#amore take anything seriously challenge

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

Got re-obsessed with this old role swap AU amongst my scrapbook prep so of course I had to redraw with more appropriate design elements.

It's a hold over from a time before Amoré's multiclass, where I was constantly bitching about her not being able to wear all these cool armor pieces I found, & it birthed a whole ass AU that's...hilariously similar to Sam's current project. But as always, I am the yin to her yang, while she brings the fluff, I bring the angst.

Since it's boring to just do a one-to-one swap, I raise you Draconic Bloodline sorceress Diana, inheritor of a rare form of magic originating from a source the rest of the world views hostile. Since she was young, there have been multiple attempts on her life, desperate attempts from multiple groups to keep her from fully connecting with her magic and growing into a fully realized sorceress. Those who don't die in the line of duty are dismissed for letting the threat get too close, and she has become resigned to what she sees as her inevitable fate.

Amoré is a young Inquisitor, daughter of a rather infamous pair of Protector Aasimar who up and vanished in the middle of a long term contract for an extremely affluent client, never to be heard from again. Her name is ruined, and she does not care what she has to risk to bring respect back to it. She will regain her Protector status, even if it means burning everyone around her, and herself in the process.

Anyways I'm obsessed. I had so much material set aside for this AU and I lost all the dialogue plans so ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ from scratch we go!

As always, Diana : @wolfy1298

[pucksandpower]

Hall Pass

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Carlos Sainz x ex!Reader

Summary: Carlos’ desire to fantasize about other women leads you straight into his teammate’s arms (or in which your boyfriend chooses a famous actress as his hall pass while you decide on someone much closer to home)

The hotel suite is bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. You sit on the edge of the king-sized bed, your fingers idly tracing the intricate patterns on the duvet cover. Across the room, Carlos leans against the ornate writing desk, his arms crossed over his chest and a pensive look on his face.

“Y/N,” he begins, his voice low and measured. “We need to talk.”

You look up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “What’s on your mind?”

He shifts his weight, uncrossing his arms and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’ve been thinking ... about us. About our relationship.”

Your heart skips a beat, a knot forming in your stomach. “Oh? And what have you been thinking?”

Carlos takes a deep breath, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on you. “I love you, Y/N. I do. But ... I can’t help feeling like we’re stuck in a rut.”

You furrow your brow, confusion and hurt mingling in your chest. “A rut? What do you mean?”

“It’s just ...” He pauses, searching for the right words. “We’ve been together for so long, and it’s been great. But don’t you ever wonder what else is out there?”

You stand up, taking a step towards him. “Carlos, are you saying you want to break up?”

He holds up his hands, shaking his head quickly. “No, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all. I just ... I had an idea.”

“An idea?” You repeat, your voice laced with skepticism.

Carlos nods, a hint of excitement creeping into his tone. “What if we each got a hall pass?”

You blink, taken aback. “A hall pass? Like ... permission to sleep with someone else?”

“Exactly,” he says, snapping his fingers. “But not just anyone. We each choose one person, and if we ever happen to meet them and the opportunity arises, we’re allowed to go for it. No hard feelings, no guilt.”

You stare at him, trying to process his words. “Let me get this straight. You want us to choose people we can cheat on each other with, guilt-free?”

Carlos winces at your phrasing. “It’s not cheating if we both agree to it. Think of it as ... spicing things up. Adding a little excitement to our relationship.”

You cross your arms, mirroring his earlier stance. “And you think this will solve our supposed ‘rut’?”

He shrugs, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “It could be fun. Just imagine the thrill of knowing we both have this secret possibility out there.”

You shake your head, disbelief coloring your voice. “I can’t believe you’re seriously suggesting this.”

“Come on, mi amor,” Carlos coaxes, taking a step towards you. “It’s not like anything will actually happen. We’ll probably never even meet the people we choose.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Then what’s the point?”

“The point is the fantasy, the excitement,” he explains, his eyes lighting up. “It’s like ... buying a lottery ticket. You know you probably won’t win, but the possibility is thrilling.”

You chew on your lower lip, considering his words. Part of you wants to shut down this ridiculous idea immediately, but another part is intrigued by the challenge. “And you really think this will help our relationship?”

Carlos nods eagerly. “I do. It’ll add a spark, keep things interesting.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this.”

“So ... is that a yes?” Carlos asks, hope evident in his voice.

After a long moment, you nod slowly. “Fine. But we set some ground rules first.”

Carlos grins, clapping his hands together. “Of course! Whatever you want.”

You hold up a finger. “Rule number one: we tell each other who we choose. No secrets.”

“Agreed,” Carlos says quickly.

“Rule number two: if anything ever does happen, we tell each other immediately.”

Carlos nods. “Absolutely. Honesty is key.”

You take a deep breath. “Okay. So ... who’s your choice?”

Carlos’ grin widens. “Margot Robbie.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Seriously? Margot Robbie?”

He shrugs, looking pleased with himself. “What? She’s gorgeous, talented, and there’s practically zero chance I’ll ever meet her, let alone have the opportunity to sleep with her.”

You shake your head, amused despite yourself. “Well, at least you’re being realistic about your chances.”

Carlos chuckles. “Exactly. It’s the perfect choice. Exciting, but safe.” He leans forward, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “What about you? Who’s your hall pass going to be?”

You pause, pretending to consider your options carefully. In truth, you’ve already made your decision, a plan forming in your mind. “Well,” you say slowly, “I think I’ll choose ... Charles.”

Carlos’ brow furrows in confusion. “Charles? What Charles?”

You allow a small smirk to play across your lips. “Charles Leclerc.”

The color drains from Carlos’ face as realization dawns. “Charles ... Leclerc? My teammate, Charles Leclerc?”

You nod, feigning innocence. “That’s the one.”

Carlos sputters, his earlier confidence evaporating. “But-but you can’t choose him!”

“Why not?” You ask, your voice sweet. “He fits all the criteria. He’s attractive, talented, and exciting.”

“But he’s my teammate!” Carlos exclaims, running a hand through his hair in agitation. “You see him all the time!”

You shrug, echoing his earlier nonchalance. “So? You’re the one who wanted to add some excitement to our relationship.”

Carlos paces back and forth, his earlier enthusiasm replaced by panic. “This isn’t what I meant! I chose someone I’ll never meet. You chose someone you could literally bump into tomorrow!”

“Carlos,” you say, your voice taking on a patronizing tone, “are you saying you don’t trust me?”

He stops pacing, turning to face you with wide eyes. “Of course I trust you. It’s just ... it’s Charles!”

You take a step towards him, your expression hardening. “Let me ask you something. Did you really think this through when you suggested it? Or were you just hoping for a free pass to fantasize about other women without feeling guilty?”

Carlos opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find a response. “I ... that’s not ... I didn’t mean ...”

You cut him off, your voice sharp. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you thought you could have your cake and eat it too. You’d get to keep me while indulging in your little fantasies about Margot Robbie or whoever else catches your eye.”

“Mi amor, please,” Carlos pleads, reaching for your hand. “That’s not what this was about at all.”

You pull away from his grasp, shaking your head. “No? Then what was it about? Because it sure as hell wasn’t about improving our relationship.”

He runs his hands over his face, frustration evident in every line of his body. “I just ... I thought it would be fun. A little harmless fantasy to spice things up.”

“Well, congratulations,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’ve certainly spiced things up now.”

Carlos looks at you, desperation in his eyes. “Can we just ... can we forget this whole thing? Pretend I never suggested it?”

You shake your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “Oh no, Carlos. You don’t get to backtrack now. You wanted a hall pass? You’ve got one.”

“Please,” he begs, reaching for you again. “I was being stupid. I don’t want this.”

You step back, avoiding his touch. “Too late. What was it you said? No hard feelings, no guilt?”

Carlos’ face crumples. “I didn’t think ... I never imagined you’d choose someone like Charles.”

“Maybe you should have,” you snap. “Maybe you should have considered how I’d feel about you wanting permission to sleep with other women.”

He hangs his head, shame written across his features. “I’m sorry. I really am. Can we please just talk about this?”

You shake your head, moving towards the door of the suite. “I think we’ve talked enough for one night.”

Carlos’ head snaps up, panic flashing in his eyes. “Where are you going?”

You grab your purse from the nearby chair, slinging it over your shoulder. “Out. I need some air.”

“Y/N, wait!” Carlos calls, his voice rising in desperation. “You can’t ... you’re not going to ...”

You turn back to face him, your hand on the doorknob. “Going to what, Carlos? Use my hall pass? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

He shakes his head vehemently. “No! I mean, yes, but not like this. Not with Charles!”

“Why not?” You challenge. “He’s attractive, available, and conveniently located just down the hall. Isn’t that exciting?”

Carlos’ face contorts with a mixture of anger and fear. “You wouldn’t. You’re just trying to teach me a lesson.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Am I? Are you willing to bet on that?”

He takes a step towards you, his voice pleading. “Mi amor, please. I’m begging you. Don’t do this.”

You open the door, pausing in the threshold. “You know, Carlos, you were right about one thing. This definitely isn’t boring anymore.”

As you step into the hallway, you hear Carlos’ voice rising behind you. “Y/N! Come back! We need to talk about this!”

You let the door swing shut behind you, cutting off his desperate pleas. As you walk down the corridor, your heels clicking against the polished floor, a small smile plays across your lips.

You have no intention of actually going to Charles’ room, of course. But Carlos doesn’t need to know that. Let him stew in his own jealousy and insecurity for a while. Maybe next time he’ll think twice before suggesting something so foolish.

As you reach the elevator, you can still hear Carlos’ muffled shouts echoing from your suite. You press the button for the lobby, a mix of emotions swirling in your chest. Part of you feels guilty for causing him such distress, but a larger part feels justified in your actions. He needed to understand the consequences of his thoughtless suggestion.

As the elevator doors slide closed, you let out a long breath. It’s going to be a long night, but perhaps this will be the wake-up call your relationship needed. Not in the way Carlos had intended, but in a way that forces you both to confront the real issues lurking beneath the surface.

The elevator begins its descent, carrying you away from the drama upstairs and towards an uncertain future. One thing’s for sure — your relationship will never be the same after tonight. Whether that’s for better or worse remains to be seen.

***

The hotel bar is a sanctuary of soft lighting and hushed conversations. You sit perched on a high stool, nursing a glass of red wine and trying to quiet the storm of emotions raging inside you. The bartender, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, keeps glancing your way, clearly sensing your distress but respectfully maintaining his distance.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t notice the figure approaching until he speaks.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”

You look up, startled, to find Charles Leclerc standing beside you, concern etched across his handsome features. For a moment, you’re struck by the irony of the situation.

“Charles,” you manage, forcing a smile. “I’m fine, just ... needed some air.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying your act. “At the bar? Must be some very alcoholic air.”

Despite yourself, you let out a small laugh. “Caught me. Mind if I buy you a drink to keep my secret?”

Charles slides onto the stool next to you, a warm smile playing across his lips. “Only if you let me buy the next round and tell me what’s really going on.”

You hesitate, swirling the wine in your glass. “It’s ... complicated.”

“I’ve got time,” Charles says softly, signaling the bartender. “And I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener.”

As the bartender sets a Moscow Mule in front of Charles, you take a deep breath. “Carlos and I had a fight.”

Charles nods, his expression neutral. “I see. Do you want to talk about it?”

You laugh bitterly. “Oh, you’re going to love this. He suggested we each get a hall pass.”

Charles’ brow furrows in confusion. “A hall pass? Like in school?”

“No,” you explain, taking a sip of your wine. “A relationship hall pass. Permission to sleep with one chosen person if the opportunity ever arose.”

Charles’ eyes widen in surprise. “He suggested that? Really?”

You nod, feeling a fresh wave of anger wash over you. “He thought it would ‘spice things up’. Add some excitement to our relationship.”

“And how did you feel about that?” Charles asks carefully, studying your face.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Honestly? I felt ... hurt. Betrayed. Like I wasn’t enough for him anymore.”

Charles reaches out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing his hand over yours. “Y/N, you’re more than enough. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

You look up, meeting his intense gaze. “Thank you. That ... means a lot.”

He squeezes your hand before pulling away, taking a sip of his drink. “So, what happened next?”

You feel a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Well, I agreed.”

Charles nearly chokes on his drink. “You did?”

You nod, unable to suppress a small chuckle at his reaction. “I did. But not for the reasons Carlos wanted.”

“Oh?” Charles leans in, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Do tell.”

“Well,” you say, lowering your voice conspiratorially, “Carlos chose Margot Robbie as his hall pass.”

Charles snorts. “Of course he did.”

“Exactly,” you agree. “So when it was my turn to choose ... I picked you.”

For a moment, Charles is speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally, he manages to sputter, “Me? You chose me?”

You nod, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “I did. You should have seen Carlos’ face. He was furious.”

Charles runs a hand through his hair, looking both flattered and bewildered. “I ... wow. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you assure him quickly. “I didn’t choose you because I actually intended to ... you know. I chose you to teach Carlos a lesson.”

Charles nods slowly, processing this information. “And did he learn his lesson?”

You shrug, finishing off your wine. “I don’t know. I left him screaming in our hotel room.”

“Y/N,” Charles says softly, his voice full of concern. “I’m so sorry you’re going through this. You deserve better.”

You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Do I? Sometimes I wonder ...”

Charles reaches out again, this time cupping your cheek gently. “Listen to me. You are an incredible woman. You’re smart, funny, beautiful ... any man would be lucky to have you. And if Carlos can’t see that, if he’s willing to risk losing you over some stupid fantasy, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

You lean into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that has nothing to do with the wine. “Charles ...”

He leans in closer, his voice low and intense. “If you were with me, I would treat you like the queen you deserve to be. I would never even think about another woman, let alone ask for permission to be with one.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart pounding in your chest. “Charles, I ... we can’t ...”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “Why not? You have a hall pass, don’t you?”

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of emotions clouding your judgment. “That’s not ... I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Charles sighs, dropping his hand from your face. “I know. And I would never want to be the reason you and Carlos break up. But Y/N, you have to know ... I’ve had feelings for you for a long time.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You have?”

He nods, a rueful smile on his face. “How could I not? You’re amazing. But you were with Carlos, and I respected that. I still do. But seeing you hurt like this ... it kills me.”

You feel tears spilling down your cheeks now, unable to hold them back any longer. “I don’t know what to do. I love Carlos, but after tonight ... I don’t know if I can trust him anymore.”

Charles pulls you into a gentle hug, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively. “It’s okay. You don’t have to decide anything right now.”

You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. “I just ... I feel so lost.”

He strokes your hair softly, his voice a soothing murmur. “I know. But you’re not alone. I’m here for you, whatever you need.”

You pull back slightly, looking up into his eyes. “Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

He smiles, but there’s a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Always. But Y/N ... I want you to know that if you ever decide you want more than friendship, I’m here. I would never hurt you the way Carlos has.”

You feel a flutter in your stomach, a mix of excitement and fear. “Charles, I ...”

He shakes his head, placing a finger gently on your lips. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.”

You nod, suddenly very aware of how close you are, of the electricity crackling between you. “I should ... I should probably go.”

Charles nods, but makes no move to let you go. “Probably. But do you want to?”

You bite your lip, torn between desire and duty. “I ... I don’t know.”

He leans in, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispers, “Come up to my room. We don’t have to do anything. We can just talk or watch a movie. But I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

You shiver at his closeness, your resolve weakening. “Charles, I ... what if someone sees us?”

He pulls back, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. “Let them see. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re allowed to have friends, to seek comfort when you’re hurting.”

You take a deep breath, knowing that you’re standing on the edge of a precipice. One wrong move and everything could come crashing down. But looking into Charles’ eyes, feeling the warmth and safety of his presence, you find yourself nodding.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Let’s go.”

Charles stands, offering you his hand. You take it, allowing him to lead you towards the elevators. As you walk, you can feel the eyes of other patrons on you, but Charles’ steady presence beside you helps you keep your head high.

In the elevator, you stand close together, the air thick with unspoken tension. Charles’ thumb traces small circles on the back of your hand, sending shivers up your arm.

“Charles,” you say softly as the elevator begins to ascend. “I need you to know ... I’m not using you to get back at Carlos. Whatever happens tonight, it’s because I want it to.”

He turns to face you, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek once more. “I know. And I want you to know that whatever happens or doesn’t happen, tonight doesn’t change anything. I’ll still be here for you tomorrow, and the day after, and every day after that.”

You lean into his touch, feeling a sense of peace wash over you for the first time since your fight with Carlos. “Thank you.”

The elevator dings, signaling your arrival at Charles’ floor. He leads you down the hallway to his suite, fumbling slightly with the key card before pushing the door open.

As you step inside, you’re struck by how different it feels from the suite you share with Carlos. Where your room is cluttered with both of your belongings, evidence of your life together, Charles’ suite is neat and minimalist. It feels like a blank slate, a fresh start.

Charles closes the door behind you, leaning against it as he watches you take in the room. “So,” he says softly, “what now?”

You turn to face him, suddenly feeling nervous. “I ... I don’t know. This is all happening so fast.”

He nods, understanding in his eyes. “We can take it slow. Why don’t we sit down, maybe order some room service? We can talk, or not talk. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You feel a rush of affection for him, grateful for his patience and understanding. “That sounds nice.”

Charles moves to the phone, quickly ordering a selection of snacks and another bottle of wine. As he hangs up, he turns back to you with a shy smile. “I hope you don’t mind, I ordered your favorite.”

You blink in surprise. “You know my favorite wine?”

He shrugs, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “I pay attention.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words. How many times had you had to remind Carlos of your preferences?

As you settle onto the plush sofa, Charles takes a seat beside you, close but not touching. “Y/N,” he says softly, “I want you to know that you’re in control here. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You nod, feeling a mix of gratitude and desire. “I know. And I appreciate that, Charles. But ...”

He raises an eyebrow. “But?”

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage. “But I think I want to kiss you.”

Charles’ eyes widen, a look of surprise and joy spreading across his face. “Are you sure?”

Instead of answering, you lean forward, pressing your lips to his in a tentative kiss. For a moment, Charles is still, as if he can’t believe this is happening. Then, with a small groan, he responds, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair as he deepens the kiss.

As you lose yourself in the sensation of Charles’ lips on yours, his strong arms pulling you closer, you feel a sense of rightness settle over you. You know that there will be consequences to face tomorrow, difficult conversations to be had. But for now, in this moment, you allow yourself to forget about everything else and simply feel.

When you finally pull apart, both breathing heavily, Charles rests his forehead against yours. “Y/N,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You smile, running your fingers through his hair. “Me too. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

He pulls back slightly, searching your eyes. “What happens now?”

You take a deep breath, considering your words carefully. “Now ... now we take things one step at a time. I can’t make any promises, Charles. I need to sort things out with Carlos, figure out what I really want.”

He nods, understanding and a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I know. And I’ll respect whatever decision you make. Just know that I’m here, Y/N. Whatever you need.”

You lean in, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you. For everything.”

As you settle back into his arms, feeling safe and cared for in a way you haven’t in a long time, you know that whatever the future holds, this night has changed everything. And for the first time in a long time, you’re looking forward to what tomorrow might bring.

***

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, a sliver landing directly on the warming skin of your face. You stir slowly, awareness creeping in as you realize you’re not in your own bed. As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself nestled in Charles’ arms, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your cheek.

For a moment, panic flares in your chest as you try to piece together the events of the night before. But as memories flood back, you relax, remembering that while you and Charles shared kisses and conversation, nothing more intimate transpired.

Charles shifts beside you, his arms tightening slightly as he wakes. “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

You tilt your head to look up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. “Good morning.”

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle. “How are you feeling?”

You take a moment to assess, surprised by the sense of calm that settles over you. “Better than I expected, actually.”

Charles nods, relief evident in his eyes. “I’m glad. I was worried you might regret ... well, everything.”

You shake your head, sitting up slightly to meet his gaze. “I don’t regret anything. Last night ... it made a lot of things clear for me.”

He raises an eyebrow, curiosity and hope warring in his expression. “Oh? What kind of things?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead. “I think ... I think I want to be with you. Not just for a hall pass, not just for one night. I want to see where this could go between us.”

Charles’ face lights up, joy radiating from every feature. But then, just as quickly, concern clouds his expression. “Y/N, as much as I want that — and believe me, I do — what about Carlos?”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I need to end things with him. Properly. What he did, suggesting that hall pass ... it was just a symptom of bigger problems in our relationship. I see that now.”

Charles nods slowly, sitting up beside you. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to make any rash decisions because of one fight.”

You turn to face him fully, taking his hands in yours. “I’m sure. Last night, talking with you, being with you ... it made me realize what I’ve been missing. The respect, the understanding, the way you actually listen to me. I want that. I want you.”

A smile spreads across Charles’ face, but there’s still a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that. But ... are you sure you want to do this now? Maybe you should take some time, think things through.”

You shake your head, determination setting in. “No, I need to do this now. If I wait, I’ll just be living a lie. Carlos deserves to know the truth, and I ... I want to start this — us — with a clean slate.”

Charles squeezes your hands gently. “Okay. If you’re sure. But I’m not letting you face Carlos alone.”

You blink in surprise. “What do you mean?”

He meets your gaze steadily. “I mean I’m coming with you when you break up with him. I know Carlos, and I know he’s not going to take this well. I want to be there to support you.”

“Charles,” you protest weakly, “I can’t ask you to do that. It’s going to be messy enough without you there.”

He shakes his head firmly. “You’re not asking, I’m offering. More than that, I’m insisting. We’re in this together now. Let me be there for you.”

You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by his support. “Okay,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

Charles leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Always. Now, why don’t we get cleaned up and face this together?”

An hour later, freshly showered and steeled for the confrontation ahead, you stand outside the door to your suite with Charles by your side. Your hand trembles slightly as you raise it to knock.

“Hey,” Charles says softly, catching your hand in his. “It’s going to be okay. I’m right here with you.”

You nod, taking a deep breath before rapping your knuckles against the door. For a long moment, there’s silence. Then, just as you’re about to knock again, the door flies open.

Carlos stands there, his hair disheveled and dark circles under his eyes. His gaze flicks between you and Charles, confusion quickly morphing into anger.

“What the hell is this?” He demands, his voice rough.

You step forward, trying to keep your voice calm. “We need to talk.”

He laughs bitterly, throwing the door wider. “Oh, now you want to talk? After disappearing all night? Come on in, let’s have a nice chat.”

As you and Charles enter the suite, you can’t help but notice the state of disarray. Empty bottles litter the coffee table, and it’s clear Carlos hasn’t slept.

“Have a nice night?” Carlos spits, slamming the door behind you.

You flinch at the sound, but stand your ground. “I’m sorry for leaving like that. But we need to discuss what happened.”

He rounds on you, anger blazing in his eyes. “What’s there to discuss? You used your fucking hall pass, didn’t you? With him?” He jabs a finger at Charles, who remains calm but alert beside you.

“No, Carlos, I didn’t,” you say firmly. “Charles and I talked, that’s all.”

Carlos scoffs, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Oh, you expect me to believe that? You disappear all night, then show up with him in the morning, and I’m supposed to think nothing happened?”

Charles steps forward, his voice level. “She’s telling you the truth. Nothing happened between us last night.”

Carlos whirls on him, fury contorting his features. “Stay out of this, Leclerc. This is between me and my girlfriend.”

You feel anger bubbling up inside you at his possessive tone. “That’s just it. I’m not your girlfriend anymore.”

The room goes deathly silent as your words hang in the air. Carlos stares at you, shock replacing anger for a moment before his face hardens again.

“What did you just say?” He growls.

You stand tall, drawing strength from Charles’ presence beside you. “I said I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I’m breaking up with you.”

For a moment, Carlos looks like you’ve physically struck him. Then, with a roar of rage, he sweeps his arm across the nearest surface, sending glasses and bottles crashing to the floor.

“You fucking bitch!” He shouts, advancing on you. “You sleep with my teammate and then have the audacity to break up with me?”

Charles steps between you and Carlos, his voice low and dangerous. “Back off. Now.”

Carlos sneers at him. “Oh, defending your new whore, are you? How noble.”

You push past Charles, anger overriding your fear. “That’s enough! I told you, I didn’t sleep with Charles. But even if I had, it would have been my right. You’re the one who suggested this stupid hall pass in the first place!”

Carlos laughs bitterly. “Oh, so this is my fault now? I suggest a little harmless fantasy to spice things up, and you use it as an excuse to cheat on me?”

“It wasn’t harmless!” You shout back. “It was hurtful and disrespectful. Did you ever stop to think how it would make me feel, knowing you wanted permission to sleep with other women?”

Carlos runs his hands through his hair, frustration evident in every line of his body. “It wasn’t about that! It was just a game, a fantasy!”

You shake your head, feeling a wave of sadness wash over you. “That’s the problem. Our relationship isn’t a game. It’s not something to be risked on a whim. And the fact that you don’t understand that ... it just proves we’re not right for each other anymore.”

Carlos’ anger seems to deflate, replaced by a desperate pleading. “Y/N, please. We can work this out. I’m sorry about the hall pass thing, okay? I was an idiot. But don’t throw away everything we have over one stupid mistake.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you blink them back. “It’s not just about the hall pass. It’s about everything. The way you take me for granted, the way you never really listen to me. I deserve better than that. I deserve someone who respects me, who values me.”

Carlos’ gaze flicks to Charles, understanding dawning in his eyes. “And you think he’s that someone? My teammate? My friend?”

Charles steps forward, his voice soft but firm. “I’m sorry it happened this way. I never wanted to hurt you. But Y/N is right — she deserves better. And I want to be the one to give her that.”

For a moment, you think Carlos might lunge at Charles. But then, to your surprise, he crumples, sinking onto the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“How long?” He asks, his voice muffled.

You move closer, but stop short of touching him. “How long what?”

He looks up, his eyes red-rimmed. “How long have you two been ... feeling this way about each other?”

You exchange a glance with Charles before answering. “Honestly? I didn’t realize how I felt about Charles until last night. When he was there for me, really listening and supporting me ... it made me see what I’ve been missing.”

Carlos nods slowly, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “And you, Charles? How long have you been in love with my girlfriend?”

Charles takes a deep breath, meeting Carlos’ gaze steadily. “A while. But Carlos, I swear to you, nothing ever happened between us until last night. And even then, we didn’t sleep together. I respect you too much for that.”

Carlos laughs humorlessly. “Respect me? You’re stealing my girlfriend and you talk about respect?”

You feel a flare of irritation at his words. “He’s not stealing me. I’m not a possession. I’m making my own choice.”

Carlos stands abruptly, moving to the window and staring out at the city below. For a long moment, silence reigns in the room. When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, defeated.

“Get out. Both of you. I can’t ... I can’t look at either of you right now.”

You take a step towards him, your heart aching despite everything. “Carlos ...”

He whirls around, his eyes flashing. “I said get out! Take your things and go. I’ll have the rest sent to you.”

You nod slowly, knowing that pushing further will only make things worse. As you move around the room, gathering your essential belongings, you feel a profound sadness settling over you. This is the end of a significant chapter in your life, and despite your certainty that it’s the right decision, it still hurts.

Charles waits by the door, a silent, supportive presence. When you’ve finished packing a small bag, you join him, pausing at the threshold to look back at Carlos one last time.

“I’m sorry it ended this way,” you say softly. “I hope ... I hope someday you can forgive us.”

Carlos doesn’t respond, doesn’t even turn to look at you. With a heavy sigh, you step into the hallway, Charles close behind you.

As the door clicks shut, you lean against the wall, suddenly feeling drained. Charles wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“Are you okay?” He asks gently.

You nod against his chest, taking comfort in his warmth. “I will be. It’s just ... it’s a lot.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I know. But you’re not alone. We’ll get through this together.”

You look up at him, managing a small smile despite the turmoil of emotions swirling inside you. “Together. I like the sound of that.”

***

The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the curtains of Charles’ hotel suite, casting a golden light across the room. You sit on the plush sofa, your legs tucked beneath you, a glass of Prosecco cradled in your hands. Across from you, Charles leans against the minibar, his own glass in hand, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watches you.

“What?” You ask, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks under his intense gaze.

Charles shakes his head, his smile widening. “Nothing. I just ... I can’t believe you’re really here. With me.”

You take a sip of your Prosecco, savoring the crisp, bubbly taste. “I’m having a hard time believing it myself. But I’m glad I am.”

Charles moves to join you on the sofa, settling in close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. “How are you feeling? After everything that happened with Carlos ...”

You sigh, leaning back against the cushions. “Honestly? I feel ... lighter. Like a weight I didn’t even know I was carrying has been lifted.”

Charles nods, his expression thoughtful. “I’m glad. But I want you to know that I don’t expect anything from you. If you need time, space ...”

You cut him off by placing your hand gently on his arm. “I appreciate that. But I’ve had years of space with Carlos. What I want now is to be here, with you.”

His eyes light up at your words, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. As he pulls back, you can’t help but smile at the joy radiating from him.

“You know,” you say, taking another sip of your Prosecco, “I have to admit, I was surprised when you ordered this.”

Charles raises an eyebrow. “The Prosecco? Why?”

You shrug, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “Carlos always insisted on ordering Spanish cava. He said it was better. I never had the heart to tell him I preferred Prosecco.”

Charles looks at you incredulously. “You’re kidding. He never noticed?”

You shake your head. “Nope. I mean, I drank it, of course. But ... I don’t know. It just never seemed important enough to make a fuss over.”

Charles sets his glass down on the coffee table, turning to face you fully. “Y/N, listen to me. Your preferences, your likes and dislikes — they’re important. They matter. You matter.”

You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his voice. “Thank you. That ... that means a lot.”

He reaches out, gently wiping away a tear that has escaped. “It’s the truth. And for the record, I’ve known you preferred Prosecco since that team dinner in Monza two years ago.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You remember that?”

Charles nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Of course. You lit up when they brought out the Prosecco. Your whole face changed. I’ve never seen someone so happy over a glass of bubbly.”

You laugh, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that has nothing to do with the alcohol. “I can’t believe you noticed that.”

“I notice everything about you,” Charles says softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I always have.”

You lean into his touch, your heart racing. “Like what?”

Charles’ thumb traces gentle circles on your skin as he speaks. “Like how you always twist your hair around your finger when you’re deep in thought. Or how you bite your lip to hide your smile when you’re trying not to laugh at one of the guys’ bad jokes.”

You feel a blush creeping up your neck, touched by his attention to detail. “What else?”

He grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, I know you have a secret stash of gummy bears in your purse for long flights. And that you always hum Dancing Queen under your breath when you’re in a good mood.”

You gasp in mock horror. “Charles Leclerc, have you been spying on me?”

He laughs, the sound rich and warm. “Not spying. Just ... paying attention. Is that okay?”

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat at the tenderness in his gaze. “It’s more than okay. It’s ... it’s wonderful.”

Charles leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re wonderful. And you deserve someone who sees that, who appreciates every little thing about you.”

You close the distance between you, capturing his lips in a soft, sweet kiss. When you pull back, you’re both a little breathless.

“Charles,” you murmur, “I think I’m falling for you.”

His face lights up with joy. “That’s good, because I’ve already fallen for you.”

You laugh, feeling lighter than you have in years. “Oh really? When did that happen?”

Charles pretends to think for a moment. “Hmm, probably around the time you yelled at that journalist for asking me stupid questions after my DNF in Canada.”

You groan, hiding your face in your hands. “Oh god, I forgot about that. I was so embarrassed afterwards.”

He gently pries your hands away, his eyes shining with admiration. “Don’t be. It was amazing. No one’s ever defended me like that before.”

You shrug, feeling a bit sheepish. “He was being an ass. You didn’t deserve that after the race you had.”

Charles pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “See? That’s what I mean. You care. Deeply and fiercely. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

You snuggle into his side, reveling in the warmth and safety of his embrace. “You know, it’s funny. I always thought I was happy with Carlos. But being here with you ... it’s making me realize how much I was missing.”

Charles presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Like what?”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Well, for one thing, this. Just sitting and talking, really talking. With Carlos, it always felt like we were just going through the motions, you know? Like we were playing the roles of the perfect couple without really connecting.”

Charles nods, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your arm. “I get that. It’s easy to fall into patterns, to stop really seeing each other.”

“Exactly,” you agree. “And it’s not just the big things. It’s the little stuff too. Like ...” You pause, a memory suddenly surfacing. “Oh! Like the flowers.”

Charles raises an eyebrow. “Flowers?”

You sit up, turning to face him. “Yeah. Carlos always sent me these huge bouquets of red roses. Which, don’t get me wrong, were beautiful. But ...”

“But they’re not your favorite,” Charles finishes for you.

You blink in surprise. “How did you know that?”

He grins, looking a bit bashful. “Remember that charity gala in Milan last year? You spent at least ten minutes gushing over the centerpieces.”

You gasp, the memory flooding back. “The peonies! Oh my god, Charles, how do you remember these things?”

He shrugs, his eyes soft as he looks at you. “Like I said, I pay attention. Especially when it comes to you.”

You feel your heart swell with affection. “Well, Mr. Attentive, what else have you noticed about me?”

Charles pretends to think hard, tapping his chin dramatically. “Let’s see ... I know you prefer your coffee with just a splash of milk, no sugar. You always double-knot your shoelaces before a run. Oh, and you have a secret obsession with cheesy 80s power ballads.”

You laugh, playfully swatting his arm. “Okay, now I know you’re making things up. There’s no way you could know about my power ballad addiction.”

He raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh really? So if I were to start singing Total Eclipse of the Heart, you wouldn’t immediately join in?”

Your jaw drops. “How ... how did you ...”

Charles grins triumphantly. “Team karaoke night in Singapore. You thought everyone was too drunk to remember, but I wasn’t as far gone as I let on.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “Oh god, I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

He gently pries your hands away, his expression soft and sincere. “Hey, no hiding. I loved it. You were so free, so happy. It was beautiful to watch.”

You feel tears prickling at your eyes again, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings. “Charles ...”

He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that have escaped. “Y/N, I want you to know that I see you. All of you. The good, the bad, the silly, the serious. And I love every part of it.”

You lean into his touch, your heart racing. “I’m starting to see you too, Charles. And I ... I think I might be falling in love with what I see.”

His face lights up with joy, and he pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. When you finally break apart, you’re both breathless and grinning.

“So,” Charles says, his voice low and husky, “what do you say we order some room service? I’m thinking ... chocolate lava cake for dessert?”

You gasp in delight. “How did you know that’s my favorite?”

He winks, reaching for the room service menu. “I told you, mon cœur. I pay attention.”

As Charles calls down to place the order, you lean back against the sofa, a contented smile playing on your lips. You can’t help but marvel at how different this feels from your relationship with Carlos. With Charles, you feel seen, heard, understood in a way you never have before.

When he hangs up the phone and rejoins you on the sofa, you curl into his side, feeling perfectly at home in his arms. As the night deepens around you, filled with laughter, deep conversations, and stolen kisses, you know that this is just the beginning of something beautiful. With Charles, you’re not just being loved — you’re being cherished, appreciated for every little thing that makes you who you are.

And as you drift off to sleep in his arms later that night, the taste of chocolate and Prosecco still lingering on your lips, you can’t help but feel that you’ve finally found where you truly belong.

***

Carlos stands at the edge of the pit lane, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. You and Charles are huddled together by the Ferrari garage, laughing and talking animatedly. The sight sends a sharp pang through Carlos’ chest, a mixture of anger, jealousy, and regret swirling in his gut.

He watches as Charles leans in, whispering something in your ear that makes you throw your head back in laughter. Carlos grits his teeth, remembering a time when he was the one to make you laugh like that.

“They look happy, don’t they?” A voice says beside him.

Carlos turns to see Lando standing there, a sympathetic look on his face. “What do you want?” Carlos growls, not in the mood for conversation.

Lando holds up his hands in a placating gesture. “Just checking on you, mate. I know this can’t be easy to watch.”

Carlos scoffs, turning his attention back to you and Charles. “I’m fine. It’s not like I care what she does anymore.”

Even as he says the words, Carlos knows they’re a lie. He does care. He cares so much it feels like he’s being torn apart from the inside.

He watches as Charles pulls out a small package from his pocket, handing it to you with a flourish. Your eyes light up as you unwrap it, revealing what looks like a bag of candy.

“What’s that about?” Carlos mutters, more to himself than to Lando.

Lando squints, trying to get a better look. “Looks like ... gummy bears? Huh, I didn’t know Y/N liked those.”

Carlos feels like he’s been punched in the gut. “She doesn’t,” he says automatically. But even as the words leave his mouth, he sees the way you’re beaming at Charles, popping a gummy bear into your mouth with evident delight.

“You sure about that?” Lando asks, raising an eyebrow.

Carlos doesn’t respond, his mind racing. How had he never known you liked gummy bears? Had you ever mentioned it? Had he ever bothered to ask?

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound of your laughter again. Charles is holding out his phone, showing you something on the screen. As you lean in to look, Charles’ arm slips around your waist, pulling you close.

Carlos feels his hands clench into fists at his sides. He wants to look away, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes from the scene.

“You know,” Lando says carefully, “maybe you should talk to them. Clear the air.”

Carlos shakes his head vehemently. “There’s nothing to talk about. She made her choice.”

Lando sighs. “Look, mate, I know you’re hurting. But-”

“But nothing,” Carlos snaps. “Just drop it.”

Lando holds up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m here if you need to talk, though.”

As Lando walks away, Carlos continues to watch you and Charles. He sees the way Charles’ hand rests on the small of your back, the way you lean into him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Suddenly, Charles looks up, his eyes meeting Carlos’ across the paddock. For a moment, they just stare at each other, an unspoken tension crackling between them. Then, to Carlos’ surprise, Charles says something to you and starts making his way over.

Carlos straightens, steeling himself for the confrontation. As Charles approaches, he can see you watching anxiously from a distance.

“Carlos,” Charles says, his voice cautious. “Can we talk?”

Carlos crosses his arms, his jaw clenched. “What’s there to talk about?”

Charles sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I know this situation is ... complicated. But I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you.”

Carlos laughs bitterly. “Hurt me? You stole my girlfriend. How did you think that was going to make me feel?”

Charles shakes his head. “I didn’t steal anyone. Y/N made her own choice.”

“Right,” Carlos spits. “And I’m sure you had nothing to do with that.”

Charles takes a deep breath, clearly trying to keep his composure. “I won’t deny that I had feelings for Y/N for a long time. But I never acted on them while you were together. Never.”

Carlos scoffs. “Oh, how noble of you.”

“Carlos, please,” Charles says, his voice softening. “I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be. But can’t you see how happy she is?”

Carlos’ eyes flick back to you, standing by the garage and watching them anxiously. He hates to admit it, but you do look happy. Happier than he can remember seeing you in a long time.

“She was happy with me,” Carlos insists, but the words sound hollow even to his own ears.

Charles gives him a sad smile. “Was she? Really? Because from what she’s told me, there were a lot of things you never noticed about her.”

Carlos feels a flare of anger. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Charles says carefully, “that sometimes we take the people we love for granted. We stop seeing them, really seeing them.”

Carlos wants to argue, to defend himself, but he finds the words sticking in his throat. Because deep down, he knows Charles is right.

“Did you know,” Charles continues, his voice gentle, “that her favorite flowers are pink peonies? Not red roses?”

Carlos blinks, caught off guard. “What?”

Charles nods. “Or that she prefers Prosecco to cava? Or that she has a secret addiction to 80s power ballads?”

With each revelation, Carlos feels like he’s being hit with a fresh wave of regret. How had he missed all of these things? How had he failed to notice what made you, you?

“I ...” Carlos starts, then stops, unsure of what to say.

Charles puts a hand on his shoulder, the gesture surprisingly kind given the circumstances. “I’m not telling you this to hurt you. I’m telling you because I want you to understand. Y/N deserves to be with someone who sees her, who appreciates every little thing about her.”

Carlos nods slowly, the fight draining out of him. “And that someone is you?”

Charles smiles softly. “I hope so. I’m certainly trying to be.”

They stand in silence for a moment, both looking over at you. You’re still watching them anxiously, clearly worried about what they might be saying to each other.

Finally, Carlos speaks, his voice rough with emotion. “Just ... just promise me you’ll treat her right. Better than I did.”

Charles nods solemnly. “I promise. With everything I have.”

As Charles turns to walk back to you, Carlos calls out, “Charles?”

Charles pauses, looking back over his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Carlos says quietly. “For loving her the way she deserves.”

Charles gives him a small, understanding smile before continuing on his way. Carlos watches as he returns to you, sees the way your face lights up as Charles pulls you into a comforting embrace.

As he turns to walk away, Carlos feels a mix of emotions swirling inside him. There’s still pain, still regret, but there’s also a glimmer of something else. Something that feels a lot like acceptance.

He realizes now that he had taken you for granted, had failed to see the beautiful, complex person you truly were. And while it hurts to admit it, he knows that Charles sees all of that and more.

As he makes his way back to his own garage, Carlos makes a silent promise to himself. To pay more attention, to really see the people in his life. Because he never wants to make the same mistake again, never wants to lose someone else because he failed to appreciate them.

And as he glances back one last time, seeing you and Charles walking hand-in-hand, laughing and lost in your own world, Carlos feels a weight lift from his shoulders.

It’s not easy, and it still hurts, but he knows now that this is how it should be. You deserve to be with someone who knows you, truly knows you, inside and out.

And as much as it pains him to admit it, that someone isn’t him. It’s Charles.

With a deep breath, Carlos turns away, ready to face whatever comes next. He’s lost you, but in doing so, he’s gained a valuable lesson. One he won’t soon forget.

[mapis-putellas]

Show off

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Reader

Words: 1400

Warnings: none

Summary: Alexia challenges you to a pull-up competition.

Notes: this was fun to write. Enjoy <3

[Prompt list]

"Amor, come on!" Alexia complains as she loops her arms around your waist and rests her chin against your shoulder, peppering your face with soft kisses.

You roll your eyes exasperatedly. "Ale, I've already said no. You only want to do it to prove how much stronger you are than me." You pat her hands placatingly as you step out of her arms to continue with folding the laundry.

"What? No. That is not the truth," she exclaims in mock offence as she clutches at her chest. "You have been practicing, yes? At the gym with mapi?"

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you turn to face her. "Yes, I have. But it's been a week. How much progress do you think I would have been able to make in seven days, ale?"

Alexia shrugs as she easily lifts herself onto the counter, "I do not know. A lot?" She kicks her legs absently, ignoring the way you glare at her when her feet -clad in shoes might you add, hit the white cupboards below.

You sigh in relinquishment. "For you, maybe, but I'm very much a beginner. You, my love, are not."

"Sí, I know. But por favor, amor? For me?"

Alexia wasn't one to beg. In your three and a half year relationship, you think you’d only heard her do so a handful of times and the majority of those were in the bedroom. Otherwise, she could be very convincing when coaxing you into doing what she wants, so there was ultimately never any need for her to beg.

"Ale..." You trail off.

Alexia slides off of the counter, her feet landing on the floor with a soft thud. She makes her way over to you, large hands rising to cup your cheeks before leaning down and pressing her lips oh so tenderly against your own. You sigh on resignation as your own hands rise to rest on either side of her waist, fully aware that she had once again gotten her way.

A few moments later you pull away, eyes rolling when you were immediately met with a smirk.

"Okay. We can do a pull-up contest. But I have one condition." You warn.

Alexia nods seriously. "Sí, mi amor. Anything."

"Any teasing, smack talk or bragging, you're on the couch tonight. Understand?"

"Smack talk?" She tilts her head to the side.

You cup her face, tracing the pads of your thumbs beneath her eyes. "It's the act of criticizing another person. Which you will not do to me when you win."

Alexia immediately shakes her head as she takes your hands and places a gentle kiss to the insides of your wrist. "I will not bebé. Promise."

Prior experience has you want wanting to believe her, but figuring you would be nice and give her the benefit of the doubt, you let out a quiet sigh before begrudgingly nodding your head.

You can't help but laugh at the way her face lights up as she all but yanks you into her arms, your feet now dangling in the air as your hands clutch to the back of her shirt.

God, you were such a sucker.

"Okay, okay. When?" You breath, wiggling out of her arms before turning and placing the folded clothes into the laundry basket to be put away later. Or, well, whenever you get around to it if you were being completely honest with yourself. Probably sometime next week.

Your hand was immediately grabbed the second it was unoccupied, and you allow her to pull you out of the kitchen and towards her small home gym. There was a pull-up bar fixed to the doorframe, yoga mats and dumbbells in corner of the room along with many other pieces of equipment you’d yet to learn the names of.

"I will go first, amor," she pulls off her shirt leaving her in a black sports bra and red shorts. "You count, yes?"

Your eyes whip up from where they'd fallen down to her six pack, and you nod silently, watching as she smirks before raising her arms and grabbing onto the pull-up bar with ease. She was going before you could blink, arm muscles becoming more prominent as she lifts herself up and down like it was nothing.

Your eyes somehow seem to drift down to her six pack again on their own accord, and you decide it would probably be best to ignore her laugh so her ego didn't get any bigger than it already was.

She was back on the floor before you could even notice she was done, slightly out of breath as she rubs her hands together and makes her way over to you. Your eyes slowly climb up her body until they were staring into her own.

"Amor, did you count?" She reaches up and closes your mouth, and you flush heavily as you push her hand away and cross your arms against your chest. “You did not, did you?”

"Yes, I did." You feign your assertiveness a lot more confidently than you felt, and Alexia rolls her eyes knowingly as she nods her head in begrudging acceptance.

"How many?"

"Huh?”

“Pull-ups, bebé. How many?”

“Uhh…”

"Let's say, twenty, yes?" She grins, and you sigh dejectedly before nodding.

"Sure. Twenty." There was no way in hell you were going to be able to beat that. Seemingly having more confidence in you than you did in yourself, Alexia coaxes you over to the bar with a gentle hand on the small of your back.

"Ready?" She braces a hand on either side of your waist, and you take a deep breath before nodding and reaching up your arms. She lifts you with ease, making sure you had a good hold before rounding your body and standing a little in front of you.

Ignoring the fact your hands were beginning to burn already, you use all your strength and pull your chin up and over the bar with a quiet grunt.

"Sí. Muy bien bebé." Alexia praises, and you smile slightly as you once again pull yourself up and over the bar. You mange to repeat this three more times before your arms start to burn. Feeling a little pathetic at only being able to complete five pull-ups in comparison to Alexia’s

twenty, you grit your teeth and somehow manage to pull yourself up two before times before sending Alexia a look that says get me down.

Alexia steps forward and loops her dams beneath your behind immediately, and you let out a sigh of relief as you let go of the bar and rub your sore hands together.

Supporting your body with ease, Alexia looks up at you with a proud smile on her face. You can't help but mimic it as you circle your arms around her shoulders.

"Buena chica," she praises, leaning forward and kissing your chest. You flush just slightly. "I did not think you could do that many."

"It was only seven." You shrug.

"No no." Alexia shakes her head as she bounces you up slightly to get a better grip, your legs now hooked around her bare waist. "How many could you do before?"

"One, I think?" you struggle to recall the specific number due to Mapi yelling at you. Carry on chica. You got this! Use those chicken arms! You’d been quite offended honestly.

“Maybe two?" You doubt yourself.

"Exactamente! And you did seven today. That is five more, no? You are getting strong." She grasps your bicep between her hand and gives it a squeeze, making you laugh quietly as your own hands tangle through the baby hairs at the nape of her neck.

"Soon I'll be stronger than you." You muse, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

"No, amor," Alexia states seriously, and you tilt your head to the side. "No one is as strong as me."

"Oh, is that so?" You laugh, and Alexia grins smugly as she makes her way back over to the pull-up bar. You stare at her in confusion, aware she was up to something but not knowing what.

"Hold on tight." Is all she says in place of an explanation, and you can't help but yelp when she lets you go and reaches for the bar above you both.

Complying and wrapping your body completely around her own as tight as you physically could, you stare gobsmacked as she begins doing pulls-up with the same ease as before.

"Show off." You grumble, Alexia's laugh echoing around the room.

**

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[mayearies]

… ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

.. ❛ nailed it ❜

genre: suggestive | warnings: implied making out, suggestive speech ->summary: miles gives you a prize

꒰ঌ a/n ໒꒱ needed to spice up shi a little bit since i havent in a while lmao i didnt feel like adding pictures to this one (ty @/q2ie for letting me steal ur format 😊 i might not keep it tho LMAO)

miles and you were doin' your nightly routine—facetiming each other for 3 hours before you actually went to sleep. you two would talk about anything and everything. drama at school, shit at work, etc. but you wanna see him in person. you would drop that in the convo for a while.

"then this bitch down the street was lookin' at me sideways n' shit, i swear to god-" "i wanna come see youuuu"

he broke, bursting out in full on laugher and rolling around in his bed out the frame. all your other attempts landed in him letting out a breathy laugh or a small chuckle.

"okay but no seriously! you haven't came over in foreverrrr" "we saw each other last week, mi vida?" "that's too long! what can i do to make you come over?"

it didn't take him long to think about a possible challenge. the smirk on his face told you all you needed to know. "you can try that one filter goin' around."

"which one? the hammer one?" "yeah." "hmm. you make it seem like it's that big of a challenge." "knowing your timing skills, yes. yes it will be a challenge for you." "what's in it for me?"

miles held his face in his palm while he looked to the side, making a humming noise. "i'll come over and kiss you."

"make out, you mean?" "i mean... it depends if you pass or nah."

you sucked on your teeth as you moved over to tiktok and got ready to win the little prize he had for you. you didn't even tell him that you started. you just went at it. he saw your focused ass self through your camera and he was snickerin a whole lot. "yo, shut up or i swear to god."

miles sat up and took a deep breath before saying in a mocking tone: "yo, shut up or i swear to g-"

"STOP"

once the timer hit zero, you had landed around 14. still bein' salty about not being able to get at least two because of his sabotagin' ass. you mumbled a curse under your breath which he knows for certain was for him. "awww.. you mad, ma? estás molesto conmigo?

"shut up." "you're too cute, i can't." "you didn't even tell me how many i had to get!" "... 15."

you stared at him with unamused which only made him feel amused. you swear, this boy plays too much. but that's one of the reasons you love him. the other reasons? well... that's another story.

"i'm jokin', ma. unlock your window."

once you heard your window slide up, you stopped shaking your leg. you had been waiting a whole 10 minutes. far too long. he came in his prowler pajamas, which was cute and it matched your spiderman one. "took you long enough."

miles held your chin with a playful smirk on his face. tilting it upward a little so he could plant a little kiss on your neck. "y'know. i wonder if you taste as salty as you talk, ma."

"just kiss me already."

and so he did. rather passionate, you would say. he knew everything you liked when he kissed you. what you didn't like, and what you loved. what made your face warm. what made your heart flutter. all of it. it's one of the other reasons you love him.

"i know just how to make your knees weak, amor." "sad but true." "what is that supposed to mean?" "you always make me fold. it hurts my back."

he let out a small giggle while cuddling up under the covers with you. he was proud to be able to tease you so much. even if you might get sick of him. "i love you so much."

"wish i could say the same." "damn. you still got that salty ass mouth after all that? thought i carried all my sweetness over to you. you want me to do it again?"

©hiimayee

[theresattrpgforthat]

Do you know any games that are sort of like reality TV shows? Any type of show will do - whether Survivor or The Bachelorette or MasterChef or Real Housewives or This Old House or Fear Factor, I want to know what's out there!

THEME: Reality TV.

Hello friend! I had a lot of fun reading these games. I hope you do too!

Amorous Island, by tucksravin.

Welcome to Amorous Island, where your auras shine bright and your loves loom large.

This is a couples therapy, crystillian reattunement, auric cleansing, and tantric wellness retreat. Your Parent somehow missed that first part about the couples, and brought you here as an early birthday gift. A three month early birthday gift (they never remember the date) but that was fine.

You were enjoying the water and the Sun. And while this crystal crap isn’t up your alley, the Guru isn’t so hard on the eyes and is definitely into you. So, up until now, that too has been fine.

What’s not fine is that your one deepest love, your greatest regret, your Ex has just shown up.

With a new Lover.

Each player will choose one character from the cast - will you be the Protagonist, who wants to fix everything? The Lover, who’s an absolute cinnamon roll but blurts out everything? Or the Guru, who depends wholly on their totally perfect sense of auras to read everyone?

Amorous Island is the perfect set up for a romantic reality tv-show gone wrong. It’s not necessarily a reality tv-show, but you don’t need to do much at all to make it one - as characters all here on a retreat for couples, with pre-established connections to one-another and plenty of reasons to want to stir the pot, you have a bubbling dish of drama just waiting to be served. 

Imaginary Friend Fight, by Logan Jenkins.

Welcome to Imaginary Friend Fight, the no-holds-barred gameshow where we pull impossible people from imaginations throughout the multiverse and pit them against each other in a desperate fight for existence.

The most popular program in the multiverse is The Event. Entities are ripped from their reality to compete in strange challenges. The winner receives an Existence Package allowing them to permanently exist in the Alpha-verse (a coveted existence nexus). The losers are erased from existence entirely; their loved ones will no longer remember them. The Event is being held in a giant stadium filled with beings from throughout the multiverse.

Imaginary Friend Fight is a one-page, rules-light game for 3 or more players. One player is The Host, the entity in charge of The Event. The other players choose any character in media (or maybe your own TTRPG characters from other games!) The Host will choose 3-5 challenges for their Contestants to compete in. These challenges might be things like "bake the most delicious cake" or "get the crowd to cheer the loudest for you." Each Contestant is given points based on how well they performed in the challenge. At the end of The Event, the Contestant with the most points wins!

This is a great game to incorporate characters from different games into one setting for a goofy game, or even as a side-story for your characters in whatever game you’re currently running. What your characters do could be simple or silly; the author references the game show Taskmaster as inspiration. If you want a game where none of your players need to take anything seriously, and the GM wants a place to put whatever ridiculous competition they’ve had stewing in their heads for weeks now to the table, this is exactly the game for you.

Fabulous Folkish Baking Programme, by The Space Jamber.

Get ready, get steady, bake! In this game, join your friends in creating your own episode of everyone's favorite comfortable, bingeable reality television show. Will you rise like your expertly-made dough or collapse like a sad souffle?

The Fabulous Folkish Baking Programme centres on a group of people in the pursuit of baking glory and perfectly flaky bottoms. This rules-light, role-playing focused game is ideal for either folks who are getting gently folded into the world of tabletop role-playing games for the first time, or veteran gamers who just need an easy gaming break before their chocolate splits for good. The only crunch this game should inspire is the crunch of a(n imaginary) well-baked baguette as a bread knife slices into it. Delicious.

This game carries different phases of game play as well as character interviews to allow the different contestants to air their grievances, talk about what they’re making, and express their reactions to criticism or praise. Interviews can also have an effect on your player’s performance - if you do well during the Interview stage, you may get to adjust a future roll in your favour. 

If you want a game that leaves your mouth watering every time you play it, try out The Fabulous Folkish Baking Programme.

Cryptid TV, by yanahn.

A plague of Reality TV stars has descended upon the sleepy town of Mountain Lake ready to hunt down (and capture on camera) anything that looks even remotely like a cryptid - your crew is among them to cause drama, fake hoaxes, and enact sabotage beyond all reckoning.

The catch? You have only a passing familiarity with eldritch world of Showbiz, also you are all SPOOKY CRYPTIDS.

Will you succeed in your chaotic endeavours or will you be lured into a life chasing the fleeting mirage of fame? - Play on to find out!

Cryptid TV is a 3-5 player TTRPG where you play cryptids out to sabotage the dark designs of Reality TV. It is a hack of Honey Heist by Grant Howitt inspired by childhood memories of TV shows about river monsters and cryptids.

This is less about what you see on the screen, and more about what’s behind the scenes. Your players are all trying to sabotage a reality tv show without being caught or selling out to Hollywood. It’s short, it’s easy, and it’s a complete blast.

Not Here To Make Friends, by dannymakesrpgs.

It’s all come down to this. You’ve all endured weeks of stress in a strange environment. Cameras have been in your face constantly, and producers have kept asking you to explain your thoughts and feelings. You have been judged constantly, but you have been found worthy. The end is in sight, and the prize is almost yours. There are other people who have gone through all of this with you, and you are all after the same thing. But you’re not here to make friends. You’re here to win.

Not Here to Make Friends is a tabletop roleplaying game to let you play out an episode of a reality competition television show. Cooking competitions, dating shows, performance contests! Whatever wringer you want to put people through, this game can do it.

This is a game in which you get a say in what exactly your tv show is about. It could be anything from drag to survival, in any setting. Are you bounty hunters in the galactic frontier, racing to find elusive bounties? Are you elves looking for love? It’s up to you.

The game does require a bit o design from the players. You will need to come up with 3-5 traits contestants will need in order to compete, preferably ordered into an acronym. (The acronym is more important than the accuracy.) You’ll also choose from a list of contestant tropes - are they all about drama? Always laid back? A huge fan of the show?

This game also includes staples of reality TV, such as the Talking Head segment, where they explain their feelings and motives to a camera, as well as Jury, where producers will secretly vote for a contestant to win. If you like caricature characters, picking up multiple roles, and the petty over-competitive atmosphere of reality tv, this is a game to check out.

Big Chef Energy, by joshisloud.

Big Chef Energy turns a reality tv style food cooking competition into a ttrpg! This is a cooperative team role playing game. Choose your recipe, collect your ingredients and work with your fellow chefs to cook up the best meal ever for the Judge! The rules are quick and light for easy pick up and play sessions. Each session is fast and exciting with the optional tension of a time limit for each round.

If you like games like Iron Chef, Master Chef, or Chopped, this is the game for you. Each session is a cooking episode, with its own theme and constraints. Players will move through different sections of the competition, rolling to see how they fare, dealing with consequences such as injury, incorrect equipment, or cross contamination. At the end of the Presentation state, the Judge (or GM) will ask questions of the contestants, editing their score based on how their efforts meet the criteria. The session ends when the Judge declares a winner. 

If you like a game with competition and if you like Caltrop Core, the system this game is designed on, I suggest checking out Big Chef Energy. 

lifeLESS, by Level Drain Games.

In the footsteps of the (in)famous cable reality shows and streaming amateurs who have come before, your team of Investigators explore haunted locations in search of the supernatural and unexplained in the hopes of becoming internet sensations! It should be easy, right? A few ghost boxes, a rosary, a Ouija board and some nightvision cameras should make for some great viewing, right? And who knows? Maybe you'll actually capture some photos that could conceivably be argued as evidence of ghosts.

Of course, the ghosts might have something to say about that...

Using the Breathless game system from Fari RPGs,  lifeLESS attempts to emulate all of our favorite ghost-hunting TV programs and popular indie video games like Phasmophobia and Conrad Stevenson's Paranormal P.I.

This is less a game about reality tv and more about a reality tv show gone wrong. You are wannabe tv show hosts, venturing into a haunted location with the hopes of making it big. Unfortunately, you’ve chosen a location that is very much haunted. Your characters will be uncovering clues and dealing with Stress, attempting to make it back to Base Camp in order to recover and resupply in between each venture. There isn’t really a mechanic involved to replicate the tv-show aspect of it, but there is a Celeb character class that can really let you ham it up for the cameras if you so desire.

Ready. Set. Bake, by Sunken Rust.

When you run out of wholesome baking shows to marathon, play as your favourite baker personality in this GBBO-inspired mini-RPG.

With themed recipe challenges, secret ballot voting, and guided mad-lib recipe generation, whip up wild and wacky bakes just like the baking competitions.

Using an original RPG system, Ready Set Bake is ideal for roping in family members and friends who aren't familiar with RPGs but love baking and cooking shows.

This game is directly inspired by the Great British Bake-off. Characters have three skills: Preparation, Bake, and Presentation, which they will rank from -1 to +1. Since this is a Caltrop Core game, they will roll d4s to determine how successful (or unsuccessful) their attempts are.

For the Game Master, or Host, there’s a table to determine the theme of the episode, an outline of how to play out a recipe, and a tracking aid to help you keep track of how each contestant is doing. Character creation is simple and to the point, and the game so clearly knows what it is that it shouldn’t be difficult to teach new players. If you have a group of Bake-off fans, or you like describing delicious desserts, check out Ready. Set. Bake.!

[redheadspark]

hey could i request #31 with jack russell? would love to see what you write 🫶

A/N - This is beyond perfect for Jack! Thanks for requesting, my friend!

Equal

Summary - Jack never thought he would have a partner in his monster hunting, let alone in his personal life.

Warnings - This is just cute fluff for Jack!

Jack fell back and slammed the back of his head on the ground, the monster not too far away roaring in victory thinking it got the best of Jack. Although winded and slightly dizzy, Jack took in a long breath and got back on his feet again. Reaching for a dagger that was in his lower back pocket, he had it out at the ready as the monster was now rearing up to attack him again. Of course, Jack was ready to take some of the blow, merely because this monster was a bit stronger and had more girth and muscle in the arms and legs.

But it was shot in the back, grunting and falling it knees. Jack looked to see you, his wife and monster hunter partner of the last 5 years, wielding a shotgun in your hand and aiming at the monster's back.

"Jack, you seriously need to upgrade some blades," You said in a hum as you placed your shotgun down and gave your husband a knowing gaze, "They're very old school,"

"Who says old school is bad?" Jack asked in a challenging tone as he gripped the handles off his blades, "I refer a blade over a gun anyways, you know that. Guns are more violent,"

"They may be violent but they get the job done quicker, my dear," You hummed in a reply. Before Jack could even rebuttal again, the monster got up and whirled around to face you, screaming at your face and towering over you. The monster had a good few feet on you, though you stood your ground and you were about to aim right between his eyes.

Yet he fell down dead before you could shoot, and two daggers were in his backside.

"What were you saying about daggers, my love?" Jack asked in a coy manner, though you just gave him a playful glare in return.

"Jack, I'll get you a shotgun for your birthday coming up,"

"I'm telling you, Amor, I'm perfectly fine with a blade or two in my arsenal. You've been trying to get me to use a shotgun for years!"

"And yet you have nearly died a handful of times because of those blades. At least have pity on me and get a pistol at least,"

"Gah, fine! Only for you, Amor,"

You grinned as he snuck in a kiss on your cheek while the kettle started to hiss. You took the heat off and then grabbed the two mugs while Jack got the tea bags ready, soft music was playing in the background on the radio as the cool spring night was upon you in your little apartment home.

It was such a unique situation for you and Jack, being married for several years and being partners in the monster-hunting business. But it worked, Jack wanted it to work very well since you loved each other far too much to let the other go. Compromises were made, negotiations had to be made, but in the end, it worked out for the best.

You were more prone to be the navigator and the tech-savvy hunter, whereas Jack was more prone to being in the field and elbow-deep in the actual hunting. Though you were fine going into the field when it needed to happen, you would prefer to be in the background.

However, when it comes to Jack, you would do anything for him to keep him alive.

"How about some Honey Lemond Ginger tonight?" Jakc asked you as he got the tea bags ready from the cupboard, "Early gray won't cut it after that ordeal dealing with our client,"

"He was a dick, asking for less than what we agreed," You hummed as Jack got the bags in the mugs and then poured the hot water over them both, "I think we need to blacklist him to the others in our network for a least a few months, let them all know what kind of client he is,"

"Let's not go that low," Jack advised you as he gave you your cup of tea, "And as I remember, we have a bit of a break between clients now. A few weeks off, what should we do then?"

"Hmm," You said to yourself, Jack wrapped an arm around your shoulder to lead you to the little couch in the living room. It didn't happen a lot, having some weeks off between clients and appointments. Although you and Jack were now becoming one of those hermit couples that would prefer to be in your apartment every night and not out and about like normal people, you still wanted to make time together. Some of those times you went camping, other times you would have a small getaway at an Airbnb.

"I heard the beach is very nice this time of year, out in California," You explained as you two were snuggling together on the couch, "You would look good with some sun on your skin, my love,"

"Are you calling me pale?" Jack asked in a mocked hurt tone, hearing you giggle as he poked your side, "I happen to like to keep my skin perfectly toned and an even color,"

"Sure," You joked, "Although the thought of you wearing a speedo is quite intriguing and so tempting,"

"Amor, I can wear something like that for you in the privacy of our own bedroom," Jack teased as you laughed, "But I do think the beach is a good idea. I like the idea of strolling along the shore with you, seeing the sun in your hair and in your eyes."

You blushed as he kissed your cheek, lacing your fingers together. Jack was still a kind-hearted man, even past the trauma he endured and faced, the lycanthropy that would be with him for the rest of his life, and the monster-hunting career that would take a toll on him every once in a while, there was still good in him and still love in him.

You two helped each other and leveled each other out in those rougher times, and it was just how you wanted it to be.

"Let's go to the beach then," You decided, Jack taking a long sip from his tea as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could picture it already, the cooling wind and the setting sun over the ocean waves and the inviting sand under your toes.

Jack could picture it too.

The End

[mrsbsmooth]

Scripts - S7 - Episode 12

hideawaaayyyyyy

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island! The Islanders are still making more waves than a wave machine on a cruise ship on the high seas! And now the ripples can be felt across the villa! And it seems like {0} isn’t quite done yet! Let’s see what she has to say!

{0}_FLIRTY: Hope I’m not interrupting anything important…

PLAYER_IDLE: Actually…

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s just that me and {1} have some <i>real</i> stuff we need to address.

{0}_HAPPY: Stuff from before you were here, you probably wouldn’t understand.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t be so sure about that.

{0}_HAPPY: So, can I pull you for a chat, {1}?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Erm, yeah sure. Just a quick one.

{0} leans into your ear.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t worry, yeah? I won’t be long.

{0}_IDLE: She probably just wants to clear the air.

{0}_IDLE: Will be good to put everything behind us.

{0}_IDLE: You don’t mind, do you?

It’s fine, take your time

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s ok.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You two take your time and clear the air.

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks for being so understanding. You can trust me, don’t worry.

I don’t trust her

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t know. I don’t trust her.

{0}_SAD: I’m sure she means no harm. Just a quick chat.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Just be careful, I think she’s trying to get you back.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, what she wants and what I want are two very different things. But I appreciate the heads up. I’ll be mindful.

{0} turns back to {1}.

{0}_IDLE: Come on then, let’s go.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll come find you later, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: See you later.

{0}_FLIRTY: Don’t worry I’ll get him back to you before bed time.

As they head off for their private chat, you spot Bonnie and Uma. They’ve been watching the whole thing and wave you over to the loungers. You take a seat with the girls on the loungers.

BONNIE_SERIOUS: Hey, {0}, you ok?

UMA_SERIOUS: What was all that about?

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, {0} wanted to chat to {1} about something important. Apparently I wouldn’t understand. It was about stuff from before Casa Amor.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh…

UMA_IDLE: Why does she have to make things so awkward?

BONNIE_IDLE: I know..

BONNIE_IDLE: I feel bad that you were the only one who ended up with an ex still here.

UMA_IDLE: Must make things tough.

UMA_SERIOUS: How are you feeling about all this {0} and {1} stuff?

I’m finding it pretty funny

PLAYER_HAPPY: To be honest I’m finding it all pretty laughable.

PLAYER_HAPPY: If she is trying to get a rise out of me it ain’t working.

PLAYER_HAPPY: She can try all she likes, she isn’t gonna turn his head.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I mean who could turn their head from you?

UMA_HAPPY: Exactly!

It’s getting on my nerves

PLAYER_SERIOUS: She is seriously winding me up. That girl needs to learn when to quit. {0} is with me now. She should just move on.

UMA_SERIOUS: I’m 100% with you.

BONNIE_SERIOUS: Yeah, she’s dreaming if she thinks she could turn someone’s head from you.

I’m really not bothered

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m really not that bothered.

PLAYER_HAPPY: {0} is his own person. He can do what he likes. And if {0} doesn’t wanna move on then that’s up to her.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But I’m just gonna do me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I’m glad you’re not letting it get to you. Who needs the stress?

BONNIE_HAPPY: Plus who could turn their head away from you?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, girls.

UMA_HAPPY: This will all pass anyway. Just need some time.

A text pings on your phone!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

The others rush over to hear the news, including {0} and {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re back I see…

{0}_FLIRTY: Told you I’d bring him back, didn’t I? Though I was tempted not to.

{0} shifts uncomfortably.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: What’s the text say, {1}?

LITEXT: Islanders, tonight the hideaway will be open. The winners of the Making Waves challenge will choose one lucky couple to stay in the hideaway tonight. {0}PrizeChoice {1}MakingWavesMakingOut

BONNIE_HAPPY: The hideaway!

UMA_HAPPY: Now we’re talking!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Finally! This is my time, I know it.

{0}_SERIOUS: Urgh, I hope it’s us that gets to go, Evan.

EVAN_SURPRISED: You do?

PLAYER_HAPPY: But we don’t even know who won the challenge yet?

UMA_HAPPY: Well whoever wins, just remember that I love them.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sneaky.

UMA_FLIRTY: Any one of us could be the winners.

{0}_HAPPY: Guess we all better figure out who we want to go in the hideaway then.

The girls all grab their partners.

UMA_HAPPY: Come on, boys, we’ve got some chatting to do.

All the couples rush off to discuss who will be going into the hideaway tonight…

&Daybeds: Evan, {0}

As you approach the daybeds you overhear Evan and {0} exchanging terse words.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m not having a go at you.

EVAN_SAD: I’m just saying it didn’t feel great… I just want to be open with you.

{0}_SERIOUS: And I’m saying it was just a challenge, it didn’t mean anything.

EVAN_IDLE: It just felt quite telling, that’s all I’m saying.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just having fun! What’s wrong with that?

EVAN_IDLE: Nothing at all.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I just think we should be honest about where our heads are at.

{0}_SERIOUS: Ugh, I honestly don’t know what you want from me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m done talking right now. I’ll see you later.

{0} storms off as you join a frustrated Evan on the daybeds.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hey, Evan.

EVAN_IDLE: Oh, hey, {0}. You been there the whole time?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Not the whole time…

PLAYER_IDLE: Was just coming over to say hi, but didn’t want to get in the middle of things. You ok?

EVAN_IDLE: Oh yeah fine, we were just talking about the challenge.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: But it doesn't seem like {0} is in the mood for talking.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Clearly not. But I’m here now, you can talk to me!

EVAN_HAPPY: Ah, I’m honoured. You’re probably exactly what I need right now.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I am?

EVAN_HAPPY: Well you’re always so easy to talk to. I feel I can be myself.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m not sure me and {0} have that.

EVAN_HAPPY: Do you feel that way with {0}?

I can be myself around him

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, I feel really comfortable around {0}. I could probably tell him anything.

EVAN_HAPPY: That must feel good. To have that trust.

Not so much

PLAYER_SAD: To be honest, not so much.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure we’re fully comfortable with each other.

EVAN_SAD: I know the feeling.

Too soon to tell

PLAYER_IDLE: Might be too early to say

EVAN_HAPPY: Hopefully you’ll get there! And if not, no harm done.

EVAN_HAPPY: Well, I hope you can be yourself around me.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m here if you ever need someone to vent to. Or offer some most likely poor advice.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Evan.

EVAN_IDLE: Especially with {0} and {1} going off for their own chats.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, you noticed? Seems the whole villa has I suppose.

EVAN_IDLE: Yeah, something feels different about her.

EVAN_SAD: Especially since you all came back from Casa Amor, something’s changed.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Changed how?

EVAN_IDLE: Oh yeah, I forget you guys didn’t see her before.

EVAN_HAPPY: Feels like you’ve been here forever already.

EVAN_IDLE: If you wanna hang out a little longer… I can tell you all about {0} before you guys got here.

EVAN_FLIRTY: There’s a lot that happened that might surprise you.

EVAN_HAPPY: You’re a cool girl and you deserve to know everything.

EVAN_IDLE: Think it might be useful to know, however you’re feeling.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Plus it would be nice to spend some quality time together. Feels like there is a lot more to {0} that I want to know!

EVAN_HAPPY: Hopefully you’re curious about me. Being mysterious and new and all.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that so?

EVAN_HAPPY: Why don’t you stay and find out?

*I’d love to!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re on. I’m intrigued.

EVAN_HAPPY: I hoped you might be…

Not interested

PLAYER_IDLE: Nah, I’m not interested.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok. Maybe I got the wrong end of the stick.

EVAN_IDLE: Thought you might wanna know where my head is at now.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’d sure like to know where yours is.

EVAN_IDLE: And share some of the stuff {0} got up to during Casa.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: Feels like she’s making moves and this might help you stay front and centre.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Whoever you’re interested in.

EVAN_HAPPY: Are you certain I can’t tempt you?

*Ok, let’s chat!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re on. I’m intrigued.

EVAN_HAPPY: Yes! I hoped you would be…

I’m fine, thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not right now.

EVAN_HAPPY: Ok, fair enough. I’ll leave you to it then.

EVAN_IDLE: Better go smooth things over with {0} anyway.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good luck!

EVAN_HAPPY: Thanks, catch you later {0}!

PLAYER_IDLE: So, you were saying that {0} has changed recently?

EVAN_SAD: Yeah, exactly.

EVAN_IDLE: When I first came into the villa she was super fun and flirty. It felt like we gravitated towards each other very naturally.

EVAN_HAPPY: She barely even mentioned {0} to me…

PLAYER_IDLE: Didn’t take a lot to turn her head then?

EVAN_HAPPY: Didn’t seem like there was anyone to turn her head from!

EVAN_IDLE: I wasn’t the only one she was grafting with though.

EVAN_IDLE: She was defo open to all the boys to start with.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Was she?

EVAN_IDLE: Yeah. She wasn’t holding back, put it that way.

EVAN_IDLE: I mean, she clearly had feelings for Raf.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: But I sensed she wasn’t fully secure with him.

EVAN_IDLE: She didn’t seem certain he’d stick with her. I think she might’ve just twisted as a defence mechanism. In case he did too. But she also got close to one of the other new boys too.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Ooh really??

EVAN_IDLE: She shared a bed with him on the first night.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I think he thought she’d twist with him.

EVAN_IDLE: But she seemed to lose interest and spent more time with me.

EVAN_HAPPY: Eventually we were both putting in the graft and things felt good.

PLAYER_IDLE: And then?

EVAN_IDLE: And then everyone came back from Casa Amor.

EVAN_SAD: Seems like things changed instantly.

EVAN_SAD: Feels like her head turned back so quickly to {0}.

EVAN_IDLE: Now I’m starting to think she was never really into me at all.

PLAYER_SAD: What do you mean?

EVAN_IDLE: I feel like I was just a safe option for her. You know, the back up.

EVAN_IDLE: She just twisted with me to make sure she didn’t end up single.

EVAN_IDLE: But if you ask me her plan was always to try and get back with {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, everyone keeps pointing that out to me.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m sure you can trust {0}, he seems like a good guy. But {0}... I’m not so sure.

EVAN_IDLE: Everyone keeps talking about how close Raf and Daphne were before Casa.

EVAN_SAD: I don’t think her feelings have gone away.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m not sure if there are still serious feelings between them.

EVAN_IDLE: But I’m sure there is an attraction there which is drawing her to him.

PLAYER_IDLE: So what does this mean for you and her?

EVAN_HAPPY: Honestly? I was thinking earlier if I would be happier if I was single.

EVAN_HAPPY: So I could be open to exploring other relationships.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And?

EVAN_HAPPY: I decided that I would be. So for now, I think I’m single.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, congrats I guess?

EVAN_HAPPY: Thanks!

EVAN_HAPPY: I mean it’s early days for all of us here.

EVAN_HAPPY: I think it’s good to explore things. Don’t you?

Yeah! I’m open to exploring

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah, me too.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We’re all here to explore and meet the right person.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Exactly!

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m glad you’re not closed off just yet.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Really?

EVAN_HAPPY: Yeah, it means we can get to know each other better hopefully.

I’m pretty closed off

PLAYER_IDLE: To be honest I’m feeling pretty closed off already.

EVAN_IDLE: That’s fair enough.

EVAN_HAPPY: It’s great that you’ve met someone you connect with so soon.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, it is.

EVAN_HAPPY: Still, it doesn’t mean we can’t get to know each other.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’d be lying if I said you didn’t catch my eye at the firepit.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I did?

EVAN_HAPPY: Yeah, you stood out from the crowd that’s for sure.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And why is that?

EVAN_HAPPY: You’ve got this confidence about you.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Like this is exactly where you are meant to be.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Not to mention you’re a stunning girl.

EVAN_HAPPY: {0} is a lucky guy.

Flirt back

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well I’d say {0} was lucky too.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But it seems like she doesn’t know how good she had it.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Glad you think so.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Hopefully someone who likes what they see will snap me up.

Evan shoots you a flirty grin.

Keep it casual

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, he is.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m glad you know it.

EVAN_HAPPY: I hope he does too.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Can I tell you something?

PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?

EVAN_FLIRTY: This might sound a bit forward but you’re actually my exact type on paper.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I am?

EVAN_HAPPY: Yeah, that’s why you caught my eye at the firepit.

EVAN_HAPPY: Caught me off guard to be honest.

EVAN_HAPPY: How about me? Do I come close to your type on paper?

You’re totally my type

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh for sure, you’re totally my type.

EVAN_HAPPY: Really?

EVAN_FLIRTY: I mean… that’s good to know.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Looks like you got a little excited there.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Maybe just a little.

Nowhere near

PLAYER_IDLE: Honestly, not really.

EVAN_HAPPY: Ouch.

EVAN_HAPPY: That’s fine. Not everyone has love at first sight.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess not.

Kind of

PLAYER_IDLE: Kind of?

EVAN_HAPPY: Well that’s not a no.

EVAN_HAPPY: So I’ll take it!

EVAN_HAPPY: I’ll keep that in mind.

Evan holds eye contact with you for slightly longer than normal.

He breaks into a grin

PLAYER_HAPPY: What are you smiling about?

EVAN_HAPPY: Honestly? Being here chatting with you like this…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yes…?

EVAN_FLIRTY: It feels like my villa time is finally getting started.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

EVAN_FLIRTY: It was fun during Casa Amor and all, but it never felt quite right.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I enjoyed chatting with {0} and the other OG girls.

EVAN_IDLE: But I was never truly excited. Never fully invested.

EVAN_IDLE: I never quite felt that intense spark I’m after.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And you’re feeling it now?

Evan looks deep into your eyes, like you’re the only person in the world.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I am. And I’m excited to get to know you more.

You sense Evan wants to kiss you, but something holds him back.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I know we’re both coupled with other people.

EVAN_FLIRTY: But a lot can change fast in the villa. And I’m hoping it does.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Will keep that in mind.

EVAN_HAPPY: But I’ve kept you too long already. I’ll let you get back to the others.

EVAN_HAPPY: It’s been a pleasure chatting with you, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: See you later, Evan.

EVAN_HAPPY: For sure.

&RoofTerrace: Uma, {0}

You head up to the terrace to find Uma and {0} lazing and giggling together.

UMA_HAPPY: Ahh, {0}! Come to spy on us have we?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Not exactly!

UMA_HAPPY: That’s ok, no secrets among friends.

{0}_HAPPY: We were just discussing the hideaway.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course, it’s the hot topic.

UMA_HAPPY: I bet everyone is desperate to go in!

{0}_FLIRTY: I know I am.

UMA_FLIRTY: You’d be so lucky.

UMA_HAPPY: I guess it’s about who really <i>deserves</i> to go in.

UMA_HAPPY: Who do you think should go to the hideaway, {0}?

You two!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I think it should be you guys.

UMA_HAPPY: Really? That’s very selfless of you.

UMA_FLIRTY: We do make a pretty cute couple.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, nice to know you have our back.

UMA_FLIRTY: If you do pick us to go in I promise I won’t waste the opportunity.

{0}_HAPPY: Really? Yes! Pleeease let {1} win the challenge!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess we will have to wait and see.

Bonnie and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: Hmm, I think Bonnie and {0} deserve to go in.

UMA_SURPRISED: Really? I am not getting romance vibes from those guys.

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, no offence to those guys but I’ve seen more sparks undoing my fly.

UMA_SURPRISED: What? How hot are your pants?!

{0}_HAPPY: If we go to the hideaway you’ll find out!

UMA_HAPPY: See, {0}. We should totally be the ones to go into the hideaway.

{0} and Evan

PLAYER_IDLE: I think {0} and Evan should go into the hideaway.

UMA_SURPRISED: What, really?

{0}_HAPPY: I thought there might be some tension there.

{0}_IDLE: With her being {1}’s ex and everything.

PLAYER_IDLE: Is she really an ex?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Plus going in the hideaway might help her move forward with Evan.

UMA_FLIRTY: Ah I get it now. That’s genius.

Summer and Joyo

PLAYER_HAPPY: I feel like Summer and Joyo should get to go in the hideaway.

UMA_SURPRISED: Summer and Joyo? Wasn’t expecting that.

{0}_HAPPY: I dunno, those two have their flirt on 24/7 at the moment.

UMA_FLIRTY: I know, but I still think we’re the better choice.

{0}_HAPPY: No doubt about that.

{0}_HAPPY: But I think Summer and Joyo would love a night in there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Exactly.

Rafael and Daphne

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Rafael and Daphne deserve to go in!

UMA_SURPRISED: What about me and {0}?

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah! I thought you’d have our backs.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, Rafael and Daphne have been together since day one.

UMA_IDLE: Yeeeah, I guess you’re right.

{0}_HAPPY: Doesn’t mean they’d make the most of the hideaway though.

Me and {0}

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Obviously I think it should be me and {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: No surprises there!

{0}_HAPPY: You two do make a cute couple.

UMA_FLIRTY: Sounds like you're ready to take things to the next level too.

{0}_HAPPY: I know the feeling.

UMA_FLIRTY: Oi cheeky! There’s no rush.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, if {1} wins, maybe she’ll still pick us?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, right!

Me and Bonnie

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was actually hoping it would be me and Bonnie.

UMA_HAPPY: Aww, sounds like you two are really hitting it off!

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, taking big steps.

UMA_HAPPY: I’m so happy for you guys.

{0}_HAPPY: Me too, not as happy as I would be if I was in the hideaway with Uma…

{0}_HAPPY: But pretty happy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Things are going well with you two then?

{0}_HAPPY: Oh yeah! Uma has already told me she loves me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What?! You’re kidding.

UMA_SURPRISED: I did not!

{0}_HAPPY: Alright! Maybe it was more I like you.

{0}_HAPPY: Close enough if you ask me.

UMA_HAPPY: You are so cheeky.

UMA_HAPPY: But, yes, I do like you.

UMA_HAPPY: When you’re not pushing your luck.

{0}_HAPPY: What can I say, you bring out my brave side.

{0}_HAPPY: But in all honesty, I’m loving getting to know you.

ALEX_HAPPY: I’d love a night in the hideaway but it might be a bit soon.

ALEX_HAPPY: Would appreciate the privacy though.

ALEX_HAPPY: Then Uma would have no choice but to laugh at my bad jokes.

UMA_IDLE: Or we could just sit in silence.

ALEX_HAPPY: Sounds like a challenge.

BRYSON_HAPPY: I mean we’ve already had a bit of fun together.

BRYSON_HAPPY: But I’m sure a night in the hideaway would be a game changer.

UMA_FLIRTY: Bryson! Spilling all our tea!

BRYSON_HAPPY: Like everyone doesn’t know already.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess it’s all to play for at the moment.

UMA_HAPPY: You’re right there.

UMA_HAPPY: Anyone could be heading into the hideaway.

UMA_HAPPY: I bet {0} wishes she was going in with {1}.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You think?

{0}_SURPRISED: Uma!

UMA_HAPPY: What? We can all see she still likes him.

{0}_IDLE: We don’t know anything.

{0}_IDLE: Either way, {1}’s eyes are on {2}.

{0}_HAPPY: If I were you, {1}, I’d just be thinking about you and {2}.

{0}_HAPPY: No point worrying about {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Noted…

PLAYER_HAPPY: Anyway, I’ll leave you two to your gossiping.

UMA_FLIRTY: See you later, {0}!

&Kitchen: Bonnie, {0}

You wander over to the kitchen as Bonnie and {0} are making a snack.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey guys.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Hey! We were just talking about you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You were?

{0}_FLIRTY: All good things, don’t you worry.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I was just telling {0} about the whole {1} situation.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Hope you don’t mind… but I think you’ve got nothing to worry about.

BONNIE_HAPPY: She’s got nothing on you. Isn’t that right, {0}?

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh for sure. {1}’s eggs are firmly in your basket.

{0}_HAPPY: He never stops going on about you.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Aww that’s so sweet. See, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: If you guys say so…

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Hey, I know that if I was coupled with you…

BONNIE_FLIRTY: My head wouldn’t be turning anywhere.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And definitely not towards {0}.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: You’re by far the hottest girl in here.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, are you two hoping to stay in the hideaway tonight?

Bonnie and {0} look at each other awkwardly.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, I certainly wouldn’t say no.

{0}_HAPPY: But I think it may be a bit wasted on us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why is that?

BONNIE_IDLE: I can’t speak for {0}...

BONNIE_IDLE: But there haven’t been major sparks between us.

{0}_IDLE: Who knows what could happen, we are still getting to know each other.

{0}_HAPPY: But no point rushing things just yet. We’re taking it slow.

BONNIE_HAPPY: For sure, but I love that.

{0}_HAPPY: Same!

{0}_HAPPY: I think if we ended up in the hideaway it may be more of a sleepover.

{0}_HAPPY: You never know they might have some board games in there.

BONNIE_HAPPY: We can only hope.

Bonnie leans in and whispers to you.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Though I’m sure the hideaway wouldn’t be wasted on you and I, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I guess we’ll have to wait and see who gets picked.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Fingers crossed.

She leans away again.

{0}_HAPPY: Talk about third wheeling!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Seems like you guys certainly aren’t married off anyway.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Keeping things open and honest.

BONNIE_HAPPY: We’re all here to find love after all.

{0}_HAPPY: Whoever that may be with.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I’ll leave you two to it then.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Catch you later, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: See you around.

&Beanbags: Summer, Joyo

Over at the beanbags you hear Summer and Joyo giggling away.

JOYO_FLIRTY: I have a few ideas…

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Now who's got the filthy mind!

JOYO_FLIRTY: What do you want to do in the hideaway then?

SUMMER_HAPPY: I’m not telling! You’ll have to wait and see.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What are we not telling?

SUMMER_HAPPY: Just chatting about hideaway plans.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Feeling confident then?

JOYO_HAPPY: Just manifesting the romance.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounded like a bit more than romance.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Tend to get carried away when manifesting.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds like you two are pretty keen to get in there.

SUMMER_HAPPY: The time feels right, you know?

JOYO_HAPPY: When you know, you know.

JOYO_HAPPY: And I’ve known ever since me and Summer got back to the villa.

JOYO_FLIRTY: I mean it’s hardly like we’ve been waiting around for the hideaway…

SUMMER_SURPRISED: Stop it you!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: But yeah, it would be nice to have some privacy to take things up a level.

JOYO_FLIRTY: Or a few levels.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I’m sure we’re not the only ones with grand hideaway plans.

SUMMER_HAPPY: What would you do if you got a night in there with {0}?

Have some fun

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we’d defo have some fun together.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Would be nice to have that time with him. I bet we’d get up to all sorts.

SUMMER_HAPPY: That’s my girl! Nice to know it wouldn’t be wasted on you guys.

Have a deep chat

PLAYER_IDLE: Probably just talk all night with {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Get deep and see who he really is. Explore things.

SUMMER_IDLE: Boring!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Whose got time to talk when there’s foot rubs to be had.

JOYO_HAPPY: Looks like I know how I’m spending my evening…

Get some shut eye

PLAYER_IDLE: Probably just get some shut eye.

PLAYER_IDLE: Would be nice to have our own space for the night.

SUMMER_IDLE: Boring!

SUMMER_HAPPY: If we get in there that eye mask is being used for anything but sleeping.

SUMMER_HAPPY: It’s not everyday that the hideaway is open after all.

SUMMER_HAPPY: No use wasting time.

SUMMER_IDLE: I saw that Daphne isn’t anyway.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you mean?

SUMMER_IDLE: Well you and {0} have only just twisted…

SUMMER_IDLE: And she’s already dancing all over him and pulling him for chats.

SUMMER_IDLE: That girl’s up to something I can tell.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re not the first to say.

JOYO_IDLE: Summer is being dramatic, {0}.

JOYO_IDLE: But I will say that what Raf and Daphne had before Casa Amor was pretty tight.

JOYO_IDLE: There were defo huge sparks flying.

JOYO_IDLE: Maybe that spark is still there between them?

We have a stronger connection

PLAYER_IDLE: What me and Raf have is way stronger.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Daphne is old news now, there isn’t anything between them.

JOYO_HAPPY: If you say so.

Maybe you’re right

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Maybe you’re right?

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know what they had before.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe it was stronger than our connection?

SUMMER_HAPPY: Even if it was, nothing’s stopping you from growing closer.

SUMMER_HAPPY: You’re still at the start of your journey.

I don’t care

PLAYER_IDLE: I couldn’t care less about Raf and Daphne to be honest.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m doing my own thing.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yes! That’s the attitude. You do you!

SUMMER_HAPPY: You turned his head in Casa Amor.

SUMMER_HAPPY: That was no accident!

SUMMER_HAPPY: If you keep up your flirt game then she’ll have no chance.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I’ll leave you to your flirt game now then.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Oh yeah! Where was I?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I believe you were talking about filthy minds…

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yes! See you around, {0}!

&SwingSeat: Rafael, Daphne

You find Rafael and Daphne chilling out on the swing seat.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Hey, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, you two are looking pretty cosy.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yeah, just hanging out like the pre-Casa days.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: It’s funny, it felt like so long while we were away.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: But now it’s like nothing’s changed. Same old Raf and Daph.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Me and Raf talked a lot last night about you two…

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oh… And?

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: He explained that you turned his head momentarily.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Just like what happened to me with Cassius.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: And now we’ve both been tested.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: And we’ve come through it and we’re still together.

PLAYER_IDLE: You two have moved past it then?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Hundred percent.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: We’re better than before I think.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: You know what, you’re right. It feels even closer.

Daphne snuggles closer to Rafael.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Can’t get close enough if you ask me!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Alright love birds, enough of that!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Sorry, sometimes we forget we don’t have the villa to ourselves.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Hard to keep our hands off each other.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You must feel the same with {0}?

It’s impossible to resist

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It is hard to resist sometimes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nothing wrong with a bit of PDA.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Exactly, if people don’t like it I think they’re just jealous.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: So they should be!

We like to keep things private

PLAYER_HAPPY: I tend to prefer a bit of privacy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Not a big fan of PDA.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Ah, I just can’t wait for privacy.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Sometimes you just need a snuggle.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: All the time in your case.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: What’s wrong with that?

We’re not quite there

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think we are really there.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Fair enough, not every couple is tearing each other’s clothes off.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I meant to talk to you about that Daph, I’m running out of pants.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Good! Who needs them?

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I do!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Anyway, whoever ends up in the hideaway tonight is going to have all the privacy they need.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I can’t lie, I’d love to go in there.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: Me too, after being together since the start and everything.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, it seems like everyone wants to.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: It just kinda feels like we are furthest along with our relationship though.

DAPHNE_IDLE: It’s such early days with everyone else, it seems too soon to say if they’ll work.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Do you think any of them aren’t clicking?

Bonnie and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure that Bonnie and {0} are going to work out.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sensing any chemistry between them.

DAPHNE_IDLE: I was going to say the exact same thing.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Yeah, always felt like an odd couple.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: I think she has her eye on a certain someone instead…

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Who?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: {0} of course!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Oh yeah, I’ve defo sensed a vibe.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We did get closer in Casa.

Uma and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think Uma and {0} are meant to be.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just not getting couple vibes from them.

DAPHNE_IDLE: Hmm, I think I know what you mean. There’s still hope for them.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Not the strongest couple though for sure.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Think we still hold that title.

Me and {0}

PLAYER_SAD: I don’t think me and {0} are clicking to be honest.

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: Really? I thought there was some serious chemistry with you two.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yeah, you and {0} seem like you could go the distance.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Though I know there might be something stronger between you and Bonnie…

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Oh yeah, I’ve defo caught that vibe too.

{0} and Evan

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} and Evan are going nowhere I think.

PLAYER_IDLE: She clearly has no interest in him.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, you can say that again.

DAPHNE_SAD: I feel bad for Evan. He seems like such a sweet guy.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Yeah, hopefully he finds the right person here.

You guys

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe you guys?

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: For real?

DAPHNE_SURPRISED: I wasn’t expecting that.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know. It’s still early days and you both seem so closed off.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Maybe it feels a bit fake?

DAPHNE_SAD: Well, I hadn’t thought of it that way before.

RAFAEL_SAD: It feels real to us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just being honest.

DAPHNE_IDLE: Sure, appreciate the honesty I guess.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Anyway, I think you and {0} will definitely work out.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: If you want it to work out that is.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Yeah, and so you know, we noticed the games {0} was playing.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Not cool her moving in on {0} after twisting.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You know we’ll have your back if you ever need or want it.

DAPHNE_IDLE: She is my girl, but I don’t agree with everything she does.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, guys.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: And remember us if you win the challenge!

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: Yeah, we scratch your back…

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: You gift us with a night in the hideaway…

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah whatever. I’ll see you guys later.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Think about it, that’s all I’m saying.

You head off to find the others.

As the sun sets, you stroll past the poolside and {0} rushes over.

{0}_HAPPY: {1}! Hold up! Been looking all over for you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can’t have been looking that hard! I’ve just been out here.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah well, {1} wouldn’t let me leave.

{0}_HAPPY: Been wanting to come see you this whole time.

{0}_IDLE: Sorry about all this mess with {1}.

{0}_IDLE: It’s all out in the open and dealt with now, if that makes you feel better?

It’s all good

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s all good.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m glad you two could clear the air.

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks for being so chill about it, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s nice to know you trust me.

{0}_HAPPY: And now I can leave everything with {1} in the past.

I don’t feel better!

PLAYER_ANGRY: No, it doesn’t make me feel better, actually.

PLAYER_ANGRY: You’ve been off talking to her for ages!

PLAYER_ANGRY: Seems like you forgot all about me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I promise that’s not true. I was thinking about you the whole time.

{0}_IDLE: I just had to make sure she knew it was over for good.

{0}_HAPPY: You have to know that my head is totally with you.

{0}_HAPPY: And it’s not turning for anyone. Especially not her.

{0}_HAPPY: You’ve got nothing to worry about, I promise.

PLAYER_IDLE: What did she say then?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m going to be totally honest with you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Right…

{0}_EMBARRASSED: She asked if we could go back to sharing a bed together.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What?!

{0}_SAD: I know, I know it sounds bad.

{0}_IDLE: But I said there was no way!

ALEX_IDLE: She got the message, there’s nothing to worry about.

BRYSON_HAPPY: I mean you can’t blame her for trying!

BRYSON_HAPPY: Sadly there isn’t enough Bryson to go around though.

BRYSON_HAPPY: But really, you don’t have to worry.

JOYO_IDLE: I mean I can’t change her feelings.

JOYO_HAPPY: All I know is that my feelings are with you.

JOYO_IDLE: So don’t worry about her.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: It’s all under control I promise.

RAFAEL_SAD: I mean she was really cut up about the whole thing and feels terrible.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I told her it’s fine, but things really are over between us.

RAFAEL_IDLE: So there’s nothing to worry about.

Well, I am worried!

PLAYER_ANGRY: I am worried though!

PLAYER_ANGRY: She clearly thinks there is something still between you two.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Otherwise why would she ask to stay in your bed?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: There is nothing between us though.

{0}_IDLE: I can’t control what she says. But she knows it’s over.

{0}_HAPPY: All I can do is promise that I’m committed to us.

{0}_HAPPY: It doesn’t change what we have.

I’m not worried

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s ok. I’m not worried.

PLAYER_HAPPY: She can shoot as many shots as she likes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Doesn’t change what we have.

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly!

{0}_HAPPY: I want to focus on the future now.

{0}_HAPPY: And if all goes well that future will be me and you in the hideaway tonight!

{0}_HAPPY: And we can finally get some time to ourselves.

{0}_HAPPY: How does that sound to you?

Before you can answer, your phone pings.

{0}_SURPRISED: Was that a text?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Yeah, it’s mine! It’s the results of the challenge!

The others come rushing over and circle the two of you.

UMA_HAPPY: Read it, quick!

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah! Who won?

LITEXT: Islanders, the results are in, the winner of the Making Waves challenge is {0}.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I won?

{0}_SERIOUS: You won?

{0}_HAPPY: You did it! Never doubted it.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Yeah I knew you’d win. You smashed it!

Your phone pings again.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got another text!

LITEXT: {0}, as the winner of the Making Waves challenge, you can now choose who will get to spend the night in the hideaway. {1}ChooseWisely {2}LuckyCouple

PLAYER_HAPPY: Wow, talk about pressure.

{0}_HAPPY: The power is in your hands. You can pick anyone.

UMA_HAPPY: Except you shouldn’t pick anyone.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you mean?

UMA_HAPPY: You should go, {0}!

BONNIE_HAPPY: Uma is right, you did win the challenge after all.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I mean, I do really want to go in with Joyo.

SUMMER_HAPPY: But I think you deserve it, {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I mean, I do really want to go in with Raf.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: But I think you deserve it, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: You don’t have to pick yourself though.

{0}_IDLE: Not right now, {1}.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It has to be you, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, ok! If you insist.

UMA_FLIRTY: Question is who do you want to take with you?

You look at Bonnie. She has a cheeky glimmer in her eye.

Then at {0} who shoots you a devilish smile.

I choose {0}

PLAYER_HAPPY: It has to be {0}!

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait!

I choose Bonnie

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m going to go with Bonnie!

PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry, {0}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s ok, I understand.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And I can’t wait!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, {0}. Looks like me and you are spending a night in the hideaway!

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t wait!

LITEXT: Islanders, the results are in, the winner of the Making Waves challenge is {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: I won?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, you did!

{0}_FLIRTY: No surprises there, you smashed it, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, this is a pleasant surprise!

{0}’s phone pings.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve got a text!

He reads it out.

LITEXT: {0}, as the winner of the Making Waves challenge, you can now choose who will get to spend the night in the hideaway. {1}ChooseWisely {2}LuckyCouple

{0}_HAPPY: It’s very tempting to be selfish!

{0}_HAPPY: If I’m honest I would love for me and {1} to go into the hideaway.

{0}_IDLE: But I know I’m not the only one wanting to get to know {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: So I’d like to give her the choice of who she goes into the hideaway with.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_HAPPY: It’s up to you. You deserve it.

You look at Bonnie, who has a cheeky glimmer in her eye.

Then at {0} who shoots you a charming smile.

I choose {0}

PLAYER_HAPPY: It has to be {0}!

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait!

I choose Bonnie

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m going to go with Bonnie!

PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry, {0}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s ok, I understand.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And I cannot wait!

{0}_HAPPY: So that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m picking {1} and myself!

{0}_HAPPY: Not for me. But because {1} deserves it.

BONNIE_HAPPY: You both deserve it!

UMA_HAPPY: Yeah, good choice.

Your phone pings once again.

LITEXT: {0} and {1}, the hideaway is now open. Please make your way to the dressing rooms to get ready! {2}OpenForBusiness {3}AloneTime

UMA_HAPPY: It’s go time!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: We need to get you looking out of this world.

SUMMER_HAPPY: We need to get you looking out of this world.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Come on, {0}, let’s go!

{0}_FLIRTY: See you later, {1}!

You and the girls excitedly rush off to the dressing room.

You hurry into the dressing room to pick out your hideaway outfit.

UMA_HAPPY: Urgh, I’m so excited for you!

UMA_HAPPY: And a tad jealous…

PLAYER_HAPPY: You said I should go in.

UMA_HAPPY: I know, doesn’t mean I don’t want to though!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yes we’re all very jealous of {0}!

SUMMER_HAPPY: But there’s no time for chit chat.

SUMMER_HAPPY: The hideaway waits for no one!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yes we’re all very jealous of {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: But there’s no time for chit chat.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: The hideaway waits for no one!

{0}_IDLE: Would have liked it to wait for me…

{0}_IDLE: Is it too late to pick again?

UMA_SERIOUS: Yes.

UMA_HAPPY: This is {0}’s night!

PLAYER_HAPPY: And Bonnie’s!

BONNIE_HAPPY: I honestly can’t believe how excited I am!

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I’m going to get ready in the other room.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I want it to be a surprise when we see each other in the hideaway.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: See you soon, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: See you, Bonnie.

Bonnie blows you a kiss as she goes.

UMA_FLIRTY: So what’s it gonna be, {0}.

UMA_FLIRTY: Something absolutely stunning no doubt?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hmm, let me see.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about this?

UMA_HAPPY: Oh my days, {0} is gonna love that!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: You look out of this world!

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: You look incredible, {0}.

{0}_IDLE: I thought I couldn’t get any more jealous, so thanks for that.

*TRYOUTFIT*This is the look!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I love this!

UMA_HAPPY: It’s so hot!

UMA_FLIRTY: You are gonna steal the show, {0}.

I want to see other options

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I’ll just stick with this?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Are you sure? It’s not everyday you get to go in the hideaway!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Yeah! You have to look your best for all of us who can’t go in.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: Yeah! You have to look your best for all of us who can’t go in.

UMA_FLIRTY: It’s the perfect opportunity to go extra.

I’ll give it another spin

UMA_HAPPY: It’s so gorgeous!

*TRYOUTFIT* This is it!

One more look

Maybe there’s something else I missed

I like this

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m just going to go with this.

UMA_HAPPY: To be fair you’d look beautiful in anything.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Looks like you’re ready to go.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Looks like you’re ready to go.

UMA_HAPPY: So, what are you waiting for? {0} awaits!

The girls hurry you out of the dressing room towards the hideaway…

You excitedly step into the hideaway.

Inside you find {0} laying on the bed.

{0}_FLIRTY: There you are.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How long have you been waiting there like that?

{0}_HAPPY: A little too long to admit.

You walk over to the bed and take a seat beside {0} who sits up next to you.

You take in the beautiful surroundings.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is so special.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I couldn’t think of a better person to share it with.

{0}_FLIRTY: Or a more gorgeous person for that matter.

{0}_FLIRTY: Your outfit is stunning.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Thanks, {0}.

{0}_FLIRTY: You took my breath away as you walked through those doors.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That was the plan…

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, then it worked beautifully.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t wait to have a night of just us.

{0}_IDLE: I hope we can put everything with {1} behind us.

{0}_HAPPY: And just focus on being together.

{0}_HAPPY: Can I confess something?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sure.

{0}_HAPPY: I had a dream that we ended up in the hideaway together.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really, what happened?

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, I can’t tell you. Otherwise it might not come true.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Pretty sure that’s wishes, not dreams.

{0}_FLIRTY: Either way! Let’s just say we had a lot of fun.

{0}_FLIRTY: I woke up feeling quite… hot.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Sounds like a nice dream.

{0}_FLIRTY: It was pretty adventurous. It involved a few tricks, shall we say.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh, really?

{0} jumps up with a big grin.

{0}_FLIRTY: We should have a look around.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve always wanted to see inside the famous hideaway.

You follow {0} and explore the hideaway together. Looking through the cupboards and drawers.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What are you hoping to find?

{0}_FLIRTY: Hmm, that would be telling.

{0} opens a drawer and grins.

{0}_FLIRTY: But this is better than I imagined.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What is it?

You move over to look in the drawer.

Inside is a large selection of items. There’s squirty cream, a feather tickler, a silk eye mask and a range of massage lotions.

{0}_FLIRTY: Looks like we’ve hit the jackpot.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: There is so much to choose from.

{0}_FLIRTY: What do you say? Wanna have fun with something from the box?

*Yes! Let’s do it

No, thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think so.

{0}_IDLE: Are you sure? Looks like some fun stuff in there.

{0}_FLIRTY: Who knows when we’ll get time to ourselves like this again?

{0}_FLIRTY: Are you sure you don’t want to have fun with the box?

*Alright, let’s do it!

I’m good, thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s just hang out, we don’t need the prop box.

{0}_HAPPY: No problem, we can make our own fun.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s make those dreams of yours come true!

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re amazing. I hope you know that.

You and {0} dive into the box. Selecting the perfect item.

{0}_FLIRTY: So, what’s lighting your fire in here?

The edible squirty cream

You take the squirty cream and give it a suggestive shake.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about a bit of dessert?

{0}_FLIRTY: All we need is the cherry on top.

Lick cream off {0}

You lay {0} down gently and squirt the cream onto their torso.

{0}_FLIRTY: Who ever said dreams don’t come true?

Your eyes meet as you gently and sensually lick the cream from their body.

The sensation sends goosebumps across {0}’s skin.

Closing their eyes with a beaming smile as you make sure not a drop is left behind.

Then, {0} looks at you with a mischievous glimmer in their eye, ready to take things further if you are.

Let {0} lick cream off you

You lay down slowly and squirt cream onto your neck.

{0}_FLIRTY: Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sweeter.

{0} lays beside you, you feel their breath on your neck as they lower themselves closer.

Then you feel {0}’s tongue sensually licking the cream from your neck.

Shivers of pleasure spread down your back and ripple across your skin.

Then {0} begins to kiss your neck. Before looking at you lustily, ready to take things further, if you want to.

The massage lotion

You take the massage oil from the box.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about this?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: My back has been feeling a little tight lately…

{0}_FLIRTY: My pleasure.

{0} takes the bottle and pours some oil into their hands.

You turn and lie on your front.

Being both firm and gentle, {0} rubs the oil into the small of your back.

Their hands move up, caressing your skin and relaxing every muscle, moving in a circular motion.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: This feels incredible.

You turn to face {0}, who looks deep into your eyes.

You can tell they are ready to take things further, if you want to.

The feather tickler

You retrieve the feather tickler from the box and wave it at {0} playfully.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about this?

{0} eye’s light up with excitement.

{0}_FLIRTY: Perfect.

{0} takes the feather and lays you back onto the bed.

Then you feel the feather gently caressing your skin, teasing and tickling every part of you.

You feel tingles of pleasure ignite all of you before taking the feather for yourself.

{0} lays back as you glide the feather from their feet to their neck.

They writhe on the bed as you tease them.

Before turning and looking deep into your eyes looking at you, ready to take things further if you are.

The silk mask

You reach in and retrieve a silky eye mask.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: They say being blindfolded heightens your other senses.

{0}_FLIRTY: There’s only one way to find out.

You gently slip the mask over {0}’s eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, I can’t see a thing.

{0} lies back slowly.

{0}_FLIRTY: I guess I’m completely at your will.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I love it. Ready for anything.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Seems that way.

{0} smiles, you sense they are ready to take things further, if you want to.

Laying together in the bed, {0} scooches closer.

{0}_FLIRTY: So, {1}. You’ve got me all to yourself.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: I finally feel like I’m ready to do whatever you want.

{0}_FLIRTY: So how would you like to spend our night in the hideaway?

Go all the way

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want you too.

Pulling {0} close, you instantly feel the heat of their body.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Shall we use the squirty cream a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} lies back, allowing you to put more cream on their chest before licking it off.

Then you squirt more cream onto {0}’s navel.

{0} sighs with pleasure at the sensation of your tongue on their skin.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we use the massage oil a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

Pouring some oil onto your hands, you rub it over {0}’s torso.

Then, slowly you move your hands down.

{0} sighs with pleasure at the sensation of the oil on their skin.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we use the feather tickler a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} takes the feather and caresses your body.

Starting with your inner thigh, then across your tummy, until they are teasing your chest.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about you keep that mask on a little longer?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} lays back, awaiting your touch.

You kiss him softly, working your way down his neck to his chest.

He does the same, planting gentle kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

His hands stroke the small of your back, working his way down to slip off your underwear.

You follow his lead, slowly removing his underwear too.

Then you are both gripped in passion, your bodies wrapped around each other in the heat of the moment.

You pull him closer still, rolling together beneath the sheets. His hands exploring every part of you.

Then he moves down your body with a trail of kisses until you feel his hands around your waist.

You run your hands through his hair as he sends shivers of pleasure down your legs to your toes.

Before working his way back up to you. You roll on top of him, taking control, using his pecs for support.

He pulls you close and you can feel his breath quicken on your neck as you both reach a blissful crescendo of pleasure.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was magic.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It really was!

You scooch closer to {0} and hold him in an intimate embrace.

You kiss her softly, working your way down her neck and across her chest.

She does the same, planting gentle kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

Her hands stroke the small of your back, working her way down to slip off your underwear.

You follow her lead, slowly removing her underwear too.

Then you are both gripped in passion, your bodies wrapped around each other in the heat of the moment.

You pull her closer still, rolling together beneath the sheets. Her hands exploring every part of you.

You feel them caressing your lower back then moving further down to reach the perfect spot.

Then she moves down your body with a trail of kisses until you feel her hands around your waist and her tongue working its magic.

You run your hands through her hair as she sends shivers of pleasure down your legs to your toes.

Your breath quickens as you reach a blissful crescendo of pleasure and collapse into each other's arms.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was magic.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It really was!

You scooch closer to {0} and hold her in an intimate embrace.

Do bits

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want you too.

Pulling {0} close, you instantly feel the heat of their body.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Shall we use the squirty cream a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} lies back, allowing you to put more cream on their chest before licking it off.

Then you squirt more cream onto {0}’s navel.

{0} sighs with pleasure at the sensation of your tongue on their skin.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we use the massage oil a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

Pouring some oil onto your hands, you rub it over {0}’s torso.

Then, slowly you move your hands down.

{0} sighs with pleasure at the sensation of the oil on their skin.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we use the feather tickler a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} takes the feather and caresses your body.

Starting with your inner thigh, then across your tummy, until they are teasing your chest.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about you keep that mask on a little longer?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} lays back, awaiting your touch.

You kiss him softly, working your way down his neck to his chest.

He does the same, planting gentle kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

His hands stroke the small of your back, working his way down to slip off your underwear.

You follow his lead, slowly removing his underwear too.

You are both gripped in passion, your bodies wrapped around each other in the heat of the moment.

You pull him closer still, rolling together beneath the sheets. His hands exploring every part of you.

Then he moves down your body with a trail of kisses until you feel his hands around your waist.

You run your hands through his hair as he sends shivers of pleasure down your legs to your toes. He knows what he’s doing.

Your breath quickens as he brings you closer to him and you reach a blissful crescendo of pleasure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Woah.

You scooch into {0}’s arms in an intimate embrace.

You kiss her softly, working your way down her neck and across her chest.

She does the same, planting gentle kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

Her hands stroke the small of your back, working her way down to slip off your underwear.

You follow her lead, slowly removing her underwear too.

You are both gripped in passion, your bodies wrapped around each other in the heat of the moment.

You pull her closer still, rolling together beneath the sheets. Her hands exploring every part of you.

You both lower your hands to find each other’s perfect spot.

She kisses your neck as you caress each other, you moans of pleasure combining in harmony.

Your breath quickens as you both reach a blissful crescendo of pleasure and collapse into each other's arms.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was perfect.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It really was!

You scooch closer to {0} in an intimate embrace.

Cuddle

You scooch in close to {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: How about we just cuddle?

{0}_HAPPY: You know what, that sounds perfect.

{0} wraps their arms around you, holding you tight.

You shuffle onto your sides to spoon each other, as you pull the covers up over your bodies.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is way better than my dream.

Go to sleep

You get cosy in the bed beside {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: I actually think I might call it a night.

{0}_HAPPY: Fair enough, it’s been a long day.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just happy we got to spend this time together.

You settle down and close your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

You open your eyes, snuggled up close to {0}.

A ping from your phone shocks you both wide awake.

{0}_HAPPY: A text already? I’ve barely opened my eyes!

{0}_IDLE: What does it say?

LITEXT: Wakey wakey, it’s time to rise and shine as two new Islanders are on their way to the villa. Please get ready to welcome our bombshells Vicky and Travis! {0}Newbies {1}DoubleBombshell

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Two new Islanders?!

{0}_SURPRISED: This is going to be interesting…

NARRATOR: Nothing spoils the morning’s glory like two strangers walking in on you! That’s right, two new Islanders are about to grace us with their presence. But will their graft be a spanner in the works for {0}’s coupling? Find out next time on Love Island!

[mykneeshurt]

Hello sweet thing! I love your writings about cod!

I wanted to request how would it be with the 141 boys playing the game Call of duty? 😂 when you want you can ad Alejandro and Rudy! Have a great day/night!

Oh god haha! All I’ve done the last 3 weeks is play call of duty, I don’t wanna go back to work.

Price 🥃

He’s not much of a gamer, but he’d be happy to sit and watch you play it for hours. Anything to see you happy. That is until you rage quit and nearly throw your controller across the room.

He’d distract you with a cuppa and some bourbon biscuits. He’d be tactical and try and help you solve the level/or how to get better online.

We love a supportive man around here!

Soap 🧼

Soap loves playing multiplayer with you. But he’s horrendously competitive, he watches your screen to see where you are to find you. If you get stuck on a level he’ll take the controller and finish it you, even if you didn’t ask.

If he gets stuck on a level he’ll defend the controller with his life. He’s not letting you one up him. He HAS to finish it and find a way. If it’s a particular person online who keeps killing him the profanities ensue ‘Fuckin little bastard!’ ‘I’ll bury your fuckin mum pal!’ ‘Aw what a twat!’ ‘Ahhh bollocks!’

He often needs to step away to cool down 🥲

Ghost 💀

Silent in life and silent on the game. Takes it so seriously, applies all his field knowledge into the game. Looks for any discrepancies from the game compared to real life. You have to keep reminding him it’s a game.

Online he’s just as bad as Soap. ‘Fuckin slag!’ He hates not winning. Hates it. He sits on the edge of the sofa elbows on knees concentrating. Sometimes his tongue will stick out the corner of his mouth.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz actually has some decorum about him, love playing with you, loves watching you. Will help you solve puzzles and give you tips on what to do next.

When he plays he’s in the zone. But knows it’s a game so doesn’t take it too seriously. Will have regular breaks to rest his eyes.

Alejandro 🌹

He gets upset for you when something goes wrong, ‘PANDEJO! You had him that time mi amor!’ He’s always on your side even if you are doing something blatantly wrong.

When it’s his turn he often seeks reassurance from you as gaming is his number 1 hobby. But you love it so he loves it.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy is a COD pro. Can’t tell me other wise. Highest rank online. Finds the challenges easy. 360 no scope etc the lot. But he’s quiet with it. He doesn’t brag and he doesn’t berate people online either.

Completed the campaign on realist mode in one go. Loves it. He’s in his element. He tries to teach you and doesn’t get frustrated when you aren’t as good as him.

[rebelrayne]

These are fics I recommend to change your life (and your opinion) of all the LIs that were ranked with negative points with combined like and dislike votes! They are all amazing! Read them and prepare to love these least fave LIs! I dare you not to fall in love with them. Big thanks to @longbobmckenzie who helped out a lot with the recs and anything she recs is amazing, 100% so enjoy these!

In the recs, you will find fics for: Arjun, Bill, Ciaran, Elijah, Elisa, Felix, Harry, Ibrahim, Jakub, James, Mason and Tom.

fight for it (RATED M) by @queen-of-boops

Arjun has never had a normal life. He's spent his whole life running, his whole life avoiding others. Until he met Emma. But he has a secret, a secret he hopes she'll never find out.

golden thread (RATED T) by @starsarestars

Far away in a world of it's very own, tucked away in an affluent fashion quarter not too far from Bermondsey, is a place where designer heels and exorbitantly overpriced colognes supplied by a buxom Mancunian are a requirement. Verona Lane. It’s all about image first, personality later. The people there have mastered the art of keeping up appearances, even if it means renting the odd Lamborghini to pose outside your obscenely expensive bedsit in Penge with. Verona Lane is where this tale of deception, fashion and seriously questionable decisions begins

hey stupid, i love you (NOT RATED) by @sparxaf

A bit of fluff in which Bill faces an impossible choice. Five minute word prompt from the LITG FF writer Discord : Mayo Enjoy this lil bit of Bill love. He's a complicated character. I liked him, then I didn't, then I sort of did. Now I love him. He's a weirdo but he's also sweet. He deserves more fandom exposure.

the only two things (RATED E) by @mrsbsmooth

Based off a writing prompt (Fake Dating) allocated by the LITGWritersRoom on Tumblr. "Sophie". Kelly blurted out. "His girlfriend's name's Sophie. She's a friend of mine. And yeah, she's coming." Oh god. Kelly thought. She really hoped Sophie would be okay with this.

reap what you sow (RATED T) by @i-boop-you

It's the Stick or Twist recoupling, and Elijah is in for a shock. (Justice for Elijah is served)

clickbait (RATED M) by kiki_the_creator

Clicks are power, power is money, and Elisa can’t say no to money. Only her newest financial venture is proving far more stubborn than anticipated, and the clicks might not be worth the hassle. Until they start racking up, and up, and up, and she falls deeper and deeper, just for the ploy to begin falling apart in her hands.

heaven help a fool who falls in love (RATED T) by @crimswnred

When you're young and hurt, love feels so distant. A somber take on Felix.

mind games (RATED M) by @becangle

Felix arrives at Casa Amor ready to romance his dream girl.

choppy waters (RATED M) by @queen-of-boops

Harry and Piper won Love Island one year ago and it's been anything but smooth sailing.

how the turn tables (RATED E) by @crimswnred

Zoe and Harry have been in a couple for the most part of the season but it’s the first night the Hideaway is open...

superpower (RATED M) by constantrepeat

Through a desire to please and be a hero to those who mean most to him, Ibrahim's spent his entire life abiding to a stringent lifestyle that's left little room for play, let alone love. However, an invitation veers him off-course and into the world of Love Island, a shameless and saucy destination of romance and debauchery. Hoping to face his fears in order to find someone to share his life with, Ibrahim finds new power through the pursuit of love and the challenges it brings, in a high-stakes environment where everyone's looking to save themselves.

121°C (RATED T) by margotmuses

Jakub finds that maybe what he likes isn’t what he thought.

the other side (RATED T) by @rebelrayne

Was it really happening? He had to have been dreaming. He wasn’t big, rugged and buff like Hazeem. He couldn’t be cool and collected like Kobi. He’d never be as handsome as Dylan. There’s no way he could ever be charming or suave like Youcef… He was just… him?

the challenge (RATED T) by @thesepromises

Hope Adeniyi wants a promotion, and to do that, she needs to score an exclusive merchandising contract with boy band Seventh Heaven following a recent surge in their popularity. Lead singer Mason Knowles wants her to fail; but Hope always plays to win.

and the day after that, too (RATED T) by @/rebelrayne

In 2016, Summer had a whirlwind romance with a boy with a British accent. He wasn’t very smooth and he wasn’t the tallest guy around, but for those short three months, he was hers.

[illusions-in-octarine]

I cringe my entire way through Enola Holmes and yet I love the fact that these movies exist anyway. Do they have any real sense of period? No! Is Eudoria ever someone to emulate? No! She teaches her daughter about explosives but not the basics of navigating different levels of society - Enola doesn't know what a dance card is. Or a dance! Her mother has taught her information but robbed her of the real power to manoeuvre, to go unnoticed and get more information.

But my goodness do I love the sibling dynamics. I love the feeling of the movies, even as I am driven up the wall by many of the details and execution. They're so much fun! They're about a girl getting curious and going after something and being a bit clueless along the way.

BUT.

Please.

They gave us a female Moriarty. They gave us a female Moriarty! This was going to be amazing! This was going to be the best plot twist! And then they turned her villain speech into an injustice speech.

Please. Just let her be gloriously evil. Let her be superior and socially adept and eel from one situation to the next. Show that she's smarter than any of the others because despite every possible disadvantage, she's still comfortably reigning at the top of the pack in the little corner of politics and wealth she's cultivated for herself.

Please. All I want is a brilliantly amoral, scintillatingly intelligent, creatively playful black female Moriarty, who is going to have _so much fun_ with her new Holmses, and would not.

I repeat this very important part. Would not.

Outright confess to several crimes in front of a Lord, a police detective, two private detectives, and her employer, this forcing her to go on the lam and lose access to all of those carefully cultivated sources of money and prestige.

Seriously, guys. This is MORIARTY. There's no way she wouldn't arrange a proper patsy and then spend the next several months swanning around irritatingly at the Holmses, taking delight in all of them mutual knowing her villainy, but delighting in their inability to do anything about it.

Bonus points for Moriarty actually being a major funder of Eudoria's vaguely defined women's rights movement. After all, as a woman, she has a personal interest. And this could be a source of some delicious self-conflictedness from Eudoria, who really needs more things to challenge her apparently Teflon self-certainty and confidence.

[familyagrestefanblog]

You know what's an angle I could 100% get behind if it would be used as a reasoning for why Marinette goes off like this at Chat Noir in the trailer of "Kuro Neko"?

If the battles he missed actually make up a time span of like one week or two and Marinette really hadn't heard ANYTHING from Chat Noir in that entire time (in that case I would definitely say Gabriel would have had to use the remaining control ring of Adrien on him to make it impossible for Adrien to leave.) and the reason for why Marinette is so on edge is because this entire time she had absolutely no safe way to find out if anything had HAPPENED to him!

Because that's the reasoning Ladybug told Chat Noir in "Ephemeral" in the whole... reveal thing she pulled. Moral question of that action aside I always found her reasoning here really interesting, because it's a surprisingly sensitive topic that I 100% believe is a genuine concern she had been thinking about before, because this is too...deep and raw in the way she words this for her to only have brought it up here without actually meaning it

Okay just quickly, I need to talk about this:

Seriously I love how the moment she starts talking about the possibility of anything happening to either of them in their civilian lives and the other one not being able to... KNOW of it, she looks down because that's the moment her words are taking a seriously amoral meaning because she is saying these genuine words highlighting a legit issue to convince him they are revealing now to SOLVE THIS issue for a good reason... but when she starts talking about it she remembers that her plan doesn't solve this problem and that she is baiting Chat Noir into a reveal with the promise of care and safety... to then proceed to take it away again right away, telling his identity to Su-Han (who is heavily biased against Chat Noir) behind his back and leave the "not knowing if anything happened to you" problem unresolved again. And Marinette cannot look Chat Noir in the eyes while manipulating him with this and when she looks up again she sees how much this MEANS to him and she just straight up walks away.

OKAY BACK ON TRACK!

If it turns out that Marinette going off in "Kuro Neko" has its roots in this reasoning, then I'm okay with it. Because it IS such a scary thought she would have an incredibly hard time dealing with in real time. Let's say the time span is really about 2 weeks. It would start with Marinette not even quite noticing that he's not showing up anymore in the beginning, but at one point after the 4th or 5th battle it just hits her that she has absolutely no idea where Chat Noir IS. And unlike Su-Han Marinette doesn't think Chat would just take the miraculous and go away doing whatever he wants with it, so with each passing battle where she still hears NOTHING from Chat Noir she would naturally get WORRIED. For all she knows something could have happened to him, he could be hospitalized right now (at least she would know that ShadowMoth hasn't found him (eeeeehhh gurl) because ShadowMoth isn't provocating or challenging her with the Ring of destruction, something Bitchmoth would do right away.)

But when Chat Noir then suddenly returns midbattle Marinette, as always, struggles with being open with her emotions. The only reason why she was able to so it so easily in "Ephemeral" was because she thought it would be immediately undone.

But even in "Ephemeral" when Marinette sees that she is cruelly baiting Chat Noir into agreeing to a solution of a legitimate issue that will be undone and left unresolved again because that wasn't her plan in the first place, she knows she is going too far with this, turns around to not having to face him and redirects her true reasoning for the genuine words she just said to having been about a plan to get the upper hand and defeat ShadowMoth quicker

Which had... absolutely NOTHING to do with what the fuck she just said. Marinette, that redirection was one seriously pathetic attempt at saving yourself from your genuine feelings. Just saying xD

Anyway. The same way Marinette made her genuine concern of something happening to Chat Noir in his civilian life and her just... not knowing, not being able to do anything, about ShadowMoths defeat in "Ephemeral", something similar could be happening in "Kuro Neko". That Marinette was incredibly worried about him but when he then actually stood in front of her she redirected the reasoning for her upset feelings to be the battles to not having to face those feelings.

But not facing her emotions properly and lashing out at him instead caused Chat Noir to give up his ring for good, which may "solve" the problem she gave, of him not being there to help her in battle, but her actual issue had now become actual reality. Chat Noir is now ONLY a civilian anymore and she doesn't know who he was; she will never know if anything would ever happen to him or ever see him again.

If THIS is the angle from which Ladybug wants Chat Noir to have the ring back in the end, because despite liking CatWalker she confronts her actual feelings which CatWalkers presence won't fix, no matter how useful he is in battle, then I won't complain.

THIS I can get behind. If it's something like this I will be happy.

[magicalmadrigals]

Preparations - Julistin One-shot

If you cannot tell, I had no idea what to entitle this and so this is what you get. I hope you all like the contents though, this is inspired by a draft I found on my pc!

Resting a hand against the wall for a second when the room began to spin again and she felt a dizziness come over her, Julieta closed her eyes with a groan and allowed herself a moment to take some slow breaths with the hope it would help. She had been feeling like this since the start of the week, under the weather and as though she could faint at any second given her level of dizziness, but she had succeeded in keeping how she was truly feeling from her familia for the moment.

Now, if only she could keep up the act until the wedding celebrations came to an end and Dolores and Mariano left to go on their honeymoon. It was only another three days and she had pushed through the past four, so how hard could it be?

Once her head felt clearer and she was sure she would be able to stand unaided without keeling over, she headed back to the table to go on working on the cake. Dolores never did anything by half, so it came as no surprise to her when the girl found her and showed her the plans she came up with. She wanted eight layers, all of them chocolate, with a miniature bride and groom on top and intricate gold detailing over the icing. Not being one to turn down a challenge when it was on her doorstep, she agreed to do it then and there but had since come to see she had terribly underestimated just how much work was going to have to go into it.

All eight layers were baked and stored away, ready to be stacked when the time came, but her feeling unwell had slowed her down and there was still so much to get done with so little time to do it in. Antonio, bless him, had given up his whole afternoon to help her bake a few days ago - though he had done more licking of the bowls and utensils than actual baking - and she appreciated it more than she could put into words, but what she seriously needed was another three arms and something to put a spring back in her step. Her husband would suggest that she made something, to use it to feel better, but she decided long ago not to do that.

Her wonderful gift was given to her so she could help others, to be of service to those around her when they were in need, and she felt it would be more than wrong for her to use it for her own gain. No, she would simply have to wait it out.

Continuing to work on the buttercream that she prayed would hold all the layers in place, she added some sugar to the butter and vanilla extract in the bowl and started to mix it all together, but she had barely any time to get stuck in because her esposo soon came walking into the room. “Leave that until the morning and come to bed, mi amor, before you make yourself sick,” He told her while walking over to the table. “I know this is important to you and you have a lot to get done before the wedding, but you need to sleep. I can ask Mira to help you tomorrow.”

“I can manage,” She shook her head. “You go up, I’ll be there in un minuto.”

“Un minuto in your world is an hour in mine,” He smirked, wandering around the table before taking the bowl from her with one hand and running the other over her curls, the two of them sharing a smile when she gazed up into his eyes. “Am I going to have to carry you up to bed? Or are you going to do as I ask, hmm?”

Turning to him, she brought a hand to his chest through his nightshirt. “Honestly, I would love to ask you to carry me because you make it sound so romantic. I unfortunately remember ending up on the ground when you attempted to do that on our wedding night, so it may be safer for the both of us if I just walk there.”

“Good point,” He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Come on, hermosa. Bedtime.”

Nodding, she let allowed him to take the bowl from the table and followed him to the refrigerator before he put it inside and took her by the hand so he could lead her from la cocina. It took them seconds to creep upstairs to the upper level and make their way to their bedroom and when they entered she headed straight for the wardrobe. “I have no idea why Dolores wanted such a big cake because we are never going to eat it all,” She told him as she chose a nightgown and began changing into it. “It seems like such a waste to me, that’s all, it’s so much work.”

“You know abuela will give whatever is spare to those in town,” Agustin reminded her as he climbed into bed, smiling as he watched her do the same while pulling the pins from her hair and shaking her head to free her curls. He got comfortable and let her cuddle up to him once she laid down, one hand running up and down her back and the other combing through her hair. Neither of them said a word as they laid there a while, but soon he could take it no more and he sighed. “I know you hate it when I fuss, but I wish you would just tell me you’re not feeling good.”

She looked up at him. “Hmm?”

“Juli, I know you,” He whispered, pulling her closer. “I know when you’re unwell.”

“Ay Agustin, you make it sound as though I’m about to drop dead.”

“I...I just worry about you, that’s all.”

Cuddling closer to him beneath the quilt, she tangled a leg with his and stretched up to kiss him on the cheek. “I know you do, but there is seriously no need,” She told him. “If it helps put your mind at ease, I will ask Mira to assist me tomorrow.”

“Gracias,” He smiled. “You aren’t a machine, you need to ask for help at times.”

“I just feel I should be able to manage.” She muttered.

“You do. You are the most capable person I have ever known, I mean that.”

“I love you so much, Gus.” 

“And I love you,” He assured her. “Now, how about we try and get some sleep?”

“You know,” She chuckled. “I think that might be the best idea you ever had...”

[into-the-daniverse]

GLAM! | 🍋 | Rodrigo x Dasa

For Day 2 of @the-midsummer-masquerade​​.

In which, after Dasa has a run-in with a certain distasteful former Count, Rodrigo tries to make it up to them.

Prompt(s) used: Exhibitionism Title: GLAM! by Allie X

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Rodrigo hummed to himself as he stood alone on one of the palace’s balconies, listening absentmindedly to the music coming from inside, breathing in the fresh air. Tapping his painted nails on the cool stone, he waited for Dasa to rejoin him—as they had left to get the both of them drinks—and he could go back to looking at them as he had all day the day before and as he planned to continue doing every single day of the masquerade.

Already he craved the feeling of their lingerie, lacey and soft, under his fingertips—even the leather of their boot on his chest, anything was better than touching only cold stone railings. Pouting slightly, he had just closed his eyes to picture his lover standing next to him again when the door to the balcony was thrown open.

Blinking in surprise, Rodrigo turned towards the door just as Dasa came storming out, and before he could greet them, they shoved a glass of alcohol into his hand, fuming.

“I can’t believe you slept with that disgusting freak. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Rodrigo furrowed his eyebrows together, tilting his head to the side. “Who are you talking about?”

Dasa rolled their eyes, and grabbed the drink from his hand, chugging it all in one go, ignoring his quiet protest of an indignant hey until they were finished, and pushed the glass back into his chest. “His Highness spent the last who fucking knows how long harassing me, even after I dumped wine all over him. I’m going to run him through with my knife. You didn't tell me he's slimy.”

It took Rodrigo a few seconds to connect the dots, looking sadly at his now empty glass, but when he realized who they were talking about—the former count Lucio, as sleazy and disgusting as they came, he supposed—he looked back up at them. “Do you want me to go kick his ass? We could do it together; it'd probably be fun."

They let out a dry laugh, taking a step back from him to breathe deeply. “Yeah, I'm sure you'd get off on that, wouldn't you? Is greasy your type?”

He pouted again, but just took a step closer. “I don’t know, you’re my type. What does that make you then?”

“Well, apparently my type is sleeping on the deck when we get back." They squinted their eyes at him, and even though they were clearly still angry, he could hear a teasing hint in their voice.

Wrapping his arms around them, he pulled them to his chest, pout growing a little more pitiful. “It’s only day two, mi amor, can’t I make it up to you before then?”

Their hands resting on his chest, they hummed in thought. “It better be really good.”

Pout turning into a warm smile, he leaned down towards them. “Of course, tesoro.” Letting his eyes slide shut as he kissed them, he let out a soft, happy sound before pulling back. Their expression had softened a little, and they sighed, jumping up into his arms so he had to rest his hands on their ass to hold them up, their legs around his waist.

“Seriously, though, him? What even was the appeal for you?"

He shrugged, thinking back to how it felt to have sex with the man in question, which, as far as he could recall, it had been mundane. But, still… “There was something about fucking a man who had fucked over so many other people in his life. It was an intriguing challenge. Plus he was a very fun brat.”

They leaned down to start trailing their lips over his neck, and he instinctively tilted his head back, eyelashes fluttering. "If he wasn't so ugly, I’d almost agree with you. I forgive you. Though I can't promise I won't get us kicked out of the event if he shows his face near me again."

“What would you do to him if you saw him again?”

Dasa paused abruptly, pulling back from kissing his neck to fix him with an incredulous look. “Seriously, is this doing it for you?”

“I’m just curious!” Rodrigo frowned at them. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to do something he’d actually enjoy, like being cut up with one of your knives or stepped on. He’s very into both of those things.”

“Ew,” they said, disgusted. “Stop talking about it. I don't need that image in my head."

He laughed lightly and pulled them back to him to kiss their cheek. “Okay, I’ll stop. Should we go back inside to try and find a different image to put in your head?”

They stared at him, a wicked grin spreading across their face before they leaned down to nip at his jaw and neck, trailing up to his ear. A shiver went down his spine, and he bit his lip as their teeth grazed his earlobe. “Is this you trying to make it up to me?” He whimpered, just barely, and their laugh felt warm on his ear. “Hm... Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll use my knife on you instead."

Swallowing to clear his throat, Drigo squeezed their ass and murmured back. “You promise, tesoro?”

“Will you beg me if I don’t?”

Yes, he would, of course, he would. “Would you like that better?”

As if they could hear what he had been truly thinking, they laughed again. “Maybe a little. I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

He turned his head to look at them through his eyelashes, tilting up to brush his lips against theirs. “I can’t wait.”

They smiled as they closed the gap between them, kissing him deeply, their arms wrapped around his shoulders. He closed his eyes, kissing them back, his hands holding tightly to their ass, squeezing when one of their hands tangled in his hair, tugging at his curls. Everything else faded away, the sounds of the masquerade, the other people out on the balcony with them, none of it existed to him anymore as he melted into them. Soft moans left his lips as they kissed, and when Dasa finally pulled away, he felt lightheaded, breathless, and missing their kiss as soon as it was gone.

“Do you want to get a new drink?” They asked, voice soft. “Since I drank all of yours before.”

He just nodded, stealing one more kiss from them before adjusting his grip on their ass and starting to walk towards the door.

Dasa had started trying to pull away, but when he began to walk, they wrapped around him again. “What are you doing? Let me down.”

He pouted, still walking. “Why can’t I hold you?”

“People are staring.”

He didn’t have to look at them to know their cheeks were turning pink, but he did anyway, and just gave them a warm smile. “Tesoro, that’s kind of the point of this entire event, is it not?” Glancing around them, he could see that people were indeed staring, and he felt a little smug. “Besides, you’re worth staring at.”

The blush on Dasa’s cheeks darkened and they looked away from him, instead turning their embarrassed anger towards the people watching them. “What the fuck are you staring at?”

Rodrigo’s grin grew as the people scattered, heads abruptly turning out of fear. He always found it incredibly sexy, how intimidating his lover could be to others. He even found them intimidating at times, but in the best way possible.

As they walked inside, Dasa made no move to leave his arms, but they huffed, looking back at him. “You won’t be able to hold a drink this way.”

“You could hold it for me.”

“I could drink it for you, too—” They cut off as people narrowly avoided running into them down the halls, grip on his shoulders tightening. “Can you even see where you’re going?”

“I can see just fine,” he lied.

As they almost walked right into another group of people Dasa dug their nails into his shoulders. “Okay, stop, stop.”

Rodrigo came to an abrupt stop in the hallway, looking up at them. “What is it, tesoro?”

“Do you really need to carry me?”

He pouted a little. “Do you not want me to?”

They sighed, tugging at a curl on the base of his neck. “It doesn’t have the same payoff as when Jima does it, I’ll be honest.” An offended gasp sprung out of his lips, and his pout only deepened. But before he could complain, Dasa shushed him. “Let me get on your back instead, if it's that important. That way you can at least see where you're going, okay?"

He grumbled a bit, but nodded, and let them get down. Once they were adjusted on his back instead, they pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, and he perked back up again, continuing to walk through the halls of the palace.

They hadn’t gone far when a loud cheer pulled his attention down another hallway, and he started walking away from the drinks.

“You don’t want to get a drink anymore?” Dasa asked.

“We can get drinks in a moment. I want to check this out first.”

Following the noise of a crowd, Rodrigo walked them into a large room, just as gilded as the rest of the palace was, but with the glitziest, gaudiest chair he had ever seen smack in the middle of it. Lucio’s former throne room, he assumed, an assumption that was only proven correct when he saw what the crowd was cheering about. There was a large chest that someone must have broken into, as it was full to the brim with old, just as glitzy and gaudy crowns that the crowd was passing around, letting everyone try the former Count’s crowns on.

Rodrigo’s eyes lit up, and just as Dasa slid off his back, he ran over to the chest, eager to pick out a crown for himself to wear. Once he settled on one, he walked back over to where Dasa was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over their chest.

“Look, tesoro.”

They looked at the crown, and then their unimpressed gaze slide back up to his face. “That is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s perfect for you.”

He frowned, pulling the crown away and setting it on his head. “You’re just jealous you don’t have one.”

They raised an eyebrow at him, a look startlingly similar to ones he had received from Jacqui for countless years, and he huffed, ignoring them to adjust the crown on his head over his curls. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw that the throne was empty, everyone else much more focused on the crowns, and turned back to Dasa, excitement renewed, and grabbed their hand.

“Let’s go look!”

Ignoring the snide comments they made as they were dragged along, Rodrigo pulled them to the throne and sat down, tugging them into his lap to straddle him.

Dasa frowned. “I’m not fucking you here.”

Rodrigo pouted a little but just shook his head, wrapping his arms around them. “I just wanted you to sit with me. Pretend we’re some ruling couple looking out at all the people under us. You’d look good in a crown, mi amor.”

“You'd be a terrible ruler,” they said, voice flat. “Jima's basically the captain as it is."

His pout grew. “Okay, fine. We can all three rule and you and Jacqui will just do the hard work while I look pretty on the throne.”

They cupped his face in his hands, and his pout faded away as they leaned in closer to him. Their lips were almost brushing, his eyes sliding shut, when they pulled back. “No.”

His own request already forgotten, he just leaned back towards them, giving them a pleading look. “Please?”

They gave him a questioning look. “Please, what?”

“Kiss me?”

Their golden eyes darkened, and they hummed. “Where?”

His mind blanked for a moment as he realized they were giving him options. He cleared his throat, speaking softly, his hands resting on their back. “Anywhere. I just want to feel your lips on my skin, tesoro.”

“Do you think you’ve earned it?”

He nodded, running his hand over their spine gently. “I think so.”

Eyes sliding shut, Dasa sighed when his hand moved over their spine, rolling their hips forward a little and pressed back into his touch. Spurred on, Rodrigo kept tracing their back, biting his lip when they moved their hips, watching them through his eyelashes. After a moment, they kissed him, and he moaned into the kiss, pulling them as close to him as he could.

He could feel the eyes of almost everyone in the throne room on the both of them, but he was so focused on feeling their body under his fingers, their lips against his, that he didn’t care who was watching, or not watching. Eventually, Dasa pulled back with a laugh and a slightly mischievous look on their face.

“Do you think Lucio would be pissed we fucked on his chair?”

Brown eyes widening, Rodrigo felt his dick twitch in his pants, the leather growing tighter. He nodded, a sly smirk spreading across his face, and he leaned forward to kiss their neck. “Oh, he’d be furious.”

They laughed again, tilting their head back to give him better access as he kissed them, their hands pulling his arms tighter around them. He dragged his tongue over an existing mark on their neck, one he hadn’t left, and worked on making it darker, deeper, sucking his own mark into their skin. That pulled a moan from their lips, and they started grinding their hips against him. Satisfied by their reaction, he bit down on their shoulder, and they gasped, their head falling back. Their nails dug into his skin, and he started moving his hips with theirs.

When they brought their head back up, their hair had started falling into their eyes, and they were looking at him intensely. “I know I said I wouldn’t fuck you here…” He felt his breath catch as their eyes darkened. “But maybe I can be persuaded.”

Rodrigo nipped gently under their jaw before kissing them deeply, tugging on their bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away, murmuring against their mouth. “I’m pretty good at persuasion.”

Dasa looked at him, already a little disheveled. “Well?”

He didn’t make them wait a moment more, mouth back on their neck, kissing and sucking down to their collarbone, as one of his hands slid under their top, cupping and squeezing their breast. A light laugh escaped them as he started worshipping them, but they tilted their head back to give him better access and pushed their chest into his hand. When he was satisfied with the marks he had left on their neck, he moved to capture their lips again in a rough, passionate kiss.

Feeling their hands start to work on the tie of his pants, he pulled back enough to whisper: “I thought I was supposed to be persuading you, mi amor.”

They gave him a sly look. “You weren’t doing a very good job.”

“You seemed to enjoy it well enough,” he said, frowning.

“I could stop.”

As their hands stilled, Rodrigo felt a burst of desperation. “No, no, tesoro. Don’t stop.”

“Well.” They reached up to brush some hair out of his eyes, lips turning up at the corners. “Now I want you to beg.”

He pouted, but leaned forward, his hands falling to their waist. “Please, mi amor. I want to feel your mouth around me, I want to fuck you in this fancy-ass chair, please,” he murmured.

They threw their head back in a laugh for a moment before kissing him. “You want me to suck you off?” they asked in a teasing voice.

He pursed his lips and looked up at them through his eyelashes. “Please?”

"I'll need you to do something for me first. What do you think?"

“What is it?”

A very sly smile spread across their face. “Tell me this is the ugliest chair you've ever seen. That it's gaudy. And that we can change our bedsheets to purple."

Rodrigo’s mouth fell open. “Really? That’s what you want?”

“If it’s too much…” Dasa trailed off, starting to take his hands off of their waist, still looking entirely too sly.

“No.” He huffed, holding them tighter. “We can change our bedsheets to purple. And… this is a gaudy chair.”

They waited, and when he didn’t say anything else, they hummed in disapproval. “That’s not everything.”

“But, tesoro, I like it,” he whined.

“Okay,” they said with a shrug. Once they started to pull his hands off of them again, he felt that sting of desperation again, only more intense.

“No, no, no, fine.” He dug his fingers into their waist. “It’s ugly.”

Dasa let out a smug giggle and kissed him deeply before he could complain. He melted immediately into their kiss and moaned when he felt them finish undoing the tie of his pants, pulling his dick out into their hands.

“That’s it,” they murmured when he moaned, and when they pulled away, they were staring at him intensely with their eyes dark. “Let me down.”

He nodded, letting go of their waist, watching with wide eyes as they slid out of his lap, between his legs. Their eyes were on his dick, and they kissed around it before taking it into their mouth. His breath stuttered, and he moaned as he felt the warmth of their mouth on him. “Fuck, tesoro,” he whimpered as their tongue flicked over his tip, black lipstick already smeared around their lips. “That feels so good.”

He reached out to rest his hand on their head, threading his fingers through their hair, but as soon as he did, their eyes flicked up to his, and they took his entire length down their throat, nose pressed to his stomach. Throwing his head back, he let out a loud, strained moan, tugging at their hair, and clenched his other hand into a fist on the arm of the throne.

Just when he thought he was about to come, they pulled off of his dick. Looking up at him, they nuzzled against his length and shook their head. “Not yet.”

Chest heaving, Rodrigo tightened his grip in their hair. “Please.”

“Please?” Their face darkened, and they slowly pumped him with their hand. “Maybe I should take my time with you.”

Swallowing hard, he whined at them again, not even caring if anyone else could hear how desperate he was for them to continue. “You have all week to take your time with me, tesoro, why does it have to be now?”

"Can you blame me? You're just so pretty when you fall apart."

A warm blush spread across his cheeks at the rare compliment, softening his frustration. “I love when you make me fall apart, mi amor, but maybe we can do it again later?” He tucked some hair that had come loose from their buns behind their ears as he spoke, and watched as their own expression softened a bit, staring up at him.

Before he could say anything else, their mouth was on him again, and he hurriedly dug his fingers into their hair again, tugging roughly as they took him down their throat. He came almost instantly, but they didn’t stop, continuing to suck around him, bringing him closer to overstimulation.

“Oh, tesoro,” he moaned, head thrown back, moving his hips with them as they built him up to another orgasm. “Don’t stop.”

They hummed around him, sending vibrations all over his dick, and his legs trembled on either side of their face. It didn’t take him long to come again, his cry echoing across the throne room, and this time, Dasa pulled off of his dick, swallowing his cum while staring at him.

For a moment, the two just looked at each other, both breathless, chests heaving, sweat beading on their skin. Then Rodrigo reached down to pull them back up into his lap and kissed them deeply, his arms wrapped around them, one hand tangled in their hair.

When he pulled away, still needing to catch his breath, he noticed their hair had come completely undone from his tugging, hanging in messy waves around their face, black lipstick still smeared around their chin and cheeks. Distantly, he was sure he had some of that on his face as well, from kissing them, but he didn’t care. Instead, he reached out to try and wipe some of it off from around their mouth with his other hand.

“Oh, tesoro, I’m sorry.”

Dasa opened their mouth and took his finger inside, sucking on it for a moment before letting go. "You're more sorry about my hair than you are about fucking the slimiest man in all of Vesuvia.” They said dryly, but with a small smile on their lips. “At least you're consistent."

“I guess I just care about you more.”

“Mm, is that so?” They slid their hips forward, rubbing against his dick, wrapping their arms around his shoulders to lift the crown off of his head.

He watched them with a lovesick smile, not making any move to stop them, only moaning when they rubbed against him. “M-mhm.”

They threw the crown to the side, but Rodrigo didn’t have time to register it clattering to the floor before Dasa was kissing him again. Their arms tightened around his shoulders, one hand playing with the ends of his hair as they continued to move their hips to rub against him. He still had his hand in their hair, and his other hand came to their back, rubbing up and down their spine.

After a few minutes of kissing them and feeling his dick start to harden again, he pulled back to look at them. “Are you feeling persuaded, tesoro?”

In response, they kissed him again, biting at his bottom lip and tugging roughly on it before pulling away, giving him an intense, challenging look. “Why don’t you find out?”

That, he could do, and he kissed them again, eyes closing, everything else completely fading out of his consciousness except them, and how good it felt to be holding them in his arms and feeling nothing else but their body against his.

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NSFW Valentines request: Y/n and Sero had just been out on a date. When they got home, Sero decided to tape Y/n’s arms to the headboard. I’m sure you know where this is going.. (Dominant Sero but since it’s Valentine’s Day he’s slightly more gentle.)

Reader: Male

Thanks and Happy Valentine’s Day to you! ❤️

Oooh sounds awesome! I’ve never (ever) written for Sero before, so I’m excited by this new challenge! I actually really liked how this turned out, so if you want a part two, feel free and let me know when requests open again (which will be in a few days)

💖Valentine’s Day Special💖

Sticky Situations; Sero x Male Reader

Genre: smutty smut

Type: oneshot

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: making out, bondage, quirk play, daddy kink (it’s technically Papi, but whatever lol), prince kink, blowjobs, brat play, spitting, cum play

Other: I’m so sorry this took so long to come out, I admit I was watching anime. Death Note totally isn’t creepy at all. Also, I do like the headcanon that Sero is Hispanic, but I myself don’t speak Spanish and I had to use google translate. If anything if translated incorrectly, please let me know and I will change it. Also, I call my grandpa Papi, so I kept being reminded of him when I wrote this, and it felt super weird lmao

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Valentine’s Day was always fun, even when you were single. Mostly because you could bully tease all the simps in relationships. However, Valentine’s Day was even more fun when you were in a relationship.

Gone were the days where you would state that you’d never ever date.

I mean- most of those days you’d say you’d never date a girl.

You’ve kept that promise thus far.

You and Hanta Sero had been going out for about four or five months now, and you’d been looking forward to Valentine’s Day with your boyfriend. You took him on a date to a cute cafe, then took a walk in the nearby park. 

If anyone looked your way, it had to have been obvious that you were dating. You were holding hands, laughing and giggling together, and Sero couldn’t stop himself from pressing countless kisses to your face and hands.

It was a little embarrassing when a little kid shouted “EEWW THEY’RE IN LOO-OOVE!! HAHA!” However, the two of you just kissed again to piss him off.

Your jaw was aching from all the smiling by the time you got back home. Stomach in loops from all the laughter.

“Hanta! You know you can’t bully a five-year-old!” You laughed, pushing the keys into the door.

“I wasn’t bullying him, I was just- ah- showing him that I love you! C’mon, you can forgive that, right, Mi Amor?”

“Hanta, don’t pull the ‘Mi Amor’ on me, kids are still kids.” You waved your finger in his face jokingly, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

“Kids may still be kids, but Y/n’s are still sexy~” he grinned, placing his head on top of yours (he’s so freakin tall).

“Oh my goodness, Hanta! You horny bastard,”you laughed, shutting the door behind you. You felt Hanta’s hands curl around your waist, tugging you close to him.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling a little and moving towards the kitchen, Hanta’s arms still around you. He waddled behind you like a lost puppy, insistent on keeping the physical contact. 

“We should relax...” he muttered in your ear. 

“Hanta, ‘relaxing’ to you is fucking me until I can’t think.” you commented, booping his nose. Despite your words, your body was headed towards the bedroom. 

“Yeah? And? You don’t have to do shit, just relax and take it baby~” he murmured as the two of you found the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. In an instant, he had you pushed up against the wall, pressing his lips against your neck and chin, sucking your skin into his mouth to give you some visible hickies.

“Mm- you’re lucky your handsome, tape-boy~” you teased, smirking up at him. “lucky I’m so fucking horny~” your hands caressed down his sides and stomach, finding their way to his pants, cupping his crotch.

“Watch where you’re touching, Querido~” he purred in your ear. 

“Yeah, I’m watching, Papi~” your boyfriend’s eyebrows quirked upwards, tugging your arms upwards. You felt something cold and sticky on your wrists, tightening around your skin. He fucking taped you. “Ah- Hanta! Seriously? Today’s supposed to be sweet, not kinky~!” you kept up your smug act, despite the uncomfortable tightness in your pants.

“Drop the vanilla act, Principe. You can’t call me Papi then pretend you want it gentle.” his hands were woven in your shirt, and his words fell straight gay to your dick. He pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top of you and unbuttoning your shirt. You bit your lip, still grinning like a top despite your sticky situation. 

“I ain’t dropping anything anytime soon~” you cooed, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your clothed dick up against his. “Come on, Papi, I’m hard as shit right now, you gonna do something about it?” you felt his growl before you heard it, his hand gripping your jaw and tugging it up to his face, his lips inches away from yours.

“You need to shut your fucking mouth, or I’ll use it for something better.” you gulped, nodding as best you could with your face in his hand. Your grin had fallen, but a nasty smirk was plastered on his face, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I’m sorry, Papi, please touch me,” you whined, and he let go of your face, setting your head down on the soft pillows. He undid your belt, and you lifted your hips so he could pull them down.

“That’s a good boy, asking Papi nicely for your pleasure~” he purred like a cat, palming your growing hard-on through your boxers. Your breath hitched, trying to pull out of the tape on your wrists so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

Hanta noticed, pushing your arms up and quickly taping you to the headboard. You whined, complaining loudly about the excess bondage. You wanted to touch him, wanted to run your hands through his hair and scratch up his back.

“Enough of the brattyness.” he growled again, hand smacking against your thigh. “You want your dick sucked or fucking not?” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please I do want my dick sucked! Please make me feel good, Papi, I won’t complain again I’m sorry~”

“Buen Chico, Good boy~” his hand finally dipped into your boxers, pulling your cock out. You sucked in a hiss as his long fingers wrapped around your base, slowly jerking you off. “You were right, Principe, you are hard as shit right now. That’s all cause of me~?”

“F-fuck! Cocky bastard-” you grunted, pulling against your restraints as your boyfriend tugged on your dick.

“I think I reserve the right to be a bit... cocky. ‘Specially considering the circumstances~” you opened your mouth to spit another bratty insult at him, but he shut you up before you could get the chance. His lips pressed against yours, and his tongue halfway down your throat. You groaned into the kiss, hips bucking up into his touch.

He pulled away from you, a string of saliva still connecting your tongues. His hand found your face again, holding your jaw and forcing your mouth to remain open as he spat into your maw. 

You instinctively swallowed, looking up at him helplessly. Was it possible to get any more turned on? You were literally taped to the bed with your hot as fuck boyfriend hovering over you, jerking you off and spitting in your mouth. 

He pressed kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach before he finally finally reached your throbbing dick. He pressed his tongue flat against the underside, dragging it up to the tip and suckling on it a little. You grunted again, bucking up to try and get him to take in more. He pulled of, letting out a small huff of disappointment.

“Really, baby? I thought at this point you’d recognize that you’re not in control. I am in control.” you whined at his evil grin. You were so fucking wrong. With Hanta, there was always room to be more turned on.

“Yes! You’re in control!” you cried out, “You control my body, Hanta! Please please please suck my dick! Please make me feel good! I’m your good boy, right? Tu Buen Chico!”

“That’s right, Mi Chico, un Buen Chico~” he purred, finally taking your throbbing cock into his mouth and sucking. Your eyes rolled back, head flopping limply onto the pillows with a loud moan. 

“Fu-uck!” you whimpered, he had so much talent, tongue swirling around your tip as he tugged on your balls. Bobbing up and down your length and deep-throating you with ease. “Hanta, Papi! Please it feels so good!”

He hummed around your dick in approval, grinding his hips against the mattress as he continued to suck you off. He loved the cute noises you made, enjoying every dirty word that spilled from your mouth.

This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten a blowjob from him, but he seemed to get better at it every time, using your reactions as data to improve his skills. The first time he sucked you off, he was inexperienced, and you didn’t cum. Now, he had you cumming in less than five minutes.

Most days, he’d edge you. Keeping you from cumming until you were in tears, at which point he’d finally prep and fuck you. But today was Valentine’s Day, a day to appreciate your lovers, romantic or otherwise, so he decided he’d be nice and let you cum.

“God- fuck it feels so good! I wanna cum, please let me cum, Papi!” You looked down your chest at your man, he looked up with you, not pulling off of you, instead, he sped up, swallowing around you. 

Usually, he’d pull off and tease you, deny your poor little dick of it’s orgasm before going back down on you, so his continuance was a pleasant surprise. You arched you back, squirming as your legs twitched.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Hanta~” you cried, bucking up into his mouth a few times as you leaked your cum into his mouth. He finally pulled off of you, stroking you a little more to encourage more to shoot out on his face. 

Finally, he let go, and you flopped back into the mattress. You felt the bed’s weight shift as Hanta crawled over you, lifting your face by your chin. You felt your face heat up at the sight of him. There were lines of cum on his cheek, lip, and a little on his chin. Then he let his mouth fall open, your cum dribbling off his tongue and past his lips.

You opened your mouth out of instinct, letting him spit your cum into your mouth. His face dipped down, lips pressing against yours as he fed more semen into your mouth with his tongue. You let out soft mewls into his mouth in return. He separated, rubbing your cheek with his thumb gently.

“Don’t you fucking dare swallow.” his voice was commanding, contra(dick)ting the sweet look on his face. His tongue darted out, licking up as much spare cum as he could as he sat back on his haunches.

Hanta was still dressed, hard on evident in his pants as he rolled his hips against yours. Your breath hitched and you tugged on your restrains. You wanted to protest against him, but you couldn’t without swallowing what was in your mouth, and you weren’t exactly in the mood for a punishment.

“We’re in for a long night, Mi Buen Principe~” he smirked.

Oh shit.

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"....So I Married A Murderer" *Chapter 4*

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Look I know I'm not helping myself with the Olivia stans, but in my defense this is a totally legitimate situation. And valid feelings towards Olivia given said situation. I'm not saying she's actually the bad guy here, but from an outsider's prospective without having actually seen what Lewis did to her, it's really just Olivia's hearsay. Am I wrong?!

That being said you know she's always gotta have that thing for Rafa, wedging her way in there. I'm sorry, it has to happen.

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“Uh, who is it?” Rafael called through the door, still panting from the work out his was mouth was getting.

“It’s me,” Olivia’s voice came back through.

“Shit…” Rafael pushed you off him and straightened himself up. You had never seen him ‘jump’ so fast when someone beckoned. Then again you hadn’t really seen him at work; but you thought he’d be more dominant than he was acting.

“Come in,” He instructed as he smoothed out his suit. Olivia opened the door and walked in, her face went from a smile to a scowl when she saw you standing there.

“Is this…?” She eyed you.

“Olivia this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” He gestured to you.

You had to smile, even though you were severely uncomfortable with the awkward exchange and introductions. You really hadn’t heard Rafael ever introduce you to anyone, let alone as his girlfriend. And also, you were relieved he still thought of you as such. Although you weren’t really sure how long that was going to last.

“Oh she’s your girlfriend now?” Olivia crossed her arms, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. What was her problem?

“What are you talking about Liv?” Rafael took your hand defensively. “She’s always been my girlfriend, you know that,”

“Uh huh and now that she’s in cahoots with Lewis?”

“Cahoots,” You snickered, causing the both of them to give you a look. “What? It’s a funny word…” You now looked at the floor in embarrassment. Excuse you for trying to lighten the mood.

“She’s not in ‘cahoots’ with Lewis…” He assured Olivia, then turned to you. “Are you, carino?”

“Uh…” How were you supposed to answer that? Obviously you weren’t helping him plan his next murder, but you also came down here with the specific intent to defend him to Rafael. Your pause gave both Rafael and Olivia concern.

“Y/N…” Rafael said more seriously, dropping your hand.

“Well…” You tugged at your blazer. “I’m not helping plan any murders, if that’s what you’re saying,”

“Oh my god…” Rafael muttered, looking away from you.

“Raff, look--”

“No no no,” Olivia now stepped in between the two of you. “No ‘Raff’, lady,” She glared at you.

“Excuse the hell out of you, woman,” You glared right back.

“If you’re planning on helping that monster with anything--” Olivia got in your face.

“Why is he a monster?” You stepped right into her, not afraid of her tough guy act.

“Excuse me?” Oliva narrowed her eyes harder.

“I want to hear in specific details, just exactly why you think he’s a monster,” You challenged her.

“Wha--?” She looked at Rafael in disbelief. “Because he kidnapped me? Tortured me? Almost killed me?!”

“From what I saw you almost killed him, Ms. Benson,” You said snidely.

“Excuse me?” Olivia was stunned at your defiance.

“I saw the scars on his face, and his damaged ear. He’s partially deaf now, because of you,” You explained.

“Wow…” Olivia exhaled sarcastically. “WOW….”

“Y/N,” Rafael’s voice softened. “No offense but, you don’t know what you’re talking about--”

“Are they fake?” You asked.

“What?” He replied quizzically.

“The scars,” you clarified. “Are they fake?”

“Well no, but--”

“So she did beat him within an inch of his life?” You gestured towards Olivia.

“I HAD TO!!!” Olivia screamed.

“BULLSHIT!!!!!!” You screamed back at her.

“Y/N!” Rafael yelled, trying to get your attention over the screaming.

“You’re telling me, that once you got him unconscious,” You narrowed your eyes. “Which, let’s be real would only take a few blows to the head, if not just one,”

Olivia exhaled again, crossing her arms and looking away from you as you approached her slowly.

“That you couldn’t have just-- I don’t know, run away? Gotten help?” You got even closer, lowering your voice to a growl. “That you just had to beat my husband to all hell?”

“Y/N…” Rafael’s voice sounded hurt now, hearing you call Lewis your husband.

“Yes,” Olivia stuck to her guns.

“You’re a fucking liar,” You resisted the urge to spit in her face as you backed away from her.

“You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you Barba?” Olivia scoffed.

You suddenly remembered Rafael being in the room, hearing you defend Bobby like that. You turned to see him with tears in his eyes, betrayal on his face.

“Y/N you need to leave,” Rafael said in a soft but terse tone.

“No,” You crossed your arms now. You did feel bad that you were turning on him, but if he was going to defend this bitch just because she was his friend, you were angry at him too.

“Rafael,” You lowered your voice but kept your anger. “Look you weren’t there. You’re just taking her word for it--”

“And you’re just taking Lewis’s word for it!” Rafael didn't falter

“Because he was my HUSBAND!” You exclaimed angrily. If he wasn't backing down, neither were you.

“She’s my BEST FRIEND!!!” He argued,

“Oh is she? Now she’s your best friend? Because that’s not what you said the other night. Or were you lying to me?” You now were starting to doubt anything he said to you.

“W-What?” Olivia said softly, making Rafael turn to her sadly. Now she had the betrayed look on her face.

“A I told you not to tell her, and B--” He paused as he walked over to Liv with a pathetic look before turning back to you. “I thought you were.”

“You thought I was?” You bit your lip, afraid of what was coming.

“Y/N if you’re going to...to choose that monster over me, how the fuck am I supposed to consider you a friend?”

“I’m not ‘choosing’ him Rafael,” Angry tears stung your eyes. “You KNOW she’s lying! It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Look you weren’t there either Y/N,” Rafael said sternly. “You don’t know the kind of trauma he put her through--”

“So that makes it okay?” You challenged him, still glaring at Olivia. “Last time I checked, the NYPD wasn’t built on ‘Marshall Law’,”

“It wasn’t--” Rafael started.

“I didn’t kill him!” Olivia defended herself.

“Oh gee detective, how kind of you,” You mocked her. “You let him live with severe deficits because-- what? He wouldn’t sleep with you? Because you had a bad trip?”

“THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!!!” Olivia charged you, and before Rafael could do anything she was on top of you, slapping the shit out of you.

“OLIVIA!!!!” Rafael screamed before immediately pulling Olivia off of you. You stood up in shock and anger, your face hot and swelling from her hands across it.

“...And you’re going to believe THAT, over Billy?” You gestured to Olivia.

“Alright that was a little much--” He conceded to Olivia's little stunt.

A LITTLE MUCH?!” You now screamed while stomping your foot. “I didn’t even do anything to her, and she ATTACKED me!”

“You were cornering her--” He kept making excuses for her.

“You’re still defending her,” You laughed dryly, tears apparent in your voice. “She just attacked me, and you’re still defending her,”

“Y/N,” His voice was now soft and sorry. “Baby, I--” He went to take your hand.

“No,” You snapped it away and backed away from the two of them. “Don’t you fucking dare start ‘baby’ now, Rafael,”

“You had the audacity to act betrayed when I defended Billy, who has never done ANYTHING to you. When you-- you ACTUALLY see your little ginger there attack me, and defend her?” Angry, hot tears now spilled down your face.

“Baby please--” He begged you just as he had at your house the night before.

“No,” You shook your head. “No, I’m not falling for this-- ‘baby please, I love you, you’re in danger, I’m the good guy,’ bullshit anymore,”

“It’s not bullshit!” Rafael replied frantically. He knew he was losing you.

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, the only ‘monster’ here is her,” You gestured towards Olivia who was still quietly raging from earlier.

“You know Billy wants to get back together,” You said simply to Rafael.

“What….NO,” Rafael was really beginning to panic now. “No you can’t go back to that--”

“If you say ‘monster’ one more time I swear to God Rafael--”

“What, are you gonna hit him?” Olivia mocked him.

“No, that’s what YOU do, captain!” You spat.

“Amor, please don’t do this,” He used spanish pet names, knowing they were your weakness. “Please don’t just go back to him because you’re mad at me. You don’t know what he’ll--”

“He won’t do anything to me, Rafael,” You rolled your eyes.

“B-But you don’t even love him anymore--” He stammered.

“MAYBE I DO!” You screamed angrily.

“W-What?” Rafael gasped.

“Billy left me, Rafael,” You started to cry.

“I didn’t leave him. Yeah he hurt me, he broke my heart. But--” You looked up at the sky, really hating to admit this to him. “But I never stopped loving him,”

“....Well he doesn’t love you,” Rafael’s face now turned to a deep dark scowl. “He told me that himself,”

“Oh, did he?” You rolled your eyes, licking back your tears.

“He did,” Rafael’s voice was now eerily calm and quiet.

“He said that he stopped being in love with you a long time ago, that he wanted to kill you. The only reason he didn’t is because he didn’t want to upset your daughters!”

“That’s not--” You shook your head.

Maybe it was true, but maybe he just wanted to kill someone, not you. Sure it wasn’t the greatest argument, but right now it was all you had. You weren’t about to concede to Rafael right now, not after all the bullshit that just went down.

“He said the only reason he doesn’t want me with you is because he doesn’t like people touching his ‘things’!” He went on. “He called you a THING, Y/N. Not his wife, not a person, a THING,”

“Shut up,” You growled.

“He’s just manipulating you, Y/N,” He kept a stern tone. “He’s playing you so that he--”

“So that he can what, Rafael?” You cut him off. “Go back to killing people? You don’t think he’s been doing that already? Or what, do you think he’s going to come back after your lady love?”

“She’s not my--”

“He’s not stupid, Rafael,” You spat.

“He obviously knows I know who, or--what, he is now. He knows that if he starts going on ‘business trips’, that I’ll know. He’s holding himself accountable now. Now you tell me, why would he do that if he didn’t love me? If he didn’t love our family?”

“..I….” Rafael tried to rack his brain for some sort of logical reason, any logical reason.

“Because he still wants to get to me,” Olivia added like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh shut up, you twat,” You flipped her the bird.

“I said he’s not stupid. He’s not going to come after you, risk going back to prison. Or y’know, risk getting murdered by you,”

“I am not a murderer!” She stomped her foot.

“No, you’re just a sadistic, manipulative, evil wench,” You barked.

“You think Billy just wants me for himself, Rafael?” You half laughed while now addressing him. “What the fuck do you think she wants with you?”

"That's not--" Rafael tried to defend Liv again, but you weren't done.

“You say that I’m the one in danger, I’m the one who’s the with the psychopath, but look in the mirror,” You stared daggers into her.

“Maybe we’re just both attracted to monsters,” You bit the side of your cheek. “Maybe that’s our fatal flaw. Maybe we were never supposed to be together,”

“No,” Rafael shook his head and grabbed your hands before you could pull away. “No that is not true, don’t you ever say that,”

“Why not?!” You cried.

“Because I love you, Y/N,” He started to cry himself. “I know--- I know it looks bad, and I’m-- I’m sorry that we’re on opposite ends of this, but--” He paused, trying to compose himself.

“I may be upset with you, but that doesn’t mean that I stopped loving you. I will never stop loving you, you have to believe me,”

“Yeah well,” You broke free from his grasp, shaking your head with a sarcastic laugh, sobs dripping in your words.

“Maybe that’s the problem, Rafael. I don’t believe you,” You walked backwards towards the door.

“We’re done,” You turned on your heels and bolted out the door before you could break down sobbing in front of them. You wouldn’t give Olivia the satisfaction.

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“...You realize we’re going to have to go after her now, right Rafa?”

“Just--” Rafael put his hands over his face. “Just give me a fucking minute, Olivia,”

“But she--” Olivia’s words were cut off by Rafael’s phone going off.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

“No…” Rafael’s eyes widened. “No there is no way he could--”

“Answer it!” Olivia cried. Rafael put it on speaker.

“....Hello?”

“Damn Barba, you make this way too easy, it’s almost not fun anymore,”

“Lewis,”

“See, here I thought my wife’s little crush on you would deter her from believing me, but you just sent her running back into my arms,”

“You--”

“Actually I guess I should be thanking the good detective there, eh Olivia?”

“You son of a--”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me here, fire crotch,” He chuckled. “You should be thanking me,”

“And why’s that?” She asked warily.

“I just gave you what you’ve always wanted,” They could hear the evil smirk in his voice.

“...Excuse me?”

“Your little papi there?”

“How can you see--?” Both Olivia's and Rafael's eyes darted around his office, focusing on the huge window behind his desk.

“I have my ways, Livvie,” He chuckled darkly. “You know that,”

“Can we back up here?” Rafael chimed in. “What the fuck are you talking about, Lewis?”

“Rafael, he’s just--” Olivia tried to dismiss it.

“Ohhhh, he doesn’t know, does he Olivia?” Lewis asked in an amused tone.

“....Know what?” Rafael raised an eyebrow at Olivia.

“Well,” He chuckled even more sinisterly. “Let’s just say counselor, when I ‘allegedly’ tortured your little lady there,”

“Don’t,” Olivia warned.

“....It wasn’t some relative she was crying out for,” His words dripped with evil amusement as he revealed Olivia's dark secrets.

“...What?” Rafael now looked at Olivia with shock and awe. How had he never seen this?

“Rafael, he’s just saying things to get to you,” Olivia tried brushing him off, but the guilty look on her face was giving her away.

“Oh really? Am I? Tell me you’re not elated that I’ve just cleared the way for you right now, detective. Say that with a straight face while you look into papi’s eyes,”

“You’re sick,” Olivia sneered.

“That wasn’t a denial, Oliva,” Lewis pointed out.

“Oliva, come on--” Rafael said in frustration. How could this be spinning into such a soap opera shit show?

“So maybe you should listen to my wife, counselor,” His evil voice taunted them.

“Maybe you both need to be with your monsters, let nature take its course,” He licked his lips on the other end, eating up the pain he was causing.

“Because if you don’t, I promise you won’t like the results,”

“Lewis I swear to God--” Rafael growled.

“ Now if you’ll excuse me, I do believe the missus is on her way home to me right now. And I wanna give her a hell of a welcome home,” He chuckled one more time before the line went dead.

“Son of a--” Rafael threw his phone across the room angrily.

“Rafa,” Olivia said softly, nervous about the conversation they just had.

“Liv,” He put a hand up. “You need to leave,”

“What did I do?!” She put her hands on her hips.

“Nothing, I--” He sighed. “I just can’t look at you right now,”

“...Fine,” Olivia nodded, not wanting to push the issue right now.

She quietly walked out of the office, leaving Rafael alone. As soon as she was gone, he ran over to his desk and sat in his chair, breaking down into sobs.

What the hell was he going to do now?

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

hi guys and gals! Part 7 sees friendship strengthened, decisions being made and love ultimately hurting. As always, please enjoy the next part and let me know what you think is going to happen in part eight! I actually love hearing from you all so please don't be too shy to reach out and message me - I love a good chat LOL Love always, Steph xx

Part 7 | settima parte

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“bella amelia, cosa ho fatto per meritarmi questa telefonata?” (beautiful amelia, what did i do to deserve this phone call?) Jorginho spoke his second-native tongue down the line to the British girl, calling him way past her self-appointed bedtime of 9pm.

“Jorgi, ho bisogno del consiglio di un amico” (Jorgi, i need the advice of a friend). Amelia, almost desperately, pleaded down the line to the boy who became her therapist.

It had been a few days since Amelia & Jack’s facetime where they sat and listened to the countless offers the successful girl had waiting in her voice message inbox. Being the person that she is, Amelia needed to distract herself from obsessing over the messages so she threw herself into her job. Spending too many hours over her paid allocation at Juventus training ground, getting administrative work done for the season ahead.

Was this her way of nesting? Or empty-nesting? Was she subconsciously preparing the club and her boys for life without her? Getting them ready with a season's worth of set pieces and tactical plays that would secure them an outstanding 37th victory? On the flip side, was she preparing for her new role in England which she had yet to accept. There was no harm in her taking her intellectual property back over to the motherland. The two clubs did not compete in the same tournaments, perhaps only the Champions league - but who's to say that whatever club she does pick will make the Champions League? There was no doubt Juve would be there - all of her preparation would ensure they would be. Whoever took over her role simply just had to show up and keep the boys in line.

“ok tesoro, parlami.” (Ok darling, speak to me). The Italian settled onto his couch, espresso in hand, waiting to hear the younger girl's problem.

“So I've spoken with Kyle & Jack now, and have told them of my predicament. They both are very heavily favouring one side - but I need a voice of reason. If you happen to express the same sentiments that they both did, then maybe that's all of the reassurance I need to make this final decision.” Amelia switched back to her native tongue.

After spending the better part of an hour discussing in great depth the offers that she was receiving from the 5 english clubs, Amelia felt just as confused as she did before calling the Chelsea boy. No surprise that Jorgi was team Come to the Prem & Join Chelsea, but the italian midfield maestro had also brought her back down to earth from cloud nine and reminded her of what, or who, she was leaving behind.

“Now I don't like telling you what to do, but you need to discuss this with Fede, Amelia. He doesn’t deserve a lot of things, but this is something he does.”

So that's where Amelia found herself the next morning. Sunday’s in Italy were reserved for espresso and long walks in the sun. This particular Sunday must have been reflective of the internal turmoil she was facing, uncommon for the season, the sky above her was overcast and a light drizzle had started to set in on her walk to the charming Italian’s townhouse.

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“pensavo fosse un mito che gli inglesi portino con sé il tempo the” (i thought it was a myth that british people bring the weather with them) Fede said as he opened the door, and his arms, while looking down the two steps at me.

“Very funny” I said as I gave him a hug. He always was so good at hugs. I’m going to miss them. Snap out of it Amelia - you don’t even know if you’re going to go yet. Oh she knows she's going. She also knows what club she's going to. No she doesn't, you be quiet. I’m here rooting for her Italian romance. If I had an angel and devil on each shoulder, their conversation would speak my internal monologue as such.

Walking through to his kitchen, putting on a coffee and saying hello to his dogs, Fede stood in the doorway and watched me move around his kitchen as though it was my own.

“I’m convinced you got British bulldogs because you just can’t help but love the English” I cheekily smiled up at him from my crouched position in the middle of his kitchen, giving the two bullys the best head rubs.

“Sure, you keep thinking that Amelia” Oh, the way he says your name Amelia, so foreign, so romantic. He says it the same way any other Italian would say it, he’s nothing special. Be quiet, let them have their moment.

“Lets go and enjoy these out in the courtyard, is your sun shade still up? It should hold out the rain right?” Amelia spoke rushedly as she poured two espresso cups and walked towards his back door.

“Tesoro, why are you so unsteady today? Is something troubling you?” Fede spoke worriedly, noticing my little nervous habits coming out to play and speaking faster than my mind could comprehend. Better to just get this over with i think, for once we agree on something.

“Ok i need to tell you something, and i need you to let me get it all out before interrupting me. Can you do that? This is something i’ve been working up the courage to speak out loud, let alone speak it to you”

Fede took a sip of his espresso, holding my eye contact, before putting his cup back on its saucer and leaning forward, elbows on his knees. He thought he was ready for what i was about to say, expecting it to be yet another long winded speech as to why i want to put a label on our situationship. Oh boy, how wrong he was.

“After the success of the european tournament, i have received a lot of praise and recognition for my skills”

“And you deserve every bit of it amore, every bit and even more” Oh dear, could my heart hurt anymore?

“Fede, I asked you not to interrupt me…”

“Ok ok, sorry, continue”

“So, I have received a lot of recognition both here in Italy as well as from my home country of England. In saying that, I have received a few offers from clubs in the premier league that want me to bring my approach, the italian approach, to the english game. It's a real step up in my career and it's something I am seriously considering. I’ve spoken with some of the boys back home and also Jorgi, they all think that this is the next step for me. I’m far too comfortable here, I can't grow in my comfort zone. I think I'm ready for a new challenge.”

I held eye contact with the 27 year old, I wasn’t about to let him know just how vulnerable I was feeling here in front of him. Something Fede could always do was read me, and read my emotions. If he knew how exposed I felt, how easily I could be swayed over this decision, then he would make it his life's mission to do so. I had made my mind up that I was going, but there was also a part of me that decided if he was to give me what I was after I would be open to the possibility of staying.

“So it seems that you have asked for the opinion of everyone else in your life, and made your decision, before even considering mine.” He slumped back in his chair, and rubbed two fingers over his lips while looking off into the small courtyard garden.

“Fede, I have made my decision. But I wanted to talk to you about it, I owe that to you. You have made my time here so memorable, so fantastic, so filled with love that I wouldn't even consider not including you in this.”

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay? Do you want me to ask you to be my girlfriend? To tell you I love you? To move in with me? Let me know what you need from me to reconsider this decision” He began to get frustrated with me, pulling the cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair.

“That’s exactly it Fede! I don’t want to ask you to do that, you should ask me to be your girlfriend on your own! I don't want you to tell me you love me if you think that's what I want to hear - I want you to feel like you love me! I don’t need anyone to tell me what I want to hear, what I want to hear is what you truly feel. And if there is something i have learnt about you in the last few years is that you can’t hold back your feelings with anything! If you were in love with me it would have burst from you a long time ago. I think that you do love me Fede, but as someone to come home to instead of no one at all.”

“You know Fede, i don’t have any regrets over this. You mean just as much to me now as you did the very first time we crossed that boundary and blurred the lines. You’re just my type, you only call me late at night, you can’t decide if you’ll be your own man or mine. I hate to say it, but you really are just my type. This decision has nothing to do with you, it’s something i have come to make all on my own.”

I had stood up now, looking down at the 27 year old. I needed him to understand exactly what I was saying, how serious I was. This was the moment I could get it all off my chest, instead of just letting the relationship play out on his terms.

“I leave on Friday, I let the club know this morning. There's nothing that can be done now Fede, this is my decision. Please respect it, and me”

He stood up, his almost 6’1” frame towering over me. Looking down, face of steel, I could see everything I needed behind his eyes.

“hai ragione ti amo Solo non nel modo in cui meriti di essere amato” (you're right, i do love you. Just not in the way you deserve to be loved). He pulled me into his chest, both arms wrapping around the back of my shoulders, left hand holding my head in the crook of his neck. My arms wrapped around his back from below his arms, holding him tight enough that they crossed over and I could grab the sides of his rib cage. This was the closure I needed.

“I’ll give Jorginho a call and make sure he looks out for you”

“How do you know what club I'm going to?”

“I saw the way your eyes sparkled when you mentioned its name, it was the same sparkle that used to come out when you said mine…”

Part 8. | parte otto