matter how Steve knew; you came apart with a cry of Bucky’s name, shaking and moaning as your daddy milked you through it, safe and wanted and tenderly pushed over the edge in his big arms as pleasurable fire burned through you. Your stuttering cries and groans finally gave way to panting gasps for air, like your lungs had seized you’d come so hard. As you laid there on the bed trying to catch your breath, brain fuzzy with pleasure and a happy confusion that Steve had known, there was the unmistakable sound of slurping and licking as Steve cleaned his three fingers. Red bloomed on your cheeks, but you barely had time to consider that before Steve slid his weeping, rock hard cock between your thighs and encouraged you to tighten your legs.

He grunted as he started to thrust, breath harsh against your ear, and you could hear the hot sound of him sliding against your skin, still wet from your release. You felt a new wave of heat fill you as he ground against your clit, and you rocked your hips with him until the bed squeaked beneath you.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured quietly, hand tight on your hip, never enough to bruise but strong enough to remind you he easily could.

“O-ohhh—” Steve kissed you before you could think about saying any other words, swallowing them whole so the audio could only pick up the filthy sounds of your kissing, the wet squelch between your thighs, and the creak of the bed with each thrust.

It didn’t take him long to finish, panting hard until he was finally spurting and moaning your name. Steve coated the sheets and your pussy with his hot cum, and you groaned too, gasping out his name as you came a second time. Both of you collapsed after that, Steve laying half on top of you, a welcome weight, until finally he reached an arm out for the phone.

“Night, Buck,” he said, and hit stop. He dropped the phone on the nightstand and curled his arm around you, cuddling you to his chest. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you said, sated to the bones in a way you didn’t know you could be. A way you suspected came from certain fantasies that had gone unfulfilled until tonight. You almost didn’t want to ask to break the moment, but as both of your breaths started to settle you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep without asking. “Steve, how… how did you…”

“Been thinking about it for a while. Buck noticed it first, the dynamic. What you need. To be cared for, small. You liked it, right?”

“So much,” you breathed out, heart pounding hard at what Steve was saying. You grabbed his hand on your stomach, and he kissed your cheek.

“Good girl.”

A ripple of pleasure went through you, and Steve’s chuckle was so low you could feel the vibration against your back.

“Buck’ll be mad I didn’t wait for him to get back. But we’ll make it up to him, won’t we?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

[selfindulgentpixies]

And part 6 is here! This chapter is very mellow I guess compared to the others? Just a sweet break from everything else because honestly it's what they all deserve and I feel like you all might be ready for a break from the angst. Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 7 Contains: Satoru x reader x Suguru, Gn!reader, reader has 'chan' attached to the end of their name, reader is referred to as cute. (Keep in mind this is very self indulgent) Spoilers up to episode 28. This chapter and next can be viewed as taking place between hidden inventory and premature death. I hope you all enjoy this. Word count: A lil over 3K

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The boys look at you when you curl and cover your face, their expressions amused and a touch concerned.  “If I’m getting the wrong thing from what the two of you are talking about and you tease me when I ask, I'll hobble my way back to the infirmary and not speak to either of you for a week.” You mumble into your hands. 

“Satoru,” Suguru says, giving him a look. 

“Yeah I get it, I won’t make fun of them for what they’re gonna ask,” he says with an eyeroll you can hear and you know is directed at Suguru. Of course he’s not gonna fuck this up. 

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly before lowering your hands. You really wish you weren’t right between the two of them for this. “So uh… Does this mean that the two of you…” You trail off and stare hard at the blanket, suddenly painfully shy and nervous. 

You feel Suguru’s hand brush against your cheek. “Go on. Ask us.” 

You glance between the two of them, only seeing encouragement and perhaps a bit of their own apprehension.  Swallowing you wiggle from between them and crawl a little ways away on the bed so you have the space to turn and face them both. You must not have done the best job concealing your wince of pain at the movement because you can see a crease of worry on both their faces when you meet their eyes though they don’t comment on it and instead wait for you to speak again. 

You force yourself to not fidget.. “So does this mean that the two of you like me as more than just a friend then?” Your stomach is a mess of knots and you feel like your face is on fire. 

There's an amused quirk to Satoru’s lips now and when Suguru notices he elbows him in the ribs. “Ow! I didn’t say anything,” He hisses at Suguru.  

Suguru gives him a look that says he looked like he wanted to before turning his gaze back to you. You were so cute it made his heart ache, though the longer they didn’t say anything the more nervous you looked and he thought perhaps you might flee if the words were left hanging in the air long enough, not that he’d let them. “Now do you think we’d pull just anyone into our bed?” His smile is warm.

“Well i-” 

“Of course we like you as more than a friend.” Satoru cuts in, giving you the more direct answer that’s needed to soothe your nerves. “The real question we have is do you actually want both of us. He ignores how Suguru’s eyes flick toward him, knowing that he was aware of Satoru’s own insecurity that you actually only liked Suguru. After all, you'd warmed up to the other curse manipulator much more quickly than you had to him. 

Your mind reels. They both really did like you. You hadn’t been reading too deeply into teasing like you’d been telling yourself the past few months. You release a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Yeah… I like both of you a lot,” You glance away, looking toward the window that’s now being battered with rain. “I want to be with the both of you.” for the second time tonight not looking at one of them while talking results in you getting startled, drawing a yelp from you as you suddenly feel yourself being tugged back up the bed, being gently and quickly rolled onto your back. You blink up at Satoru as he half covers you, an excited and soft grin taking over his features. 

“You really mean that.” And there’s a note of wonder in his voice. That’s another thing that clicks for you, the way he’d sounded hurt when he found out you were using Suguru’s first name and not his, the way he’d been so insistent you use his too. The way he’d almost always tried to be at your training sessions with Suguru even if he wasn’t doing anything other than watching. The great Gojo Satoru had been feeling insecure. Jealous even.

You blink up at him and then reach up and touch his face with your right hand. “Yeah I do.” 

Oh he feels absolutely giddy. It’s only slightly tempered by Suguru suddenly poking his cheek. “Don’t hog them now. You’re not the only one who got confessed to just now.” 

Satoru whines “Oh come on them liking you was a given.” 

“W-was I that obvious?” You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

Both of them look at you and in unison say “Yes.” 

Just Satoru this time, “Proves my point that you should let me have my moment.” Suguru shoves his shoulder, forcing him to flop over next to you. He lets out an annoyed grunt.

You cover your face with your hands, embarrassment running hot through your veins. You hadn’t thought you’d been that obvious with your crush on Suguru. 

“Hey now, you don’t need to hide.” Suguru coos and then you feel his hands gently uncovering your face. You consider fighting to keep your hands in place but ultimately let him have his way. He’s smiling at you. “Honestly I thought it was cute, though it was definitely making Satoru jealous,” the warmth in his voice shifts to being more teasing. 

“Suguru.” Satoru’s voice is caught somewhere between a whine and a warning. 

Your eyes flick to Satoru, he looks disgruntled, a pretty blush staining his cheeks. For as much as Satoru liked being in the spotlight he didn’t like it in this way. “Well..” You start carefully, “now you know I like you both, and I’m with you both so there’s no reason to be jealous now, right?” You give Satoru a warm little smile.

And something about those words and that warm smile draws him in. There’s a lump in his throat and his heart thrums against his ribs. It’s no great distance, not really a moment for a second thought before his lips are pressed against yours. Kissing you gently for what are several heart-stuttering moments, you’re not sure what to do but you press back into the kiss for just a moment before he pulls back. You’re staring at him bewildered, cheeks hot but a giddy feeling unfolding in your chest. “That was my first kiss..” the words are so quiet neither boy actually thinks you meant to say them. 

The effect the words have on each of them is different. For Satoru it’s pride, you may have liked Suguru first but he got to kiss you first. Not just your first kiss with them, but your very first kiss. Something tightens in Suguru’s chest, a thread of an emotion he doesn’t want to examine in that moment. 

“And how about your second now?” Suguru questions, moving in close so his face is right next to yours. His eyes flick for the briefest of moments to Satoru before going back to you. 

“Y-yeah okay…” Your voice is shy but no reluctance lies beneath it. Sugruru’s kiss presses a bit harsher against your lips, something possessive bubbling under the surface.

Satoru lays down next to the two of you, watching before he runs his fingers through Suguru’s hair at which Suguru becomes gentler, jealousy soothed at the reminder that there’s also affection between him and Satoru to be had. You look a bit dazed when Suguru pulls back. 

The rest of the night passes in small kisses and quiet conversation with the two of them tangled around you. 

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Several loud knocks sound at the door. “Geto! Gojo! I better not find my patient in there with you!” 

All three of you jerk in the bed. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. 

“Shit- Suguru, did you lock the door?” Satoru asks.

As if in answer Shoko slams the sliding door open. So that was a no. She surveys the three of you, relieved to at least see you’re all clothed. “You three are so lucky Yaga left on a mission before he could go check the infirmary today.” Her gaze zeros in on you, still blinking groggily but with your heart racing from being startled awake. “Please tell me one of them at least carried you here and you didn’t walk here on your own.” 

“Ahh wellll…” You look away from her. 

She pulls at her hair. “You’re a terrible patient, you know that?” 

“I’ve been told that before yeah.” You glance away sheepishly.

“I won’t but I really should tell Yaga. You need to be in bed and resting.” 

“They are in bed,” Satoru quips, propping himself up on his elbow. 

“And they’ve been resting, slept all through the night,” Suguru adds. 

“They’d still be asleep if you hadn’t woken us all up.” Satoru again, god how the two of them had the energy to be smartasses already was beyond you. You just wanted to curl back up and sleep more..

Shoko glares at them and gets two sleepy grins in return. She sighs. “So I take it the three of you stopped dancing around each other finally?” She starts patting at her uniform pockets looking for a cigarette. 

Oh. It had been obvious to Shoko too? You did not need to feel embarrassed right after waking up but here you were trying to sink back into the pillows. “Was.. Was I the only one who thought I was just being teased?” God even Haibara had been poking at you about it now that you think of it. 

Shoko finds her cigarette and puts it between her lips. “Sure were.” She says flippantly as she walks into the room and goes to sit by the window which she slides open. It’s a gray morning but the rain has mostly stopped. “You followed Suguru around like a lost puppy half the time after your first mission with him.” 

You roll over and bury your face in the pillow. “I’m going back to bed.” You blindly reach around and pull a blanket over your head and pointedly ignore the conversation still happening between the upperclassmen. You’re not sure whether it’s Satoru or Suguru but you feel one of them rubbing your back through the blanket, helping to coax you back toward sleep. 

It feels like only a moment later when you blink your eyes open and peek out from the blanket. You sit bolt upright when you realize you're the only one in the bed. Suddenly quite awake your eyes move around until they land on Shoko who’s sitting by the window still. 

She glances up from her phone. “Don’t look so panicked, they just went to pick up some breakfast. They asked me to stay with you, like I wasn't going to already.” She seems to debate something for a moment. “How are you feeling today? Apparently you were well enough last night to make it here on your own. “

“Ah.. I’m okay. Thanks to you. I’m still sore basically everywhere between my neck and hips but nothing I can't manage.” 

She frowns though when she speaks her voice is gentle. “You got lucky, when Geto carried you in I thought you were already dead for a second. I’ve never seen him look so desperate before. Even with his own injuries he wanted to be sure I saved you before even beginning to heal him.” The events play back through her mind, the campus was already in chaos with no one sure exactly what was going on. Just that there had been fighting and fly heads were  everywhere. Then Geto was bursting in to see her looking absolutely desperate, bloody and tired.  He’d begged her to save you, demanded it because he couldn’t lose you too. That’s how she’d found out about Gojo being ‘killed’. Her hands shook the entire time she healed you. Healed you enough that you’d be able to recover normally before moving onto Geto so he could get back out there.

You look down at your hands. “I’m so-” 

She sighs. “You don’t need to apologize to me. Missions go bad.” She shrugs one of her shoulders and then reaches into her pocket to pull out your phone and toss it to you.”You left this in the infirmary.”

You catch it, nearly fumbling the dead lil brick. “O-oh thank you.” You got the distinct impression that neither Satoru or Suguru had given Shoko the details on how you’d ended up in such bad shape. Now that you think of it, you don’t think they actually gave Yaga the details either because you’re pretty sure you would have gotten way more of a lecture if so. You’d have to ask them exactly what they’d told people about how you’d gotten so injured so you don’t contradict them by accident. 

“You know.. I hope you’re able to ground those two a bit.” Shoko says, breathing smoke out the window. 

You blink. “Huh?” 

“Gojo and Geto. I hope you’re able to keep the two of them more grounded. They seem so far away and on their own, even when I’m with them they always feel a bit out of reach. But it really seems like they may be letting you into their little world, I just hope you’re able to bring them out of it a little and don’t get lost in it yourself.” You can’t help but think the small smile she gives you carries a certain sadness to it.

“Shoko-” 

The bedroom door slides open. “We’re back and we have breakfast!” Satoru sing songs as he breezes into the room, Suguru not far behind. He plops onto the bed heavily enough to make you bounce before reaching into the bag he’d be carrying to pull out a box that he then sets on your lap. “I noticed you kept getting strawberry flavored things while we were on the mi- while we were out.” He falters slightly but maintains a cheerful smile. He flips open the box and it’s a pretty stack of fluffy pancakes with whip cream and strawberries. Your face lights up.

Before you actually say anything though Suguru knocks the bag he’s carrying against the back of Satoru’s head. “Don’t take all the credit.” And then he pulls a box out of said bag and passes it to Shoko. “This one should be yours.” 

“And here I thought you might forget me.” She stubs out her cigarette before getting to her food. 

“Of course we wouldn’t forget you. Give us a lil more credit,” Suguru says as he sits down by you as well on the bed. 

The meal passes in relative peace, the four of you mainly focusing on eating. Though Shoko makes a face when Suguru wipes whipped cream off the corner of your mouth with his thumb  and then licks it. She supposes she should just be glad he didn’t kiss it off- and there goes Satoru. She only watches the blush bloom across your cheeks for a moment. 

She stands up. “Thanks for the breakfast but i’m not gonna sit here and watch the three of you do-” she makes a sweeping hand gesture at the three of you, “do whatever it is you’re doing.” She waves off any protest as they start. “Just make sure you actually rest, ___-chan.” She says with a wave, leaving the room with the rest of her breakfast. 

You pout a little “Well there she goes…” You close the box containing your meal. 

“You only ate a third of your food,” Satoru points out. “Was it not good?”

“Ah no it’s really good. I’m just not super hungry.” You furrow your brow, looking as if you were considering a question. 

Suguru takes the box containing your food and sets it on the nightstand along with his own. “Something on your mind?” 

“I was uh.. Just wondering what the two of you told Shoko and Yaga about how I ended up in such critical condition. Kinda feel like Yaga would have chewed me out a lot more if he knew and I feel like Shoko would have been at least a little more irritated.” Despite your current safe position you feel a sick feeling begin to unfurl in your chest as your mind runs over the end of that mission. 

“Oooh yeah we left some things out. As far as anyone outside the three of us is concerned he attacked you as soon as both of us were down. He was too fast for you to avoid the fight,” Satoru explains.  

At this you nod. Your mind thinking about that man and how he must still be out there and your shoulders begin to shake slightly. This is why every time you’d thought of that man you’d tried to redirect your thoughts.

The boys share a look before Satoru speaks. “No one’s given you a proper mission debrief yet so you wouldn’t know yet, but I took care of it.” The words hang heavy in the air as the meaning sinks in.

You look at Satoru your eyes refocusing on him. His face is solemn and a brief glance at Suguru shows the same. Both of them suddenly looking so tired, the cheerful atmosphere of just a few minutes ago melting away. “You mean that you-”

“After I healed myself I went after him. He’s dead and won’t be able to harm anyone else.” Satoru smoothes a hand over your hair. The look he’s giving you telling you don’t need to be scared. He can see all the other questions swirling behind your eyes, because while knowing that the man, hell you never even learned his name, who brought so much pain is dead brings on questions of its own. 

“We’ll tell you everything later, ___. “ Suguru’s voice is a bit strained and you realize that maybe he even more than Satoru doesn’t feel up to talking about this. 

You nod. “Alright.. Yeah we can leave it for later.” You glance away, releasing a slow breath. You would take comfort in what they’ve told you so far. They probably have good reasons for not going into further details. They both looked haunted and you were almost afraid to hear all that had happened while you were unconscious.

“Are the two of you doing anything today?” It’s summer afterall, even under the current circumstances you wouldn’t be surprised if they were already going to get sent back into the field today but you’re relieved when Suguru answers for them both. 

“If you mean anything mission wise then no, we’ve been given at least a few days leave to recover.” 

“And outside of missions?” You prod. 

Satoru cracks a smile. “Nothing. Sounds like maybe you have an idea. Though you're supposed to stay in bed.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and he gives you a mock offended look. “I know that. How about we have a movie marathon today?” You give both of them a hopeful smile and really how could either of them say no to you when you look at them like that. That’s how the three of you spend not just today but also the next, curled up in a bed that is too small for three of you, and basking in the glow of new love and taking shelter from the harrowing ordeal that had nearly extinguished it before it could take form.

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And that's it for part 6! Thank you all for coming on this journey with me. This has been so much fun to write. I hope you don't mind that reader never leaves Suguru's bed for this chapter. Just a whole lot of talking and the slow burn finally starting to cook.

Also your kind comments have gone a long way in keeping me motivated so thank you all for that.

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[songbird-oracle]

Live thoughts watching Fantasy High Junior Year episode 5

Spoilers ahead

Im so nervous already about Cassandra

These dudes getting swole

It IS spicy tonight in the dome

Screaming

I WANT A BOGGY KISS

OH FUCK SHES HOLD MONSTERING KRISTEN

THE SECURITY COMING THROUGH OH SHIT

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you 👀” vibes

OH NO PLEASE NO NIGHTMARE KING OH NO OH NO

I’m Shittering my pants rn

No not the girlies!

Located in the astral mall, This place has *everything*. Ripped valley girls, a goddess and prophet and familiar going through a very tumultuous time in their relationship, a frog wearing a paper hat, and a weird ass clock

I live for the hangman banter

Oml I love the Yarrbucks coffee art

LOU HOLY SHIT

BOX OF DOOM DC5!? The stakes are seriously so high though

Okaaaaaaaay 13 works ig

“Does she need scratchies?”

Wooo Murph!!

THE STAR TALKS!?

I love Emily’s reaction to “banging out a 1st level spell”

Riz sadly flossing

Oh no Kristen oh no Cassandra!

No stop attacking Cassandra!!!!

🎶non-a-crits🎶

Thank goodness no failures

Break it up guys come ooooooooon

Damn, man needs strudel with sauce at a time like this

Profiling the minis 🤣

NOT THE TAP DANCING

“I don’t think you’re scared, I think you’re mad. And that’s okay” I’m sobbing

YES THE FUCKING SECURITY DETAIL

Kristen is so low, oh no

A 0 initiative 🥲

FUCK THIS IS WHAT RAGHS MOM ABSORBED!?!? Gorgug is the greatest wizard of our time

Abjurative grammar is prescriptive. Iykyk.

I knew the DC would be high

NAT 20 BEARDSLEY IN THE FUCKING HOUUUUUUUSE

YESSSSS HEALED CASSANDRA 😭

Oh fuck oh fuck bad stars

Let it out Cassandra, feel your feelings

Oh my goodness, philosophers scone

OOP PAUL BLART INTERGALACTIC MALL COP

It’s not the nightmare king??????

41 damage each, damn Adaine

We aren’t even half way through guys

BAHAHAHAHAHHA playful picking on Riz

Mass dispelling?? Damn

????? TUMMY ACHE SURVIVOR????

THE SHRIMP!!!!!!

Why is Fig a walking embodiment of Murphy’s law rn???

WHAT THE FUCK

NO NO NO DID GILEAR STEAL HER LUCK??????

IS THIS QUADRANGLE FUCKERY??????

Okay it’s just a curse

WAIT WHAT???

Cloaca why 😂

Whoopsies, shattered the shatter star

Oh fuck, rage Adaine is scary dude

Is this some rage and revenge deity??

Anyone but Conor

BAHAHAHAHAHA “no no, this is gonna happen”

“Stay hot Conor”

NOT KALINA NO

RAGH??????

Not the shimmy

WHAT IS KALINAS AC

44 DAMAGE??

Old Fabian

Legend has it the wizard is still waiting for his strudel with sauce

WHAT THE FUCK NO NOT CASSANDRA NO NO NO

“Unfortunately stop flossing”

COMPELLED DUEL ON KALINA OH FUCK

3!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!

Worst mall cop ever, Paul Blart would never

🤣 “is that not property damage??”

I’m so scared for Cassandra guys

Kristen and Cassandra are down oh no 🥲

BARDIC SHRIMPSPIRATION

NO NAT ONE NO NOOOOOOOO

Somewhere Katja Cleaver is raging because Conor Counterspell said he hates horses

A ball. Not *the* ball

ARMOR ZOMBIE AND LICH IM LIVING FIR THESE NAMES

Bards and Noble 🤣

Kristen coming in with the hugs

Box of doom has been working hard this episode

Shake out the bad ones

Screaming crying throwing up

I can’t look

Dammit Murph

Ecaf again

“What are you talking about girlieeeee?”

Brendan’s stare scares me

FUCK

Strudel for the win Girlie!!!

“One more roll girlie 🤪”

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no circle of death oh no

COUNTERSPELL MY BELOVED

“How old are you” “45” “gross”

WAIT WHAT TIME REVERSE TO- TEN SECONDS

Conor, you’re the best secret service agent ever

WHAT????? WHERES CASSANDRA??????

WHAT????????

I’m so fucking scared right now

Wait is Cassandra a triple goddess? Like how Hekate is a triple goddess, is Cassandra one? Cause Cassandra, Nightmare king, and a divine thing that isn’t a different divinity?

I want to enjoy “we got that bad boy buttered” but I can’t 🥲

Dead stare 🥲

I love Hangman 🥹

Feral Murph

NAT 20 SHRIMP JUMP

Thousand yard stare

Best shrimp jump ever

Maximum legend

That’s right, kick flip the system

Fuck KandyKorn Lullaby

See you at Basrars, I’ll be sobbing into my ice cream

[densi-mber]

In Your Darkest Hours

A/N: After the fluff of the first two days, I decided to go a bit more angsty with this one. Takes place in season 5.

***

Deeks had been off all day. It wasn’t anything major, and probably not something most people would pick up on. Kensi did though. It was in the lack of talking, followed by nervous chatter when directly engaged. The slight flinching at electrical noises. The heavy, dark look to his eyes that spoke of long, restless nights worried her the most.

He made it through the day though, and she convinced herself that he would be ok. Deeks didn’t like her coddling him, not when it came to the serious things anyway. So, she said nothing when he left as soon as possible with vague excuses about needing to pick up Monty from a neighbor.

She went home and tried to focus on the usual mindless distractions, but her mind kept wandering from Bianca and Nina, or whichever model was posing on the beach. Mid-way through the second episode, she gave up, and grabbed her shoes.

Another half hour later she was on Deeks’ front stoop with a bag of take out and drinks, having dashed across the sidewalk to avoid getting caught in the heavy rain that had started. Deeks didn’t answer when she knocked on the door, and a peek through the small crack between curtains and window confirmed a light was on. She wavered, not sure if she should continue knocking, or just leave.

It occurred to her that Deeks might not want to see her, like the last time, when he was first recovering from Sidorov’s damage. She’d wormed her way in that time too, and Deeks seemed grateful in the end, but maybe he wouldn’t feel the same now.

“Kensi?”

She jerked and turned at the sound of Deeks voice, just barely audible over the drumming rain. He stood a few yards away, illuminated by the glow of the porch light. His clothes and hair were plastered to his skin, like he hadn’t even made an attempt to stay dry.

“Kensi, what are you doing here?” he asked, quickly averting his face.

“I was waiting for you,” Kensi said, eyes roving over him and not liking what she found. His shoulders hunched as he edged past her, and unlocked the door, wordlessly gesturing inside.

When they got inside, he kicked off his shoes, leaving a trail of water behind him on the way to the kitchen. Kensi added that to her growing list of warning signs; at least his apartment looked recently cleaned and neat.

When she joined him in the kitchen, she found Deeks standing over the sink, a half-full glass of water in one hand.

“Why were you out in rain?” she asked.

“Yeah, I uh, just went for a run,” he replied, swiping a handful of soaked hair off his face. “Didn’t feel like coming back yet.”

“Deeks, it’s been pouring for over an hour.”

He lifted one shoulder, setting the empty glass in the sink.

“Deeks—”

“Do you want anything? Water, beer? I could make coffee.”

Kensi watched Deeks ramble, hands moving aimlessly as he spoke, and her concern spiked several notches. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the coffee pot, the glass clinking on the counter jarring in the quiet.

“I don’t need anything to drink,” Kensi said, a little desperately. Anything to get him to stop. He ignored her, measuring out a few spoonfuls of coffee and grabbing a jug of water. “Deeks.” Without thinking, she crossed the room, placing a stilling hand on his wrist.

He froze, body going rigid, even as she felt the finest of tremors running through his arm.

Hypervigilance, her mind supplied. She snatched her hand back, horrified by the thought that Deeks would react to her as a potential threat.

Messing with his hair again, Deeks settled against the counter. He pursed his lips, the saddest and most broken look in his eyes as finally let her see his face.

“Sorry,” he whispered, his voice unusually soft and small.

“No, it’s ok,” Kensi insisted quickly. “It’s my fault for surprising you.”

He huffed a bitter laugh. “I’m probably not going to be very good company tonight.”

“I didn’t come so you could entertain me. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” Deeks looked surprised by her admission, his mouth opening slightly as though he was about to speak, then closing again.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, and then we can talk,” Kensi suggested. “Or we can just watch TV. Whatever you want.”

Deeks nodded after a moment, slowly making his way out of the room. Kensi watched him shuffle out, so at odds with the vibrant man she knew, and hoped she was doing the right thing.

[harryswhorehome-blog]

Neighbors 4 

Hiiii! I miss youuuuu! It took me so long to finish this. Please forgive me, I’m still kinda going through it and I lost all my motivation because of the worst depressive episode of my life and I'm trying to recover, but I want to regularly post and be consistent. I hope you like it because I love neighbor Harry sooooo much.

Summary: Y/n and Harry have a fun time at a very important event.

Warnings: smut 18+, daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink (idk how, but they both are here), Jealousy, some angst, cheating, age gap (she’s 18), fluff, and olivia wilde? (if there’s any more tell me plz)

Word count:3.5k+

After the night of the summer bash, life has been quite smooth. We both haven’t made any moves to give our relationship a title, but I’m quite content with what we’re doing now.

It’s been two weeks since the last party. I only got to see him once during the two weeks since he was busy with Olivia and work. While, I was caught up with keeping a clean image for re-elections.

Today’s exciting though because tonight my family is throwing another dinner party. We haven’t thrown a lot of parties like this since six years ago when my grandad was working to get elected in this town, but re-elections are happening and although it’s a guaranteed win, we can never seem too confident.

Of course the new neighbors are invited. Which is the reason for my excitement since the new neighbors husband and I are fucking. As well as a lot of my grandpas, politician friends and important members of the town are attending, which means I can slowly introduce myself to the political society and maybe find a way to make a name for myself.

I was never one for parties like this because, although everyone says they are friends with my family, there's a certain type of image we have to uphold. This election means a lot to my family. Not only for the reason it keeps them in power, but because if he wins again, he’s gonna let me put insight on how to be better for the community as a whole, not just for the rich. 

It took me four hours to get ready. One reason is because I am seeing Harry. Another because I need to keep the clean cut image of the Astor’s. I hum to the music as I do my make up, but come to an abrupt stop when a notification flashes on my phone.

From Harry: Can’t wait to see you :)

I roll my eyes from his use of emoticons, because last week I learned he doesn’t know how to use regular emojis. Although most people would help him I chose not to, because I’m scared he’ll use it like a grandpa and I won’t take him seriously.

From Y/N: Me too! Miss u lots daddy <3

I decided to tease him, since I haven’t seen him for awhile and with that means I haven’t had sex for awhile. Even though I could go back to touching myself it doesn’t feel as good like when he does it. I also have been feeling mischievous tonight and decided to go bare in hopes I can get a quickie before anyone notices I’m gone. 

Harry takes his time to respond, making me start to get nervous. I feel the anxiety in my stomach when I see the three dots pop up on my screen and then go away. They go away for a while, making me slightly disappointed. As I was just about to get ready again he texts me.

From Harry: Stop Y/n. Not tonight it’s important for your family and you. 

I pout from his response, knowing that he’s lying and would take me whenever he could. I make the choice to leave him on read. Hopefully to make him mad or cause any reaction from him.

______________________________________________________________

The party started 45 minutes ago and most of the guests have arrived except for the most important one…well most important to me. I find my place on the couch and engage in the conversation with some guy’s son Erick. He’s handsome of course and comes from old money, but that personality is as dull as it gets. I’m better off talking to a literal brick wall, I might even be more entertained. 

As I was about to make my excuse to leave, on cue Harry walks in with his hand around his wife’s waist. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the sight in front of me. We make eye contact and Harry’s brow furrows when he sees the guy next to me talking. I smile at him acknowledging his presence and decide to stay with the talking brick wall. If I was gonna talk to him for marketing purposes. Your welcome grandpa. I might as well try to use it to get Harry jealous. 

I try to listen to the absurdities that left the young guys mouth, but I couldn’t help eaves dropping every conversation Harry was in. I nodded along humming and agreeing to whatever he said and started getting back into discussion. Suddenly I feel Harry's presence in front of me, making me not pay attention to the man I was ‘talking’ to. 

There he was, sat across from me. Basically manspreading with a short glass of brown liquid I assumed was liquor. His wife was nowhere to be seen. A part of me wanted to jump his bones right then and there, but I knew I couldn’t be obvious since this isn’t some party. Everyone was looking for the Astor’s to fail and I’ll be damned if I’m the one who messes it up. With his gaze on me I decided to try my best to ignore it and continue on with ‘marketing’. 

My plan to ignore him failed when I saw a pretty blonde next to him chatting him up. I swear I saw red when I realized it was my cousin Diana. Not by blood, but by marriage…so step cousin. I hate this girl with all my being. I literally never hated anyone more. As the dumb blonde man continues speaking about whatever business move he plans to make when his trust fund money was his, I could feel the anger going to my head. Especially when Diana touches his shoulder and I see him give her the smirk he usually gives me.

I couldn’t watch the scene playing out in front of me. He already has a wife. I'm not gonna be a side-side chick, one was enough. As I pretended to listen, I opened my phone nodding along to whatever he was saying and looked through my private camera roll to the video of me running a vibrator to my clit earlier. 

Once I found my favorite video I took this morning. I made sure to give it a once over. I see myself on my white duvet, with my head falling back as I run the bullet vibrator past my folds before dipping it in my tight hole. I spread my legs apart wider and bring it to my clit, making sure the vibrations go to where I needed it the most.

I smile to myself and press send. The nerves in my stomach start knowing he’s gonna see what I was doing this morning. When I hear Harry’s notification bell ring, I start to get antsy squirming to see his reaction. Thankfully Erick left because his dad called him to talk to some lawyer he wanted him to intern for, leaving me alone to pretend to be on my phone scrolling. Harry takes his phone out of his pocket and checks the notification, his head tilts confused on why’d I text him.

I bite my bottom lip trying my best to not smile. Harry brings his phone closer to his face, still puzzled on why I sent him a video with no context. The video is basically black until he presses the play button. When I saw his thumb tap his phone, I tried to stop the giggles from leaving my mouth. His eye brows lift in shock and his mouth is agape, but he keeps his usual facade soon after. He doesn’t swipe out of the video like I thought he would, instead he continues to watch it. 

My face soon turns red and I get anxious, I didn’t think he’d react like that. He just watches the 3 minute video in the middle of the crowded room, not scared of anyone seeing it or catching him. When the video finishes he looks up to me and smirks before tucking his phone in his suit jacket and continues his conversation with Diana. 

Soon enough Diana leaves his side and is soon replaced by some Irish guy named Niall. They talk like they’re best friends, while listening to their conversation I realized that they became a trio of golf buddies with my brother. I sigh in my lack of attention and sink down to my seat, unintentionally spreading my legs wider than I thought. The only reason why I noticed it is because of Harry’s cough making me look his way and see his disapproving glare. I glare back confused until his eyes lower to my bare cunt. I sit up a little and shut my legs quickly forgetting I’m not wearing any underwear. 

Harry continues to talk to Niall for a long time, while I sit alone in front of him. I take the time to look at him. He was wearing a suit that fit him like a glove, but as my eyes lowered to his groin I realized that his suit isn’t covering the hard on that’s proudly on display. I know he’s big, any girl knows he's big when he literally cups his groin and lifts before he sits, but the way the fabric of his trouser sits on his center is not very forgiving. I clench my thighs at the thought of his cock and Harry catches me and smirks at my attempt to keep my hormones at bay before ignoring me again. When I caught him staring at my pouting, I spread my legs looking at him with an innocent smile. 

His eyes bulge out of his eyes and he silently orders me to close my legs. I don’t listen and tilt my head, I try my best to look lost and confused about what he’s telling me to do. Sadly my teasing ended short when we’re called to be seated at the dinner table. 

To my excitement my meddling gave me the chance to fix seating charts. I remember specifically telling my grandpa to make sure that people who know each other sit with people they don’t really know. 

I walk my way to the dining room feeling Harry’s presence behind me. When I find my chair I smile to myself when my seating chart works perfectly because me and Harry sit near the end of the table together. Harry looks confused when he sees his name next to mine and his wife’s sitting next to the person right in front of him. I of course had to do it, to make sure there was no suspicion, but it makes me giddy when I see the small smirk when he realizes I sit next to him. Olivia having the opposite reaction sitting next to some old man who reeks of strip club and white collar crimes. 

“ I want to thank my grand-daughter Y/n for helping me with planning this party, especially the seating chart to ensure no one is left out and will meet someone new tonight” my grandpa toast as everyone sits down. I try to shrug off the compliment and take a sip of my drink, slightly blushing at the attention given to me. In all honesty his approval means the most to me because that means I can slowly take my own place in the dynasty we have. 

Olivia and Harry's heads whip towards me when my grandpa’s toast slipped out of his mouth. Olivia glaring a hole in my head. While Harry is trying to hold back a smile “ you planned this, didn’t you?” he says, hiding his smile with the cup over his mouth. I nod slightly embarrassed that my grandpa outed my secret scheme. Harry sits a little closer to me and whispers “ good girl” , his hot breath sending chills down my spine.

I squirm with arousal as I try to talk to Mr. Bines, also known as the man who I could use as a reference to get into columbia. Talking to him is terrifying because if this one conversion goes well then my future could be set in stone. If it doesn’t, well…I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

“ You planned this party yourself?” the old man says, I nod yes not trusting my voice. He looks at me with a smile “well your grandpa made a good choice letting you plan this. Tell me, what do you plan to do with your future?”

I take a deep breath before saying “ I’m not sure yet, but I want to major in law” . My words come out shaky. I feel a warm hand with cold rings rest on my knee to stop the shaking. I look to my side to see Harry giving me a warm smile. I smile back and head follow my breathing to how his thumb rubs my leg.

“ Ah, following in the footsteps of your grandfather. What colleges are you looking into?”  He questions.

“ I’m actually looking at Columbia University, actually I think my grandpa told me you were an alumni there”

“ I sure was, Actually you know the dean there is a close friend of mine. Why don’t we make a deal? Bring your grandad and your father to the golf course and maybe we could talk about me considering a recommendation for you” he says 

I didn’t expect him to say that at all, but I wasn’t gonna complain. A smile lays on my mouth “ you got yourself a deal” I say. The woman next to Mr. Bines started a conversation with me. As she starts to question me on why I want to learn at columbia I feel Harry’s hand slowly move up. 

I squirm as I try to pay attention to middle aged women explaining how admissions work. Harry's hand goes closer to my upper thigh and instinctively I shut my thighs, trying to stop him. 

My attempt to stop him doesn’t work and as I start to speak his hand separates my legs and he rests his hand on my pussy. His action made me scared to speak and I decided nodding was enough. He doesn’t even try to put pressure or tease me, he just rests his hand there. I start to assume that it’s safe enough to speak “ wow, I didn’t see it like that. I hope whoever looks at my application is having a good day and-” a gasp interrupts my sentence when I feel Harry’s fingers pinch my sensitive clit. My legs clamp shut, but how his hand is positioned doesn’t allow me to, if anything it puts more pressure on me. 

“Are you okay Y/n?” she says concerned 

I try to close my legs as “ Yeah-yeah sorry I just forgot that I chose those appetizers for tonight” I bring the food to my mouth “ what a nice surprise” I eat another piece of food to shut myself up.

The woman looks at me warily as she continues to speak. Harry’s fingers follow the line of my slit, as he brings a fork to his mouth with his other hand pretending nothing is happening. He even starts to hum along to what Olivia is saying. 

His fingers lower to my wet hole and move my arousal around spreading it. I try to move his hand subtly, but he doesn’t give up. I bite my lower lip trying to stop any noise from coming out of my mouth, as I try to think of anything not arousing to make sure I won’t moan out loud. 

Harry sees my furrowed brows and my concentrated face. He smirks at my reaction and secretly whispers in my ear “ Don’t make it harder on yourself baby, let me make you cum”, I nod giving into his deep voice and let my legs spread wider.

“ look at you, such a fucking slut you know that? So desperate for me you almost flashed Niall. You’re so fucking in for it now” He say’s as he pets my clit.

I moan in response , but cover it up as a cough. As I let his fingers rub on the puffy nub, he takes his time playing with me. Talking to the people around him as he pinches my clit. I try to buck my hips for more pressure, but he only looks at me sternly and shakes his head no.

“ Be a good girl and let me play with what’s mine, you think you can control this whole situation? Hm?” Harry says condescending, making me shake my head no. When he sees my answer he smiles and says “ that’s my pretty pearl, listening like she should, but you know I need to punish you for not wearing any panties under that dress? Right? Think I fucked you stupid too much and now you think it’s okay to be a slut in front everyone. Maybe I should remind you who you belong to huh?”

I nod and comply with what he says and keep my legs spread. Harry decided to not pay attention to me anymore as his fingers were rubbing my little button. I sit in silence and look at everyone arounds me and feel relieved when everyone is in their own little world, even Harry. He was talking to an old man who sat next to his wife. 

“ So how do you feel about the election? Do you think Mr. Astor will win?” The old man say’s 

“ Honestly, I think it looks like he has a lot of loyal friends and well…I don’t think I can say much. I'm not very educated in politics, but I’m sure his granddaughter has something to say about it ” The British man says.

I look at everyone with flushed cheeks, not very prepared to talk. My mouth opens with no words coming out, but thankfully the words “ I think he has a pretty good chance Mr.Ruben” leave my mouth.

I soon was rewarded with Harry’s fingers inserting in my wet hole. His fingers pump in and out pushing my walls back. My hand under the table grips his thigh looking for something to hold onto. 

“ you Astor’s are quite confident” Olivia comments

“I’d be confident, if I couldn’t be respected” I say to Harry’s wife as his fingers pump in and out of me. Olivia seems to quiet down after my comment. 

I quiet down again trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers moving in me. He curls them up hitting my g-spot and it takes everything in me not to moan. I start to move my hips a little bit to help the knot in my stomach untangle. I watch as everyone gets excited and entertained by their conversations paying no attention to me. 

“ You like this don’t you? The idea of everyone watching you, catching you being a little whore for me? Huh? Is that what’s getting you off? Or is it the fact that my wifes there in front of you as you ride my hand” Harry whispers, his breath fanning my ear and starting tingles down my spine.

I open my mouth knowing that he’d do something obvious to punish me “a-all of it. I like the idea of all of it” I say breathily. 

He smirks as I grind against his hand trying to reach my climax. I can’t help, but clench around his fingers thinking about getting caught. I look to see his wife deeply immersed in a conversation and when I hear Harry start to speak I can’t help, but smirk at how funny this all is. How he’s talking to her as he pleasures me.

I start to feel the knot in my stomach to unravel, “ can I cum daddy? I’ll be good” I whisper to him.

“ I don’t know, baby, I don’t think a girl this messy should cum. Look at you soaking my hand in front of all these important people. Do you think your dear old dad will appreciate his sweet little angel getting finger fucked? Hm?” he says condescendingly.

“no-no , but I’m desperate please I need to so bad” 

“ Fine, go ahead cum, want you to cover my hand with your mess, my pearl. Show everyone who you belong to, show my wife whose yours, pretty girl” 

With the sweet name and his fingers constantly hitting my g-spot, I came right there in front of everyone. It took everything in me not to moan from pleasure as he rode out my orgasm. While I was cumming his wife looked me in my eye, making me smirk.

Harry bends down pretending he drops his napkin, while he looks me in the eye he sucks the cum of his fingers while looking in my eyes. I stare at him with my mouth open as he sits back up and smiles sheepishly as if he’s embarrassed to drop his napkin.

He shakes me out of my thoughts when his hand rests on my knee as he continues to eat the meal in front of him. I take that as my cue to act normal again. As I eat my main course I can’t help smiling to myself at the thought of what we just did and how much I liked it.

Harry catches me smiling to myself and squeezes my thigh, “ you’re beautiful” he says staring into my eyes. We stay quiet for the whole dinner, both of us pretending it’s just us here.

[simmerdowndee]

uni_dayz episode ten part three

Tonight is Noah and I’s “first date.” We took a road trip back home top Copperdale, so I’m very interested to see what he has planned. I figured we’d just go to some restaurant he found.

Noah: You look nervous...

Dakota: Not really nervous, just curious as to why we came back to Copperdale.

Noah: You’ll see.

Noah: You look beautiful by the way.

Oh Noah. Such a sweetheart.

Dakota: Thank you.

We stop at the park that is near my dad’s house. Now I am very curious as to what he has planned.

We walk further into the park, and I see a picnic set up with wine and snacks. I’ve talked about wanting to have a picnic with Laura and Noah since I’d never really had one.

Dakota: This is so sweet Noah.

Noah: I wanted to do it at this park, since it was the one we met at in middle school.

One of the things I did know about Noah is that he is very romantic and will make you feel so special if he really is interested in you. This is so thoughtful of him.

Dakota: This is my favorite wine. How did you know?

Noah: When we went to the store the other day, you bought 3 bottles of it. I figured to make sure to have it on our date.

Dakota: Okay, that makes sense. I’m glad you pay attention.

Noah: I got your favorite cookies from the bakery up the street. I had her make them fresh this morning for you.

I wonder what else he has for me because at this point, he’s pulled out all the stops.

Noah: Cheers to our first date.

Dakota: Cheers!

We enjoyed the snacks he brought for us and drank a glass of wine. I really want to know how we got here, so I sparked a conversation.

Dakota: So, I have to ask you….

Noah: Uh huh?

Dakota: Where did these feelings come from?

Dakota: We’ve been friends for over a decade, and I’ve not once seen you show interest in me. At least, I think.

Noah: To be honest, I was ready to ask you out in high school, but you had already become interested in Theo... I didn’t want to get in the middle of that, because I could see you really liked him.

Dakota: So, had I not dated Theo, you would’ve asked me out?

Noah: Yes.

I could only imagine how he felt seeing Theo and I together then.

Noah: I knew halfway through the night we went to the arcade that I wanted to kiss you, and I went for it.

Dakota: I’m really glad that you did. This is beautiful.

Noah: I told you; I want to make you happy.

 And he’s doing a great job at it so far.

It started to get dark, so we laid down and decided to stargaze. I feel really comfortable with Noah. This is good for me.

Noah: I do have one thing to ask you though.

Dakota: Yeah?

Noah: Are you worried about what Theo will think if he finds out we’re dating?

Dakota: Quite frankly, he doesn’t get to tell me how he feels. He ended things with me.

Dakota: I’m only worried about me and you.

I didn’t think about what Theo would say when and if he found out. I shouldn’t honestly care. I’m single and can be with whomever I want. He can do the same in Windenburg. For all I know, he could already have a girlfriend.

Dakota: But let’s not talk about anyone else. I wanna enjoy the night with you.

Dakota: I love you, Noah.

Noah: I love you too.

[savedpeople]

didn’t liveblog at all but here’s some of my thoughts about tonight’s episode (spoilers ahead, including possible future spoilers)

It was great to see Negan and Maggie again, and even Hershel. I miss twd and its characters. It was also nice to see another familiar face in Armstrong (I’ve previously watched the actor in Grey’s Anatomy.) The Croat I’m not sure on yet, liked him this episode but it’ll depend on if they can keep him interesting or if he ends up being a “evil for the sake of being evil” type.

I’m loving the scenery, like it is such a nice change from the woods and dirt roads we had for most of the main show.

Writing-wise, having Negan take yet another kid under his wing feels repetitive, especially since Ginny basically feels like Lydia 2.0, and especially since Negan’s an actual father now and yet they’ve either killed Annie and their kid off-screen, or had something else happen so they aren’t together (I’ve heard they ARE alive and there’s some other reason why he’s not with them. If this is the case I’m very nervous of finding out why. I’ve heard theories and if those theories are right I’ll never forgive the writers.) THAT SAID, I loved Ginny and Negan’s scenes and I’ll never complain about getting to see Negan being Soft And Fatherly. Her being basically mute vs Negan’s naturally talkative nature makes an interesting dynamic too.

Negan actually feels like he regained the personality he kinda lost late into season 11. He feels very Negan again and hearing his snark again makes me very happy.

What we learned about Negan’s father more or less fits in with how I imagined their relationship/Negan’s childhood.

Negan’s very first scene being him in the shower upset/crying (?) plus him seeming to believe he’s not going to make it back to Ginny has me Worried and Upsetti.

I like that Negan apparently worked on a farm for a bit.

I’m sorry but Armstrong knowing about the line-up, that happened like 15 years ago in a totally different state is dumb and not believable at all. If he’d just somehow heard about the “empire” Negan once had, I’d still raise a brow but it’d at least be a little more plausible (aided by how unique Negan’s name is.) But “he once lined up a group of unarmed folks and bashed in a man's head with a baseball bat in front of the man's pregnant wife”? How tf would he know this? None of the people in Rick’s group are around to tell him, and none of the Saviors there knew Maggie was pregnant. Even Negan didn’t know she was pregnant or that Glenn was her husband until AFTER he killed him. Plus calling Rick’s group “unarmed” as if they did nothing to provoke the Saviors, or like they weren’t previously armed and threatening the Saviors before they were captured, is very... lmao. Also they once again left out/forgot about Abraham. Funny that they heard about him killing Glenn but Abe is nowhere in their story even though he was killed first and just as brutally. Also interesting how the line up continues to be talked about as like The Worst Thing Negan Ever Did and not like... everything else.

The continued “Negan has to pay for what he’s done” storylines are old, and the way it seems like we’re going to have TWO characters after him on top of whatever Maggie does/says to him, has me groaning. 

Yes Maggie never has to forgive him etc etc but her repeated attacking/insulting him is also prob going to get old (it was already was in the main show) especially considering the only reason he’s with her is because she asked for his help. like. maybe don’t overly antagonize someone you need? Makes it feel like a lot of the progress they made in season 11 just... doesn’t apply anymore, from either end.

The flashback to Glenn’s death was low key unnecessary. I promise AMC, no one’s forgotten.

I had other thoughts but I forgot them.

[mrsbsmooth]

Scripts - S6 - Episode 42 (Part 1 of 3)

Leadup / cutesy bits. Sorry, I haven't put these in their routes or anything it's just bulk so you can find the dialogue.

NARRATOR: We’ve had romances, pranks, twin twists and bombshells…

NARRATOR: Casa Amor chaos, Movie Night mayhem, and so many grand gestures!

NARRATOR: Even more gestures than I got from the other people in line at passport control when I tried out my new stand up set on them.

NARRATOR: I say grand gestures… their gestures were mainly obscene.

NARRATOR: {0} has just made a much more romantic gesture. But has it won {1}’s heart?

{0} smiles expectantly, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, waiting for your reply.

{0}_HAPPY: So what do you think? Wanna be my girlfriend?

A million times yes!

PLAYER_HAPPY: A million times yes!

{0}_HAPPY: For real?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course!

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, that means so much to me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s been such a journey getting to this point together.

{0}_HAPPY: I was starting to overthink it. I was so nervous asking.

{0}_HAPPY: Wow, {1}, you don’t know how happy I am.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’m starting to.

Amelia and Grace gasp with excitement.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I couldn’t dream of anything more perfect than being here with you tonight.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh man, I sound so sappy.

{0}_IDLE: I mean every word though.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m about to be the best girlfriend the world has ever seen.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know those best teacher mugs?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: You’ll be getting me a best gf one very soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m gonna nail it. I promise.

Kiss her

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

She caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your love story forever. You wrap your arms around her neck and fall deeper into her lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull her into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in her shoulder and feel her stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with her

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be wonderful.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Girlfriend is a huge step for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok. I get it.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’m happy to wait until you’re ready.

{0}_HAPPY: It has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

GRACE_HAPPY: Just a couple of girlfriends!

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

OZZY_HAPPY: You two are good together. I see it, I really do.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

OZZY_IDLE: {0} is still smiling, so I think she’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Girlfriends-to-be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when we get out of here.

{0}_HAPPY: So what are ya thinking?

{0}_FLIRTY: The suspense is getting to me.

{0}_HAPPY: Exclusive or not?

We’re exclusive!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d love to be exclusive with you!

{0}_SURPRISED: No way! Really?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yes really!

{0}_HAPPY: I was totally preparing myself for if you said no.

{0}_HAPPY: I get that it’s soon and all. But it felt right.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d played this moment through in my mind a million times earlier.

{0}_HAPPY: Wow, {1}, you don’t know how much this means to me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’m starting to.

Amelia and Grace gasp with excitement.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: Your girl had to time it right.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re still in the early stages but I knew I had to ask you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m quite taken with you, you see.

{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t let this gorgeous moment pass us by.

Kiss her

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

She caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your story forever. You wrap your arms around her neck and fall deeper into her lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull her into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in her shoulder and feel her stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with her

PLAYER_HAPPY: It is pretty damn perfect.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

Not exclusive

PLAYER_IDLE: Not exclusive. Not yet anyway.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It’s a bit too soon for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, oops.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: It is still pretty new.

{0}_HAPPY: Can’t blame a girl for trying.

{0}_IDLE: I can wait. I can be patient.

{0}_HAPPY: Only for you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

GRACE_HAPPY: Just a couple of exclusive babes!

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

OZZY_HAPPY: You two are good together. I see it, I really do.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

OZZY_IDLE: {0} is still smiling, so I think she’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Exclusive-to-be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plenty of time to close things off when you get out of here.

{0} tousles his hair nervously, waiting for your reply.

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

{0}_HAPPY: Want to be my girlfriend?

A million times yes!

PLAYER_HAPPY: A million times yes!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy you said that!

{0}_HAPPY: After all this time, finally coming back together.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s been such a journey together this summer.

{0}_HAPPY: It felt like we kept getting pulled apart.

{0}_HAPPY: But there was never anyone else for me.

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, this means the world to me, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can tell.

Amelia and Grace gasp with excitement.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I couldn’t dream of anything more perfect than being here with you tonight.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re so much more gorgeous than any of these flowers.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m about to be the best boyfriend ever.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know those best teacher mugs?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: You’ll be getting me a best bf one very soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m gonna nail it. I promise.

Kiss him

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

He caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your love story forever. You wrap your arms around his neck and fall deeper into his lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull him into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in his shoulder and feel him stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be wonderful.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Boyfriend is a huge step for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_IDLE: I thought maybe we’d had enough time together to know.

{0}_HAPPY: But I can wait until you’re ready.

{0}_HAPPY: It has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

GRACE_HAPPY: The cutest couple! Actually maybe not as cute as me and Oz.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Humble, Grace.

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

{0}_HAPPY: Excuses, excuses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

OZZY_HAPPY: You two are good together. I see it, I really do.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Let’s banish the awkwardness.

OZZY_IDLE: {0} is still smiling, so I think he’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Couple-to-be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when you get out of here.

{0}_HAPPY: How about it, {1}?

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve been on this journey since I stole you away and maybe stole your heart.

{0}_HAPPY: Be my girlfriend?

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve been on this journey since our first Casa Amor chat.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d like to make you my girl, if you’re keen?

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve been on this journey since our paths crossed in Casa Amor.

{0}_HAPPY: I think we were destined to meet.

{0}_HAPPY: Will you be my girlfriend?

A million times yes!

PLAYER_HAPPY: A million times yes!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy you said that!

{0}_IDLE: I was gutted when you were pulled away for Casa Amor.

{0}_HAPPY: But I never stopped hoping we’d come back to each other.

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, I’m feeling beyond lucky right now.

{0}_IDLE: I came alive when I first saw you in Casa Amor.

{0}_IDLE: I got the sense that everything was going to change, in the best way.

{0}_HAPPY: There was no looking back, and there was never going to be anyone else.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re all I’ve ever wanted in a partner, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: We can all see I’m punching and I’m made up you said yes.

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry I’m gushing. I’m just so chuffed right now.

{0}_IDLE: Meeting you has changed things for me, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I feel like everything I’ve had in the past pales compared to the now with you.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re everything I’ve been searching the globe for, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m struggling to take in that you actually feel the same way as I do.

{0}_HAPPY: Or similar at least.

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry I’m rambling. I’m just over the moon right now.

Amelia and Grace gasp with excitement.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I couldn’t dream of anything more perfect than being here with you.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re so much more gorgeous than any of these flowers.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m about to be the best boyfriend ever.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know those best teacher mugs?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: You’ll be getting me a best bf one very soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m gonna nail it. I promise.

Kiss him

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

He caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your love story forever. You wrap your arms around his neck and fall deeper into his lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull him into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in his shoulder and feel him stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be wonderful.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Boyfriend is a huge step for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_HAPPY: But I can wait until you’re ready.

{0}_HAPPY: It has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

GRACE_HAPPY: The cutest couple! Actually maybe not as cute as me and Oz.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Humble, Grace.

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

{0}_HAPPY: Excuses, excuses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

OZZY_HAPPY: You two are good together. I see it, I really do.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I don’t think it’s awkward.

OZZY_IDLE: {0} is still smiling, so I think he’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Couple-to-be.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when you get out of here.

{0}_HAPPY: What do you think?

{0}_FLIRTY: Wanna finally be exclusive?

Absolutely!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m ready to be exclusive!

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy you said that!

{0}_HAPPY: I almost can’t believe it to be honest, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’ve made a lot of mistakes this summer and I’d have got it if you’d said no.

{0}_IDLE: And I’ll never forget how lucky I am to have this chance with you.

{0}_IDLE: Thanks for taking a punt on us.

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, this means so much to me, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m so excited for a future together.

Amelia gasps with excitement. Grace tries to force a smile.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I think this is it.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re so much more gorgeous than any of these flowers.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s been an interesting journey, but I’m glad we made it to this point.

{0}_HAPPY: It has been a rollercoaster.

{0}_FLIRTY: I like rollercoasters.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: But I promise it’ll be smooth sailing from now on.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: Just us two. Ready to face the outside world together.

Kiss him

With the night sky twinkling above, you lean slowly towards {0}.

He caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your story forever. You wrap your arms around his neck and fall deeper into his lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Even Grace manages a small smile.

Pull him into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in his shoulder and feel him stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Even Grace manages a small smile.

Agree with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ve got this.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: We’ve had an interesting journey in here.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think we’re quite ready.

{0}_IDLE: Oh, ok.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_HAPPY: But I can wait until you’re ready.

{0}_HAPPY: It has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m genuinely happy for you both.

{0}_HAPPY: Same here.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: It’s good to see you happy, Oz.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I mean that.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You do look happy together.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Can’t say I’m thrilled about this.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Certainly not how I imagined the future.

GRACE_HAPPY: But you two do look cute together.

GRACE_HAPPY: Would have to be a fool not to see that.

{0}_HAPPY: Thank you, Grace.

AMELIA_HAPPY: My heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

{0}_HAPPY: Excuses, excuses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for my sis.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t think it’s awkward.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: {0} is still smiling, so I think he’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Exclusive-to-be.

{0}_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when you get out of here.

{0}_FLIRTY: What we saying, {1}?

{0}_HAPPY: Ready to be exclusive?

Yes, I’m ready!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m saying yes! I want to be exclusive.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course, why?

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve given every reason to say no haven’t I?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I came in here with a plan and it was the wrong plan.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And my execution was all wrong and I botched things pretty badly.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I let my impulsiveness and insecurity cloud my judgement.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And I made a whole series of mistakes. One in particular.

{0}_FLIRTY: No offence, Amelia.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: None taken. You were my summer mistake too, Marshall.

{0}_FLIRTY: Anyway, {1}, you’re way out of my league.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I want you to know that I’ll never forget how lucky I am to have you.

{0}_IDLE: I couldn’t be more excited for whatever wild journey we have together.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t predict where we’ll end up, but I know we’ll have fun!

{0}_HAPPY: You mean a lot to me, {1}. Even at this early stage.

Grace gasps with excitement. Amelia gives a genuine smile.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was hoping you’d ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: I was waiting for the perfect moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I couldn’t dream of anything more perfect than being here with you.

{0}_HAPPY: You really are more gorgeous than any of these flowers.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I sound so romantic! What’s happening to me?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You like me…

{0}_HAPPY: This is just the beginning for us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah?

{0}_IDLE: Maybe we didn’t have the best start.

{0}_HAPPY: But it’s smooth sailing from now on, I swear.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big statement.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s just you and me.

Kiss him

With the night sky twinkling above you, you lean slowly towards {0}.

He caresses your cheek and you kiss delicately, breathing in the moment.

This moment is etched into your story forever. You wrap your arms around his neck and fall deeper into his lips.

You’re both smiling when you finally pull apart, staying locked in each other’s arms.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Pull him into a hug

With the moon as your backdrop, you pull {0} into a beautiful embrace.

You bury your head in his shoulder and feel him stroking the small of your back.

You stay locked in each other’s arms even when you break apart.

Neither one of you wanting this moment to end.

Your fellow Islanders cheer and clap. Amelia looks misty-eyed.

Agree with him

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ve got this.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of that I’m so sure.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I, we’ll build the most beautiful relationship.

It’s a bit too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it might be too soon for that.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: We’re not ready.

{0}_IDLE: Oh, ok.

Your fellow islanders look on awkwardly.

{0}_IDLE: I respect your decision of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was hoping for a different outcome.

{0}_HAPPY: But I don’t blame you for wanting to wait.

{0}_IDLE: Our journey has only just begun.

{0}_HAPPY: This has to be something we both want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks for getting it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw, you two.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m genuinely happy for you both.

{0}_HAPPY: Same here.

OZZY_HAPPY: It’s good to see you happy, Marsh.

OZZY_IDLE: I mean that.

GRACE_HAPPY: Cuties.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re all good though, Amelia?

AMELIA_HAPPY: For sure.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that a tear, Amelia?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: It so totally is not.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are your eyes sweating then?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, um onions or hayfever…

{0}_HAPPY: Excuses, excuses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m happy crying for all of us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Awwww.

AMELIA_IDLE: I got you, {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have to do what feels natural.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bit awks though.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t think it’s awkward.

OZZY_HAPPY: {0} is still smiling, so I think he’s good.

TOBY_HAPPY: Exclusive-to-be.

{0}_HAPPY: Plenty of time to make things official when you get out of here.

AMELIA_HAPPY: This is such a dreamy night.

GRACE_HAPPY: I don’t want it to end.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

LITEXT: Islanders, it’s time for the grand final! Get in your couples for some last chats before the results… {0}BestSummerEver {1}ResultsRevealed

GRACE_HAPPY: One last girl gaggle?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Terrace?

{0}_HAPPY: To the terrace!

You and the girls settle down on the terrace for your last debrief before the results!

GRACE_HAPPY: Whew. I need to compose myself.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Me too.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I feel emotional already.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s been a big night.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so pumped that we’re all here together, in the final!

{0}_HAPPY: We made it together.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Here we are!

{0}_FLIRTY: I feel like I already won.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t need that money.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ll take it then.

{0}_FLIRTY: Steady on. Said I don’t need, never said I don’t want it…

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m still buzzing from those declarations to be honest.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m Toby’s girlfriend.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I’m dating an underwear model.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Lucky girl.

So happy for you

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m honestly so happy for you!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You two are made for each other, that’s clear to see.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m glad you think so!

AMELIA_HAPPY: It feels like a dream.

I do think it’s too soon

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s too soon.

PLAYER_IDLE: Boyfriend is a bit premature.

PLAYER_IDLE: You haven’t known each other long enough.

AMELIA_IDLE: I love you, but I disagree.

AMELIA_HAPPY: He’s for me, I know it.

Boring

PLAYER_IDLE: Boyfriend talk is boring.

AMELIA_IDLE: You gotta be joking.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’re in the Love Island final.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’re gonna be talking about our boys.

AMELIA_IDLE: Or girls.

GRACE_HAPPY: He’s so into you.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s gross.

She blows Amelia a kiss.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Oi!

GRACE_HAPPY: I couldn’t help but say yes to Oz.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I know we haven’t been perfect.

GRACE_IDLE: I get that he hasn’t been very consistent.

GRACE_SAD: Obviously I’ve made some mistakes too.

{0}_IDLE: Ol’ Hamish?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Do not remind me.

GRACE_IDLE: But there’s something in the air tonight.

GRACE_HAPPY: It’s all so magical.

GRACE_HAPPY: I wanted to say yes.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I hope it was the right decision for me, for us.

It’s right for you both

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was, Grace.

PLAYER_IDLE: Sure you’ve both had your moments.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But the fact that you’ve made it here together says everything.

AMELIA_HAPPY: She’s right. You gotta have faith in you two.

{0}_HAPPY: He’s really been trying.

AMELIA_IDLE: And if he messes up again, then we riot.

{0}_SERIOUS: No prisoners.

{0}_HAPPY: But he won’t!

Should’ve pied him

PLAYER_IDLE: Personally, I think you should’ve pied him.

PLAYER_IDLE: He’s had too many second chances.

GRACE_SURPRISED: I thought you said to be official with him?!

PLAYER_IDLE: You were on the spot, had to say something…

GRACE_IDLE: Well, I appreciate you looking out for me, {0}.

GRACE_SAD: I do get what you’re saying.

AMELIA_IDLE: You have to make your own choices though, Grace.

{0}_IDLE: Of course we all feel a bit protective.

{0}_HAPPY: But Oz is a good guy.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I do think he might have changed a lot during his time here.

GRACE_HAPPY: I really hope so.

Ugh, more boy talk

PLAYER_IDLE: Ugh, no more boy talk.

GRACE_IDLE: I like when we all give each other boy advice.

GRACE_IDLE: It makes me feel better having you girls round me.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’re here for you, Grace.

AMELIA_IDLE: Even {0}. She’s just being contrary.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hmmmm.

{0}_IDLE: At the end of the day, you did what you felt was right.

AMELIA_HAPPY: He likes you! You like him!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’re in the final together.

GRACE_HAPPY: Thanks, girls.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I appreciate you girls looking out for me back there.

GRACE_SAD: You’ve really got my back.

GRACE_SAD: Especially you, {0}.

GRACE_SAD: If you hadn’t spoken up I would have been official with him right not.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Just trying to look out for you.

{0}_SAD: Yeah, I guess he’s just not the one. You knew that deep down.

GRACE_SAD: Yeah, I did. I hope I didn’t hurt him.

GRACE_IDLE: But I’m glad it’s done and we can just get to the end as friends.

AMELIA_HAPPY: That’s the spirit!

GRACE_HAPPY: Love you girls.

{0}_HAPPY: We love you too!

GRACE_HAPPY: Marshall was cute, wasn’t he?

AMELIA_HAPPY: He was very sweet.

AMELIA_IDLE: I genuinely think he’s a great boy.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Who knows, maybe he could be good for you, Grace?

{0}_HAPPY: Be open to it.

{0}_FLIRTY: If you feel a vibe.

GRACE_IDLE: I am happy for you and Ozzy, {0}.

GRACE_SAD: But I guess part of me did think it would be me and him coupled up for the final.

I can understand that

PLAYER_IDLE: I can understand that, I hope you’re ok.

GRACE_IDLE: I will be, thank you, {0}.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ll get over him, it might take some more time.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Focus on Marshall, and if he’s not for you…

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Just wait till we get out of here.

{0}_FLIRTY: I bet there are boys queuing up for a date with a gal like you.

GRACE_HAPPY: Yay! You’re all right.

He’s mine though

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, he’s mine though.

PLAYER_IDLE: It can’t be helped.

GRACE_IDLE: I know that. I’ll move on, I promise.

AMELIA_IDLE: We know you will.

{0}_IDLE: Put some focus on Marshall.

{0}_HAPPY: But first, straighten your crown!

GRACE_HAPPY: Thanks, girls.

You’re better with Marsh

PLAYER_HAPPY: I truly think you’re better with Marshall.

PLAYER_IDLE: Ozzy was never the boy for you.

GRACE_IDLE: I’m sure you’re right.

AMELIA_IDLE: You’re right where you’re supposed to be.

{0}_HAPPY: The future holds big things for you, Grace.

{0}_HAPPY: For all of us too.

{0}_HAPPY: I know I’m not loved up.

{0}_HAPPY: But it does feel great to be in the final with one of my besties.

GRACE_HAPPY: Platonic love is special too.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You two have the best energy.

{0}_HAPPY: But {1} is a sweetheart. I’m happy to be here with him.

{0}_HAPPY: I can see us being great friends.

{0}_FLIRTY: He said he’s always wanted to go to Australia too!

GRACE_HAPPY: You two have great bff energy.

{0}_IDLE: Sure there’s nothing romantic between me and {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’m happy to be here with you girls.

{0}_FLIRTY: Course maybe I would’ve rather been in the final with somebody else.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oops.

She rolls her eyes jokily at you.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’m happy anyway.

AMELIA_HAPPY: What about {0} declaration though, {1}?

It was a dream

PLAYER_HAPPY: It felt like a dream come true.

PLAYER_HAPPY: The flowers, the dresses, the stars.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Standing up there with the one person I like the most.

You smile at {0}, she puts her hands up to her cheeks and smiles back.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t stop smiling.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It was like a movie scene.

It was cringe

PLAYER_IDLE: I felt like it was a bit cringe, if I’m honest.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Oh what?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, um.

{0}_IDLE: I definitely didn’t want it to be cringe.

{0}_FLIRTY: Guess I’m just a cringe girl when it comes to you.

I’m processing it all

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m still processing it all.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was a lot to take in.

{0}_IDLE: Hopefully in a good way.

AMELIA_IDLE: It’s definitely an overwhelming night.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But you’ve got {0} with you the whole way.

GRACE_HAPPY: And us.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I just gotta say it again, we’re in the final!

{0}_HAPPY: It doesn’t feel real!

GRACE_HAPPY: I wonder who will win.

GRACE_IDLE: I’m thinking it won’t be me and Oz.

GRACE_HAPPY: We’ve been a bit too rocky.

{0}_IDLE: You never know.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It absolutely could be you two!

GRACE_IDLE: I don’t think it’ll be me and Marshall.

GRACE_HAPPY: We’re a bit too new.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Pretty sure I don’t even know his favourite colour yet.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Let’s say tattoo ink green.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh dear…

AMELIA_HAPPY: I think you two are in with a chance!

{0}_HAPPY: You never know.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I think it’ll be any of you girls.

Amelia gestures over at you and {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You two would be incredible winners.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’d cry.

{0}_HAPPY: Awwww, I think it could be you and Toby though!

It could be any of us

PLAYER_HAPPY: It really could be any of us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’re all worthy winners in our own ways.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ve all had unique journeys.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ll just have to wait and see.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I couldn’t have said it any better.

GRACE_HAPPY: Damn right.

It’ll be me

PLAYER_IDLE: It’ll be me. I know it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Me and {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We’re the best couple.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m not sure you’re supposed to say that out loud, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m happy that you’re so confident about us though.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Very confident.

GRACE_IDLE: We love a confident girl, I guess.

It won’t be me

PLAYER_IDLE: It won’t be me and {0}.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: You don’t know that!

{0}_IDLE: I hope we’ve got as much chance as anyone else in here.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m sure people will have seen our genuine connection.

GRACE_HAPPY: I think you’re wrong, {0}.

GRACE_HAPPY: You might be surprised.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll see.

GRACE_HAPPY: I guess I don’t really care who wins.

PLAYER_IDLE: How come?

GRACE_SAD: Well all I know is that I’m gonna miss all of you babes so much.

GRACE_SAD: Not waking up to your beautiful faces in the morning.

AMELIA_SAD: Aw stop, I didn’t wanna think about that.

{0}_SAD: I’ll miss getting ready together.

{0}_SAD: Our spontaneous girl chats.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re all the best.

GRACE_HAPPY: It wouldn’t have been the same without you girls.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Yeah the boys are ok, but I hope we all stay in contact.

GRACE_HAPPY: I can give you all the most fabulous hair makeovers of your lives.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Oh, yes please!

{0}_HAPPY: Girls’ trip to Australia?

GRACE_HAPPY: Can I meet a koala?

{0}_HAPPY: Oh sure, all Aussies have the koalas on speed dial don’t ya know?

GRACE_FLIRTY: Very funny.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m sure I can arrange a koala day.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re all coming to the ballet, right?

GRACE_HAPPY: I’d love to! Dress up all classy and sit in the front row?

{0}_FLIRTY: You can come backstage.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re all coming to my next Ibiza residency, right?

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ll be there, dancing wildly in front of the DJ booth.

{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe I’ll even let you girls stand up there with me.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Do you take requests? Because I will be asking every five seconds.

{0}_SERIOUS: No.

{0}_FLIRTY: But definitely for you though, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was gonna say!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You really are all wonderful.

AMELIA_HAPPY: This has been the best summer ever.

Let’s have a hug

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s have a group hug, girls.

You pull the girls into a final group hug.

GRACE_SAD: Aw, I’m getting teary.

AMELIA_SAD: I’m off again.

{0}_SAD: I never cry but even I feel a little bit misty.

PLAYER_SAD: We’ll see each other again.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ll have a group chat.

GRACE_HAPPY: Perfect!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Great plan.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll pester each other with memes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Love Island memes.

I’ll miss you all

PLAYER_SAD: I’ll miss all of you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ve all been part of my journey.

GRACE_HAPPY: We’ll still see each other all the time.

GRACE_HAPPY: I know it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’re stuck with me.

{0}_HAPPY: And I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me too.

{0}_HAPPY: Can’t break a bond like ours.

{0}_HAPPY: Best gals for life.

I won’t miss you

PLAYER_IDLE: I won’t miss you.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ve been around each other too much.

AMELIA_IDLE: Oh, you don’t mean that.

GRACE_IDLE: I’ve loved it.

{0}_IDLE: I hope you’ll miss me.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, I say you can’t break a bond like ours.

{0}_HAPPY: Best gals for life.

I’ll miss the boys

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll miss the boys.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Ew, you don’t mean that.

GRACE_IDLE: Us girls have got to stick together.

{0}_IDLE: I hope you’ll miss me!

{0}_FLIRTY: We’re so much cooler than the boys.

{0}_HAPPY: You know that, {1}.

GRACE_SAD: It must be time to head down to the Firepit.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I’m so nervous.

GRACE_HAPPY: But also excited.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’ve got butterflies.

{0}_IDLE: Can we have one last chat, just us two?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course!

{0} pops his head through the door to the terrace.

{0}_IDLE: Sorry to interrupt.

{0}_HAPPY: Was hoping to pull {1} for a quick chat before the results.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’ll meet you down there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Come on then.

{0} leads you towards the gym.

You share an exercise mat, lying side-by-side under the starry sky.

{0}_HAPPY: I had to get you alone, just for a few moments before we face whatever comes next.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We can see the stars from here.

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly. I feel like they’ve really made an appearance tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: For you.

{0}_HAPPY: I see them in your eyes.

Are you captivated?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Are you captivated by them?

{0}_FLIRTY: By them…

{0}_FLIRTY: By you…

{0}_HAPPY: And everything you do.

Let me blink them out

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, hang on. Let me blink them out.

{0}_HAPPY: You couldn’t, even if you wanted to.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Damn it.

They look better in yours

PLAYER_FLIRTY: They look better in your eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Not even close.

{0}_HAPPY: I brought you to the gym because we had our first proper chat here.

{0}_FLIRTY: I still remember you complimenting my abs.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh man, I did.

{0}_HAPPY: You were not impressed by my abs.

{0}_FLIRTY: Or maybe you were just pretending.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’ll never know…

{0}_HAPPY: Did you ever think we’d make it to this point together?

I had total faith

PLAYER_HAPPY: I had total faith in us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I knew we’d make it here together.

{0}_HAPPY: Good, because there’s nobody I’d rather be with.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Even if I almost messed it up with the whole Grace situation.

{0}_IDLE: It’s you. I promise it’s you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve finally met my match.

Honestly, no

PLAYER_IDLE: Honestly?

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, don’t hold back.

PLAYER_IDLE: I didn’t think we’d make it.

{0}_SAD: I understand why you’d feel that way.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: The whole Grace situation was not fair.

{0}_IDLE: But I promise I’ve learnt from my mistakes.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve battled all those twists and turns.

{0}_HAPPY: And here we are, back where it all started.

I wasn’t sure

PLAYER_IDLE: I wasn’t sure.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s hard to be sure in the Love Island Villa.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Plus, the whole Grace thing.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: She really isn’t on my mind.

{0}_IDLE: I want you, only you.

{0}_HAPPY: I know you’re the girl I want to be with.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s all been leading up to this point.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re moments away from finding out the winners.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I know, I can’t believe it!

{0}_IDLE: But we’re all so close to leaving the villa…

{0}_IDLE: That’s gonna be a bit weird, isn’t it?

I’ve got you with me

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got you by my side.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I feel like we can face anything.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Even though it’s going to be a lot.

{0}_HAPPY: Damn right you do.

{0}_FLIRTY: If you want me, I’m there.

{0}_HAPPY: Holding your hand the whole time.

I’m ready to get out

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m seriously ready to head home.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m ready for the outside world.

{0}_IDLE: I feel that. There are so many things we have to experience together.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’ll always love this place for bringing us together.

I’ll miss this place

PLAYER_SAD: I actually think I’ll miss this place.

PLAYER_IDLE: The friends, the sun, the pool, the drama.

{0}_HAPPY: The vibes?

PLAYER_HAPPY: The vibes for sure!

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll always have this incredible experience.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll always have these friends.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll make sure I always bring the vibes too.

{0} smiles and reaches out a hand to take yours.

Hold hands

You reach out and your hands clasp together.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve got you, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got you too.

Smile back

You smile back at {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve got this, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: I know.

{0} gives your hand a little squeeze.

{0}_IDLE: Let me tell you what I do when I need to feel calm and ready.

{0}_IDLE: I usually get the most nervous before an audition.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It can be really intense and it’s even worse if you don’t get picked.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, how do you cope?

{0}_HAPPY: I have a pair of lucky socks…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Socks?

{0}_HAPPY: Yep, socks!

{0}_IDLE: It might be a cliché, but they really do help.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Um, what kind of socks are they?

{0}_IDLE: They’re pretty regular socks, until you see the bottom of my feet.

{0}_HAPPY: They’ve got little friendly snakes on them.

{0}_HAPPY: Patrick the snake.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why snakes, and why Patrick?

{0} shifts uncomfortably beside you.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well, it’s a bit embarrassing really.

{0}_IDLE: Especially because of how we were both acting towards each other.

PLAYER_IDLE: We? As in, you and I?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: No, Marshall and I.

{0}_HAPPY: When me and Marsh were younger, we really wanted a pet snake.

{0}_IDLE: But our mum was not keen.

{0}_HAPPY: So we adopted an imaginary snake.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Called Patrick?

{0}_HAPPY: You got it.

{0}_IDLE: He actually bought me the socks right before my first ever audition.

{0}_HAPPY: And I booked that job right away.

{0}_IDLE: Been wearing them whenever I need to feel lucky.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I wash them, of course…

{0}_IDLE: And that’s why Marshall has the snake tattoo on his arm.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Ah, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Did you bring them with you?

{0}_FLIRTY: Guess you’d never be able to tell.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: True.

{0}_IDLE: They remind me of how close me and Marsh used to be.

{0}_SAD: Of how close I hope we can be again.

{0}_IDLE: And if I do have them with me…

{0}_FLIRTY: There’s a chance I’ve worn them when I’ve needed the courage to talk to you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh yeah?

{0}_HAPPY: I really care about you, {1}.

I love that story

PLAYER_HAPPY: I loved that story.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I feel so close to you.

{0}_HAPPY: I feel so close to you too, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I wanted to take our minds off of the final for a moment.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was perfect.

What was the point of that?

PLAYER_IDLE: What was the point of that story again?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: To tell you how I cope with nerves.

{0}_IDLE: To show you a little bit more of who I am.

{0}_HAPPY: And to take our mind off of the final for a moment.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, yeah.

{0}_HAPPY: I wish we could stay here.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t want this to end.

{0}_SURPRISED: But I can see the others at the Firepit.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: We should go join them!

You and {0} walk towards the Firepit, still holding hands.

You and {0} walk towards the Firepit.

{0} leads you towards the loungers.

You share one, lying side-by-side under the starry sky.

{0}_HAPPY: I had to get you alone, just for a few moments before we face whatever comes next.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We can see the stars from here.

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly. I feel like they’ve really made an appearance tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: For you.

{0}_HAPPY: I see them in your eyes.

Are you captivated?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Are you captivated by them?

{0}_FLIRTY: By them…

{0}_FLIRTY: By you…

{0}_HAPPY: And everything you do.

Let me blink them out

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, hang on. Let me blink them out.

{0}_HAPPY: You couldn’t, even if you wanted to.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Damn it.

They look better in yours

PLAYER_FLIRTY: They look better in your eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Not even close.

{0}_HAPPY: From Casa, to the final.

{0}_HAPPY: What a journey.

{0}_HAPPY: And now we’re exclusive.

{0}_IDLE: This is very unusual for me.

{0}_HAPPY: I never fall this fast.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that the truth?

{0}_IDLE: 100% the truth.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t believe we’re here.

{0}_HAPPY: Feels like yesterday that I came into the villa and stole you away.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe I wanted to be stolen.

{0}_FLIRTY: Feels like yesterday I saw you coming and stole my first chat with you.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You got to me before the others.

{0}_HAPPY: I must have made a pretty good impression.

{0}_HAPPY: Feels like yesterday that I first saw you in Casa.

{0}_FLIRTY: With your magnetic aura.

{0}_HAPPY: I couldn’t help but gravitate towards you.

{0}_HAPPY: Now you’re my girlfriend.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love saying that out loud.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Because it’s true.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re in the final together!

{0}_HAPPY: From Day 1, all the way to the end.

{0}_HAPPY: From Day 2, all the way to the end.

{0}_HAPPY: I get to stand there at the Firepit with you as my girlfriend.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’re nearly there!

{0}_HAPPY: We’re in the final together!

{0}_FLIRTY: I was so excited for you to come back from Casa Amor.

{0}_HAPPY: I knew we would fit together so well.

{0}_FLIRTY: To be exclusive is just the best bonus.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I know!

{0}_HAPPY: We’re in the final!

{0}_FLIRTY: From pirates to prom dates.

{0}_HAPPY: To girlfriends!

PLAYER_HAPPY: What a wild ride.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t believe we’re here!

{0}_HAPPY: We’re day one girls.

{0}_HAPPY: Now I get to stand at the Firepit with my girlfriend.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I know!

{0}_HAPPY: Did you ever think we’d make it to this point together?

I had total faith

PLAYER_HAPPY: I had total faith in us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I knew we’d make it here together.

{0}_HAPPY: Good, because there’s nobody I’d rather be with.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s you.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve met my match.

[the--sage--sea]

22 december 2022

it’s been a nice few days. yesterday was our second day skiing and we got to the slopes around 9.30 in the morning. it was so nice going back to the lodge that we used to go to as kids. so nostalgic. even my little brother said he felt nostalgic and that was weird cause i always think of him as a little kid with no real thoughts i guess. we skied for a few hours and then got lunch at a different lodge and went back on the slopes until about 3pm. we got back to our condo as the sun was setting and then went for an early dinner at a really cute godzilla themed japanese restaurant. they were playing some funny japanese pop and rap and there were old godzilla posters all over the walls. so cool. i got a lavender milk tea boba and a california roll. when we got back home it was dark and we went to the hot tub which was like lukewarm and kinda uncomfortable. there were like six drunk college boys in the hot tub and some of them went to the college near my hometown which was so random considering we’re like a seven hour drive away. we watched the first half of inception and then went to bed early. well i guess i didn’t really go to bed early cause i stayed up watching attack on titan lol. i’m rewatching the last half of season 4 cause i genuinely can’t remember if i finished it when it came out.

today we did basically the same exact thing. got to the slopes at around 9am and skied for a few hours then got lunch at the lodge. this guy was barbecuing outside and it smelled so good like campfire smoke. i got pulled pork and coleslaw and mac n cheese. today was probably my favorite day skiing. i went off by myself for a few hours and skied all the slopes that i used to as a kid. it was so nice. i went down my first black diamond and didn’t eat shit so that was cool. we got back to our condo at like 3pm and immediately went in the hot tub which was very hot and very nice. it was about an hour before sunset and the sky was so blue and the clouds had an orange tinge to them. i took a hot shower and finally washed my hair which felt so good and then we went to a cute little pizza place for dinner. we got home around 7 and finished inception. honestly loved it i thought it was so good and the cast is obviously perfect. i have a crush on cillian murphy and tom hardy and joseph gordon levitt so like.. also love that you can hear cillian murphy’s irish accent in some words he says.

i’m a little nervous to fall asleep tonight cause i’ve been having crazy vivid dreams for the past week and watching inception is probably gonna fuck them up even more. i think it’s because i was smoking basically every night since august and i then haven’t smoked at all since friday. whenever i stop smoking like that i get crazy dreams. i kind of love it though. my dreams are really important to me and i love when i can remember them. lately thought they’ve been so long and confusing that it would be way to hard to try to write them down. which is kinda sad.

anyway we’re getting up early tomorrow and driving home so i’m gonna try to read and fall asleep early but i honestly might end up finishing attack on titan cause i only have a few episodes left. we’re picking up my older brother on the drive back so he can be home for christmas and ugh his whole existence gives me anxiety so i’m nervous about that. but i’m excited to be home cause i’m gonna be staying at my dads house by myself and taking care of the animals while he’s away in jerusalem. his house is my happy place and i’m hoping staying there and taking care of the dogs and cats and chickens and walking in the backyard forest will calm down my anxiety. probably not but i might as well hope. also hoping that i get to see my ex while i’m home because i always get sad around christmas and he’s made it better for the past four years. but that’s probably something that i shouldn’t get my hopes up about cause i always get let down when it comes to him. yeah now i’m sad so i’m gonna watch aot.

[inkofamethyst]

November 28, 2022

TWO MORE WEEKS TWO MORE WEEKS (I suppose it’s more like three if you count finals, but I trust that I should be able to skirt myself out of two of them and my take-home final shouldn’t take all that much time and I can (probably) write an essay in two days easy-peasy.  It’s more like there’s only two more weeks of work work.)

As exciting as that would be, there’s so much that I have to complete in the next two weeks it’s almost insane.

I watched a tiktok the other day which was like “I take walks through the woods because they’re good for my mental health... not at all because I’m microdosing a flight response” and.. I try my very best not to take everything I hear on that clock app as truth but.. that one.. it’s either a really good joke, or I have some looking inward to do.  My response to feeling overwhelmed is, in fact, to briskly walk around campus by myself at night for an hour or so.  Hm.

I remember when I was first figuring out this whole grad application thing and freaking out about forming a potential project because I didn’t really know what I wanted to do, but I think the truth is that most applicants fake it and put down something, fully expecting to revise it in the future.  And that’s okay!  I’m totally making stuff up the whole time but that’s absolutely fine. [Edit: Actually, no, this sucks, I feel like an idiot and I hate that this one school is asking me to propose a whole project, like,,,, huh I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point]

Though, I was planning on submitting all of my apps today, and my transcripts have still not come in???  Like I need to upload them myself and there’s been a sending error or something and I’m kind of pressed because I told my recommenders that it’d be done today and for some reason that’s not happening and I’m a little peeved.

Today I’m thankful for tricolor Christmas pasta!  A few weeks ago I saw it at the store and it looked too cute to not buy and you know what?  I haven’t had shaped pasta in years but it’s fantastically festive and terribly cute.

I’m also thankful that I went out with some people after choir practice tonight.  Not to eat, just to hang.  I’ve been stressed all day about getting this application in and really just needed some chill time away from it.  It does mean that I have a lot to do tonight (exam, proposal draft, discussion board, and application essays all coming up hhhhh I’m only going to work on two of those tonight but still) before I can go to sleep but you know what?  So be it.

And I suppose I’m also thankful that I still have a buffer period of a few days for this transcript thing and that I should still be okay... yeah.  I will have to inform my recommenders of the delay, but at least I should still be able to get it in before the deadline.  I feel so anxious right now that I can’t even bring myself to eat... I hate this.  One thing I can look forward to though is that after my first round of apps are in, I can celebrate with a new episode of Welcome to Night Vale on the first (coincidentally also the day of my evo exam :/).

Lastly, I’m thankful that the email (at least, one of them, anyway (...I’m probably just not going to send the other ones and just risk it)) I’ve been procrastinating for a month or so and finally sent today got an immediate response with no fuss, no hassle.  It was amazing and much needed.

Wait hold on one more: I’m also thankful that I’m not continually feeling down anymore like I was a few weeks ago.  Sure I’m nervous about this first round of applications, but I don’t feel, just, dead.  I suppose this means I’m also also thankful that I’m doing better mental health-wise than I was at this point four years ago, though “My head hurts; I want to go to bed soon.” is too relatable of a sentiment for how I’m legitimately feeling at this point in time.

[thefrontofmymind]

No More Hiding; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: Can you make a joe quinn x reader where at the st4 premiere the reader is sweet with the kids like millies sister and she dsnces with her and also with the kids of the cast even when if yhey are grown upd now and he loves you even more snd wants to have kids so at home he talks about kids and the reader always wanted them so they try for months and when they are promotijg st4 with jamie the interviewer notices the belly and thdy announce it? :) - @kellysimagines

a/n: so this changed,,, a lot? when i was writing it,,, sorry idk how that happened but i had an idea and ran with it, hope that's all good! any feedback is welcome, as always. kisses!

SYNOPSIS: Joe and costar!Reader are having a baby, but it's still quite early. Luckily the one, the only, Jamie Campbell Bower is a great secret-keeper

WARNINGS: pregnant reader, the start of a panic attack, that's basically it

It was a very exciting night, the world premiere of Stranger Things 4. Everyone in the cast was together on the red carpet–and had been for about an hour now–doing interviews and posing for photos–and you were beginning to get very tired. Though you had a good reason–you were about twelve weeks pregnant, and it takes a lot out of a person to have to grow a whole new body inside of them.

You stood next to your partner, Joe, with Charlie on the other side of you as you all posed for a big group photo. You tried not to let your fatigue and nausea show on your face, but Joe could tell, having seen the look on your face quite frequently for the last couple months.

“You alright?” he whispered, sneaking a glance at you.

“Yeah, just feel like I’m going to be sick,” you whispered back to him. You hadn’t told anyone apart from your close family yet, you wanted to wait as long as you could–you always preferred privacy in your relationship, and this pregnancy wasn’t any exception.

Joe intertwined his fingers in yours, hidden from the view of the cameras. “I think we’re almost done, love.”

And you were; within minutes, all the photographers crowded in front of you were satisfied with their shots, and you were being directed inside the reception hall that the screening of the first two episodes would take place in. There were drinks and nibbly bits inside while you waited, though you had a feeling that if anything went into your stomach it would just come right back up again, and of course, you couldn’t have a drink–Joe was also not drinking out of solidarity, knowing you already missed having your vodka sodas only a third of the way through your pregnancy.

Everyone still mingled before taking their seats, though you and Joe mostly kept to yourselves in a corner, until Jamie sauntered over to you, a big smile across his face. The three of you grew quite close over the many months making the season–Joe and Jamie bonded very quickly, and with you and Joe together, you were brought along with it all.

“And how are these lovebirds going?” he asked, settling at the cocktail table you were standing at. He looked at the tabletop with a furrow in his brow. “Not drinking tonight, guys? Not like the both of you!”

You let out a nervous laugh, as Joe put a hand on your back, feeling your anxiety as well. During the handful of times the three of you went out for dinner, you’d been known to love a good drink or two or five, so it was definitely an adjustment having to go cold-turkey, and apparently it was noticeable.

You didn’t know what to say for a second, there was an awkward silence between the three of you. You looked to Joe, who was looking right back at you. You had a moment of silent communication, Jamie just watching your non-verbal conversation.

“I’m-I’m,” you stuttered. “I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby!” 

Immediately Jamie lunged forward to engulf you in a hug. “Congrats?” he asked, just to be sure, to which you and Joe both nodded enthusiastically. “Congrats! Oh my god!”

He parted from you and gave Joe a hug too, complete with a couple hearty pats on the back, the ‘lad side’ of both of them coming out.

“It’s still pretty early so we’re not really telling many people yet…” Joe told him, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“No worries, mum’s the word-literally, I suppose!” Jamie joked. “Oh, I’m so excited for you two! Are you still coming to Brazil?”

Netflix was sending the three of you to Sao Paulo for a few days in the coming weeks to do some interviews over there–the higher-ups figured it was a good decision when they found out just how much time you’d all been spending together.

“Of course!” you almost yelled over the chatter of the rest of the room. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, might even have a bump by then!”

Without a moment’s notice, you were all called to your seats to continue the rest of your night. You were glad to be sitting, since your feet had begun to swell–one of the joys you knew was just beginning.

And it was, by the time you and Joe were sat in business class on a flight from London to Sao Paulo, you swore your feet and hands were almost double the size they were just the week beforehand, however you’d finally gotten out of the ‘exhausted and nauseous all the time’ phase, and were in the ‘strong hair and nails and finally have that pregnancy glow everyone goes on about’ phase.

You tried to recline your seat as much as you could to get some rest–much more than you would’ve been able to in economy class–but you were still uncomfortable. The baby had begun to move in the past few weeks, and as much as it gave you butterflies every time you felt movement in your abdomen, it was beginning to get old when you just wanted some rest for Pete’s sake!

Joe was in the seat next to your’s, headphones on, watching some movie he’d downloaded for the flight, but you could see his gaze fall to your bump–which was now getting rather impossible to hide–every few minutes. You signalled to him to take off his headphones, which he did, swivelling slightly in his seat to face you as best he could, with a questioning look on his face.

“I can’t sleep,” you said in a hushed tone, to not disturb the rest of the plane. “Babe keeps moving and I can’t get comfortable.”

Joe grabbed your hand with one of his, placing his other hand on your bump–slowly rubbing small circles. He shuffled down a little so his face was level with your stomach.

“Hey kid, you have to let your mum sleep, alright?” he whispered, making you giggle. He looked back up at you. “How about when we get to the hotel, I run you a bath and make it all relaxing and me and Jamie will go out and meet fans so they don’t bother you, hmm?”

He always knew what you needed–and he was being extra attentive during your pregnancy, you don’t think in the past four months you’d know about your pregnancy, you’d opened a car door for yourself, or pulled out your own chair, or carried any heavy bags. He was simply being the perfect future dad, and it made you so excited to see what he would be like when the baby was born.

The rest of your flight didn’t go great–you didn’t manage to get a wink of rest during the entire eleven and a half hours you were in the air–but Joe kept to his promise and after an hour of customs and immigration, then travelling to your hotel and checking in, he’d drawn you a warm bubble bath, dimmed the lights, and let you relax.

“Jamie’s just gotten here so I’m going downstairs,” Joe said to you, reading a text on his phone. “Are you gonna be alright by yourself?”

“Yes, Joe,” you answered, floating in what felt like a rose-scented cocoon. “I’m pregnant, not three years old.”

Joe just laughed, giving you a quick peck, before leaving with his phone, wallet, and one of the room keys. You didn’t do much for the rest of the afternoon, though you did manage to finally get a quick nap in. You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but when you woke, Joe was back and you noticed the sun was beginning to set, so it had been a couple hours, at least.

“Hi, darling,” Joe said in a soft voice. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you groaned as you stretched under the covers. “Still a bit tired but better. How’s Jamie?”

“He’s good…good,” Joe was still wearing the jeans and white button-up he’d changed into when you’d finally gotten to the hotel room. “He wanted to go out for dinner, but I said I’d leave it up to you, see how you’re feeling. We were just thinking the restaurant in the lobby if you’re feeling alright?”

You hadn’t eaten since you were on the plane, and even then that could barely count as a meal–you did feel a sort of ache in your stomach, and you figured you could go out.

“That sounds good, just give me like twenty minutes to get ready…” You got out from under the covers of the bed, stretching again once you were standing, before going to your suitcase which laid on the floor, to look for an outfit.

“I’ll let him know to meet us in twenty in the lobby,” Joe said with a smile.

You quickly got dressed–just onto something comfortable that would keep you cool enough in the humidity–before you made your way down the hotel lobby with Joe, hands swinging in between you as you walked. It wasn’t hard to spot Jamie standing out near the doors of the ‘restaurant front’–with how tall and lanky he was, not to mention the fact that he was dressed head-to-toe in all black–a very ‘him’ look.

He noticed you and Joe as you slowly made your way over to him, meeting you halfway to engulf you in a big, bear hug.

“Hello, dear!” he exclaimed with a big smile, mid-hug, before pulling away. “Look at you! You’re practically glowing!”

“‘ts good to see you too!” you said, feeling a warmth creeping up your neck at the compliment–Jamie was always full of them, and he never hesitated to let someone know when they looked great. “‘ve even got a bump now!”

You placed an arm underneath the small bump on your abdomen to highlight it, to which Jamie gasped before placing a hand on you–but not after looking to you with a questioning look–asking if he could touch you.

“You two are gonna be parents, my goodness!” Jamie laughed, as you and Joe did too.

“Shall we then?” Joe asked, pointing to the restaurant with his one free hand–your’s still holding his other one in a vice-like grip, as usual.

The rest of the night was great–filled with good food and lots of laughs, before your crashed at the end of the night in the fluffy bed you’d be calling your’s for the next few days, in the arms of the man that you loved the most in the entire world.

It was an early start the next morning, being whisked away in the wee hours of the morning to get hair and makeup done, as well as to organise an outfit for your day chocked full of interviews with Joe and Jamie. The stylist Netflix had sent to Brazil with you–Sarah–had a room with a rack full of different options for you to choose from, but you were still nervous about the whole ordeal.

You’d let it slip to her that you’d need some room in the belly region, and she seemed to understand at the time, but now as you looked at the different outfits, all of them looked tight-fitting and it unnerved you that you’d have to soon share a very private part of your life with the world, seemingly against your will.

It was all getting too much, you couldn’t breath, and the room was starting to spin. As quick as you could, you stepped out into the hallway outside, phone in hand and already dialling Joe’s number, even though he was in the same building as you, getting ready in a room just down the hall.

“Love? What’s up?” he asked as he answered the phone, a level of concern in his voice that you’d never heard before.

“I’m just-” there was a lump in your throat that you had to struggle against, that you didn’t know was there at first, you voice came out in a hushed whisper. “I’m not sure I’m ready to tell everyone about the baby, it’s too nerve wracking.”

“Oh, darling…” Joe started as he heard the beginnings of sobs waver in your voice. “We don’t have to yet if you don’t want to, but I think we’re going to have to eventually right? And we’re in Brazil of all places! How fun is that party tonight going to be if we don’t have to keep this big secret, hey?”

You thought for a moment, letting out a sigh. He was right–the story alone of telling the world about the family you were making in Brazil would be pretty cool….

“No more hiding,” was all you said to him.

“There we go!” he jokingly cheered, making you laugh and easing your worries. “I’m just about ready so can I come see you?”

“Yeah, I still need to get dressed, but I guess you could come hang out with us…” you answered, absentmindedly rubbing your bump–a habit you’d only noticed you’d picked up in the past week or so.

Joe didn’t even answer you, just hung up the phone and all but sprinted down the short hallway to where you were standing. He also didn’t say hello, just pulled you to him, arms over your shoulders as he placed a kiss against your cheek–that cheeky grin of his on full display.

In a matter of about thirty minutes, you’d gotten ready, and yourself and Joe were sat in your seats, waiting for Jamie ‘the drama queen’ to finish getting ready so he could join you. You didn’t have to wait long, you amused yourself by chatting with your boyfriend.

“I think the babe’s a girl…” he said, almost out of the blue, looking at you with wide eyes and an equally wide grin.

“You think?” you questioned. “What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know… I just get a vibe!” Joe laughed. “But I’d be happy with a boy! Just want a baby that’s happy and healthy…”

You hadn’t thought too much about it yet, whether you were carrying a boy or a girl–it was just one and ultrasounds made sure of that, and all your current tests came back showing they baby was healthy and growing exactly as they should be, which is all that concerned you for the moment.

“Hello, hello?” you heard a voice call out–Jamie–as he entered the room, wearing sunglasses with a hot coffee in hand. “Sorry, am I late?”

You quickly jumped out of your seat, as did Joe, to give Jamie a hug.

“Showing off the bambino today, huh?” Jamie asked as he took a look at your outfit. “Come on, give us a twirl, you two!”

You and Joe both jokingly spun around to show off your outfits to Jamie, the three of you laughing–it was good, to jake around after a stressful morning, the two Brits made you feel at ease in yourself.

“We’ve-uh-we’ve decided we’re going to start telling people about the babe,” Joe said, placing a hand around your back in on your opposite hip.

Jamie excitedly told mused congratulations–again to the both of you–giving you both a big hug each, before the three of you settled in your seats, about to start a big, new part of your life.

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 010

WAKE UP BABE ARITA JUST POSTED ATTITUDE!! BY POPULAR DEMAND! i keep lying y’all… im sorry but here it is. look, tinier text! i kind of like this better?? that’s right folks i revised this entire chapter LOL you won’t be sorry…

tbh i don’t know where we are omfg i just know what episode we’re basing this, which is smackdown 11/22/2001, (which now that i look back i really messed up chronologically but AHHHHHHHH) oh well, im gonna do shows randomly ill jump from november to august if i have to omg

HOWEVER, you are starting to get regularly scheduled matches yessss. also ive noticed i accidentally kinda made the alignment heel-ish but at the same time leaning towards face?? tweener? tweener… i would also like to add that your moveset is like a mix of like liv morgan and sasha banks? maybe a SPRINKLE of alexa bliss???? fuck what anyone says YOU CAME FIRST YOU WERE THE BLUEPRINTTT wwe 2k22 stays on during writing

IM SPLITTING THIS UP BECAUSE ITS A LOT! this is 1/2, so keep your eyes peeled for #2. get hype for your match + lita takin you out to get smashed. (there’s something she needs to tell you!)

BACKSTAGE // 6:50 PM

Upon stretching with Trish, you held up the letter she gave you with two index fingers. “This is yours, right?”

The women’s champion recognized the letter immediately and withdrew from her position on the floor, suddenly pacing around. “Yeah. I left it there for you. Didn’t know ya’ found it so easily, hahah!” She threw out her arms in a dramatic fashion.

..It was kind of easy to tell she was nervous, even if it was a little bit. But you couldn’t blame her. The anticipation of seeing if someone liked your gift was very heart-racing.

But rest assured, you thought it was a nice gesture! She had no need to worry.

“It’s very nice,” You comment, holding the letter in your free hand while stretching the other towards your foot. “—the design, I mostly mean. I didn’t open it just yet, but I’m going to get around to it. I have like a bunch in my bag, so I need some time to sort through.”

“Right, right...” Trish suddenly snapped her fingers, remembering something important. “I’ve gotta get ready for my match! It’s supposed to be messy tonight.”

“Messy?” You repeat, your interest piqued.

“Gravy bowl. Like, a pool of gravy.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly.” She laughed. “Oh well. I guess if I can have fun, it doesn’t matter what I do.”

“That’s the spirit, Miss Stratus,” You chime, standing up from your spot. “I’ll cheer you on from backstage, then I’ll just go home. I have literally nothing to do.”

“Huh? Don’t you have things to do today though?” She asked.

“...What?”

Trish shifted around in her bag for a moment before walking over and shoving a piece of paper in your face. “Read it, but don’t weep.”

Your eyes scanned down the lines of matches....

TEST VS. SCOTTY 2 HOTTY

STACY KEIBLER VS. TRISH STRATUS

CHRISTIAN VS. EDGE (INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH)

TAZZ VS. BIG SHOW

KURT ANGLE VS. UNDERTAKER

STONE COLD & [NAME] VS. CHRIS JERICHO

RVD & THE ROCK VS. THE DUDLEY BOYZ

Holy handicap match! Did they seriously schedule that? But considering the segment that happened between you three previously..you didn’t put it past them that they’d do that.

But not only that, your eyes kept going until you landed on some words that were in tinier font at the bottom of the paper. Your name was written in the “segment mentions” section. Was that always there? They must have just recently added it, because you sure as hell never noticed.

You had thought about one of the other matches too. How interesting was that, to see Christian go against Edge for his title...it was champion versus champion just to get another championship. You’d have to remind yourself to give at least the both of them words of encouragement.

But she was right. You did have a segment. They must have updated the list at the last minute because you had no clue that you were supposed to do something for your show TONIGHT. You thought it was next week, but instead they decided to push it earlier. Ugh.

“Huh, who would’ve thought, right?”

“Get your stuff together, hotshot.” She taunted, a smile on her face.

“Get your stuff together, champ.” You fire back, shifting to a much more comfortable spot to reach your own belongings. You shove the card (coupled with a heart shaped box) into her face much like she did to yours. “This is for you. Weep all you want!”

“Color me surprised.” She says, taking the card from your hand. “I didn’t know you actually got me something. Thanks a lot, I’ll take a look after my match. See you.” With a small wave, she departed the locker room.

You wave back. You also didn’t want to ask Trish to come in earlier than she was scheduled to, she already had enough on her plate with that gravy match or whatever. It was fine if she came next week. The question was what could you do in substitution for that?

Suddenly, it hit you.

You’re supposed to be a heel right? Sure, you switched sides and were supposed to turn face, but who says your mean streak has to come full stop?

Those letters could definitely give you some leverage, and of course give you fake heat backstage for the sake of cementing your role.

All you needed was fake envelopes, a lighter, and the acceptance from creative to burn stuff. Maybe even sign some sort of waiver. Doesn’t matter. You didn’t care if it was in a parking lot or during your slot. You needed SOMETHING to get the interest out of the crowd.

...Is this how villains think? Just thinking about how mean you’d be was almost hilarious! It was so unlike you but being the enemy was fun. Sometimes.

Thanks to your very rushed purchases, you noticed that out of at least 25 cards, 10 were duplicates of others. You were only going to return the favor of whoever gave you one, so the rest were just trash, technically.

You could burn those! Perfect.

Now that that was settled, you had to think about handing out more gifts. Whoever you saw first got their gift first. As soon as you exited the room with the bag, you bumped into someone.

“Oops, sorry. I was just going in there.”

It was none other than Lita, who seemed to have pop up at the right moment. At least you wouldn’t have to go too far. However...the Hardyz were nowhere to be found. You’d at least think they’d be a little ways from her. Either way, time to kill two birds with one stone.

But unfortunately, she didn’t seem too happy. You impulsively asked the first thing on your mind: “Are you okay?”

“I guess.”

“....” You frown, but give a small shrug. “I’m willing to hear you out if it makes things better?”

Lita says nothing in response, thinking about your offer. She let out a huff and drags you right back into the locker room. She did not let go of your wrist either. “I…..We got in a fight. All three of us.”

“All three?” You question.

“Me, Matt, and Jeff. Matt was yelling at Jeff for his “terrible decisions”, and that’s when I got mad and told Matt off about his.” She shook her head. “So stupid. I told Matt to leave me alone and I stormed out. Now here I am.”

“That’s rough,” You say. Was it really your place to give advice? The damage had already been done and besides, this wasn’t exactly your battle. “—I’m sorry to hear you guys were arguing. But I think I can make your day a little better.” You hadn’t even realized Lita’s grip on your arm until you moved it slightly. “First off, you have to let me go, haha.”

“Sorry.” She apologizes, letting go. She then used her now free hand to run through her hair.

“Funnily enough, I was actually leaving out to look for you and your little bodyguards.” You comment, reaching in your bag to hand over the loot, to which she looked shocked to see.

“...Seriously?” She almost thought it was a joke, eyeing you and the gift. But her suspicion immediately broke down into a smirk after realizing what you said earlier. “And my bodyguards? You don’t mean Jeff and Matt, do you?”

“Of course I do. But I guess I’ll find them on my own time. If you don’t make up that is.”

Lita wasn’t going to complain either. She wasn’t going to decline a present. “Thanks, [Name]. If you really want them to get these, then be sure to pass the message on to them too.” Much to her chagrin, she was happy to indulge you. It was the least she could do.

“You’re welcome.” You stare at her for a moment before walking forward and giving her a hug. She definitely deserved it. Even if she jokingly mentioned how clingy you were. Nevertheless, she accepted it and you two part.

“Hey,” She suddenly says, starting to open the box. “—are you busy after the show?”

“No, why?” You ask.

“I wanted you to go with me to a bar or something. I’m kinda stressed and I wanna have some fun.” She proclaimed, immediately digging into the chocolate.

An invitation to hang out?! You couldn’t decline, but if it’s a bar, you won’t be drinking much. It’s not like you were a lightweight or anything, it just wasn’t your style. “I don’t see why not.” You shrug, accepting. “Just us?”

“Yup. Just us. You want someone else to come?”

“No, no. Just was curious. I mean like...”

“I’m not inviting those two, if that’s what you think.” Lita clarified, closing the box. “Remember, we got in an argument, so..”

“Hah. Right.” You say, immediately shaking your head. It would be a pretty stupid to invite them after having a pretty hard argument.

If she wanted to hang out, then so be it. This would be the most action packed girls night ever!

At least you think it will be...

As you were making your rounds through the hallways, you noticed someone that you’ve been meaning to spark up a conversation with. “Ah! Hey! Christian..right?”

You call, leaning over beside him to get his attention. “We’ve met before. You called me short I think.. or was it tiny??” You trailed off, trying to remember what he said.

Christian stares at you for a moment, before snapping his fingers. “Oh yeah.” He turns to face you, a grin on his face. “I remember you! You’re that fan, right?” He jested. “The one who wanted an autograph.”

“Not even close...” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. The smile on your face didn’t help at all. “I just came to wish you good luck on your match with Edge. I know you’re champion and all,” You motion towards his championship, unsure if you should touch or not. Ogling at it seemed okay, though.

“Is that so?” He asked. Man, he was one of the cocky ones, wasn’t he? Oh well, it’s not like you hadn’t dealt with this before! “Well, I appreciate it. I think you can get promoted to...hm...” He looks at you up and down quickly, trying to come up with a new nickname. “Got it. You’re promoted to, ‘Cheesy.’ Congrats, [Name]. Or should I say, cheesy.”

…What?

You were confused. What kind of nickname is cheesy? What the fuck does that even mean?? “Seriously? Why don’t you call me by my name?”

“Hah. I’ll think about it, seriously.” He says, taking off his belt to shine it with a cloth. “Coming out to watch like you did last time?”

“Am I allowed to?”

“Guess so. You’ve been there before, so I don’t see why they wouldn’t. Besides, I need someone to accompany me to the ring.”

Accompany him too? You’ll have to ask if it was alright to do that. Maybe you could even speak on commentary! That’d be fun. “Okay, then I’ll ask. But don’t be surprised if I don’t show up! I’ve got things to do.”

“Pretty disappointing then.” He admits, putting his finger on your forehead. “I’ll keep my eye out for you. If you can’t come out, I’m counting on you to watch backstage at least.”

You swat his hand. “Yeah, yeah! I’m sure you will be. We’ll see what happens. I can’t promise anything!” You hold your hands up in defense. “Are you nervous? I saw your match on the list and was thinking about how if either of you won, you’d be swimming in gold.”

“Not at all. I’m pretty confident, actually.” He hit his chest with his fist. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna win tonight. I’ve got a trick up my sleeve.”

“A trick up your sleeve?” You narrowed your eyes, unsure of what he meant. Hopefully he wouldn’t cheat and instead pulled out some devastating finishing move. “I’m sure you do. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

Christian gives you finger guns, saying nothing at all.

Which meant NO PROMISES.

“I should probably get ready now..” You say.

“Heh, looks like you talked so much, time just flew by.” He chuckled, adjusting the championship onto his waist and walking past you. “Get a move on, [Name].”

You nod before shaking your head. “Wait, did you just say my name? Where are you going?!”

Christian was just glad you didn’t ask how exactly he got this match. It was champion vs. champion after all. You just weren’t ready for that type of information. Had you known he and a few others beat him up...

It wouldn’t turn out well.

SMACK!DOWN // 7:13 PM

It’s time!

Your talk show segment was now. You jump in place as an attempt to ease your nerves in gorilla.

Personally, you never thought you’d get this far, let alone be so pushed. You prayed to whatever god that was out there that this would be all for naught, and you’d be left with little to nothing to do. People were a bit iffy on you and because of that, so it was VERY easy to incite a reaction from the audience.

Once you had made your way to the ring and grabbed a mic, you give a biiiig smile to the hard camera.

“Hi everyone!” You greet, and the crowd responds by roaring lightly. “Remember when I said something special was coming to Smackdown? Well, this it it!” You chime, taking a seat in your chair. “It’s me! I’m the special thing. No, no really. It’s this whole set, you see!”

‘Hey! It’s [Name]! And look what she’s doing..?’

You open your arms presenting the whole set, letting everyone drink it in. “Well, I hope you’re ready. This is...Time Out With [Name]!”

Upon raising your arms, balloons fell from the ceiling. It was definitely a pleasant surprise. What a fitting celebration! “I’m so excited! I hope you all are too. Now, you may be wondering, what’s in the bag, [Name]?”

‘..Sounds like she’s a little whacked in the head,’ JR says.

Jerry agreed. ‘Couple’a screws loose!’

“Well, I’ve got a lot of letters. I’m going to do the honors of reading you guys my very own fan mail.” You reach into it and pull out a letter. “This first one is from—“

Almost on cue, you were interrupted by familiar music. The lights dim, and you turn your attention towards the front. Here comes trouble.

Literally. The culprit was none other than Stephanie McMahon, the woman who was banished from the WWF the previous night. With a mic in her hand, she hastily makes her way to the ring. Of course, to make sure all the attention was on her, she wore the sparkliest garment possible.

She enters through the ropes, giving one look behind her one last time. You could tell she was on the verge of tears. “I-I’m not supposed to be here..but…!” Stephanie trails off, her voice cracking while the crowd had already begun to mock her.

All you could do was stare. Did she really just fucking interrupt you?! In the middle of YOUR talk show?!

She continues on. “..But I have to clear things up! And I knew you were going to have a talk show, [Name]! So please, talk to ME!” She begs, coming closer and grabbing your arm. You shake her off, but she’s still hopeful.

Some security they have, letting the “Billion Dollar Princess” in so freely. You scoff, holding up your mic. “Am I going to get in trouble for associating with you?”

“NO!” She squealed, immediately lowering her voice after she yelled at you. “N-No! I don’t think you will.”

You sigh, tossing the letter to the side for now. As it flutters to the ground, you exasperatedly threw your arm out. “Go ahead. Just say what you have to say.” You couldn’t believe she just walked out here. And to plead her case? This better be a good one!

Stephanie takes a deep breath. “I’m telling you, [Name]! No…!” She turns to the audience, doing a 360 as she points at everyone. “Y-You all saw everything!“ Then, she turns back to you. “You talked to my brother, he’s the mastermind! I just wanted to follow my in older brother’s steps!”

You hold up your hand, causing her to stop talking. “Uh, hey, Stephanie? What does any of this have to do with me? Genuine question.” The McMahons really were dragging you into this! You’re about to go kicking and screaming. “I know I was with you and Shane for a while, but you’d better go to someone else. I don’t think I can help you.”

Stephanie shakes her head. “You can! I just want my dad to see this. Him and everyone else need to hear my side of the story! Ask me anything! I’ll tell you the wholehearted truth!”

“Alright.” You say, shrugging. “Why’d you slap your own mother?” At this question, the crowd gasps. Stephanie was just as taken aback by the question, but bounced back quickly.

“Didn’t you hear me last time?” This time, she had a bit of attitude in her voice. “I said that Shane ordered me to do it. Did you seriously think I did everything on my own? I was naive, stupid. Everyone makes mistakes. Like you.” She says. “Remember? You took members of the Alliance out and joined the WWF? That was a mistake, right?”

“I mean…” You weren’t quite sure what to say. Well, you did, but you didn’t want to be too mean. “Those comparisons aren’t even remotely close. Besides, shouldn’t I be questioning you?”

Stephanie nods, letting it go for now. She’d do anything for forgiveness, and now that she’s hijacked came on your show, she felt like this could be her chance. “G-Go ahead.”

“Okay. Well, I’d like to just start with thank you for ruining what I wanted to do. I’ll just do it later.” You snidely remarked. “But now I’m curious. Why beg to stay when you know it’s over?”

She says nothing at your first comment, but walks a bit away from the center of the ring.

“I felt falsely accused and I felt as if I should’ve been given another chance. The thought of losing everything I have and…” She gags, covering her mouth. “Living in such..ugh, low-class ways makes me sick! I mean, can you imagine having to even drive yourself places? That’s what a chauffeur is for! [Name], when I got kicked out with my brother, we had to DRIVE all the way to the arena! Could you imagine having to do that everyday!?”

She’s..wow. Stephanie is definitely something. You just stare at her incredulously, but then bite back a sneer, instead replacing it with a smile. “No way! I couldn’t imagine that at all.”

“You get it! See, this is why I had so much faith in you when you were with us. You understand my problems and I’m glad I have the chance to talk to you!” Stephanie beams at you, happy that you’re sympathetic.

“Right. I’m sure it’s suuch a drag to y’know,” You pause, leaning on the ring ropes. “..do all the work by yourself?”

Double entendre? The crowd seemed to be laughing at how irritated you were and could completely understand. They felt the same way! Being so rudely interrupted after going to read the fan mail. Oh, the humanity!!

“Ugh, yes!” Stephanie walks towards you, fast enough so that you couldn’t even process what she was doing. “You get it! [Name], you’re the only one around here that has any sense!” She sticks out her hand. “Which is one of the reasons why I’ve come out here TONIGHT!”

What was she getting at?

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking at her in confusion.

“I want to be business partners!” There was no sign of tears whatsoever, her somber behavior quickly transforming into excitement. “You and me, kicking ass! I point, you destroy!”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” You say, putting a hand on your hip. “I’m already partners Stone Cold Steve Austin,” Once you said his name, the crowd cheers. “Quite frankly, Stephanie, I have a feeling you wanted to ask that all along.”

She huffed, pulling away her hand. Her plan wasn’t going well and she knew as much. “No, it’s not just that. I really wanted to come here and plead my case. If I didn’t, you’d all think I’m some backstabbing bitch! I’d never do that. I’m really only…”

You join in on her sentence, the both of you talking in unison. “—A misunderstood young woman.” Nodding your head, you sigh for what must have been the thousandth time. “I don’t even know how they let you in here in the first place.”

“I snuck in.” She admits. “But c’mon. You’ve gotta think about it….please?”

And to make her happy so she’d literally leave you alone, you nod, holding out your hand. She shakes it, and that seals the deal.

Yeah, right. She interrupted your goddamn show!!

Letting go off your mic, you twist her around and tie her arms around her neck, giving her a Backstabber. The crowd pops at your attack, and you stand up from your spot, leaning over her.

“Try again next time.”

BACKSTAGE // 7:20 PM

The fact Stephanie had interrupted your talk show had made you upset. The thought of shaking her hand moreso. Once it had dawned on you, there was immediately a feeling of dread.

You had just “shook hands” with Stephanie McMahon. The witch, the conniving woman who’d rip your heart out if you ever made a mistake. And then you turned around and attacked her.

For some reason, you were scared. Scared of what she’d do with you in the aftermath. While she’d be out of the WWF for quite a while, you knew it would only be a matter of time before she returned.

What’s one way of relieving stress? By burning things, of course. You were going to set these letters on fire if it was the last thing you’d do. You had a cameraman with you in the parking lot. Your antics for the night were far from over.

“Before I was rudely interrupted, I wanted to talk about my letters. Unfortunately, I can’t do that.” You sigh. “I apologize to all my fans who wanted to hear my endearing voice read them out. Instead, I’d like to show an example.” You dump the rest of the letters onto the ground.

You go through your pockets, taking out a matchbox and removing ONE match. Quickly dragging it against the striker of the box, it flickers to life. You toss it over and the pile of letters are engulfed into flames. The camera turns over there for a brief moment, then back to you.

“I don’t think anyone understands that you’re all in my way! I don’t need any cheap ass letters to tell me that I’m great and amazing, that I am incredible and what have you.“ You say. “I’m not just some idiot who can’t work my way around the ring. I could out wrestle ANY of you, anytime of the week! And if you don’t believe me, come see me.”

While your message wasn’t long (you were told you had 10 more minutes), you thought it still got the message across. Anyone who wanted to mess with you was on their way to a world filled with hurt.

BACKSTAGE // 7:45 PM

And if it wasn’t for Stephanie ruining your show, the other devil on your shoulder had shown up just JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT.

Him. Yet again. Yet-a-fuckin-gain.

Jericho gives you a smirk, and the camera pans over to him. “Someone like you, burning letters. Never would have expected it. How’s my gift treating you? You must like it, given I haven’t seen it in the fire.”

“I wish you’d leave me alone.” You groan. “You’re always following me. And for your information, Austin actually threw it away for me!” It wasn’t true, but you just wanted to see his reaction.

You opened your mouth, but stop after realizing something important.

Back up a little bit. How exactly did Jericho know about your letters? You told no one about your plan and you made 100% sure no one was in the same parking lot while you did it.

"Wait a second." You say, waving your hand. "How'd you know what I burnt?"

His smug look turned into one of bewilderment. “I thought you knew already? Your best friend Torrie, she’s been running around talking about it.”

“She’s been WHAT?!” You look in awe and Jericho snorts at your reaction.“No, no, stop, what do you mean?”

“So much for being besties, huh [Name]? Well, she’s been saying you’ve been burning letters. She saw you do it out in the parking lot, now she’s telling whoever you’ve mentioned or whatever. I didn’t really care.” He muttered. “What you should be focused on, is our match.”

You simply roll your eyes. Oh yeah. You forgot that was a thing. Where’s Stone Cold when you need him?

Jericho comes closer to you. “And if you want, the Walls of Jericho doesn’t have to be the only hold you could be in tonight, sweetheart.”

You stare at him in disbelief for a second. How dare he say that to you?! Did he really think you’d go THAT low? And even try to imply you’d sleep with him? Absolutely not.

You had lifted your hand up to give him a hard slap across the face, resulting in the crowd gasping. Slapping him felt incredibly satisfying and he literally didn’t even know what hit him. The blonde brings up a hand to his now reddened cheek, scowling all the while you stomp down the hallway.

Him and his stupid match can sit in the back of your mind until the time comes. Until then, you’ve got some loose ends to tie up. Most importantly, you’ve gotta deal with Torrie (and maybe even Stacy, if she’s around. That’d just kill two birds with one stone. You technically weren’t “friends” anyway.)

So once you had seen a blonde woman just hanging around down the hall, all you found yourself rushing over there, ready to fight. “Hey!” You yell, setting your hand on her shoulder and turning her around roughly. “TORRIE—“

But this was not Torrie. In fact, it was actually Terri Runnels, who seemed scared that you abruptly turned her around like that. She held her hands up in defense and you can only sigh.

“Jeez, I’m sorry.” You apologize. “You’re…Terri, was it? Yeah, I’m really sorry.”

She gave you a nervous laugh in response, waving her hand. “Oh, it’s fine….” Before throwing her arms out. “Minus you scaring the hell out of me. What’s your deal!?”

“My ‘deal’ is that something really badhappened, and now I’m looking for Torrie. Have you seen her? You’re both blonde so I got you two mixed up. That’s my fault.” You felt incredibly bad for scaring her like that, but she should be thankful you didn’t just start beating her up first!

“Sorry sweetie,” She apologizes to you with a shrug. “Haven’t seen her at all today. What happened between you two?”

You sigh. It’s hard to explain what exactly went down. On the bright side, maybe Torrie hadn’t got that far. “Long story short, she’s been telling people something I did. And it’s a lie,” You add, which was another lie in itself… “One that might completely ruin my reputation."

“Well first off, you don’t go around threatening to beat people up.” She advised with a laugh. “Why don’t you try talking to her instead?”

“I feel like if talk to her, I’d drag her across the concrete.” You admit.

“Ivory should have put some of us into anger management classes…” Terri mutters. “Anyway, I still think you should try talking to her. No hostility, no…dragging her across the concrete.”

“I can try, but no promises.”

Definitely no promises.

SMACK!DOWN // 7:58 PM

Unfortunately after talking to someone about it, you couldn’t go out there for the match. You were a bit bummed out but they explained that you had a segment already and you’ve got a match coming up. They weren’t wrong, yes, you’ve got a lot to do tonight, but it doesn’t hurt to go back out one more time.

…..You just can’t believe this is your life now.

You’re definitely not complaining, but you never thought you’d get this far. It’s been a nice ride so far, which makes you wonder if the journey coming up will be hard.

“Hey, kid.” A familiar voice calls. “The hell you’ve been up to?” Stone Cold Steve Austin looks pretty beat up, holding his stomach as he speaks to you. “Heard ya’ been burning shit.”

“Noooo.” You groan. “It got to you?! She’s faster than I thought! And why do you look all busted?”

“I look busted because Regal and his little minions set me up in that ring earlier. How’dya not hear?”

You shrug. “I was focused on this whole Torrie thing..and if you got all beat up, shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I don’t have time to rest when we’ve gotta perform.”

There was a silence before you just decided to speak up. Funnily enough, him standing there literally felt like he was judging you, so you had to come clean. The tension broke you. “Yeah. I burned letters.” You admit, rubbing your temple. “I feel really really bad. And I don’t want anyone else to find out, but who knows how many people Torrie’s told?”

“I don’t see the problem with that.” Of course he didn’t, it was literally Stone Cold we’re talking about. “Ya’ just were disposing of crap you didn’t need.”

Crap you didn’t need? That definitely was one way to put it.

Austin continued on. “Don’t worry about the consequences. If people have an issue about what you do, let em’….and if they try saying otherwise, you take it to the ring.”

His and Terri’s advice were pretty different. To fight or not to fight….

“I’ve been doing things the way I like for years.” Austin reminded. “The consequences don’t faze me. People don’t faze me. Ya’ gonna let them mess your brain up.” He points to his head. “They get inside your head and take advantage of it. Instead of letting em’ do that, you hit first. So, how about it?” He says, patting your back harshly. “We get into that ring, kick that little pretty boy’s ass, then go home.”

“Yeah!” You sure as hell were. It was a good idea too. Maybe that match would get some of your pent up anger out. “And that’s the bottom line!”

You waited for him to continue his own line, but he looked at you as if you were stupid. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

He shakes his head. “We’ll have to work on that. Get it together, [Name]. We can’t lose.” And he leaves it at that, simply leaving you with your own thoughts. Did Debra tell him to talk to you?

His words made you nervous, rightfully so. What would happen if you did lose? Would he be upset at you? Worse, you’d lose a teammate! Even more scarier that Stephanie wanted you to align with the McMahons..that couldn’t bode well.

It would make sense with you joining out of spite incase he betrays you, but after that, then what? Would creative just shelf you for now? Would you have to do gimmick matches? They were already a strong “stable” on their own, so someone else being added was a bit crazy in your opinion.

The idea of not knowing what came next kinda made you uncomfortable. Even if you should have been used to it in WCW (where things were WAY more disorganized), the feeling just made you feel icky.

“[Name]!” You immediately recognize that voice as Edge. A smile grows on your face as he approaches, but he doesn’t seem happy. And here came those cameras you knew oh so well.

“What’s wrong?”

He looks at you incredulously. “You’re seriously asking me what’s wrong? That’s just great.”

There’s gotta be something you’re missing here. “What are you talking about?”

“You should know what I’m talking about. Burning anything ring a bell??”

Oh fuck.

You had no idea what to say, you open your mouth but quickly shut it. Okay, maybe Torrie was well within the right to tell on you, but that wasn’t her place at all, damn it! Now they’d know you burnt everything! That you didn’t care about them! The only person you cared about was yourself.

In other words, the seeds were being planted!

The cameras were on you again, so you wanted to make this as dramatic as possible with him. “I just…it wasn’t like that at all, you’ve gotta..I didn’t mean it at all.”

“You didn’t?” Edge looked at you and you finally thought he would understand. That all would be well. “You didn’t mean it. Okay. It just gets worse, huh? The least you could do was check on me when I got beat up out in the ring earlier.”

“Wait, huh?”

“Didn’t know that, did you?”

No, no you didn’t. You couldn’t even defend yourself, so you decided to pull out the next best excuse.

“I’ve got my own match to focus on! I didn’t know! You can’t blame me for not watching….” It was going to have to do. “I couldn’t come out..”

Yet, he still wasn’t buying it. “With what partner? Stone Cold’s already been ambushed too. You must have not saw that either. Maybe try paying attention more next time. Man, this day just gets better and better. Continuously betrayed by my own brother, then I find out someone I’ve been interes….” He stops himself, coughing into his palm. “Someone I’ve been friends with, couldn’t care less about me.” He stared at you for a minute before turning around to leave.

“Wait a damn minute! You can’t just leave. And besides, I already saw him all beat up! Maybe if you were as good as him, you’d be raring and ready to go!” You yell, stomping right behind him. “But no! You’re running away!”

“Just shut up already, [Name].” He says, continuing his way down the hall.

This time, you didn’t follow, a new feeling of anger burning in your veins. The moment you lay your eyes on Torrie, IT IS ON.

hey! hey you! if you’ve made it to the end, YAY! thanks for reading and sticking around!! im working on fixing the spacer so it’s brighter pls bare with me. steve austin + reader duo is going to go on for a bit longer me thinks. *gives you both the tag team titles because i can*

[raibebe]

Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective​. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin​, @moonctzeny​, @lenaluvs​, @lucas-wongs​, @burtonized​ and to @ncteaxhoe​ who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail JohnJaeNNN@NCTU.com to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,” you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while.   “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.

[manekicatwriter]

hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where they’re around 17-19, and they’ve got depression. they’ve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now they’re coming home and they’re all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that they’re loved and they belong there? i’m sorry if that’s an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. it’s totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you aren’t comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3

you’re here, and that’s what matters.

TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.

hey! i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.

note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!

Phil:

- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.

- he visited whenever he could. if he couldn’t, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.

- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.

- “You don’t have to tell me why you did it, I’m just glad you’re here,” pulling you in for a warm hug.

- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.

It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” your voice started to crack. “For making you guys worry about me.” Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.

Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “We don’t blame you. We don’t blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.” He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.

Tommy:

- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down that’s a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.

- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, he’ll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.

- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but he’s afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice he’s being quieter than usual and you don’t care, you tell him you don’t.

- if you’re feeling it, he’ll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing that’s too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.

It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easily…

…

Until you bedroom door opens you’re being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but they’re persistent.

“Ey, wake up, it’s morning!” Tommy shakes you again.

You realize you didn’t dream, but think nothing of it. “Tommy please, what do you want.”

Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. “I wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!”

You sighed. If you didn’t comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommy’s cheers.

You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasn’t unbearable to walk to. Even if you weren’t completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.

After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didn’t seem too pleased.

You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. “Hey.” You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.

“Can we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“When Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.” He let out a sad huff. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He sighed.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Tommy…” You started, “I’m sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to feel like that because of my actions.”

Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, “No, please don’t apologize. It’s not anybody’s fault this happened, right?” You nodded.

Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. “Come on now, let’s go get some ice cream!” He pulled you up from the ground.

“Last one to get to the shop has to pay!”

Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.

Wilbur:

- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]

- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most “protective older brother” energy, yeah?

- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.

- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didn’t spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings

- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.

- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from… whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“Mmm, I love some good ol’ pasta.” He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. “Also, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?”

You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. “Build..?” You had no idea where this was going.

Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? “Wilbur, how much was that?”

He blinked at you innocently. “It was only, like, £25. And look! It’s got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monster—“

“But why?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t hurt for you to do something new, yeah?” He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. “Alright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.” Wilbur nodded.

“Speaking of water, don’t you think I could teach you how to swim or something?”

“Oh, fuck off with that!”

Technoblade:

- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.

- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.

- techno’s generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.

- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didn’t really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.

- he didn’t explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.

- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and you’re always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.

With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. “Can I come in?”

You rose from your bed. “Come in. Oh hey Techno.”

He gave a simple wave and his signature “Halloo.” He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. “I got this. For you.” His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.

“What for?”

“I dunno. Writin’ your feelings down or drawin’ or somethin’. Whatever helps you vent.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh Techno, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. “You have two journals?”

Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. “Oh this? It’s for me. So we could do it together, I guess.”

You let out a happy hum. “That’s nice. Say, why don’t we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.”

Techno shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got more stationary too if you want.” He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.

hi hope u enjoyed reading as much as i did writing it. this format was new for me but very fun!

[handsomelyhiddleston]

Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”