#anyways . this date would be cute urgh )

[nyxypoo]

Kiryx! : for Kiryu’s player-two

mino. mino... mino :( hey cmere i'm gonna chew on u THIS IS SO SO CUTE UEGAAENJWM saving this to stare at on a rainy day (or everyday for the rest of my life)

[z3vie]

( @ aspen ) FIREPLACE CUDDLES — spend the night curled up against jiaoqiu’s chest! his fingers are combing through your hair, tail curled around your leg as you fade in and out of sleep. he’s warm- both him and the warmth from the fire, and it’s quiet. a cozy and safe night- the way it always is with him. perhaps you glance up at jiaoqiu, maybe checking to see if he’s fallen asleep before you, only to see that he’s already looking at you. the expression is his eyes is as soft as ever, and you think it might be impossible for him to be any gentler with you- but he always seems to prove otherwise.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Suitor Suit Vignette

"I love..."

[Cafeteria – Wedding Ceremony]

Crowley: Dearie me… Today was indeed an ordeal.

Crowley: It seems the ghosts have all disappeared, leaving our cafeteria still decorated for a wedding ceremony.

Crowley: How dare they take no responsibility for what happened.

Crowley: We won't be able to open for meals tomorrow if it stays like this.

Crowley: So, young freshmen. I'll leave it to you to clear up this "wedding venue" before heading back to your dormitories, then.

Jack/Deuce/Sebek: Ehhhh～～～!?

Ace: When you say freshmen… That doesn't include me 'n Epel in all our tuxedo glory, right?

Crowley: No, I mean all freshmen. I pride myself as an educator who treats all my students the same!

Epel: Oh, come on…

Ace: Give us a break, already. I did so much today, I'm wiped out.

Crowley: I will admit that you played an integral part in today's procession… But that is that, and this is this.

Crowley: I do hope you lively youngsters will be quick about it!

Grim: Hey, Yuu. Stop spacing out! We're makin' a run for it before the Headmage notices us.

Crowley: Ah, of course, that includes [Yuu]-kun and Grim-kun, too.

Grim: Myaaaah!!

Epel: Urgh. I've thrown away so many of these ribbon off the walls, and there's still more to go.

Grim: Whenever I try pullin' the lace off, it keeps getting' caught on my claws!

Ace: This chair's real sturdy. Where'd they even find… Wait, it's a tombstone! [shudders]

1. We're not anywhere close to getting finished. 2. I wanna go home already.

Ortho: Hey everyone, I'm here to help too, so let's put our all into it!

Ace: …Arrrgh, come on! I did so much to help out, too!

Ace: How much trouble do ghosts gotta put us through before they're satisfied, anyway?

Ace: 500 years? Crazy they've been obsessing over something like "love" for that long.

Ace: I'm pretty pissed at those ghost soldiers, sure… But I don't understand what that princess was thinking at all.

Ace: I'd've had a lot less trouble if she'd just given up on the whole marriage thing and lived a happy afterlife instead…

Epel: …

Epel: Ace-kun… Has there ever been someone you liked?

Ace: Huh!? Why're you asking me that all of a sudden?

Epel: Just thought it was strange… You saying she was "obsessive" or that you "don't understand" her.

Epel: 'Cause you kinda give off this vibe that you'd know a bit more about relationships.

Ace: What, you saying I'm a playboy or something?

Epel: N-No, I'm not saying that.

Grim: You shouldn't tease Ace like that, askin' about his love life. No way he'd have any idea about that sorta stuff.

Grim: There's no way a jerk like him would ever have any luck.

Ace: Hey, can you try not being jealous of me for one sec?

Ace: Back in middle school, even I had a girlfriend I'd take to amusement parks or movie theaters or whatever.

Grim: Wh-What!? You're soundin' pretty cocky for someone like you, Ace!

Ortho: Amusement parks and movies, hm. My manual says that regardless of the generation, those are pretty popular date spots!

Epel: Nice… all this talkin' about datin' and such's makin' me feel like we're really at our peak high school guy talk stage!

Epel: So? What happened?

Ace: Well…

Ace: You know girls, they're so scared of roller coasters, so all we'd ride was the merry-go-round or the ferris wheel.

Ace: She'd say everything was "Cute!" and take a ton of Magicam pictures, but I didn't really see what was so exciting about those rides.

Ace: Plus, whenever we went to see a movie, she never wanted to watch action or horror movies, just romance and cute animal movies…

Ace: It was just borin' with her, so we just slowly stopped messaging each other.

Epel: Oh, I see. Doesn't that seem a little…disappointing?

Ace: Yeah, but the worst was still to come. After I started slowly distancing myself, whaddya think happened next?

Ace: …One day, this group of girls I'd never met in my life started shouting at me…

Ace: "Why didn't you ever call her?" "How could you!" "She's been crying non-stop!" "You brute!"

Ace: …And they went on and on scolding me! What's with that, some kind of solidarity between girls or whatever?

Ace: That's when I realized. Love is just a pain to deal with!

Ace: I have way more fun just hangin' with the guys.

Grim: Man, you're just a kid, after all.

Ace: Don't wanna hear that from you, of all people.

Ace: …But, anyway!

Ace: I think it's not me we gotta worry about, but those guys over there.

Jack/Deuce/Sebek: Hm?

[Cafeteria – Wedding Ceremony]

Ace: I think it's not me we gotta worry about, but those guys over there.

Jack/Deuce/Sebek: Hm?

Deuce: Hey, Ace. What have you guys been chatting away about over there?

Jack: Urgh… It's already past midnight and I don't think I can stay awake any longer. Let's hurry and finish cleaning up already.

Ace: You guys are tryin' to act all cool, but who was it that was just rolling around on the floor all day today?

Ace: Look at 'em, Grim. You should be saying that these dunderheads who couldn't even succeed in their mission are more like kids.

Grim: Hm, I guess…?

Grim: Deuce did look pretty lame when he froze up tryin' to talk to that bride.

Ace: Riiiight～?! I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe at all.

Deuce: Wha… I couldn't help it! I'm not used to talking to girls.

Deuce: I clam up when I start thinking that I might say something stupid and callous…

Ace: Your middle school was co-ed, wasn't it? Weren't you popular enough?

Ace: I always thought that guys with that "tough guy" image always had girls falling at their feet.

Deuce: Falling at my feet?

Deuce: …Nah, no one ever talked to me.

Deuce: Every girl other than my mom ―or rather, every guy, too― would run away the moment we made eye contact.

Ace: Ah, I see… So you were just so scary no one wanted to come close…

Ace: Jack got rejected pretty quick too, so I guess guys who just look scary from the get-go just can't get girls, huh.

Jack: That's all useless talk. I don't really care if people like me.

Ace: Oho? What, you a sore loser or something?

Jack: No. Wolf beastmen like myself are destined to find the one person to care about forever.

Jack: Both my parents and my grandparents are the same… From the moment they wake up to the moment they go to sleep, they're always together. Even when taking a walk or having meals.

Jack: When the time comes that I fall in love, I plan on being with them for the rest of my life.

Jack: That's why I don't care if a bunch of folks like me.

Ace: Th... That's waaaaay too deep!

Ace: Dude, you're still a student, and you're talking about "the rest of my life"… You're taking this "love" stuff way too seriously!

Deuce: Also, can you really think about marriage before you've even got a career plan set up?

Grim: What a pain! I definitely don't wanna ever date Jack.

Jack: Well, I'm not asking you to!

Ace: Then, I guess it's more guys like Epel that'd get the most attention.

Ace: Instead of being scary looking, he's a pretty boy with potential!

Epel: Eh, m-me!?

Ace: Well, you were askin' about others, so you should cough up a story too. Was there anyone back home you had a crush on?

Epel: Uh…

Ace: Come on～ Don't keep it a secret～ We're tux buddies, ain't we?

Deuce: That's a rude way to drag him in. Why're you so hung up on hearing about other people's love lives?

Jack: I bet he's hoping that other people'll do his share of the clean up while he keeps the conversation going.

Deuce: Makes sense. That's a pretty Ace-like move.

Ace: You guys are totally interested in hearing too!

Jack/Deuce: Well…

Ace: You ever get confessed to? Was there someone you liked? Or even dated someone!?

Epel: …

Jack/Deuce/Ace: …!

Epel: …Hate to break it to you guys when you're all looking at me so intently…

Epel: But there's not many people in my hometown. And even then, most of the people there either way older or way younger than me.

Epel: I never really got to spend time with people my age once I came here to Night Raven College…

Epel: All I did was help out on my family's farm… So I don't really have any exciting story…

Ace: Dang, so you don't have any fun stories too, huh.

Epel: Sorry I couldn't live up to your expectations.

Ortho: If I were to compare against prior data gathered of boys of similar age, it seems like everyone here is drastically lacking when it comes to living your youthful years.

Ace: Shut it!

Sebek: Hey! Humans! You've all stalled in your work.

Sebek: IF YOU'VE GOT TIME TO CHIT-CHAT, STACK THE CHAIRS!

Ace: Here he comes, the guy who's got the worst chance among us.

Jack: Yeah, I was pretty disappointed too.

Sebek: Hmph. All of you are just going back and forth about falling in love and whatnot.

Sebek: We are students. If you have time for that sort of ridiculous leisure, you should focus on your studies instead!

Grim: Don't be talkin' down to us! You were one of the first to get rejected!

Sebek: I was not rejected! I rejected her!

Sebek: I am busy training every single day to be a capable guard for Malleus-sama. I have no time for frivolities like "love."

Ace: You say that, but what if someone that was really your type shows up one day?

Ace: You plannin' on droning on and on about Malleus-senpai to that person, too?

Sebek: I fully know what to do. Lilia-sama has explained to me what I should do if I were to meet my soulmate.

Sebek: …FIRST I WOULD CRAFT FOR THEM A WELL-THOUGHT OUT CORRESPONDENCE!

Ace: Correspondence!!?? You mean, write a letter!?

Ace: That's like something our grandparents would do!

Deuce: It'd be better if you sent a message on Magicam or email instead.

Sebek: Why is that? Lilia-sama would say that "Fountain pens and stationary are a lover's weapon."

Sebek: One should lay out their thoughts in the missive, and every third letter, also include a picture with a smile. This should continue until the 25th full moon of the courtship.

Sebek: Once enough correspondence has been exchanged…

Sebek: We are to sit on a bench together in Briar Valley Central Park, leaving enough space for one between us!

Epel: Yeah, you're definitely being led on…

Sebek: WHAT!!?? HOW DARE A LOWLY HUMAN DOUBT LILIA-SAMA LIKE SO!!??

Ace: Yeah, yeah. Pipe down already. It'll go on and on if we don't nip it in the bud here, so let's call it quits here!

Ace: [sigh]… But maybe Sebek has a bit of a point.

Jack: What, you gonna write some letters too?

Ace: Oh yeah, yeah, I'd totally whip out the white stationary and write in cursive "I love"… Not!!

Ace: Even for this, me and Epel needed Riddle-ryōchō and Rook-senpai's help, right?

Epel: …Yeah. If we didn't have those two, I don't think we would've been able to get as far as we did.

Ace: You know, it came to me when I saw my Housewarden taking on all those ghosts.

Ace: "My Housewarden's pretty cool."

Ace: I wanna get better at using magic, man.

Ace: I can't even compare against my Housewarden or other upperclassmen right now, but...

Ace: But someday, I'll totally show off what all I can do, and be all, "Check me out now!"

Ace: I totally get a jolt through my body imagining the shock on their faces when I finally show my awesome skills, see?

Ace: And in order to get to that point… I guess I need to focus up a bit more in my studies before thinking anything about love.

Epel: …Yeah. You're right. I think so too!

Sebek: Hmph. See, you do get it.

Deuce: Yeah, we need to hunker down with our studies.

Jack: When Deuce with all his failing marks says that, it just feels even more important to think about.

Sebek/Epel/Ace: Yeah.

Deuce: Why are you all in step when it comes to things like this!?

Ace: …Putting that all aside, we just really got carried away in conversation, huh. We ain't nowhere near done putting the cafeteria back in order!

Ace: Not only did we have to deal with all those ghosts, but now we gotta be held after to do more work…

Ace: We're so lame. Nothing good came out of today at all.

Ortho: That's not true!

Ace: Eh?

[Cafeteria – Wedding Ceremony]

Ortho: I was watching the video with the Headmage when you barged into the wedding ceremony, and…

Ortho: It felt like I was watching a movie, seeing you burst in with your flower bouquet, shouting out "Wait a sec!"

Ortho: You were so passionately coming to my brother's rescue…

Ortho: It was suuuuuuuuuuuper cool!

Ace: Huh? I wasn't passionate anything.

Ace: That was because I had just finished running away from the ghosts… or more like I got caught up in the flow.

Ortho: Nah. I saw just how serious you looked when you rushed into the room.

Ortho: You totally meant every word you said to the bride and her retainers, didn't you?

Grim: There ain't no way Ace'd say anything that genuine.

Grim: All he did was just ramble on about stuff without putting in any thought, I bet.

Ace: Y-Yeah, yeah! You got it right on the money, Grim.

Ortho: Judging from what I gleaned from my infrared sensor, with his elevated body temperature, voice pitch and pupil dilation…

Ortho: All the preceding data brings us to the conclusion that Ace was being genuine.

Ortho: …There's no need for you to hide it. You're really shy, huh!

Deuce: Which means…

Sebek: All he said to the ghost bride about the "perfect marriage partner"…

Jack: Was Ace's actual genuine thoughts!?

Ortho: Yup. There's no doubt.

Ortho: It's wonderful that you have a real good image of your ideal partner.

Ace: Hah!? No way! Absolutely no way!

Ace: I just said whatever I thought the ghosts would swallow!

Jack/Deuce/Sebek: Ohooo～～??

Grim: Protesting too much, don'tcha think?

Ortho: Even the Headmage said, "I'm growing fonder of Trappola-kun by the second!"

Ortho: Based on prior literature, statistically speaking, if you were to confess to someone with the same passion as you did today…

Ortho: You're sure to have no trouble getting someone to fall in love with you!

Ace: There ain't no passion. That wasn't a confession!

Ace: …And all you stop your stupid grinning!

Epel: Wow, I didn't realize how much you put into it…

Epel: I wish I could've seen you looking so cool, Ace-kun.

Ortho: Leave it to me! I still have the recording. I'll send you the video later.

Ace: STOP WITH THE RECORDING!

Deuce: Oh, nice thinking. We should all watch it later once we're done clearing everything away. You guys good with doing it at Ramshackle?

Jack: Running a play-by-play could be fun. I'm feeling more awake now.

Sebek: I shall give my own evaluation of it as well!

Sebek: You said I was the guy today with the worst chance among all of us. I'll make sure to thoroughly lambast you as penance.

Ace: DON'T BE TRYING TO MAKE INTO A VIEWING PARTY!

1. No need to be shy. 2. We just want to pay tribute to your gallant speech.

Ortho: Yeah～!

Ortho: That's why you, Ace Trappola-san, who already has thought of what his ideal partner would be…

Ortho: Is the best suited suitor of all!

Ace: …Aaaaah, come on! I've already told you… I wasn't serious at all!

Grim: Woah. Ace's turned completely red even to the tips of his ears!

Deuce: Haha, you're right. This isn't something we get to ever see.

Jack: Hey, Ortho. Make sure you capture this moment too.

Grim: You too, [Yuu], snap a shot on the ghost camera!

Ace: Why's everyone gotta mess with me like this…?

Ace: Just drop it already, guys～～!

Requested by Anonymous.

[nochukoo97]

seven dates a week - monday

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: a series of you and jungkook’s dates throughout the week, jungkook is a sweetheart and spoils you a lot, too much in your opinion.

word count: 1.2k+

a/n: OMG super excited for this i am going to make this a small series, probably just seven parts to this for each day of the week but here’s the first fic! but i may open a taglist and asks for this if i think it does well ☺️

seven dates a week masterlist!

“one touch and you got me stoned~” jungkook’s voice rings throughout the car as the radio plays, you two starting the day early in the morning by going to a coffee shop for breakfast.

you giggle as you point your camera towards your boyfriend who’s currently singing his heart out and driving. when the car stops at the red light, jungkook looks at the camera as he sings with a dramatic expression on his face, causing you to laugh even more.

“your touch blurred my vision, it’s your world and im just in it- oh shit” your boyfriend halts mid-performance when he realises the car behind him had honked for him to go, jungkook was too engrossed in singing for you he had paid no attention to the red light that was now green.

“baby it’s this one, turn right,” you point towards the little coffee shop at the corner of the road that you had searched up for you and jungkook to go.

as you get out of the car, you excitedly grab your boyfriend’s hand, ready to walk into the coffee shop you had been dying to go to.

“jagi, calm down” jungkook laughs while being forcefully dragged to walk two times as fast to the entrance of the coffee shop.

“ohmygosh- baby look this is so cute!” you squeal as you scan the room, pretty flowers adorn the ceiling and there was even a house cat that lived in the coffee shop, according to the website.

even after the waiter had sat the both of you down and given you the menus to place your order, you quickly got distracted and walked towards the cat laying near the entrance.

“hiii cutie, oh my goodness,” you coo as the cat purrs, flipping over on its back to let you scratch its tummy.

“jagi-ah, you want the matcha latte right?” jungkook calls out as he peers over from the menu.

“yeah, you can order whatever food, i can share with you,” you don’t even look back at your boyfriend as you continue to shower the fat grey cat with attention.

—-

“baby, come the food is here,” your boyfriend calls out to you again, you unwillingly walk back to the table as you bid the cat goodbye.

“NO WAIT-” you nearly scream and jungkook who had a fork in his hand, ready to devour the pancakes prettily plated in front of him.

“jesus, you scared me,” your boyfriend grumbled as he leaned back in his chair, forgetting that you always scolded him whenever he began to eat without allowing you to take photos of the food.

“if you had put the fork in the pancake i would have killed you,” you snap a picture of the pancake, angling it so that jungkook’s torso was in the frame.

“okay now can i eat?” jungkook whines as you snap a couple more, nodding to him as he absolutely destroys the stack of pancakes, making the one’s at the top fall all over the place. you decide to let that slide.

“baby, try my drink,” you hold out your cup towards him, but jungkook only scrunches up his face seeing the green drink he always had a strong hatred to.

“you know i hate that thing, its disgusting,” your boyfriend refuses the offer, but you wont take no for an answer.

“just try it, trust me its like sooooo good,” you definitely weren’t exaggerating in your opinion, but jungkook thinks otherwise.

you laugh as your boyfriend hisses as the drink slides up the straw into his mouth.

“urgh, taste like shit,” he groans as you slap his arm.

“don’t say that here! the staff can hear you!” you scold him but he waves you off anyways.

before you can say anything else, your boyfriend is stuffing a huge mouth of pancakes into your mouth as you can only frown at him.

he snaps a picture on his phone.

“baby what do u think about getting matching bracelets, i saw a shop had one and its pretty cute,” jungkook talks to you as you nod, still chewing the huge amount of pancakes in your mouth.

“urgh, you stuffed so much in my mouth,” you say as you dramatically gasp for air after swallowing.

“isn’t the first time i did that,” he’s smirking as if he was very proud of his comment.

“jungkook!” you hiss at him as you look around, thankfully the cafe was not too packed, so hopefully no one heard.

“i wasn’t lying,”

the audacity to give you a sly smile.

——

“babe, why are we at cartier,” you ask, as jungkook drags you by the hand into the shop before you can resist

“what do you mean?” he smiles back at you, “to buy our bracelets!”

your jaw drops as your boyfriend is grinning widely at you.

“baby, nonono- we can’t do this, it’s so much money,” you start to try and pull your hand away from him, but your boyfriend is too strong to let go.

“why not, it can be our anniversary gift!” he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you towards the display cases.

“babe, our anniversary was two months ago and you bought me an expensive handbag, don’t make excuses,” you whine as you want to run out of the store, not wanting your boyfriend to spend so much money on you for the millionth time this year.

“it’s okay baby i want this, even if you don’t want it ill wear both for myself,” he sits you down on the chair at the display case as he tells the staff which piece of jewelry he wants to see.

“we both know you will end up making me wear one,”

“exactly”

so thats how you ended up with two cartier love bracelets, one on each of you, that cost way more than you want to imagine.

but you thank jungkook for it anyways.

——

your last destination for the day is the mall, to run a few errands like picking up groceries for the house.

but your terrible at sticking to the plan as you drag jungkook into the store that caught your attention.

jungkook groans as you begin to saunter towards the giant eevee plushie at the near end of the small shop.

“baby, come on, let’s stick to our plan and go to the supermarket,” jungkook tries to gently coax you away from that terrible giant piece of fluff that you might eventually convince him to let you bring home.

“but baby, i really really need this,” you pout at the huge plushie, pointing towards it as you slowly manage to drag your boyfriend closer and closer to it.

each step was a step closer to victory.

——-

“i can’t believe i have this huge ass thing in the back of my car right now,”

you frown at your boyfriend’s mean and horrible words.

“don’t say that to eevee, you will make her cry,” you smack your boyfriend’s arm as he looks at you in offense

“that thing can’t hear me and it doesn’t have feelings baby, it’s okay,”

“don’t call it a thing!”

in the end jungkook is forced to give your new plushie a big warm welcome into your shared apartment as he sets the huge soft toy down in the middle of the living room.

[dreamtydraw]

I hear you, dreanty. I have had my hyperfixation on obscura for a while now, and Keir specifically has me in a chokehold (tho my favorite will forever and always be Oleander). The way Keir is so connected to his role as mouseholes leader and wants to protect everyone is so urgh <3, and the bickering between him and vesper is so good!

anyway, feel free to yap about it!! Obscura is so great

~🌿

Okay thank you for holding my hand and letting me yap. Spoiler for keir’s chapter 2

Please don’t mind how badly it’s written I’m literally writting how i feel about keir x vesper with no filter straight out my mind.

I really like Keir and Vesper relationship as a whole ans the fact they banter yet accommodate to each other in a way that isn’t romantic per se but very close. They are close, they live together they share a house and they have this casualty that makes their banter more banal. Vesper is expected home, someone expect them home and care enough to wait for them when they aren’t there. Vesper wants to decorate the house, to put a part of themselves in the space they share, the only place under the mountain that is their home cause it is ! It went from Keir’s home to their home !

They both talk to the bones of the house, they have habits and familiarity and it’s a sene of love that isn’t automatically romantic but it’s love ! ( that why I’m devastated about the ending of chapter 2 btw- )

They are close to each other but thinking the other don’t share the feelings they keep their guard up. That why Keir asking about vesper eyes is so intimate. Like it’s so much more intimate than him asking if vesper has a deadly ilness ! This is a question you ask because you care about the other one, there is yearning in knowing more about them because you want to know more about them, they aren´t just someone random it´s the person who's being haunt you, you need to get a grap of the slighlest detail about them to hold it dear to your heart. Keir gets upset if you say you lied about your eyes beause he trusted you first hand, it´s the first time he blindly trust you.

Also Keir keeps saying about « when i’ll see your face » in his mind it’s a fact that at some point he will see their face it’s no an « if » it’s a « when » He fully assume or wants to believe that it will happen. He dosen’t want to idealize vesper but he think about it, he think about them and what they might look like. Keir desperately wants to know about the most private knowelge about vesper, what do you look like, you are special you are Vesper and i need to see you humanly i want to see you humanly.

Also the fact that he laters calls the market event a date ? In his mind he was being very obvious about his feelings but going out to buy furniture for your shared house being taken as a date ??? That casual married couple activity I’m sorry-

Now about the tooth gap if you choose to say you have one not only it’s a revelant information about yourself ( and when listing your face attribut he says nice smile instead of simply tooth gap + vesper later on has a dialogue when they say they would be happy with the thought that he might find his smile cute ) BUT ALSO- this information comes back later after he kissed vesper. His mention of feeling the tooth gap has me on the ground because he can’t see vesper, he still can’t answer the question that has been haunting him but feeling the tooth gap makes it more real, it’s there and it’s Vesper’s face. It’s not just a word that could be a lie, it’s a real fact that he gets to feel.

I am now out of battery so i’ll stop here to go find a charger but my fucking god- i am unwell.

[gofishygo]

mito mito mito hihi 😋

i’ve been having some thoughts n i felt like sharing w the class newayssss

so i was having bubble tea earlier and i started thinking,,,,what cod characters would like it? i feel like price def wouldn’t,,simon wouldn’t mind it but he does def think its too sweet and proper tea is superior and blah blah blah (i acc don’t know im kinda divided on that like i hc him as a sweet tooth but bubble tea,,,ehhh i feel like he wouldn’t like it all that much like he’d be all grumbly about it,,, idfk

johnny and gaz i think would like it lots ,,

i also think alex wouldn’t like it abd farah would (i js like hc farah as this secret softie ok leave me alone 😞)

but THAT got me thinking,,,, what other food preferences would they have ?? i think gaz would rlly like sushi (saw a fan art of him on a sushi date w the reader and i forgot who made it but ):$/:)/&!:!!!!! it was so cute) and i also think gaz would handle spicy food well ?? and he would like seafood in general methinks (tryna think of some select seafood items he wouldn’t like but im drawing a blank bc im vegetarian shusbssjnsuen)

idrk ab simon and johnny and price,,,,,,out of them 3, i feel like simon or johnny would have the biggest sweet tooth (they’re on like completely dif ends of the spectrum character wise but shh i js know it) but they all eat A SHIT TON like the food could be burned or too salty or smth but if they’ve js come back from a mission then they’re eating that shit UP. and asking for seconds. and thirds. they would still give u food feedback if it’s some other day tho

also johnny is extremely passionate about haggis. no i have never tried it yes i js know he is ok moving on

KONIGGGG hmmmm,,,, i have no fucking idea lmao i think? a lot of german cusine involves bread and stuff,,,so……………i think he’d have rlly bland meals idk

i’ve been rlly into keegan lately but i cant come up w anything for him aaaa

also gaz would be the only one who knows how to use chopsticks. the others would learn fast being in the military and all but gaz and chopstick skills js make sense???

ANYWAY im soso sry for rambling sm lmao this is a lot of words,,,,,and this isn’t a req by any means !!! js needed to hear ur thoughts bc food is js calling to me like “ok but would blank character like this” like. urgh. ok im done now i think but yeah food preferences for cod characters of ur choice

ALSO !!! THE IOS SHARK STICKERS REMIND ME OF U,,,,,look at them$:!!;&:!3 OK IM ACC DONE NOW BYE BEY MITO HIPE U DONT FALL ASLEPE READING ALL THAT

AHHH hi weebun !! ^^ i was literally having bubble tea with my sister like a few hours ago and when i checked the inbox n saw this i BOLTED !! sorry for never responding to this, i forgot inbox existed..,

notes: shittily wrote as this as a warmup/just general yap :> sorry for messiness and incoordination.., platonic, no warnings !! unless ur lactose intolerant idk

so you'll be jus chillin w the 141 on base and then say something like "boba is absolute gas shits better than normal tea" and of course, since the majority of the taskforce is british, you get absolutely fucking jumped for it. like- keep in mind, you say this price, the NUMBER ONE TEA AND BISCUTS DEFENDER, so you do end up getting toilet duty for a week with the explanation of 'uncordial behaviour.'

but after your deployment, you are the one to arrange where the 141 meet up. it's a little ritual you guys have developed to stay connected in between missions, one that makes your friendship seem a bit more real. sometimes the only thing that keeps your eyes open and heart pumping. and since you're an absolute fucking menace, you ask if you can meet around the heart of london- and then drag them all into the nearest bubble tea store you can.

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price... doesn't end up liking it. takes a total of two sips, nearly chokes on the pearls, and then sets the cup down. he claims he's been around long enough to know that this- like many other foods, is probably some 'trendy millennial bullshit that'll disappear in a solid few', but that doesn't help ease the insane side eye that he gets from the cashier.

but to your surprise, ghost seems somewhat okay with it. his face doesnt really change (from what you can tell- his mouth is still hidden due to some face mask he put on), but he seems neutral, relaxed, even. he mutters something along the lines of how it isn't too bad, but it doesn't beat a cuppa- to which you chose to ignore, and how he'll probably just stick to having an earl grey in the mornings. but a few months later, you catch him at the same boba store, and you cant help but giggle to yourself.

soap fucking inhales the drink. its genuinely concerning, to say the very least. he seems to like.. unhinge his jaw like some kind of snake, and then inhales the whole drink in what you think is a millisecond. and since he's the only scotsman on the team- thinks the whole 'tea n biscuits' ritual his colleagues have is utter stupidity, so not only does he now FREQUENTLY drink boba because he likes it- he also drinks out of utter spite.

gaz is the only one with a seemingly respectable opinion about boba, unfortunately. he's had it before, multiple times- it appeals to his sweet tooth and is the occasional treat after long missions. but unlike you, gaz does not value peace, and seems to keep egging soap on in chugging unreasonable amounts of the drink. (and he doesnt mention it, as he does not want to face the same punishment as you did, but he thinks that bubble tea is sometimes, just sometimes better than his cuppa.)

masterlist (some of my other stuff is better promise)

[jevilowo]

Went to France instead of making Soldier Ships. And then Forgor. Apologies.

Ranking Tf2 Ships Part 2: Soldier

Batting Helmet

See the first list lmao

It's hilarious, basically.

Sollycest

I think their combined power would destroy the planet. So.

Objectively funny also, however

Fireworks

Im like 90% sure thats the ship name but i havent touched my shipping website in months soooooo

Same genre as batting helmet, but objectively BETTER, because they actively meet each others' crackpot level. And there's minimal choking.

Seriously check out the tag on ao3 some absolutely BRILLIANT fics on there shout out to uhhh i think they're called Hanktalkin and they've written the best ones

Realistically would destroy everything around them. I'm beginning to think that would just happen with most Solly ships.

Boots n Bombs

SHOUT OUT TO BOOTS N BOMBS WEIRDLY UNDERATED DESPITE BEING THE FOURTH MOST POPULAR SHIP ON AO3. Crazy gap between bloody suit (1000+) and them (like around 450).

EMESIS BLUE. URGH. THEY KILL ME.

WAR! UPDATE. URGH. THEY CONTINUE TO KILL ME.

CUT VOICELINES. URGH. THEY SUCEEDED IN KILLING ME. I AM DEAD.

Lovely lovely dynamic, platonic or otherwise. At least Besties in every universe, team colours be damned.

And the YURI. ARGH I saw someone describe WAR! solly x demo as yuri coded bc of their "unbearably sapphic levels of miscommunication" which HAHA YEAH but I mostly mean the genderbendy art it's Exquisite.

Bonus points for when they're polying up they cule with Zhanna also. I had to explain the word polycule to a classmate the other day isn't that wild. Anyways the three of them match each others' freaks.

Cold War

When you're so determined for this idiot to not fuck your sister you fuck him instead lmao

Pretty fun in theory, in practice I think they'd both hate it.

Um shout out to that one fic i read once where soldier ruptured his throat giving heavy head that was. Something. I mean that in a nice if midly bemused way btw.

Helmet Party

Save me helmet party etc etc

The art on here for them is adorable genuinely the softest i see solly portrayed in fanworks is with engie

In canon Solly seems to respect Engie the most? E.g. Expiration date: stops choking out scout when asked to by Engie, takes Engie's "teleport bread if u want" comment as an ORDER, even the whole QUESTION whatsurquestionsoljer exchange felt very I ASK OF YOU, COMMANDING OFFICER!! What having another True American on the team does to a mf i guess. Scout isnt a True American he's french.

I mean i still like boots n bombs more lol but helmet party fans i see u and i love u especially when u make it yuri.

Fruit Scones

Look up the story behind the ship name guys its great

As a ship to me it's heavymedic but without everything that makes heavymedic the Ship Of All Time

Solly's pocket medic cosmetic is cute tho

Uhhh as long as soldier never made the germany connection i think it could work? Like he'd let medic do crazy shit to him and medic would giggle and kick his feet over it. Then again there's no way medic wasnt doing fucked up shit to n*zis during ww2 so ykw it would probably work out regardless yippeee

OH YEAH THE NICKNAMES whenever i play medic and hear a cmere sweetheart/pumpkin/sally/cupcake I lose all control of myself and suddenly become a pocket medic teehee.

American Aviators

Its a sniper ship and not sb so I automatically like it

Tragically not that compatible. Sniper would find soldier too loud and soldier would find sniper too unamerican in his shooting things from far away tactics.

They have potential to be good friends tho i think. I've always seen Sniper as a trolling god (see that one in character interview john patrick lowry did in uh 2014 i think) and Solly would eat that shit up.

Freedom Fries

Ehhh?

Art on here is cute. Don't get me wrong. Love that.

HOWEVER. in no universe would they actually Function as a couple. Sorry guys. 54727474 dead 277282848 injured.

I am also put off it because people flock to it (and, sigh, mediscout,) over boots n bombs in the emesis blue side of the fandom. I AM NOT SHIP SHAMING BY THE WAY, I GOT ACCUSED OF THAT ONCE AND HAVE YET TO EMOTIONALLY RECOVER, but i reallyyyy wish people would focus less on Most Toxicly Basic Yaoi Known To Man, and more on Tragic Doomed Yaoi Where Both Parties Actually Kind Of Like Eachother And Didn't Both Try To Kill Each Other (russian roulette and the grenade at the funeral). AGAIN I AM NOT SHIP SHAMING HERE PLS DON'T CONSUME ME SHIP WHAT YOU WANT GIRLYPOPS.

Sollypauling

I have a crack headcanon that he's her father so that's put me off seeing them romantically haha

I wrote a fic about The Fathering once at 12am and im still not sure whether i hate it or not so don't read it just to be safe <3

Magic Missiles

DIVORCED!!! *autism creature confetti gif*

Jay Pinkerton (comic writer) allegedly reblogged MM art once. And he refuses to let their dynamic go in the comics. I.e. "the heart wants what the heart wants, Merasmus". Truly their biggest fan.

I love them i really do. Only slightly less toxic than fucking adminpauling imo, and thats like britney spears dootdootdootdootdootdootdootdoot bweebwahbweebwahbwahh levels of toxic

Maggot Bears

Based based utterly based fucking detergent levels of based and thats like 13 or something on the pH scale (i.e. Extremely Based)

They do in fact destory everything around them, proving my earlier hypothesis lol.

Idiot 4 Idiot. Dumbass 4 Dumbass. They both get naked to pee. I love them. I want to be them.

Again, bonus points when Demo is involved. Uwaaa.

I love the lack of consistent ship name for them. East meets West? Maggot Bears? Boots n Brawn? Zhannasolly? There's one involving honey as well but i forgor it and I've been typing so much I've got pins and needles in my left hand so i give up. Peace.

[cozzzynook]

Jvsh - call me

- call me back

- toxic

(Music I was listening and i got the idea)

Cozzzy omg, i took almost an hour to write that LMAOOO it was 10:11 PM when i started writing, now it's

I need cyberverse Cheetor so bad. I want him to ruin me.

Like URGH OMG HE IS SO CUTE AND ADORABLE ?? HE MUST BE A MONSTER IN BERTH THEN HUH???

Just imagine

You met him for the first time when he came to the base. He introduced himself and you instantly find him adorable. So you decide to spend some time with him out of your working hours. He was very kind to everyone, wanting to help anyway he could. But you saw how the others would sometimes just avoid him and you would then see his wet sad cat face, wich made your spark ache for him. He wants to be a good friend to everyone ! And he doesn't recieve what he deserves. So you would always ask him if he could land a servo here or there, carrying this "heavy" package with you, if he could search with you this one datapad you "lost", if he wanted to head to the bar for a glass, if he wanted to come with you to the cinema because, surprise surprise, you "accidently" bought two ticket for this movie, if he could help with your repaint because you "missed" some spots in your back.... always including him whenever you could. And you just couldn't have enough of him. The sight of him could make you kick your feet and feel ecstatic.

One night, at the bar, you ended up drinking a bit too much, and you accidentally tell him you've been doing everything you could to see him. Not that you remember, drunk processor unable to controle itself. That night, Cheetor took care of you. He carried you to your apartment, helped you brush your dentae, made you drink energon and laid you back in your berth.

When you wake up, you don't realise what happened. For you, you simply came back home from work and was somwhat more tired than usual and felt asleep right away. You go to the kitchen to have breakfast but in the corner of your optics, a yellow form on your sofa attract your attention. Cheetor was in recharge there, uncomfortably laying on your tiny sofa.

You then slowly remember what happened last night, but you don't feel ashamed. He took care of you. You feel your spark warming, and without thinking, you kiss his nose to wake him up. His optics snap open and he is surprised to see you there. You smile at him, greeting him and ask what he wants for breakfast. He answers shyly, a slight tint of pink accros his absolutely cute face.

During breakfast, you thank him for yesterday night, that even if you went drunk, you had a great time with him. Reaching for his servo, you softly intertwine your digits together, looking him in the optics. You tell him he is very precious to your spark, and were glad to have met him. Right there, you ask him out on a date after your shift. Wich he accepts joyfully.

One date became two, then three, four, five... and you already knew you choosed the right one. Clumsy, respectfull, funny, smart and kind hearted boyfriend. And it was obvious to everyone how Cheetor felt about you too. Everyone would tell you that you were such a cute couple. Even if none of you two said anything about your relation yet.

Then this night, after months of dating and learning about each other's boundaries and likings, it finally happened. Interface.

You hold his servos, kissing him at first gently, then it became hungry, discovering each other's taste, texture and little gasps. His engine purrs loudly.

You lay back in berth without breaking the kiss, his servos going everywhere on your frame, discovering every little detail about your design, you own pawing at the back of his jelm/neck/shoulder. The kiss intensify, his discovering letting place to strategic touching, making you gasp and whine under him. He breaks the kiss to bite your neck and jawline, marking you as his.

Your modesty panel retract itself, letting your wet valve to his optics. He praises you, slides his servos all the long of your frame to go play with your node. He makes you moan, sliding teasingly his claw on your buton, then manage to scissor you open. You arch into him, unashamed of every moans and whines he makes you sing. You almost beg him to claim you, but you don't have to ask. He question you if you're okay, if you're not uncomfortable, if nothing hurts. He warns you he is going to slide his spike inside. You brace yourself, spread your legs more for him and give the green light.

He fucks you slow, taking the time to adjust, to ask if everything is alright, to praise you for your moans and mewls, your body rocking in rythme with his hips.

He makes you overload more than you can remember. It was so good you still can't process it's really happening. You take the time to make him cum too, relishing in his cute noises and pleasure filled face.

Bee 😳 *fans self before fainting*

Naughty bee 👀😌 this is perfection.

Its making me want to look at fanart of cheetor

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 24

Author's note: Chapter 24 of 29... 👀 Also, to those of you who just read this story and don't follow me, happy holidays and merry christmas to those of you who celebrate! 💜

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Masterlist

"I want to be a cat" Reece said.

"What?" Ben laughed.

"Look at Pepper. He has all the girls' attention!"

"He's cute."

"I am cute too."

"Yeah, but his hair has never been green" June chuckled, walking towards them. "Hi."

"Hi" Ben smiled.

"And... that's my cue to leave" Reece said. "I'm gonna see if I can convince Leah to share her pizza."

"Good luck" June laughed.

After the game they all had gathered at her place, John buying pizza and drinks for everyone to celebrate that "my little sister is finally back and I won't have to see her ugly face all the damn time", which had made everyone laugh. Everyone but June, who simply rolled her eyes.

"You were amazing today."

"I played for 5 minutes. I didn't have time to do anything."

"They were 5 amazing minutes."

"I think you are a bit biased, Chilwell."

"With you? Yeah, I've always been. Though this time it's different."

"How so?" June asked, moving closer.

"All my facts are positive now."

"You have gone so soft, Chilwell" she laughed.

"You make me go soft, Maxwell" he whispered, closing the space between them a bit more.

"You can't kiss me here" June whispered back.

"They won't mind. They all know what is going on between us."

"And what is that, if I may ask?"

"I like you, and you like me."

"I don't like you, Chilwell."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying, I don't like you. But I do…"

"June, I think your cat just farted on me!" Reece said.

"Jesus fucking Christ" she muttered. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know. Take him to the bathroom?"

"He can go himself, he's a big boy."

"June, it actually smells really bad" Leah laughed.

"Urgh" she groaned, the moment she and Ben were having gone. 

But maybe it had been for the best, because she had almost told him that she loved him, and she was starting to feel like it would have been a mistake. That wasn't the place nor the moment to do it, and what if he didn't love her back? Mason was convinced he did, but what if he was wrong? What if Ben wasn't ready for that yet? And was she even ready for it? 

"June, are you ok?" Ben asked her, bringing her back to reality.

"Yes, yes, don't worry. I'm gonna go check what's the problem with Pepper."

"Ok" he replied. "But Maxwell" he said, taking her hand on his as she moved, his thumb doing small circles on her skin and sending goosebumps all over her arm. "You owe me a kiss."

"I'll try to remember" she winked before joining the others. 

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"I'm so happy for you, June" Vittoria said while hugging her. Or squeezing her. "Happy and proud."

"You made it very clear when I scored" she laughed.

"Just in case you forgot" she smiled. "But it was your first goal since you came back! And on your first game on the starting eleven!"

"It's been a night to remember, hasn't it? I just wish it had been home. And that Lauren had been with us too."

"Yeah… Let's hope she can recover for the next game" Vittoria said. "Anyway, do you want me to drive you home?"

"No, there is no need. Ben said he would pick me up."

"Did he?"

"Vittoria, put that eyebrow down."

"Why?" she laughed.

"Because he is only driving me home because John is on a date, nothing else."

"Oh, so you are gonna be home alone?"

"I… that's him"June said when a car stopped next to them. "Goodnight, Vittoria."

"Goodnight, my girl. Enjoy" she winked.

"Why is Vittoria smiling like that?" Ben asked when June got into his car.

"Nothing, ignore her" she replied. "Hello, by the way."

"Hello, Maxwell" he smiled. "Congratulations on tonight's win."

"Thank you. But just on the win?"

"Did anything else happen?" Ben teased her.

"You are such an idiot."

"I'm very proud of you, June" he said, caressing her cheek. "That was a fantastic goal."

"Thank you" she smiled. "But I kind of miss your stupid facts."

"You don't like soft Chilly?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Well…"

"Ok, then. Here is a fact: You could have scored more goals. You played for 75 minutes, Maxwell. You missed too many chances and should have ended the game with at least another goal."

"That's more like it" she smiled before moving forward and kissing him.

"You also ended the game too tired. Your fitness is really bad" he smirked.

"I just came back from a serious injury, Chilwell" she said against his lips.

"Not enough" he whispered before they started kissing again, only being interrupted when June yawned.

"See? Too tired" Ben laughed. "Let's get you home."

"Ok."

"But wait, before I forget. I got you something."

"To celebrate how bad I was today?"

"Exactly" he chuckled, opening the car's glove box.

"Ben!" June laughed.

"We must keep our traditions" he smiled.

"Do you keep a huge box of kinder eggs at your house or something?"

"Maybe. But it is very well hidden, so don't try to look for it."

"Ok" she laughed again. "Thank you very much, Ben. I love it."

"And I… fuck!" he jumped when someone honked behind them.

"That's Vittoria" June said, rolling her eyes.

"Perfect timing" Ben murmured. "Anyway, let's get you home" he said before starting  the car. 

Though maybe Vittoria's interruption hadn't been that bad, because he had almost told June that he loved her. And that may have not been the right moment to say it. Or the best place. And the least thing he wanted was for her to freak out. Again.

He was sure of his feelings for her, and according to Mason, she felt the same for him. But what if they weren't on the same page just yet? What if Mason was wrong and she didn't love him the way he did? What if…

"Chilwell!" June said, snapping her fingers in front of him.

"What?"

"Where were you?" she laughed. 

"I… nevermind."

"I guess you didn't hear my question."

"I did not, no. Sorry" he apologized.

"I was asking you if I can put this here."

"What is that?" Ben asked, looking at what June was holding.

"Some kind of ornament. I think. It was the egg's surprise."

"Oh…"

"Can I put it here on the rearview mirror? That way you will always remember me" she smiled.

"Of course you can" Ben smiled back.

"Gre…at" June yawned.

"And let's get you home before you fall asleep" he chuckled, this time finally managing to leave the carpark. 

[captainmalewriter]

And now, please enjoy the third installment of me recounting about the men I've possessed:

Adam (aka Moltres)

Whew! It's been a long while since I last made one of these hasn't it. Maybe like 7 months or more by now? I don't know, I can't remember anymore. But anyways...

I had spent a few months being a homebody with my last body Shawn. I had a blast lazing around while being the beefy, hairy, and handsome Shawn, but my next body prospect was calling. No seriously, I had downloaded a dating app just for the fuck of it when this hottie Adam hit my line. He thought I was pretty cute with my then current body and wanted to meet up. I would have to be a fool to turn down a twunk nerd like him!

I invited him over to my place and let me tell you, the pictures of this guy's hairy pits don't do them justice! We were supposed to hook up but instead we ended up with me worshipping him musky pits while he rubbed one out. I still remember how it felt to have his manly aroma fill up my nose as I nuzzled my face into his pits.

It was during the worship session that I transferred my soul into his body. I took full control of him as he shot his load and urgh it was wonderful! What I didn't account for was that my soul had taken on Shawn's bulky size and when I possessed Adam, all that body mass had to go somewhere. I accidentally turned a lean twunk into a husky pup but hey, as long these hairy pits are all mine, I'm not complaining!!

Edwin (aka Namor)

Similar to one of my previous bodies, my next body was a gift. You can read the full tale here but I'll give a little summary of how I got my next body here.

It all started when I decided to revisit one of my old bodies for a little leisure time. But despite the change in vessel, I was still bored! That was when a strange client asking to takeover Shawn's body offered an all expense paid vacation as an exchange. How could I say no to an offer like that!?

Long story short- that client turned out to be a bit of a dangerous character. He had managed to figure out how to wield magical powers and he tried to brainwash me to unlock his full potential! Thankfully, his enchanted book summoned a pair of magic green shorts to save the day. Those green shorts forced themselves onto me while I slept, simultaneously transforming and pleasuring my body during the process! While I was busy moaning and writhing in orgasmic ecstasy, I was being transformed into a cosplayer's recreation of Namor!

Sure, Edwin might not be the iteration of Namor everyone knows, but I don't care. I was a buff, hairy in all the right places, magical being endowed with the same level of power (and I was hung like a seahorse). Becoming an avatar of the king and god of the Talokan people without any of the responsibility meant I was free to just float around the world's oceans at my leisure. I was living the life underwater, so peaceful and serene...

Jesús

In all honesty, as much as I loved being Namor, I might've overstayed my welcome living as the king of the sea. It was once again time to look for a new body.

I swam along the sea currents to visit several beaches throughout the world. I had searched high and low for a new body when finally, in some random beach in California, I had stumbled upon the perfect body. He was with a bunch of other guys, probably on a beach trip with his bros.

I waited until he got in the water to strike like a sea snake. As he swam around, I pulled out my dick and started jerking. After a minute or two of stroking, I shot my load out while still fully underwater. Then, using my magic, I transformed my cum to take on the form of white fish. I then endowed the white fish with my soul, and commanded them to swim to my target. I took off the green shorts as the fish did their work, undoing my Namor transformation. I lost consciousness momentarily, but thankfully it didn't take long for my soul to find its next vessel.

The white fish swam around my next body in circles. He was so amused to see the fish swim around, completely oblivious to what was about to happen next. A fish slammed into his naval, causing him to open up his mouth from the impact. With an entrance available, my cum fish started swimming straight into his mouth. His cheeks and chest puffed out as my soul fish entered his mouth one after another; the taste of cum flowing down his throat and the stimulation from full body takeover making him hard. Once he slurped up the last fish, my soul had filled his body, and I was now in full control. Another possession success!

Originally, I had intended to just laze around with my new body too. You can probably imagine my surprise when I found out that Jesús here was a pro soccer player AND he was currently competing in the Copa de Oro! I was annoyed, but whatever, I could probably benefit from the exercise anyway. Don't want to lose my magical capacity after all! So just know, the next time you watch a soccer game, you might see your favorite Captain possessing a certain Columbian American soccer player out on the field. Now then, if you'll excuse me, besides writing stories and playing soccer, I've got some "bro time" in the locker room with my DL teammates to look forward to... ;)

And that's the story of how I came to possess my latest three bodies! I'll update this running series of who the current Captain is once I go through another three bodies, whenever that happens. Until then, coming up next will be the toy capsule short stories! Stay tuned, and stay sexy. -Captain M.W.

[leastdatablebracket]

ROUND 1, MATCH 8

Propaganda under the cut!

Akihiko Sanada

because the first time i tried to date him i found out that if you don't select three very specific dialogue options, even if he confesses and says "so you're my girl now" the game won't perceive you as dating unless those three specific options were chosen. and it's not like it's a simple thing to just reload the save; persona 3 is a very story-dense rpg, and it spans the course of an entire year or so. my first playthrough, if i wanted to reload that far back i would have lost several months worth of progress, if i even had a save that far back, which i didn't. anyway, that sucked, and it made him literally undatable in my first playthrough. also also, i found out through youtube that if you date ken amada and him at the same time (yuck gross, for more than one reason) he fights with him over you. which could be funny, if he weren't a senior in high school beefing with a literal teen year old. in the middle if the dungeon where were fighting monsters. it's funny, but not in a very "ha ha" way, more in a "dude you should know better" kind of way. gives me major ick. also, he's kind of a battle hungry and impulsive guy, who likes protein powder a little too much - and by that i mean, it's canonically confirmed that he puts protein powder on top of his beef bowls, which...yuck??? idk that just gives me the ick. i just personally don't think i could handle someone that athletic all of the time. also, there's a period of like a month in the game where you can't hang out with him and progress your relationship, which is annoying if you're trying to 100% the game. otherwise he's a pretty sweet guy i guess? still my least favorite dating option besides ken amada in-game.

Sam Dalton

Spineless af, no personality but 'horny' for the mc. pretty shit at being a parent. Literally cheated on their fiance, but the fiance is made out to be the 'bad guy'. Character is gender customisable but is written so white male coded urgh. is terribly jealous but not in a cute way. just really annoying. much rather choose their ex wife or fiancé over them any day

[nicistrying]

My sanity is hanging by a thread today. Had a lovely day at work sat with all the girls, chatting wedding stuff and just generally having a nice time. Met my sister in law for lunch and she was just really off with me, judgmental about the wedding, has been talking to our mother in law about my IUD which frankly is no one else's fucking business. I was pissed that Matt had talked to his parents about it at the weekend when I didn't go over to their house with him bc I was in agony, but I don't need family discussions to be happening about my uterus and my choice of contraception. Matt had explained to his mam that I made the choice to be in significant physical pain rather than be mentally fucked up with paranoia, anxiety, mood swings and depression which is what happened when I took the pill. I spent years working on my mental health and finally got meds for it and didn't want to ruin it by pumping myself full of hormones. Like this was not a lightly made decision but it's the decision I made. And yes I am still going to complain about it bc it's really fucking painful and the options I was choosing between were all terrible. It's bullshit that these are the choices women have to make and then we get judged for them, by other women of all people? His mam is a fucking doctor and she often works on maternity wards!!! Like pray tell, what other magical option do I have?? Doctors would never give me permanent sterilisation bc I'm too young, likewise with a vasectomy for Matt and if he did have one his parents would go ape shit that he wasn't carrying on the family bloodline 🤢🤢🤢🤢 like why can't they just leave us alone and accept our decisions that we make in our own lives. I was thinking I should reach out to them since I haven't seen them for a few weeks but they can fuck themselves.

Anyway then went back to work for the afternoon, our systems were totally off for annual billing process so we literally couldn't do any work so I just sat ordering wedding stuff. A lil flower crown for me to try on, a load of cute little coloured glass bottles for the tables, and the cake topper. AND THEN I get home feeling a little icky, drag myself upstairs to work out and get some endorphins going, and I have to push Maggie out of my way and she fucking snaps at me?? She's been told to go to bed and we'll ignore her the rest of the night but come on dude! I didn't need this! So now I'm sitting on the floor in my gym gear about to give up ans go eat dinner with Matt instead bc I don't really have time to work out now. Urgh thank god it's Friday tomorrow. We're going for a little date night to a restaurant down by the river and I was going to invite Matt's brother and sister in law but after how she was today we'll just go by ourselves. Happy Thursday everyone!! 🤘

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 18

Compatibility dumping, casa announcement

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island where {0} is being interrogated about who her favourite boy is!

NARRATOR: I haven’t been questioned this hard since I had a first date with a criminal prosecutor.

NARRATOR: I <i>objected</i> to her line of questioning... and no, my job isn’t a little bit silly!

NARRATOR: Oh well, I probably couldn’t have <i>sustained</i> her interest anyway.

NARRATOR: But how will {0} deal with this <i>cross</i>-examination?

Grace stands before you, hand on her hip, as she awaits your response.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: So, go on then, {0}.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Which boy are you going to choose?

{0}_FLIRTY: Who said she has to pick a boy at all…

{0} smiles at you.

Your gaze shifts between Ozzy, {0} and Elliot as you consider Grace’s question...

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Well…

Suddenly, Grace’s phone pings!

GRACE_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

LITEXT: Islanders, get ready to gather around the Firepit for the results of tonight’s compatibility vote.

CHLOE_HAPPY: Saved by the bell, {0}.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Not quite. She still has time to answer me.

Amelia runs up to you and locks her arm in yours.

AMELIA_HAPPY: No she doesn’t. I need to have a private word with her before we get to the Firepit.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Your private word can wait, Amelia. This is more important!

AMELIA_SERIOUS: It can’t wait actually. Genuine sister emergency.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We’ll be five minutes.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Urgh, fine. I’ll find you afterwards then.

Grace shakes her head in frustration as you and Amelia walk off towards the dressing room, arm in arm.

AMELIA_HAPPY: And… breathe. That was intense!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Tell me about it. What’s the sister emergency?

AMELIA_HAPPY: I should have tried harder to become an actor. I’m a natural.

AMELIA_HAPPY: There is no emergency, I just thought I’d get you out of there.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: My toes were curling just watching how awks it was.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Can’t imagine being in your shoes.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Should I have let you handle it or did I do the right thing getting you out of there?

I had it under control

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Maybe you’re just trying to help but I had it all under control.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I can look after myself, Amelia.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {0}. If I’d have known I’d have left you to it.

AMELIA_IDLE: My twin-stinct must be a little off. Maybe it’s all the sun.

Glad you got me out of there

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Getting me out of there was absolutely the right call.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It was so awkward I couldn’t think.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Phew, I’m glad. Happy to see my twin-stinct is still in good working order.

AMELIA_HAPPY: At least now you have some space to make up your mind and process everything.

AMELIA_IDLE: I am kind of intrigued though...

AMELIA_IDLE: If I hadn't been all heroic and stepped in, which boy would you have chosen?

I’d have chosen Ozzy

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’d have chosen Ozzy.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: You’d have what…?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Well, I’m low-key glad I stepped in then because that could have gotten...

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Interesting.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: How do you think she’d have reacted?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Don’t get me wrong, that argument they had last night sounded endgame.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: But she’s still into him the most out of anyone here.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: And something tells me that you swooping in before a compatibility vote...

AMELIA_IDLE: Probably wouldn’t have made her day.

I’d have chosen {0}

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’d have chosen {0}.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aww, you and {0} are so cute.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Elliot may have tried, but nothing can get in the way of you two.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Especially not after Ryan’s adorable song earlier.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: That was such a cute gesture.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Not even the villa gardener when he realises Jamal picked all the flowers for you.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: That was such a cute gesture though.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Even after Roberto’s shocking dance display earlier.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m joking. It was such a cute gesture.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Especially not after that adorable speech Lewie gave you.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: It was such a cute gesture.

I’d have chosen Elliot

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’d have chosen Elliot.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aww so Elliot has been streaming in your dreams after all. Thought so.

PLAYER_HAPPY: There’s something there for sure.

AMELIA_HAPPY: {0}, I’m so happy for you. Sounds like you’re getting good vibes early doors.

I don’t know

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t know what I’d have told her. It’s still quite early to be making big decisions.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Agree with you 100%.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Something tells me she wouldn’t have taken that as an answer though.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Yeh, maybe not.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I’ll have your back if she pushes you for an answer later.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: If you aren’t ready to decide, that’s all there is to it.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Maybe leave me to it. I already said I can take care of myself.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Noted.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Grace clearly feels your decision could change her situation.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Do you think so?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Of course. You’re her only real competition at the minute.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Unless Chloe and Ozzy are secretly vibing.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: What you need is to step out to that Firepit looking absolutely stunning tonight.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Let her know it’s on and wow the socks off Ozzy whilst you do it.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Let her know it’s on and wow the socks off {0} whilst you do it.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Let her know it’s on and wow the socks off Elliot whilst you do it.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Let her know it’s on and wow the socks off everyone whilst you do it.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Let’s have a look in the wardrobe. See what we can find.

AMELIA_HAPPY: That outfit looks absolutely stunning.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: No wonder you’re the one everyone is after.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Amelia!

PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’ll just wear what I have on now.

AMELIA_IDLE: I actually love this outfit on you...

PLAYER_SERIOUS: But?

AMELIA_HAPPY: I think this is a big chance to look fire and prove why you should be here.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You are front and centre with all the boys after all.

AMELIA_IDLE: So, do you want to have another look, {0}?

I’ll take another look

PLAYER_HAPPY: This is gorgeous. I am feeling myself in this.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It looks incredible!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’re guaranteed to steal the night now.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think I’ll just go with what I have on now.

AMELIA_HAPPY: With or without a new outfit you still look hot. Always.

I’m good in this

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think I’ll just go with what I have on now.

AMELIA_HAPPY: With or without a new outfit you still look hot. Always.

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, if we’re both ready, let’s go and find the others.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Everyone’s really getting it all off their chest today, aren’t they?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How do you mean?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Well, {0} making his big romantic gesture towards you.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Grace confronting you.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: It’s got me thinking about something that’s been on my chest for a while.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re either about to complain about how tight your bra is again…

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Or tell me a long hidden secret.

Amelia shifts uncomfortably.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I know you said the past is in the past.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: And what happened between you and Zeph is kind of…

PLAYER_IDLE: Ancient history.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Exactly. So maybe this is all just a load of watery nonsense under the irrelevant bridge...

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Try me.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I know you were pretty shocked when Ivy revealed that stuff about Zeph.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Rightly so, if you ask me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I told you I forgave you. It’s in the past.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I didn’t know how to feel about that at the time. It came out of nowhere.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Well, there’s a little more to that story than I initially let on…

AMELIA_SERIOUS: And with all this honesty going around in the villa, I think I should tell you.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I can’t go home knowing I didn’t tell you the full story.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Amelia, you’re being really mysterious. What is it?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: The summer before uni. When you and Zeph were getting closer.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Well, he came to visit me at work because he thought you might be there.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: And you’d just left so he said we should go for drinks together.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: We hadn't really spoken much after I introduced him to you.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: He said it was a good opportunity for us to get to know each other.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: It started really chill and friendly. Nothing to report.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: As the night went on and the place got a little more quiet…

AMELIA_SERIOUS: He was giving me this vibe.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What kind of vibe?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Looking into my eyes for a few seconds longer than ‘just a friend’ would...

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Slowly, it started feeling more and more intimate. We were getting closer.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: And then that was when he told me the thing you know about.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: The thing everyone knows about, thanks to Ivy.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: That he was into you and not me?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Yeah…

AMELIA_SERIOUS: But the thing you <i>don’t</i> know about is…

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Me and Zeph kissed.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You kissed?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I should have told you this the night it happened.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I was just so embarrassed and worried about how hurt you’d be.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I wanted to tell you! And I’ve tried before, but it’s just so difficult.

I’m fuming!

PLAYER_ANGRY: Was this supposed to be some cute sisterly moment where you bare all, we hug and make up?

PLAYER_ANGRY: Because it’s not gonna be like that!

PLAYER_ANGRY: I’m so hurt by this, Amelia. Not only the fact you kissed Zeph…

PLAYER_ANGRY: But the fact you never told me!

AMELIA_SAD: I’m annoyed at myself. I wish more than anything I could take it back.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Well now him ghosting me makes sense.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Well now me and him growing apart makes sense.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Well now my suspicions about him being into someone else make sense.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It was because he’d kissed my sister and you kept it a secret.

AMELIA_SAD: {0}, I’m so sorry. I regret it so so much and I wish it didn’t happen.

It’s not a big deal, chill

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re talking about Zeph like he still matters. Old news.

PLAYER_IDLE: Seriously, everyone seems to think I’m more attached to him than I actually am.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Phew! I was so worried this would hurt you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It would take something a lot bigger than Zeph to hurt me, Amelia.

I wish you’d told me earlier

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Honestly, it is what it is. I don’t hate you for kissing him.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: The fact you’ve waited until now to tell me about it though… that’s not your best move.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I know. I wanted to tell you the night it happened but things got in the way.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I was scared it would ruin everything we had.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: And then I moved away and it never felt like a good time to tell you.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I’ve tried to tell you once or twice in here but there’s always been some drama happening.

AMELIA_SAD: It never felt like the right time. I’m so sorry, {0}.

AMELIA_SAD: Is there anything else you want to ask me about that night?

Was it <i>just</i> a kiss?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Was it just a kiss?

AMELIA_SAD: Yes! It was just a kiss. I promise.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m not sure how much your promises mean to me anymore. But go on.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: It lasted a few seconds and then we both pulled away.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know what I expected but… it felt wrong.

AMELIA_SAD: We both knew. He left a few minutes later and that was it.

AMELIA_SAD: I don’t think I ever actually saw him again after that.

AMELIA_SAD: Except for on TV when his second album dropped.

Who initiated the kiss?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Who initiated the kiss?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I know it’s not the answer you want to hear but it was both of us.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I remember us both looking at each other, and it was like we were lost together.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Everything was quiet and I forgot where I was and who he was.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: We both leant in and kissed.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: As soon as we pulled away, I knew we both regretted it.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: He left a few minutes later and that was it.

AMELIA_SAD: I don’t think I ever actually saw him again after that.

AMELIA_SAD: Except for on TV when his second album dropped.

Did you both agree to not tell me?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Did you both agree not to tell me?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Never verbally, no. I think we both just knew it was wrong.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: He left a few minutes after the kiss, before we could speak about what to do.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I was worried to tell you right away, and then I thought maybe you didn’t ever need to know.

AMELIA_SAD: But now I see how selfish that was.

AMELIA_SAD: I don’t think I ever actually saw him again after the kiss.

AMELIA_SAD: Except for on TV when his second album dropped.

Have you spoken to him since?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Have you spoken to him since the kiss?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: No. Honestly not.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m not sure how much your honesty means to me. But go on.

AMELIA_SAD: The kiss was really short and I immediately just felt guilty.

AMELIA_SAD: He left not long after and then I never saw him again.

AMELIA_SAD: Except for on TV when his second album dropped.

I’m over it

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t need to know anything else, Amelia.

PLAYER_IDLE: The whole Zeph thing is behind me.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Whatever happened, I’m sure you regret it.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: So let’s drop it and focus on having a good time in the villa.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Living with you again has just reinforced how much I need you in my life.

AMELIA_IDLE: I thought telling you about Zeph would help give you some closure.

AMELIA_IDLE: But I guess it was me that needed the closure.

Amelia pulls you into a tight and loving hug.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I love you, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: The whole Zeph thing is in the past.

PLAYER_IDLE: I wish you hadn’t done it and I wish you’d told me earlier.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: And that’s all there is to it. The other details don’t matter.

AMELIA_SAD: You’re right. The fact is: I let you down and should have told you sooner.

Suddenly, {0} bursts into the room.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, I’m sorry. Am I intruding?

PLAYER_IDLE: What is it, {0}?

{0}_IDLE: Everyone's at the Firepit. It’s time for the dumping.

Amelia looks at you, a pensive look in her eyes.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: We’ll finish this later, {0}.

All the Islanders have gathered around the Firepit as you take your place next to Elliot.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Have to say I’m a little bit nervous.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: You look gorgeous though, {0}.

{0}_FLIRTY: You’ll get used to that.

Ozzy and Grace are standing a distance apart, back to back.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Can’t say any of us are looking like we’re about to settle down any time soon.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Never mind settling down. You can’t even decide who to settle <i>on</i>.

Grace steers some frosty side eye in your direction.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: No couple is truly safe.

{0} and {1} both glance at you.

Suddenly, your phone pings. You read the text out.

LITEXT: Islanders, tonight's compatibility vote will not be decided by the public. It will be decided by your fellow Islanders.

LITEXT: Please split up into your couples and make your decision. {0}MinusTwo {1}ToughCall

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: We have to decide which couple is the least compatible?

{0}_SURPRISED: Yikes.

{0}_SAD: That’s not gonna be easy.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: We’ve all still got a long way to go in here.

{0}_SERIOUS: Like Ozzy said, none of us are about to settle down.

{0} looks at you with a nervous smile.

{0}_SERIOUS: Suppose we just have to go off potential for romance in the villa.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: How about we discuss this with our own partners?

{0}_SURPRISED: This ain’t one of your videogames. ‘Game Over’ means bye bye villa.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Thanks for the reminder.

{0}_SERIOUS: Come on, {1}. Let’s go and make our decision.

You and Elliot separate from the others to decide who to vote for.

PLAYER_IDLE: Are you ready to get to it then, Elliot?

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I’m not sure.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know anyone well enough to decide whether they stay or not.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I’ve committed all my time trying to get to know you.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: I’ve barely spoken to anyone else.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You must have some opinions on who’s working and who isn’t?

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Well, Ozzy and Grace have undeniable potential.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Although they’re one of those couples that wind each other up.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: They’re already bickering.

ELLIOT_IDLE: But it seems like something keeps bringing them back together.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Although, I think she likes him more than he likes her.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Which is causing a bit of drama.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Tell me about it!

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But, that’s not always a bad thing.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’ve been telling Grace she should be worried about Ozzy for days.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Hmmm, interesting.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Then there’s Amelia and {0}, who are really cute together.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I sense this nervousness when they’re around each other.

ELLIOT_IDLE: They’re still figuring each other out but they could work for sure.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You told me you didn’t know anyone well enough.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Looks like you’ve been taking lecture notes.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I’m a little bit of a nerd. Guilty.

PLAYER_IDLE: What about {0} and {1}. What notes do you have on them?

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I love {0}. She’s hilarious.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: And {0} is a top guy. Really kind from the moment I walked in.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: They’ve been coupled up since the start and I sense both are scared to commit.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But if they put their heads down together, I think they could be great.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Although I think you might’ve caught her eye more than {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: We did spend that night in the Hideaway together.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: It’s super early for them but it could work for sure.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Plus me and Chloe are newbie buddies.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Would be nice if she could have a proper chance to find someone.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But I guess I’m holding off on who I think is the least compatible.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Well, go on then.

ELLIOT_SAD: It has to be {0} and {1} for me.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: They just seem on totally different planets.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Maybe in different circumstances they could have something.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But you can’t say Ryan is giving it his all.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Especially when he’s out here singing love songs to you.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But you can’t say Jamal is giving it his all.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Especially when he’s out here picking flowers for you.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But you can’t say Roberto is giving it his all.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Especially when he’s out here busting dance moves for you.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But you can’t say Lewie is giving it his all.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Especially when he’s making speeches for you.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: In front of everyone, too. Just saying.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: They’re my initial observations anyway.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Do you think I’ve been paying close enough attention?

You’re a good judge of character

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Detective Inspector Elliot over here. Nothing gets past you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Seems like you’re a really good judge of character.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: That’s why picking you was such an obvious choice.

You’re on the right lines

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You aren’t too far off the mark, Elliot.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Not a bad effort at all.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Sounds like you might have a slightly different take though...

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe I do.

Have you had your eyes closed this whole time?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Have you had your eyes closed this whole time, Elliot?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You’re way off the mark with most people there.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Oh, really?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Absolutely. It’s like you’ve been in a different villa.

Are you trying to get {0} dumped?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Do you just want to see {0} go home?

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: Why would you think that?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe his big gesture earlier got you rattled?

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Ok, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me.

ELLIOT_SAD: Especially since you seemed to like it.

PLAYER_IDLE: Can you blame me?

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: No, of course not.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: But I’m just going with who I think is least compatible.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Well, that’s what I think anyway.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: You’ve been here so much longer than me and know everyone better.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: This should really be your decision.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Who do you think we should vote for?

ORIGINAL LI and BELLA/CHLOE

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I agree with you that {0} and {1} are the weakest couple.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: In terms of compatibility, at least. They’d get my vote.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Makes it easier that we have the same opinion on it.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Well, if we’re in agreement, we shouldn’t waste anymore time.

{0} and Amelia

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think we should vote for {0} and Amelia.

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: You’re sure? Amelia?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That’s what my gut is telling me.

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: I didn’t expect you to say Amelia, but you know her better than anyone.

ELLIOT_IDLE: If you think her and {0} deserve to go, I’m with you.

ELLIOT_IDLE: This can’t be an easy decision, let’s get it over with.

NON-LI and BELLA/CHLOE

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think that {0} and {1} are the weakest couple.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: They’d get my vote.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I feel a little bad because Chloe hasn’t had a proper chance to find someone.

ELLIOT_IDLE: And we came in together...

ELLIOT_IDLE: But {0} didn’t seem to put much effort in with Bella.

ELLIOT_IDLE: And I’m getting the same vibe with him and Chloe.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I feel a little bad because Bella seems like one of the nicest girls here.

ELLIOT_IDLE: You know her a lot better than me.

ELLIOT_IDLE: But I can’t say I’m sensing loads of chemistry between her and {0}.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: They’ve maybe just relegated each other to the friendzone.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I’m happy to vote for them if that’s your choice.

Grace and Ozzy

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think we should vote for Grace and Ozzy.

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: That’s an interesting take.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Between you and me, I don’t think Ozzy is completely committed to Grace.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Something tells me he’s playing a waiting game.

PLAYER_IDLE: You didn’t mention that earlier.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: I wasn’t sure if it was only me who thought it.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: They defo give off strong couple energy, but there’s more than a few cracks appearing.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: If that’s who you want to vote for, I’m happy to back you up.

You look around at the other couples scattered around the garden as they discuss the vote for in hushed tones.

Suddenly, you get a text.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

LITEXT: Islanders, the couple that has received the most votes from their fellow Islanders is about to be dumped from the villa.

LITEXT: Please gather around the Firepit immediately. {0}ThrillerInTheVilla {1}StandardEconomy

ELLIOT_SAD: I hope we made the right call...

Elliot looks at you one last time before you make your way back to the Firepit together.

There’s a nervous energy around the Firepit.

{0} and {1} hold hands, neither looks confident.

{0} and {1} both glance shyly at you.

Grace and Ozzy line up next to each other, a few steps apart.

Amelia gives you a hopeful look as her and {0} take their positions.

A phone pings!

OZZY_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

He reads it out.

LITEXT: The votes are in. In no particular order, the first couple safe is...

LITEXT: Amelia and {0}.

{0} sweeps Amelia off her feet with a big hug.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Can’t get rid of us that easily!

BELLA_HAPPY: Yay! Congrats you two!

Elliot whispers in your ear.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Guess no one else agreed with us on them then.

LITEXT: The next couple safe is…

Amelia turns to you guiltily.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Good luck, {0}.

LITEXT: Ozzy and Grace.

Grace turns to Ozzy and gives him a sultry peck on the cheek before sitting down.

GRACE_IDLE: I guess some people think we’ve got something together.

Ozzy continues to read out the results.

LITEXT: The next couple safe is…

Bella looks to you, a slight grimace on her face. She mouths ‘good luck’

LITEXT: {0} and {1}.

{0} gives a relieved looking {1} a comforting hug.

{0}_HAPPY: We’re through!

{0} gives a concerned glance in your direction as he hugs {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: Live to love another day.

{0} gives you a comforting smile.

You whisper in Elliot’s ear.

PLAYER_IDLE: Looks like you were the only one who thought they were the weakest couple.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I told you I didn’t know everyone in here that well.

PLAYER_IDLE: Looks like we were the only ones who thought they were weakest.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Well, best of luck to them.

{0} and {1} take a seat.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Looks like it’s just two couples left.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Looks like it!

Ozzy reads out the final result.

LITEXT: The final couple safe is…

{0}_IDLE: Good luck, guys!

Good luck!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Aww best of luck, guys!

PLAYER_IDLE: I wish it didn’t have to be like this!

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks, {1}.

May the best couple win

PLAYER_FLIRTY: May the best couple win, I guess.

{0}_IDLE: Well put.

Don’t worry… I’ll help you pack your bags

PLAYER_IDLE: Aww don’t worry, guys…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’ll help you pack your bags afterwards.

{0}_SURPRISED: Woah, so it’s like that then, is it?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hope you get a window seat.

LITEXT: {0} and Elliot.

{0} gasps and {1} drops his head in disappointment.

Elliot turns to you with a grin.

Give Elliot a big hug

You leap into Elliot’s arms and give him a big hug.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We made it!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aww cute.

Console {0} and {1}

You immediately head to {0} and {1} and give them a farewell hug.

PLAYER_SAD: So sorry, guys.

{0}_SAD: Aww it’s alright, babe. You and Elliot deserve to stay.

*Celebrate outrageously!

You take a moment to decide how to react…

Give Elliot an OTT snog for everyone to see!

You take Elliot’s head in your hands and kiss him in the most OTT way possible.

His lips press against your own as you spin around and shift your body close to his.

You feel his tongue against your own as the others watch on in awe.

When you pull away, you notice his glasses have steamed up and his cheeks are bright red.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Guess you’re happy to be staying?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Something like that.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: How cute.

Do a victory dance

You jump up and down flailing your arms and twisting your hips this way and that.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yayyy!

You run up to Elliot and jump onto his back, pretending he’s a bull as you cast an imaginary lasso around at the Islanders.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Classy.

OZZY_HAPPY: She’s just having fun with it.

When you’re done you jump back to where you were, straighten yourself out and pretend nothing ever happened.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Is everyone alright? Did I miss something?

{0}_FLIRTY: Love it.

The other Islanders stand to say farewell to {0} and {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t be too sad, had a good run in here.

OZZY_HAPPY: It’s been a pleasure, pal.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll miss you, bro. Boys hug?

OZZY_HAPPY: Of course. The only silver lining of a dumping.

All the guys gather round into a huge group hug.

{0}_HAPPY: Ahh, Roberto. I’ll miss the way you smell.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Benefits of a lifetime going through duty free.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll invest on my journey home.

GRACE_SAD: Aww, Bells, we’ll miss you so much.

GRACE_SAD: Day one hottie.

CHLOE_SAD: You deserved to stay and find your dreamboat.

GRACE_SAD: Aww, Chloe, wish we could have had longer with you.

BELLA_SAD: Yeah, you deserved to stay longer and find your dreamboat.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well, I didn’t find my dreamboat but I’ve defo made loads of friends.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I’m beginning to think the same thing.

Grace rolls her eyes in your direction.

GRACE_SERIOUS: <i>Some</i> friends.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I was just being honest.

{0}_SAD: Enough of that. Let’s go help her pack, girls!

As the girls head off towards the bedroom, Elliot peels off from the boys.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Hey, was wondering if we could go for a quick chat?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What about?

ELLIOT_IDLE: Just see where we’re both at? Feel like the last few hours have been so full on.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: We’ve barely had a chance to just catch up.

PLAYER_IDLE: Sure thing.

Elliot leads you over to the swing seat as the others head inside to help {0} and {1} pack.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’m relieved we both made it through.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Felt way too early in our journey together to be dumped.

PLAYER_IDLE: I supposed the others must have thought we deserved it.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Did you think they’d vote us out?

I was confident we’d stay

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was pretty confident we’d be fine, Elliot.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: That’s reassuring to hear.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s obviously early days for us but the others must see something.

I thought we’d be going home

PLAYER_SAD: I’ll be honest with you. I was pretty certain it'd be us packing our bags.

ELLIOT_SAD: Oh, that’s sad. I had a bit more faith in us than that.

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, we’re here because the others thought we deserved to stay.

I had no expectations

PLAYER_SAD: I had no idea what was going to happen.

PLAYER_IDLE: I left my expectations on the first step of the Firepit.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Thought you’d maybe have had a bit more faith in us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Well what matters is that the others had faith in us.

PLAYER_IDLE: They thought we should stay, and here we are.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I guess one of the reasons I brought you here is because…

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I don’t care what the others think.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I only care what you think.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: And ever since we first coupled up...

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: When you said you were unsure about whether I should have picked you.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I’m just not certain where your head’s at.

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: You’ve been thrown into all this drama with Grace, Ozzy and {0}.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: And I’m starting to feel a little unsure about where I fit into it all.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I’m not the kind of guy to get stuck into that sort of stuff.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: So, I have to ask. Where is your head at, {0}?

I’m 100% committed to you

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You really want to know?

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Of course I do.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: My head is 100% with you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think we have something well worth exploring!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And I’m looking forward to getting to know you even better.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Well, that’s great to hear.

A grin flashes across Elliot’s face.

I don’t know what I want right now

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, it’s still early days for me and you, Elliot.

PLAYER_IDLE: And honestly, I’m just a little unsure about what I want right now.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: That’s totally fine. I’m not trying to get an answer this second.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I appreciate all this drama you’re caught up in.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Must be a bit of a head scrambler.

My head is with someone else

PLAYER_SERIOUS: My head is totally with someone else.

Elliot looks to the floor before composing himself.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: I am gutted because I really felt something between us.

ELLIOT_IDLE: And the other Islanders must have sensed we have potential, too.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Can’t change the way I feel.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Exactly, and I wouldn’t try to change your mind.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: My mind does just keep racing back to that first night we coupled together.

ELLIOT_SAD: When you shared a bed with {0}.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Maybe that hurt a little bit more than I initially let on.

ELLIOT_SAD: There was all this talk that you’d jump into {0}’s bed instead of mine.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: But I didn’t?

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: I know, I know. It just put me on edge.

ELLIOT_SAD: When you shared a bed with {0}.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Maybe that hurt a little bit more than I initially let on.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Then the next morning I was thinking ‘fresh start’.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I walk out and {0} is making a huge romantic gesture for everyone to see.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’d only learnt your name a few hours earlier!

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I can’t compete with Romeo right out the gate.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was totally embarrassed by that gesture.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I think we all were.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Obviously you didn’t ask him to do that.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was speechless myself.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I think we all were.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Obviously you didn’t ask him to do that.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Don’t blame {0} for his silky smooth moves.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’d never blame a guy for turning up the rizz.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But somewhere along the way I guess I’ve just begun to question my place.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I just told you my head is with you.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: And I believe you…

ELLIOT_IDLE: But I also want to give you a bit of time to process all of this.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: And if you still feel like you’re 100% with me even after you’ve thought about everything.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Then we can reset and start fresh. Just me and you.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’m not going anywhere. I know where my head is at.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But somewhere along the way I guess I’ve just begun to question my place.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: I mean, you just said you’re unsure where your head is at too.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I just don’t know what to think right now.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I want to give you a bit of time to process all of this.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: And if you decide your head’s with me after you’ve thought about everything.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Then we can reset and start fresh. Just me and you.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’m not going anywhere. I know where my head is at.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: But I guess somewhere along the way your head has been turned.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Guilty.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: But I’m being genuine when I say I want to give you a bit of time.

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Maybe you feel like you’ve blindsided me and not given me a fair chance?

ELLIOT_IDLE: Or maybe you straight up know we just wouldn’t work together.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Have a think for a day or two and come back to me.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Maybe, you’ll change your mind about us.

AMELIA_OUTSCREEN LEFT: {0}! Elliot!

AMELIA_OUTSCREEN LEFT: {0} and {1} are leaving. Come and say bye!

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: We better get going.

ELLIOT_IDLE: But just have a little think about what I’ve said.

You and Elliot make your way to the others.

All the Islanders have gathered around {0} and {1} for their final send off.

{0}_SAD: I didn’t wanna get emotional, but then when I was packing my bag...

GRACE_SAD: He started choking up.

{0}_SAD: I’ve just had such a great time here. That’s all.

JAMAL_IDLE: You’d all get on with my skate buddies back home.

LEWIE_IDLE: You’d all get on so well with my footy mates back home.

{0}_HAPPY: You’ll all have to come meet them some time. Big night out together.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ll be there. Are any of them cute?

Ozzy rolls his eyes at Grace.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, I’ve had an invite just for me.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aww, no way, you’re gonna meet up back home?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Is that a one way ticket or a return?

{0}_HAPPY: A return ticket.

{0}_HAPPY: For now.

{0}_FLIRTY: Think we’ll both continue as friends and see where we end up.

I think romance is on the cards

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, I for one think there could be some romance on the cards.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’ll be buying a one way ticket in no time.

{0}_HAPPY: I know we’ve taken it pretty steady in here.

{0}_HAPPY: I know we’ve not known each other that long.

{0}_HAPPY: But that initial friendship is absolutely there.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, we get on well, for sure.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: No better place to start than as friends.

{0}_HAPPY: Sounds like something my mum would say.

That ain’t gonna work out

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I won’t hold my breath. Unsure if that’s going to work out.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Just saying it as I see it.

{0}_SURPRISED: Well, I think we’re defo starting out in a good place, right?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: We get along for sure.

Whatever happens, at least you’re friends

PLAYER_HAPPY: Romance or not, at least you’re leaving as friends.

{0}_HAPPY: Friends with potential.

{0}_HAPPY: But friends first.

You notice {0} looking at you nervously.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Can I just pull for a chat?

PLAYER_IDLE: Of course!

You and {0} peel off to the side of the room as the others reminisce over {1}’s villa journey.

{0}_HAPPY: Promise I’ll be out of the way in a few secs.

PLAYER_IDLE: No worries. What’s on your mind?

{0}_IDLE: I know we’ve been in this together since day one.

{0}_IDLE: I know we’ve not had loads of time together.

{0}_IDLE: But I really wish I could have gotten to know you some more.

{0}_HAPPY: I just have this hunch that you’ll go all the way to the final.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Really?

{0}_HAPPY: Of course. Everyone here thinks you’re great.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re fun and flirty and a little bit sassy when you want to be.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re fun and flirty and always so honest.

{0}_HAPPY: So, I just wanted to wish you all the best in here.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: And say, I wish we could have been closer. But anyway, I better get going.

You return to the others as {0} takes {1}’s bags in his hands.

{0}_HAPPY: Right. Enough goodbyes. Let’s head out.

{0}_HAPPY: Bye, everyone! Hopefully see you all soon.

GRACE_SAD: Bye! Already missing you both.

You wave {0} and {1} out before closing the door.

GRACE_SAD: It’s gonna be quiet in here without them two.

ROBERTO_IDLE: I hope for the pilot’s sake they don’t join the mile high club on the way back.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: There’s a lot of paperwork you have to fill in.

{0}_HAPPY: Still, wouldn’t stop me.

{0}_IDLE: That’s quite enough drama for one night… Let’s head to the garden, guys.

The mood is quiet as you all head out into the garden.

AMELIA_SAD: I’m really gonna miss {0} you know.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I think he was a really genuine guy.

GRACE_SAD: {0} was so genuine too. Lovely people.

{0}_HAPPY: Remember when {1} rode on that bull for the challenge?

PLAYER_HAPPY: He fell off after about four seconds.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: He kept blaming me. Saying I’d left moisturiser on the bull.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Bella smashed that bull riding challenge.

AMELIA_HAPPY: She was so up for it.

ROBERTO_SAD: Will you miss them, {0}?

I’ll miss them both

PLAYER_SAD: Of course I’ll miss them.

PLAYER_SAD: It’s gonna be a completely different energy in here without them.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Yeah, agreed.

I’m just relieved that I’m still here

PLAYER_SAD: I’m just relieved I’m still here to be honest.

PLAYER_SAD: Feel like I’ve got a lot more to offer the villa.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Looking forward to it.

{0}_IDLE: Looking forward to it.

OZZY_HAPPY: Makes two of us.

{0} and {1} who?

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} and {1} who?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’ll get over them leaving.

GRACE_SAD: That’s cold, {0}.

GRACE_SERIOUS: {0} is just happy she’s still around to cause more drama.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Excuse me?

GRACE_SERIOUS: You heard me.

A sultry Grace turns her back on you and walks over to the swing seat, Ozzy reluctantly follows her.

{0}_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t follow her if I was you, I think she’s looking for trouble.

{0}_SERIOUS: Stirring the pot a little. She’s angry with Ozzy, not you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Something like that.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Well, I guess Ozzy’s still around to cause drama with his moves.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Let’s leave it, Grace?

GRACE_SERIOUS: Fine!

A sultry Grace turns her back on him and paces to the swing seat. Ozzy reluctantly follows her.

{0}_IDLE: {1}, thought I’d just check in on you, see how you are.

{0}_SERIOUS: You’re kind of in the middle of everything right now.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I guess I am a little bit.

{0}_SERIOUS: All the stuff with Ozzy and Grace.

{0}_SERIOUS: Then Elliot coupling with you.

{0}_IDLE: Also sensing something unresolved between you and Amelia.

{0}_IDLE: But I don’t want to pry too much.

{0}_IDLE: And then you’ve also basically got all the boys making plays for you.

{0}_HAPPY: If it was me, I’d be needing a lie down.

PLAYER_HAPPY: When you say it like that, I do sound busy, don't I?

{0}_HAPPY: Very busy!

{0}_HAPPY: So, how are you feeling about everything?

I know what I want

PLAYER_HAPPY: Despite everything that’s going on, I’m feeling fine.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I know what I want. That’s for sure.

{0}_IDLE: Knowing what you want in here is half the work.

I’m unsure about everything

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know how I feel about everything right now.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: There’s so much going on it’s hard to stay on top of.

{0}_IDLE: I thought you seemed a little unsure about everything.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well, this is probably going to seem like terrible timing now…

{0}_EMBARRASSED: But I thought I should get it off my chest.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I don’t want an answer from you. I just want you to hear me out.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What is it?

{0}_IDLE: When I was watching Elliot and {1} compete over you earlier.

{0}_IDLE: All those romantic gestures to win your heart...

{0}_IDLE: I wanted to throw my hat in the ring there, too.

PLAYER_IDLE: That would have really filled my plate up.

{0}_FLIRTY: Exactly. I decided it was probably the wrong time.

{0}_HAPPY: Didn’t want to get in the way of all that testosterone flying around.

{0}_IDLE: But I wanted to grab you the first chance I had, to let you know.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You seem to already know what you want so maybe I’m too late.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Or maybe you feel the same…

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You said you’re feeling a little unsure about everything…

{0}_HAPPY: So I hope I’ve not added too much more fuel to the fire.

{0}_SURPRISED: Hang on. What’s happening over there?

{0} nods in the direction of Ozzy, Elliot and {1} having a heated private discussion.

{0}_SERIOUS: Looks like an intense one.

{0}_SURPRISED: What do you think they’re talking about?

They’ll be talking about me

PLAYER_IDLE: They’ll probably be talking about me.

{0}_SURPRISED: Ohhh, you think so?

PLAYER_IDLE: It wouldn’t surprise me.

{0}_IDLE: Shall we go listen in or break it up?

Listen in

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s go and listen in. Maybe we can catch some goss!

{0}_HAPPY: Exciting! Let’s go.

You and {0} scurry over to the boys, trying your best to remain unseen.

But, before you can listen in…

Break it up

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Let’s go break it up.

{0}_ANGRY: Agreed. Don’t want people talking about you behind your back.

You and {0} march over to the boys, ready to break up their private chat.

But, before you get there…

Leave them to it

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Let’s just leave them to it.

PLAYER_IDLE: If they wanted me there, they’d call me over

{0}_ANGRY: Agreed. Don’t want to cause more trouble tonight.

I have no idea

PLAYER_IDLE: I have no idea what they’re talking about.

{0}_IDLE: Well, I guess they’d have called us over if we were involved.

{0}_IDLE: Also it looks quite heated. Not the kind of drama I want to get involved in right now.

You hear a phone ping!

AMELIA_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

GRACE_SURPRISED: Another one?

Amelia reads it out.

LITEXT: Islanders, the public have been voting for their favourite girl. The girl with the fewest votes will be dumped from the villa.

LITEXT: Please gather around the Firepit immediately. {0}OneMoreToGo {1}ThreeIsCompany

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Another dumping? Right now?!

{0}_SURPRISED: Whaaaat?! Three people in one night?

GRACE_SURPRISED: This is intense!

AMELIA_SURPRISED: I can’t believe this.

Ozzy, {0} and Elliot turn and notice you and {1} have been watching their interaction.

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: What’s going on?

GRACE_SERIOUS: You guys, come on. Firepit, now!

You and the others reluctantly head over to the Firepit for another dumping.

The mood is silent and tense as you all sit around the Firepit.

{0}_SERIOUS: I can’t believe another girl is being dumped so soon after {1} and {2}?

OZZY_SERIOUS: We need a breather. This is so hectic.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Major shake up.

Grace looks between Ozzy and you. A look of worry on her face.

GRACE_SAD: All of us are in couples right now.

GRACE_SAD: Whoever gets dumped will leave their partner single.

A phone pings.

OZZY_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

Ozzy reads it out.

LITEXT: Amelia, Grace, {0} and {1}, please stand up.

You and the other girls stand, a tense nervousness in the air.

AMELIA_IDLE: Good luck, girls.

LITEXT: In no particular order, the first girl safe is…

LITEXT: {0}.

{0} breathes a sigh of relief as she gives {1} a hug and sits down.

Ozzy continues to read out the text.

LITEXT: The next girl safe is…

You notice {0} crossing his fingers, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

LITEXT: Amelia.

Amelia and {0} give each other a kiss before sitting down together.

GRACE_SAD: Looks like it’s either you or me, {0}.

Ozzy continues to read the text.

LITEXT: Grace and {0}... The Islander who will be leaving the villa tonight is…

LITEXT: {0}.

Everyone gasps as your name is read out.

AMELIA_SAD: This can’t be real!

{0}_SURPRISED: No way.

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: There must have been a mistake.

Your phone pings. You read it out, still reeling.

LITEXT: {0}, your time in the villa has come to an end. Your bags have been packed and are waiting by the entrance. Please say your goodbyes and leave the villa.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I can’t believe this is it!

ELLIOT_SAD: {0} is actually leaving?

*Give Elliot a farewell snog

You strut towards Elliot, biting your lip.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well if I’m leaving, I’m not leaving without a kiss.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What do you say, Elliot?

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I say, yes please!

You take Elliot’s head in your hands and begin a whirlwind snog.

You feel his warm lips against your own as you run your fingers through his hair.

The other Islanders begin cheering and wooing as you and Elliot enclose into a tight and intimate hug before finally separating.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Something to remember me by.

Elliot looks at you with doughy eyes.

Amelia runs up to you and gives you a huge hug.

*Give {0} a farewell snog

You strut towards {0}, biting your lip.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well if I’m leaving, I’m not leaving without a kiss.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What do you say, {0}?

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d love to! Obviously!

You take {0}’s head in your hands and begin a whirlwind snog.

You feel his warm lips against your own as you run your fingers through his hair.

The other Islanders cheer as you and {0} enclose into a tight and intimate hug before finally separating.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Something to remember me by.

As {0} gives you a sizzling grin, Elliot looks on dissapointed.

Amelia runs up to you and gives you a huge hug.

*Snog Ozzy infront of Grace

You strut towards Ozzy, biting your lip.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well if I’m leaving, I’m not leaving without a kiss.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What do you say, Ozzy?

OZZY_FLIRTY: How can I say no?

You take Ozzy’s head in your hands and begin a whirlwind snog.

You feel his warm lips against your own as you run your fingers through his hair.

You and Ozzy enclose into a tight and intimate hug before finally separating.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Something to remember me by.

You see Ozzy taking heavy breaths as he looks at you in awe.

GRACE_ANGRY: Ozzy, what the actual?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Little farewell kiss.

GRACE_SERIOUS: It was literally a snog. I was standing here.

GRACE_ANGRY: You couldn’t help yourself could you, {0}?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Didn’t see him pulling back, hun.

As Grace glares at you, Elliot looks on with a dissapointed gaze.

Amelia cuts the tension by giving you a huge hug.

Blame it on Grace

PLAYER_SERIOUS: This is your fault, Grace.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You’ve done nothing but cause drama and make me look bad.

GRACE_SERIOUS: I’ve just been minding my own business.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry, did I say I was finished?

PLAYER_ANGRY: You’ve barely looked twice at Ozzy these past few days.

PLAYER_ANGRY: All your energy has been put into stirring drama for me.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Like asking me to pick a boy earlier today. Who does that? Ridiculous.

Amelia cuts the tension by running up to you giving you a huge hug.

Scream with joy!

You jump up and scream out with joy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yayyy! I’m outta here!

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: You’re happy?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve had a great time in here but I guess my time is up.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No point being bitter about it.

Amelia runs up to you and gives you a huge hug.

Play it cool

PLAYER_IDLE: It is what it is.

{0}_SURPRISED: I didn’t expect you to be so chilled about it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Jumping around and getting upset isn’t gonna change anything.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s been a good ride.

Amelia runs up to you and gives you a huge hug.

*Give {0} a farewell snog

You strut towards {0}, biting your lip.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well if I’m leaving, I’m not leaving without a kiss.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What do you say, {0}?

{0}_FLIRTY: Yes! Let’s do it!

You take {0}’s head in your hands and begin a whirlwind snog.

You feel her soft lips against your own as you run your fingers through her hair.

The other Islanders cheer as you and {0} enclose into a tight and intimate hug before finally separating.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Something to remember me by.

As {0} gives you a sizzling grin, Elliot looks on dissapointed.

Amelia runs up to you and gives you a huge hug.

AMELIA_SAD: This can’t be real.

AMELIA_SAD: It should be me, not you.

The other Islanders walk over and begin a giant group hug.

{0}_SAD: This place is gonna feel empty without you, {1}.

As the group huddle ends you notice Grace wiping tears from her eyes.

GRACE_SAD: I think there’s some truth to what you just said…

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You can say that again.

GRACE_SAD: Kissing Ozzy was a slap in the face.

GRACE_SAD: I don’t think I’ve been the easiest person to get on with recently.

GRACE_SAD: I got my back up because of you and Oz.

GRACE_SAD: I feel terrible. Especially today, trying to get you to pick a guy.

GRACE_SAD: I went too far.

Ozzy appears beside Grace and you give him a massive hug. He whispers in your ear.

OZZY_SAD: I’m gonna miss you so much, {0}. I wish…

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Never mind.

{0} leans into you.

{0}_SAD: This feels like a bad dream. It hasn’t sunk in yet.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That kiss was pretty dreamy.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I didn’t want it to end.

{0}_HAPPY: I promise we’ll see each other on the outside.

{0}_IDLE: I have a lot to think about.

{0}_IDLE: In fact, maybe you’ll be seeing me sooner than later.

He looks around at the others.

{0}_SAD: I don’t know if there’s much else for me now you’re leaving.

{0}_IDLE: Elliot seems pretty quiet.

You turn to see Elliot stood away from the others, a reflective expression on his face. You walk over to him.

PLAYER_IDLE: Everything ok?

ELLIOT_SAD: I’m just…

ELLIOT_SAD: Wow.

ELLIOT_SAD: Speechless.

He gives you a sincere hug before smiling at you.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I’m gonna miss you, {0}.

You shoot Elliot a sad smile as you go to leave.

AMELIA_SAD: {0}, wait up.

AMELIA_SAD: It’s been back to back drama and dumpings and votes all day.

AMELIA_SAD: I feel like we need a moment together. As sisters.

AMELIA_IDLE: I’ll walk you to the door alone.

AMELIA_SAD: So we can say a proper goodbye.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Alright. I better just say bye to everyone one last time.

AMELIA_IDLE: I’ll wait for you.

You turn to the others and decide how to say your final farewell.

Leave the villa with a friendly wave

You blow the Islanders some kisses and wave them all goodbye.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bye, everyone!

OZZY_SAD: Bye, {0}

{0}_HAPPY: See you soon!

{0}_SAD: Gonna miss you so much, babes!

GRACE_SAD: Bye!

You leave for the exit with Amelia as the other Islanders wave you off.

*Leave with some sass

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I know you’re all gonna miss me when I’m gone.

{0}_IDLE: You know it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Grace. I didn’t mean to push your buttons so much in here…

PLAYER_HAPPY: In all honesty, I was just trying to find mute. For all our sakes.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Mean.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And boys, you’ve missed your opportunity.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: There were only four of you fighting for me in here.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Now you’re gonna have to get in line.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Bigger and better things.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Have fun without me.

You leave for the exit with Amelia as the other Islanders look on astonished.

AMELIA_SAD: I can’t believe you’re going so soon. It’s so unfair.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Have to say that exit was absolutely iconic though!

AMELIA_SAD: I’m sorry about the Zeph confession earlier.

AMELIA_SAD: It’s something I should have told you ages ago.

AMELIA_SAD: I feel like such a bad sister for the way I handled that.

PLAYER_IDLE: It came out of nowhere.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: It just feels like a sour note for us to end this journey on together.

AMELIA_SAD: You’ve been here so much for me in the villa. Always had my back.

AMELIA_SAD: I don’t know where I’d be without you.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Do you think you can forgive me and we can end this journey on good terms?

I forgive you

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can forgive you, Amelia.

PLAYER_IDLE: I think moving past it is the right move.

AMELIA_IDLE: I really appreciate that, {0}.

I’d rather not forgive you right now

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t want to forgive you right now, Amelia.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That’s all there is to it.

AMELIA_IDLE: That’s sad, but I totally understand.

AMELIA_SAD: And I will make this up to you. I promise.

Amelia looks at you, her eyes welling up with tears.

Tell her you love her

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess this is it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I love you, Amelia.

AMELIA_SAD: Love you too, {0}. So much.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Best of luck in the villa.

You take your personalised Love Island suitcase and strut out the front door towards a car that’s waiting for you.

Just say goodbye

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, this is it. Goodbye, Amelia.

AMELIA_SAD: Bye, {0}.

You take your personalised Love Island suitcase, turn from Amelia, and strut out the front door towards the waiting car.

As you approach the car you suddenly receive another text!

LITEXT: {0}, surprise! As the winner of the public vote you have been selected for a special prize.

LITEXT: Tonight you will not be travelling home. You are going to Casa Amor early to spend a day alone with 4 new boys! {0}AmorOf{1} {2}DumpingDupe

NARRATOR: I was about to say this is the end of the road for {0}.

NARRATOR: But I guess her road’s leading to Casa Amor!

NARRATOR: That’s right, {0} isn’t heading home at all. She’s off to the place where heads go to turn.

NARRATOR: Where singles go to mingle and where couples go to be tested.

NARRATOR: Find out what sexy singles are waiting in Casa for her next time on Love Island.

[munsons-maiden]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Here’s a smutty little oneshot while I’m working on the next chapter of Worlds Apart. I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki  ♡  

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Eddie Munson x female cheerleader!reader (virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | It’s been two weeks since you and Eddie decided to stop sneaking around and start behaving like every other couple at Hawkins High. Only that you’re not. And after overhearing a group of cheerleaders’ especially cruel gossip about your relationship, Eddie’s insecurities, nourished by all those years of bullying, hit home despite all of his attempts not to let people’s vile words get to him. This time though...he feels like they might be right. Because why would a girl like you ever fall for a guy like him? And when Eddie realizes he made a mistake...he can only hope it’s not too late to fix what he broke. Based on this request: Maybe one where reader is a cheerleader and popular but only wants to be  with eddie but he is insecure because he's the school freak and  overhears mean gossip? Angst w a happy ending?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending; soft, sweet smut; virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader; insecure Eddie; a Pride-And-Prejudice-style confession in the rain  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 11k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (only read if you’re 18+ years old!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), p in v

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.  

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

Eddie hadn’t wanted to eavesdrop. He truly hadn’t.

But he’d heard your name, and then his own, and now he was standing here, around the corner in the empty hallway, forced to listen to the voices of the three cheerleaders and the ugly things they were saying about you and him. He couldn’t muster the mental strength required to walk past them now and face their scrutiny.

He was a rat in a trap.

“…nearly got a heart attack when I saw her jump out of that rusty old van of his last week,” one of them remarked, “Like, I can’t wrap my head around the thought that they’re dating. Barf me out, that’s disgusting.”

“She’s probably just pitying that freak, anyways, and doesn’t know how to get rid of him. Like one of these flea-infested strays you feed one time and they’ll start following you around. He looks like one of these as well.” Eddie didn’t need to see her face to know she was scrunching her nose in disgust. He was used to that kind of reaction. “Oh god, do you think she’ll bring him if I invite her to my Spring Break party?”

“You probably shouldn’t risk it.”

“Probably. I’m a bit sorry for her, though.”

“Why? It’s on her if she’s screwing around with the scum. I always thought she’d end up with Steve Harrington, to be honest. They would’ve been such a cute couple before he graduated.”

“Don’t they always hang around?”

“I mean, yeah. As far as I know. She says they’re just friends but can you imagine rejecting Steve Harrington to end up with Eddie The Freak Munson?”

There was a beat of affirmative silence, before the second girl said, “I don’t get what she sees in that creep.”

“Maybe she fucks him to get a drug discount.”

“Or maybe he’s got some hidden talents,” the third girl jested.

Eddie could nearly feel how she was grimacing with disgust. It was dripping from her voice like poison.

“A freak in the streets and in the sheets?”

“Urgh, stop it!”, the first one giggled, “Don’t make me imagine it. I wanna scrub my eyes with bleach.”

“He probably always fucks her from behind so she won’t have to see his ugly face.”

There was a fit of giggles mingling with the sound of a locker door being slammed shut, before they finally left. Their footsteps were echoing through the silence that settled over the hallway as they walked away in the other direction, clearing Eddie’s path to the exit – but he was frozen in place.

His back against the wall, he let his head fall so his messy curls would hide the stray tear that was rolling down his cheek, as he squeezed his eyes shut to fight the feeling of nausea in his guts while the cheerleaders’ voices rang in his mind, like a broken record, playing their cruel words on repeat.

She’s probably just pitying that freak, anyways, and doesn’t know how to get rid of him.

I always thought she’d end up with Steve Harrington, to be honest.

He probably always fucks her from behind so she won’t have to see his ugly face.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since the two of you had decided to stop sneaking around and act like every other couple at Hawkins High.

The news of one of the cheerleaders dating Eddie The Freak had spread like a forest fire when the two of you had walked into the cafeteria together, hand in hand.

Eddie had known it would cause trouble – he just hadn’t anticipated how much the whispers and vile comments would hurt him. He was used to them, had been used to them as long as he could remember.

He was used to being eyed warily, glared at, picked upon and bullied because he was different, and he’d started wearing being different like a shield.

What hurt him was how people had started talking about you.

And the fact that Eddie knew, deep down…that they were right. That you deserved someone better than him.

Someone you could bring to parties and kiss in the hallways without being laughed at or shamed for it. Someone who played basketball instead of D&D, who wouldn’t graduate at his third attempt. Someone who looked like Steve Harrington, not like himself.

Someone who wasn’t a freak.

***

You’d known something was wrong when Eddie hadn’t shown up at your place for movie night as he usually did every Friday evening.

And when you’d sought him in the hallway the following Monday before classes, he hadn’t even looked at you before darting off in the other direction.

But if you were being totally honest with yourself…something had been wrong ever since you’d stopped hiding your relationship from the shark tank that was Hawkins High.

Things with Eddie had started out perfectly, all these months ago. The perfect love story, like the ones found on TV and between the pages of sappy romance novels.

Your craving for a chocolate milkshake and Eddie’s hunger for fries had led to a chance encounter at Benny’s Diner in the middle of a Saturday night a few months ago, and the night had ended with the two of you sharing milkshakes and fries until the good-natured but tired Benny had kicked you out by closing time at three in the morning.

When you’d parted ways in the parking lot with smiles as bright as the full moon in the skies above, the unspoken agreement had been struck to repeat whatever had happened that night. And one week later, when you’d shown up at the diner again, this time in the hopes not for a milkshake but the metalhead you’d always simply known as Eddie The Freak…Eddie had been there already, waiting for you with one of his dazzling grins and the confession that he’d hoped you’d show up again.

Benny’s diner became a sanctuary, and the milk-shake-and-fries-dates with Eddie an unspoken agreement. Away from the halls of Hawkins High where people would have stared, gossiped, about a cheerleader and the Freak talking, laughing together – when talking to Eddie and laughing with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like breathing. With Eddie, you realized that the corset you’d strapped yourself in could be loosened. Allowing you, for the first time in years, to actually breathe. To be yourself, just like he was, without saying something wrong, being judged. With Eddie, sharing fries and milkshakes at Benny’s little dinner under the cover of Saturday night when there was no danger of bumping into anyone at school because they were all busy partying, you felt more like yourself than you had in a very long time.

And the Saturday night diner dates had morphed into lunchbreaks spent in the shadow of the bleachers or on the little clearing in the woods behind the sports field, hidden from prying eyes; into movie nights and hikes through the woods until one clear, cold night three months ago, Eddie had finally kissed you underneath the starry night sky outside of The Hideout after one of his gigs, his skin soaked with sweat and his voice hoarse from singing and playing the guitar all night. It had been the picture-perfect first kiss.

And one single kiss had turned into many.

Stolen kisses in empty classrooms, fleeting touches and lingering glances in the hallways whenever the two of you passed by each other, heated make-out sessions on the couch of the trailer he shared with his uncle.

And the crush you’d been harboring for Eddie had turned into so, so much more.

Into love.

Not that giddy kind of infatuation of High School sweethearts, but actual love. The kind of love that had you plan your future together, far away from shallow-minded little Hawkins and its gossips.

But where movies and romance novels ended…real life went on.

It wasn’t enough anymore to share stolen kisses when nobody was looking, to see each other every day in class, the cafeteria, the hallways, so close yet parted by that invisible line neither of you had known how to cross – because as soon as the two of you set foot into Hawkins High, you were still a cheerleader. And Eddie was still The Freak.

Until, two weeks ago, the two of you had decided to end the secrecy and behave like every other couple at Hawkins High did.

You’d been prepared for the havoc the two of you would cause, the stares and whispers and bullying, but…you’d been tired of hiding. And you’d thought Eddie had been, too. That he was secretly scared you were ashamed of being with him, when all you wanted to do was shout it from the rooftops that you were in love with Eddie Munson.

That the reason Eddie had never made a move towards Third Base – and had gallantly thwarted all of your attempts to change that fact – had been rooted not only in his genuinely sweet, gentlemanly manners, but a deeper-rooted hurt about you still keeping your relationship hidden.  

But now, two weeks later, it was obvious that something was wrong.

Eddie was avoiding you. And with every step you tried to take to close this strange new distance between the two of you, it felt like he took three steps backwards. Away from you.

By the time Friday had arrived, the vague sense of doom which had started to grow in your chest over the past two weeks had grown into fully-fledged panic.

And you finally had enough of Eddie’s dancing around you.

It was a game day, the whole of Hawkins High a sea of orange and green as everyone sported the school’s colors in anticipation of the basketball game which would take place that evening. Everyone, except for the members of the Hellfire Club, you noticed with a small smile as you entered the cafeteria for lunch break. They’d donned their matching Hellfire shirts for their own game that night, the ones Eddie had designed a few months ago, on a paper napkin at Benny’s Diner.

With his messy dark curls long enough to brush his shoulders, the ripped jeans, the leather jacket and denim vest and rings, the tattoos decorating his skin, Eddie Munson always stuck out in a crowd – but today, in the sea of green and orange – from shirts to scrunchies, from banners to ribbons – he stuck out like a black swan in a pond full of white ones as he was lounging in his usual place at the head of the Hellfire Club’s table. The smile on your lips widened at the sight of him, gesticulating as he replied to something Mike had said. But the giddy feeling in your chest died and withered as realization crept back in that he’d been avoiding you the whole week. The whole past two weeks.

A group of sophomore girls walked past you, a few of them glancing at your cheerleader uniform with various expressions of timidness and awe, and you gave them a little smile as they passed.

Ever since you’d started dating Eddie, most people had stopped throwing you awning gazes and shy smiles in the hallways. Instead, there were now whispers trailing in your wake; some more hurtful than others, but that’s what you’d expected.

Four more months, and you were out of here. You both would be. Rid of ugly whispers and disgusted glances, of people treating you as if the stain dating Eddie The Freak Munson had left on your reputation was an infectious disease.

It hurt. Not because you cared what people thought about you – but because nobody outside of Hellfire seemed to see Eddie the way you did. They couldn’t look past the tattoos, the ripped denim and leather, the unkempt exterior, to see the heart of gold, all the sweetness and kindness underneath that shone from every single one of his radiant smiles.

The smile, though, was wiped from Eddie’s face as you walked towards the Hellfire Club table, the usual exhilarated mood at the table snuffed out like sunlight covered by rainclouds – the same rain clouds dimming the light in Eddie’s eyes when his gaze met yours.

It felt like a knife being plunged into your chest.

You’d hoped for him to give you one of his dazzling smiles when his eyes landed on you, to jump up and kiss you and whirl you around like he always did, but he stayed frozen in place, still as one of his D&D figurines as he watched you approach with a mix of surprise and…something else. Something you couldn’t quite decipher. It scared you.

The silence which had settled over the Hellfire Club’s table seemed to grow more tense when you came to stand beside Eddie, your weary smile into the group, at Gareth and Jeff and Dustin and Mike, answered by uneasy sideways glances flitting between you and Eddie, whose expression had turned into an unreadable mask so unlike him it hurt.

“Eddie, can we talk?”, you said quietly, fiddling with the hem of your cheerleader skirt just to give your hands something to do.

Eddie didn’t even look at you as you uttered the words. His eyes scanned the assembled crowd in the cafeteria, the sideways glances thrown your way, before he said, “Yeah. Sure. Outside?”

Up until now, there had been this tiny sliver of hope that it had all been a misunderstanding. That all your deep, dark fears of losing Eddie, nourished by these past days of sudden radio silence until the tender saplings of anxiety had grown into weeds threatening to suffocate you from within, were irrational, that Eddie’s sudden distance could be rooted in a harmless, reasonable explanation. A misunderstanding.

That if you called him out on it, it would turn out you’d just been paranoid. But judging by his reaction now, it was obvious that wasn’t the case.

Your heart seemed to cease its beating, to freeze over and plummet to the floor all at the same time as, like caught in a trance, you followed Eddie out of the cafeteria and into the silence of the abandoned hallway outside. He didn’t take your hand like he usually did. Didn’t press a delicate kiss to your cheek or your knuckles, didn’t play with the green satin ribbon in your hair matching the cheerleader uniform. Didn’t pull you into a spontaneous little dance, twirling you until your head was spinning and tears of laughter ran down your face.

The air between the two of you was frozen like Lover’s Lake in December when he came to a halt, the silence of the abandoned corridor around you suffocating as Eddie finally turned to face you. It was strange, so utterly unfamiliar to see that there was not a single spark of the usual humor, the usual gentle warmth in his dark eyes as he looked at you now.

“Shouldn’t you be at cheerleader training rehearsing for the game?”, he asked, his voice as hollow as his gaze.

“There are more important things than cheerleader training,” you began, voice softening as you took a tentative step closer to him and added, “Eddie, talk to me. Please. You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks now. And…and I need to know what’s wrong.”

The way Eddie shrunk back from you when you reached out to grasp his hand hit you like a punch to the gut.

“Did I do something wrong?”, you said quietly, letting your hand fall to your side.

Something in your voice, in your eyes, though, snapped Eddie out of this strange detached state, and with a shaky sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut as if he was in pain.

And it dawned on you that you’d already lost him.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he breathed, his own voice choked with emotions, “But this doesn’t work.”

“What –“

“This,” he exclaimed, waving at the space between the two of you, “It doesn’t work. You’re a cheerleader, and I’m a freak. And I’m tired of playing pretend.”

“Don’t,” you said quietly, voice strained to its breaking point with the lump that was forming in your throat, the tears stinging in your eyes and threatening to spill because you knew, could feel where this conversation was heading. It felt like being strapped to a train hurtling towards a glaring abyss. “Don’t call yourself that, Eddie.”

“But it’s true. I’m a freak. And avoiding to say it doesn’t change it. I’m tired of pretending I could be more than the guy tagging along with you through a little phase of rebellion before you tire of him and settle down with one of the Steve Harringtons of this world.” He drew out Steve’s name into a lilt, his voice dripping with disdain.

You reeled back. “Tell me that’s not what you think.”

“It’s what I know.”

Anger started rising in your chest now, mingling with the panic and pain already churning there like a maelstrom threatening to drag you under.

“What you know,” you echoed, voice trembling. “When did I ever give you a reason to believe that, Eddie? When?”

“You’re a cheerleader.” The way he said it, as if that was all there was to you…it made you sick.

“So, a pair of pompoms and a short skirt determine my personality? You, of all people, should know not to judge a book by its cover. And especially not a book you’ve already read.” It came out as a whisper as you tried to swallow back the tears.

“That’s…that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying, Eddie?”

Don’t. Please don’t do this.

Your tongue couldn’t form the desperate plea your heart was screaming at him.

With his voice so uncharacteristically quiet and detached, Eddie said, “I’m saying good-bye.”

There was a shellshocked daze clouding your senses as your body went numb, the sensation spreading from your chest to your fingertips as you waited to wake up with sweat-soaked sheets tangled around your legs and the relief of knowing this, right now, had just been a horrible dream and that Eddie would be waiting at your front door to pick you up for school with that beautiful smile on his lips.

The shrill sound of the bell piercing the silence of the hallways to announce the end of lunch break was dulled in your ears, a scratch at the edge of your perception.

It was curious, how the shattering of a heart didn’t make a single sound when it could be felt so clearly, caused a pain that ran deeper than any blade could pierce.

There was no time for you to react, to beg him to tell you what had happened in the span of a few days to end things like this.

The hallways flooded with people leaving the cafeteria for their afternoon classes, and Eddie was gone.

Walking away down the hallway, the familiar sight of the DIO patch on his denim vest and dark curls fading into the sea of orange and green as he walked away from you.

Just like that.

***

You didn’t remember how you’d gotten to the bathroom, or how long you’d been cowering in the stall, on the dirty, grimy tiles, hugging your knees as sobs ripped through you, the numbness in your body fading as pain took over.

Real, physical pain in your chest, as if your heart had actually shattered into a million tiny shards that were now scraping at your insides, tearing you open while the damn tears wouldn’t stop falling.

Eddie was your first love, your first everything.

And part of you had always – foolishly – clung to the belief that things would always stay that way. That Eddie Munson wouldn’t be your first heartbreak, too. That the plans you’d made for the future would become reality.

You couldn’t figure out what had happened.

Did it even matter, if something had happened? Was that better than Eddie simply falling out of love?

***

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Eddie’s head snapped up at the sudden sound, and a sigh escaped him as he saw Dustin, hands on his hips as he was standing in the doorway to the room Hellfire shared with the theatre club. The boy’s expression in the shadow of his cap was a mix of shock and anger.

“You’re not even going to argue?”, Dustin challenged.

“Would you go away if I did?”, Eddie replied. His voice was meek and coarse from crying. He was tired. So fucking tired and miserable.

“I won’t go anyway. I heard what you said to her.”

“You spied on me?”

“A High School hallway isn’t exactly a place for private conversation,” Dustin quipped, locking his hands in front of his chest now. The kid definitely needed to get his ego in check.

“Dustin –“ Eddie began, but the boy was already stalking towards him with a grim determination on his face as he said, “No. Let me speak. I’m pretty sure you already know what I’m about to say. Hear me out. You’re a fucking fool. You know why? The sweetest, prettiest girl of Hawkins High gave you her heart, and you threw it away because you’re so deep in your little bubble of moping and whining…about what? That she obviously loves you?”

“She never said that.”

Dustin threw his hands in the air, clearly exasperated now. “Did you? Did you ever say it to her?”

There was a pause as Eddie stared at Dustin, before the boy went on, “That’s what I thought. Why do you think she loves you, huh? For your popularity? Your good grades? Your flowery smell?”

“I get it Henderson, thank you. No need to rub it in.”

“No, you don’t get it and that’s the problem. Are you a Jason Carver? A Patrick McKinney? A Steve Harrington? No!”

“I’m already literally on the floor already,” Eddie said quietly, lacking the strength to even feel indignant, “Why do you keep kicking me, kid?”

“You’re an Eddie. And that’s your selling point! The girl took a single look at you, in all your weird glory, all revved up and jumping tables and selling drugs –“

“Wait, how do you –“

“You carry that stuff around in your lunchbox. Do you think she didn’t know there would be gossip and bullying? She did, of course she did! Yet she took one look at you, at Eddie The Freak, and decided you were worth all that trouble.”

“You don’t even know what happened,” Eddie muttered, raking a trembling hand through his curls. “You don’t know what people are saying –“

“You’re the one who taught me to not be bullied into giving up what I love and now you’re sitting here, hiding and moping around after doing exactly that. You threw her away like the notes for a failed D&D campaign. Or did you really think you were letting her go because you’re such a hero? You’re not a hero, you’re a coward. You’re running away. And while it’s okay to run away from danger or graduation or whatever, it’s really fucking stupid to run away from someone who loves you.” Dustin paused, letting his words sink in, before he added, “If I were you, I’d be on my knees and begging for her to forgive your utter and devastating stupidity and take you back. So…” Dustin cleared his throat, straightening his spine as he stared down at Eddie, who was still miserably cowering amid the scenery for the theatre club’s next piece, “Eddie The Freak. Get up from the floor, wipe your eyes, blow your nose, and get your girl back.”

With these words still hanging in the air, Dustin turned to leave, but Eddie’s voice rang out to hold him back.

“Henderson. Wait.”

Dustin turned, watching as Eddie slowly climbed back to his feet. Taking a steadying breath, he righted his leather jacket and he raised his chin, before he announced, “You need to tell the others that Hellfire’s cancelled tonight.”

“Wa –“

“There’s a goddamn important balls-and-laundry-baskets game I need to attend.”

Eddie could only hope it wasn’t too late already.

***

You’d never been so miserable in your life like you felt right now, dancing and jumping and smiling that wide fake smile as your muscles went through the movements of the choreography like a sleepwalker.

The cheers and voices in the gym blurred like the faces around you as every second made it harder to fight back the tears threatening to spill all over again.

You didn’t need to be a genius to know you were walking the flimsy tightrope over the abyss of a mental breakdown.

You only needed to get through the next two hours.

And then you could break down and cry your soul out.

Two hours.

“Watch your step!”, the hiss of one of the other cheerleaders tore you from your thoughts as you spun just in time to avoid bumping into her, your mind catching up with the steps of the choreography just in time to correct the little misstep and twirl – and time froze for a few heartbeats as your eyes locked on a pair of umber ones, staring back at you from the entrance to the gym.

He was standing in the shadow of the bleachers, hair tousled and hands shoved into the pockets of his ripped jeans as he watched you, the ghost of a sad little smile tugging at his lips that made him look like a lost puppy.

And despite all the hurt and heartbreak, despite the cruel things he’d said, your stupid little heart leapt in your chest like a bird in the confinements of its cage, ready to burst free and flutter right into his hands.

In the months since the two of you had started dating, Eddie Munson had never, not once, attended one of the “balls-and-laundry-baskets games” since they always took place on Fridays, at the same time as Hellfire Club, and it was sacrilegious to ever postpone Hellfire – but now here he was. And he was watching you the way only Eddie had ever looked at you. Not simply looking at you, but seeing you.

His gaze left that familiar prickling sensation in its wake on your skin you couldn’t get enough of as your surroundings blurred like watercolors because the only thing that mattered right then, the only thing that ever mattered, was that Eddie was here.

It took a few heartbeats for your senses to snap back to reality, for you to realize that the music had stopped and cheers rose all throughout the room as you struck the final pose, applause following as the cheerleaders of Hawkins High left the field to make room for the game which would start any minute now.

But as you walked with the others towards the spot at the edge of the field reserved for the cheerleaders, you couldn’t wait a single second longer.

You needed to know why Eddie was here.

A few of the other cheerleaders threw you dirty glances as you broke formation, pompoms still clutched in your hands, and raced along the bleachers towards the exit, heart racing and mind going a mile a minute.

But the blind spot between the exit and the bleachers was empty when you reached it. Eddie was gone.

The applause rising in the gym at your back rang in your ears in time with your racing heart as you darted out of the building and onto the parking lot.

Night had fallen already, and the soft drizzle from earlier had turned into a full-blown spring storm pelting down on you, biting the bare skin on your arms and legs as you squinted into the rain-soaked darkness, scanning the parking lot for the familiar sight of Eddie’s rusty old van.

It was still there, parked at the edge near the fence separating the premises of Hawkins High from that of the Middle School. Which meant Eddie was still around somewhere.

Not caring about the freezing rain, you raced towards the old van, weaving between the rows and rows of parked cars filling the for now abandoned space as the shrill noise of a whistle seeped out of the gym to fill the night, the noise of cheers, but you couldn’t care less about the game.

Just as you reached Eddie’s van, moving to squint through the driver’s side window to see if he was inside, someone called out your name. The voice was so beautifully familiar, the cadence like a melody you knew by heart, its soft lilt your favorite tune in the world as your heart soared and plummeted to the ground like a stone at the bottom of a well all at the same time.

You whirled around, coming face to face with Eddie.

He was absolutely soaked.

His mess of dark curls was plastered to his pale face in wet tangles, and rain was dripping into his face, running down his cheeks like tears as he held your gaze and stammered, “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you –“

“What are you doing?”, you cut him off. The words came out harsher than you’d intended for them to sound, but…you couldn’t help it.

He looked like a lost puppy as he watched you with those damn doe eyes, wide with a silent plea. “I didn’t want to interrupt, I just…I wanted to see you,” he replied quietly, “And that was stupid because you obviously don’t wanna see me right now, I get that, I really do. So, uh…I decided to just wait here until after the game and…talk to you.”

He’d started fiddling with the rings on his fingers. Like he always did when he was nervous.

“I thought you already said everything you needed to,” you said.

It was getting more difficult to hold back the tears with every second.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed, rubbing a hand over his face, fingers carding through the rain-soaked curls plastered to his forehead – and it was the familiarity of this nervous little gesture that finally broke the dam.

The tears started falling down your face to mingle with the cold rainwater, and your vision blurred as Eddie cooed, sounding as desperate as you felt, “No, no, no, no, please don’t cry, sweeth- please don’t cry, okay?”

“What else am I supposed to do?!”, you shot back, your voice already breaking like your heart had.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands, the stupid pompoms you were still clutching tickling your face, before Eddie gently pried your hands away from your face, taking the pompoms from you so you could swipe at the tears and the rain on your cheeks.

The gesture was so tender, so Eddie, that the tears only started to fall harder.

“I was stupid”, Eddie breathed, eyes on yours, pleading, “Really goddamn fucking stupid. Because I got scared.”

“Of what?”, you whispered.

“Of this.” Eddie waved the pompoms between the two of you. Under different circumstances, it would have been hilarious, seeing Eddie the metalhead absolutely soaked like a cat that got lost in the rain gesture heatedly with a pair of wet pompoms.  

“Of…of not being enough,” he finished, taking a trembling breath that told you he was barely holding back his own tears. His bottom lip was trembling when he added, “I…I’ll wait here. Go back to your game and I’ll wait here and if you decide to hear me out – and I know I don’t deserve a single goddamn second more of your time but I’m begging you to grant it anyways – then I’ll be right here, ‘kay?”

The pouring rain was the only noise filling the deafening silence which settled over the two of you as Eddie waited for your reply.

And while your heart screamed at you to break the silence, to take his hand and tell him to never let you go again…your head told you not to.

He’d hurt you. He’d been the reason why you’d cried your heart out at the floor of the High School bathroom for the past few hours.

“I gave you my heart,” you whispered, “And you took it and smashed it on the floor of that fucking hallway. And then you left me there. Without any explanation. Just like that.”

It was hard to speak through the force of your tears choking you, the pouring rain all around drowning out your frail voice.

“Nothing has changed in the past hours, Eddie. I’m still a cheerleader. I’ve always been a cheerleader, and you’ve always been a freak. It was you who started to reduce us to that. It was you who made clear that I’ll be the one to break your heart while you were just doing the exact same thing with mine. That’s not fair. And I didn’t deserve that.”

And with tears falling down your face in hot rivulets that mingled with the cold rain, you turned to go back inside. You didn’t even have the strength to grab your pompoms back from him. It didn’t matter, you couldn’t go back to the game anyways, to cheering with a smile when you were soaked and freezing and numb and sobbing, with your breaking heart that was still screaming at you to stop and run back into his arms.

“I love you.”

Eddie’s words, spoken with such quiet fervor, froze you in your tracks.

“That night you walked into the diner for milkshakes and we first talked? It wasn’t just a lucky coincidence,” Eddie said, his voice nearly breaking underneath the force of his own emotions. “I…At the start of the school year, last summer, I got the bats tattoo.” You could hear the soft rustle of fabric as he raised his arm, clad in the sleeve of his leather jacket, but you didn’t have the strength to turn around yet, to look into those big brown eyes that would bring you to your knees.

“I doodled these bats on my chemistry homework a few days before that and I decided they looked metal so I got them tattooed and the next day in class – you were sitting beside me that day – you told me the bat tattoo was bitchin’,” Eddie went on. You didn’t need to see his face to know his own tears had started falling. “You told me that you’d seen me doodle them the other day and it was cool I got them tattooed and I was, like, a hundred percent sure you were poking fun of me. I waited for you to say something mean because that’s what people always do and you were a goddamn cheerleader and I was actually kinda scared out of my mind of you. But you didn’t mock me or laugh at me or call me a freak. You smiled. Really, genuinely smiled. And I never recovered from that.” He laughed; a low, disbelieving laugh as you felt your own tear-soaked smile tug at your lips as you remembered that day.

“I thought it was the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen,” Eddie continued, “Like sunshine. I started watching you after that day. At lunchbreak, class, in the hallways…it was so annoying. Because there was no way you’d ever talk to me again. Like, no way. Zero chance. But that grip you had on me ever since that day was insane. Like, you probably could have asked me to join the cheer squad and I wouldn’t have hesitated a single. Goddamn. Second. To put a ribbon in my hair and start cheering for Jason fucking Carver if you’d asked me to.”

His low, incredulous little laugh floated through the air.

Your favorite sound in the world.

And a broken little laugh ripped free from your own in response, mingling with more tears as your heart fluttered in your chest, with love and…hope.

“And when I saw your car in that diner’s parking lot six months ago,” Eddie went on, having a hard time speaking through his own tears, “I knew if I left that goddamn High School without shooting my shot and finally talking to you, I’d be the most stupid fucking dumbass in history. Going in there, walking up to you and saying hi was the one brave thing I ever did.”

Eddie paused, swallowing back his tears before he added, “And leaving you there in that cursed hallway today was the most stupid thing I ever did. So…I guess what I’m trying to say, what I’ve been trying to say for a while now but have been too chicken to actually say is…I love you, Y/N. I love you with all my cynical heart. And I’m sorry.”

In the rain-soaked silence that followed, you finally turned around to face him.

Eddie’s eyes, these beautiful dark eyes, were set on you, blinking against the rainwater running from his soaked hair and down his face, the tears in his eyes. He’d never looked so lost and desperate as he did right now, in the pouring rain, waiting for your reply.

“I was scared as well,” you said softly.

He tilted his head. “Of – of me?”

“You got a reputation as cult leader, satanist, freak and drug dealer. But you were always doodling stuff in your books and on your notes and I spent whole classes just watching you doodle. It always looked so cool. And I remember the day you doodled the Hellfire logo and showed up with the shirt a week later and I was so intrigued by that, the passion you put into the things you were doing. Drawing, D&D. Guitar. I saw you design your band’s logo as well. I felt like a weirdo, staring at you like that during classes,” you added with a soft chuckle, “But honestly, I couldn’t look away. You were sitting right in front of the window in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class, and the lighting always painted your hair in different shades. On rainy days it was ink-black, like the sharpie you used to draw. When it was sunny, it was all shades of chocolate. And you always smile when you’re drawing, that sweet small concentrated smile while you’re poking out your tongue. That was when I knew that the guy beside me in English Lit wasn’t the same menacing freak people made him out to be. And I was drawn in. And when I saw you got those bats tattooed, I shot my shot. You grinned, the most dazzling grin …and you never talked to me again until that night we met at Benny’s diner.”

For a heartbeat, there was only the pitter-patter of rain as you stared at each other, all the unspoken things hanging in the air between you until you finally broke underneath their weight.

“But what if you get scared again?”, you choked out. You weren’t sure Eddie would even hear your frail voice against the downpour of the rain pelting down on the asphalt, the parked cars, but he had.

The sad-looking, rain-soaked pompoms still clutched in his hands like a lifeline, Eddie sank down onto his knees, right in the middle of the parking lot in the pouring spring rain, utterly soaked and lost, and his eyes never left yours as he said, “Please, let me explain. Not rationalize, just…just explain. Five minutes. And then you can…you can leave, slap me, strangle me, whatever is it you wanna do.”

The sight of Eddie, kneeling on the wet asphalt of the parking lot, blinking against the rain that was dripping from the wet mess of his curls plastered to his face as he stared up at you, the plea in his huge dark eyes, the holding the soaked pompoms front of his chest…it was just so Eddie that the wave of affection overwhelmed you, stealing the words right off your tongue.

You gave him a curt nod, locking your arms in front of your chest as you waited for him to explain himself.

“In these two weeks since we stopped sneaking around, people have been horrible,” Eddie began. “It’s painted a target on your back. You never said anything about it but you didn’t need to because I know how most of the other cheerleaders have started treating you. That your friends stopped inviting you to parties…and the reason why you’re on this crashing downfall is me. And the thing is…maybe they’re right. Maybe I don’t deserve to be with you. Maybe I’ll never be good enough. Just…what do I have to give you? It’s my third attempt at goddamn graduation. Shit, I’m selling drugs. I’m a weirdo. And you…you’re beautiful, and kind, and you’re insanely clever. And…what kind of future do I have to give you, other than some tiny, crappy apartment and milkshakes at an even crappier diner for date night? You deserve someone who can give you all the fancy stuff in the world that you deserve. Someone you can kiss in public without people being disgusted. Someone who’s not me. Someone who’s not a freak.” There was so much venom in his voice as he spat that word, so much bitterness and disdain.

And just like that, everything made sense.

Eddie hadn’t left because he didn’t want to endure the bullying and gossip and whispers any longer.

He’d left because he actually believed them.

He believed that he wasn’t enough.

He believed the bullies, with their cruel jabs and their nicknames and their vile gossip, were right.

Because…if you’re being told the same thing over and over again, all your life…of course you start to believe it.

“God, Eddie,”, you breathed. “I’m…first of all, these people talking shit about us are not my friends. They’ve never been. You are. You’re my best friend in the world. And instead of just talking to me about the things bothering you, you just started to shut me out. No explanation, nothing. Because if you’d bothered to tell me about what’s going on with you, I could have told you that…that you’re all I want. That crappy little apartment with you is all I want. Milkshakes at some shitty diner are all I want. Because it’s with you. I don’t care about fancy stuff or gossips as long as the person beside me is you. Nothing else matters, and nothing else will ever matter. I love you, Eddie. And I’m sorry it’s so hard for you to see why.”

You’d crossed the distance between the two of you, standing right beside his van now.

There was a heartbeat of silence as the two of you stared at each other. Beneath the soaked strands of his hair, the dark chocolate brown of his curls turned into midnight black by the rain, Eddie’s dark eyes were brimming with tears as they rested on you.

“You…you love me?”, he breathed, his voice trembling, barely audible over the noise of the downpour.

He sounded incredulous. Bewildered.

It tore your heart to ribbons, to realize Eddie truly didn’t see how anyone could be in love with him when he deserved all the love in the world.

He must have seen the answer in your eyes already – because he didn’t wait for your reply.

Eddies hands came up to cradle your face before his lips crashed on yours in a kiss so desperate and fierce that it made the parking lot, the rain, the whole world around you blur as each and every one of your senses came alive to narrow in on Eddie.

On the feeling of his lips against yours, his thumbs brushing away the droplets of rain and tears streaming down your face as he gently angled your head to deepen the kiss, pressing closer while your fingers buried in the mess of his soaked curls at the nape of his neck to draw the softest of moans from his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie breathed into the kiss, his lips chasing yours, “I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart. I’m not gonna run again. I promise.”

You knew he meant it. With all his heart.

Your hands buried in his soaked curls, you pulled him closer, and Eddie obliged happily, pressing himself against you while your back thudded against the hood of his van.  

One of his hands roamed down your waist, to your thigh, as he helped you sit on the metal of the hood, not caring for the rain soaking your skirt as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer, and the sweetest noise tumbled from Eddie’s lips as you bucked your hips against his, your crotch meeting the growing bulge in his pants to make him groan into the kiss as his tongue grazed your bottom lip.

You didn’t care about the pouring rain or the hard metal of the van’s hood beneath you. Nothing else mattered but Eddie’s lips on yours, his arms around you.

The cold of the spring night was melted away by the heat of Eddie’s body pressed against yours, the blissful burning sensation his kisses sent through you.

His arm snaked around you, hand settling on the back of your head to support your weight as the other slipped underneath the soaked shirt of your cheerleader uniform, fingertips drawing small circles on your wet skin as his tongue danced over yours, his intoxicating taste of chocolate and the faintest trace of cigarettes mingling with the rain and the salt of your tears invading your senses and sending your mind spinning like sparkling, frizzing champagne injected straight in your veins – only better. So, so much better.

Intoxicating and dizzying in all the ways only Eddie ever could make you feel.

With each kiss, so ravenous and greedy and gentle and sweet all at the same time, Eddie was placing all the pieces of your heart back together, mending what he’d broken.

Rain and darkness became your guardians, shielding you from the cruel, prying eyes of the rest of the world as you sunk into Eddie’s arms, rolling your hips against his with more vigor this time, and his answering groan, vibrating through your own body to stoke the embers glowing in your core into flames, drifted into the rain-filled dark of the parking lot.

The sodden skirt of your uniform had ridden up with the movement, and Eddie’s hand left your waist to roam down, exploring the side of your thigh, fingertips warm against your cold skin as he started to toy with the waistband of your panties, thumb hooking around the fabric as you pressed closer in a silent plea for him to follow through and remove the damn thing –

“Wait,” Eddie breathed, pulling away to assess you, and concern took over his expression.

“We need to get you somewhere warm before you catch your death out here,” he said softly – and only then did you realize you were, indeed, shivering. Tremors were racing through your body as the freezing spring-rain soaked through the fabric of your cheerleader uniform, running down the bare skin of your arms, your legs, plastering the fabric to your body and settling on your skin with biting intensity.

“Oh,” you replied, mind still caught up in the blissful haze of his kisses.

But when Eddie moved to gently pull you down from the hood of his van, back towards the gym with him, you called out softly, “No. I don’t want to go back in there right now.”

Eddie tilted his head, confusion still written across his features before his eyes lit up with an idea. “Then the van it is. Come on, sweetheart. Gotta warm you up.”

“You did a pretty good job with that already,” you teased as Eddie ripped open the doors at the back of the van, helping you climb inside with a gallant little bow before following you, pulling the doors shut to lock the two of you in the peaceful solitude of the car.

The band equipment which was usually occupying the cargo space was gone, leaving room for the two of you.

Eddie knelt in front of you as you sat, already grabbing one of the scratchy old wool blankets stacked in the back he usually used as padding to keep the band’s equipment safe from his maniacal driving style.

“C’mere,” he said softly, unfolding the blanket as he scooted closer, and your heart fluttered happily in your chest at the tenderness with which he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, using the edges to gentle swipe at the mix of rain and drying tears on your cheeks, drawing a soft smile from you before you grabbed a second blanket.

“Your turn,” you instructed, gesturing for Eddie to shrug off the sodden combination of denim vest and leather jacket. The shirt beneath was plastered to his chest, and you inched closer to put the blanket around his shoulders, carding your fingertips through the wet strands of his bangs falling into his forehead – and Eddie reached out to gently catch your wrist.

“Are we…”, he began but drifted off timidly, and sadness flooded his umber eyes, as if he were scared to voice the question dangling in the air between the two of you.

He swallowed, gathering his courage underneath your own soft gaze before he said quietly, “Do you still want me?”

Affection washed over you at the anxiety in his gaze, the soft tremble of his bottom lip, and you gently freed your wrist from his grasp to lace your fingers with his.

“You’ve always been the only one I wanted, Eddie Munson.”

The smile on his lips was radiant, dazzling, warming you from within as he slowly pulled you towards him, onto his lap, his hands leaving yours to settle on your hips beneath the blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a cape, the warmth of his palms seeping through the sodden fabric of your shirt.

And with an intensity in his dark eyes that burned right through you in all the best ways, Eddie murmured, “I’m a goddamn dumbass.”

“You are,” you agreed with a soft giggle, “But you’re my goddamn dumbass.”

“Where were we?”, he grinned, nuzzling your nose, that radiant smile still on his lips.

But you bit your lip, scanning his face, before you timidly asked, “Is that why we didn’t…make it to Third Base yet?”

The little wince in reply didn’t escape your notice, but before your heart could sink again, he said, “At first, I wanted to take things slow and do it right and be a gentleman.”

“And then?”

“Then I got scared. Because…I’ve never, you know. I was scared senseless I’d do something wrong. I’m…I’m not confident. I’m just really good at playing pretend. I mean, I’m confident when I play D&D or my guitar but I feel like these are the only two things I’m actually good at so…”

He drifted off again, averting his gaze.

Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, and you gently tilted his head to make him meet your gaze before you murmured, “What happened in those two weeks, Eddie?”

He meekly shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to fight his tears, and your heart bled for him – and raged, about all the bullying and the cruelties he must have had to endure for them to lodge as deep as they obviously had.

“You can tell me,” you pleaded softly. “You know you can tell me, right?”

You could tell he was fighting the tears, the shame – and had you been able to set fire to the whole damn town for treating him like this, making sweet, caring, kind Eddie believe the ugly, vile things they were whispering about him, you would have burned this whole Hellhole to the ground.

“You also know you don’t have to tell me,” you added, brushing away a few soaked curls from his cheeks. “You can tell me when you’re ready. Okay?”

He gave you a curt nod, swallowing against the lump in his throat.

And into the silence which followed, filled by the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the van’s roof, you placed the softest, delicate kiss on his cheek before you breathed, “I love you, Eddie Munson. For the way you light up every room with your smiles and your laugh. For seeing people, instead of just looking at them. For choosing kindness when it would be easier to just be rude. For caring about all the lost little sheepies.” Your words coaxed a timid little smile from his as he watched you, your fingertips playing with the sodden dark curls framing his face, “For caring. For being unapologetic and yourself even if you don’t think you’re brave, because sadly, being yourself in a world like ours and a town like Hawkins is the bravest thing one could do. And for giving others the courage to do the same. For giving me the courage to do the same.”

“Chances are,” he quipped, that tender smile playing on his lips, “That no matter how weird you are, I’ll still be the weirdest one in the room.”

You chuckled softly, before your expression grew stern once more. “I mean it. I love you, for more reasons than there are raindrops falling outside. And I’m sorry people don’t care enough to look at you, because if they did, they’d love you just as much as I do, Eddie Munson.”

“I don’t care if people love me,” he breathed, leaning closer, his lips hovering over yours, “I only care that you do. Nothing else matters.”

And his lips captured yours.

The kiss was sweet, slower than the ones you’d shared in the rain, yet it had lost none of its fierceness.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you buried your fingertips in his curls once more, relishing the low moan the motion coaxed from Eddie’s lips, the sensation of his soft, soaked strands gliding through your fingers, rainwater running down your palms as you sunk into the kiss.

And with each movement of his lips against yours, you could feel his doubts melting away alongside your own.

Something had changed, in the way he touched you, you realized.

Something you hadn’t consciously realized had been there before.

Where the caress of Eddie’s hands had been restrained by hesitation before, it had grown bold. Where his kisses had been careful, as if he’d always feared to do something wrong, to overstep and scare you away, there was no more holding back now.

It was like a dam had broken, and you happily let the tide sweep you away, immerse you in the way his hands roamed over your sides, slipped beneath your cheerleader uniform to explore every inch of you, painting gentle patterns on your wet skin like he used to draw his little doodles into his books.

You could feel him smile into the kiss as you uttered the softest of moans when he drew his fingernails up your spine, making you arch your back and roll your hips against his, the already soaked spot on your panties rubbing just right against the tent in his pants, and the shudder running through Eddie made the heat in your core blaze just as much as the sensation did.

“I need you,” you whispered, “If – if you want –“

“God, you have noooo idea how much,” Eddie cut you off with a soft chuckle – one that morphed into a sweet groan as you rolled your hips against his again as he eagerly met your movement with a buck of his own hips, his teeth gently grazing your lips as his hands roam down to the outside of your thighs, dragging his nails over your feverish skin to leave trails of sparks in the wake of his touches, nerves flaring like sparklers as your body came alive beneath his hands.

And it felt like your heart would burst out of your chest with nerves and exhilaration and love and arousal as Eddie’s thumb hooked around the waistband of your panties for the second time that night.

“These need to go,” he breathed into the kiss – a question more than a statement, asking for permission – and you replied with an eager nod.

“Then get rid of them,” you crooned, the heat in your core, the need for him, putting a low rasp into your voice you’d never heard there before.

And with the sound of tearing fabric filling the rain-laced silence of the van, the panties were gone, and you pulled away from the kiss to gape at Eddie.

Who looked just as surprised as you did.

“I’m…sorry,” he said, the sudden timidness in his expression not quite matching the way his pupils were blow, the black nearly eclipsing the umber shade of his irises in the half-dark in the van’s back, the dim, murky light of the parking lot’s streetlamps seeping through the windshield shedding just enough light.

“Did you just rip my panties?”, you giggled, and the guilt in his eyes grew as he replied, “Uh. You wanted them gone.”

“That’s hot,” you grinned. “Very metal.”

His relieved exhale filled the air before he kissed you again, one hand coming up to the nape of your neck as his other hand dove underneath the hem of your cheerleader skirt once again, fingertips gently wandering up the inside of your thigh, painting burning trails of pleasure over the sensitive skin, and the filthy sound you made when his thumb gently flicked over that spot at the apex of your thighs where you needed him most made you gasp in surprise. But before you could pull away from the kiss, before you could even think of feeling embarrassed, Eddie crooned into the kiss, “That was hotter. I hope there’s more where that was coming from.”

You smiled against his lips, and another groan bubbled up your throat as he repeated the motion, the pad of his thumb drawing slow circles over your clit, spreading the wetness that was pooling between your legs – one which had nothing to do with the rain and everything with him.

“Is this good?”, he whispered.

Yes, you wanted to reply, so good. But the sensations of burning pleasure the caress of his thumb was sending through you was stealing the words from your tongue and every rational thought from your mind until there was nothing left but the raw, all-consuming need for more, more, more.

Eddie seemed to understand, though – and your hips moving in sync with the caress of his fingertips over your soaked heat, you angled your head to trail kisses along his jaw, down the column of his throat, inhaling his intoxicating scent of leather and cologne and him, of the rainwater soaking his beautiful dark curls while your hands wandered down to slip beneath the hem of his shirt, caressing the soft skin beneath and relishing the sounds your kisses, your touches, conjured from his lips like the sweetest melody in the world.

“God, sweetheart,” Eddie breathed, and the rasp in his voice, darkened by his own arousal, did nothing to quench the need burning in your core, “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“So are you,” you whispered against his neck, feeling him shudder softly with the sensation of your hot breath fanning over his skin as his fingertips worked you into blissful oblivion.

“I need you,” you rasped, fingertips travelling down towards the waistband of his jeans, following the soft line of his happy trail before you stilled above the buckle of his belt, waiting for his permission, and a smile curved your lips as his hands left their previous position to undo the belt and help you free him.

Your gaze locked on his as your hand wrapped around his throbbing length, a barely suppressed groan ripping from his throat…and a sudden fit of nervousness gripped you.

And of course, Eddie – attentive, gentle Eddie – didn’t even take a split second to see the flicker of nerves which must have crossed your gaze, because with overwhelming tenderness in his gaze, his hands came down to grasp yours, lacing your fingers as he whispered, “We don’t have to do this now, sweetheart. We got all the time in the world, ‘kay?”

“I want this,” you said, your voice more vehement than you’d intended for. “I want all of you, Eddie. And I don’t want to wait a second longer, so if it’s what you want, too…”

The smile lighting up Eddie’s face even in the half-dark was the sweetest one you’d ever seen, so filled with love and tenderness and devotion for you that it made your heart sing as he said, “I don’t think there’s ever been anything I wanted more than…not just that. Just…you.”

For a heartbeat, you just smiled at each other.

Perfectly at ease in each other’s presence, just like it was supposed to be, like it had always been before you’d stopped sneaking around those two weeks ago.

“There’s just one more thing I need to do first,” you said softly, climbing to your feet, hunched so you wouldn’t hit your head on the van’s roof as you felt for the little button embedded there, and a triumphant little huff escaped you as you turned on the small ceiling light before you positioned yourself back on Eddie’s lap, straddling him – and froze as you saw the utter terror in his expression.

“Eddie? What’s wrong?”, you inquired softly, tilting your head.

“I – I’d thought we’d be leaving that off,” he replied hollowly.

And for the first time, you felt gnawing, gut-wrenching insecurity.

“Don’t you…want to see me?”, you asked timidly, heat rising in your cheeks, but the terror in Eddie’s gaze grew as he blurted, “NO! I mean, yes! Jesus, yes! I want to see you. It’s…you don’t have to see me.”

The way he spoke the words in a broken whisper, shattered you all over again.

Because it dawned on you what he might have heard in the course of his life to warrant such raging insecurity. In the course of the past two weeks. You could imagine it too vividly.

And your heart bled for him all over again.

“I don’t know how anyone could ever have perceived you as anything else,” you said quietly, taking his face in your hands, a silent plea for him to look at you, “But you’re beautiful, Eddie. Not just handsome, not just hot, but beautiful.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off when you fiercely added, “Like, that was the first thing I thought when I saw you for the first time, in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class. The only seat that was free was the one beside you and you looked at me with those stunning dark eyes and I was so, so nervous because I’d never seen you up close before and my heart plummeted three stories into the damn basement when I did because I knew I’d have the hardest time of my life not to ogle you like some creep. I mean, I did,” you snickered, “But very subtle.”

“You did?”

“God, yes. I memorized every detail. I’ll be getting my diploma in four weeks but I already graduated from the Eddie Munson Color Scheme School. I memorized the exact shades of your hair and the exact hue of your eyes before I ever told you the bat tattoo looked amazing. And I’m a little ashamed to tell you that my…my mind went a little bit into the gutter when I watched you draw your doodles, which, by the way, wasn’t about the doodles but your hands.”

There was a timid, bewildered little smile on Eddie’s soft lips as he watched you bite your lip.

“You…you’re not making that up?”, he inquired.

“The exact. Shade. Every little detail. It took me a week to memorize you better than I ever did my own damn reflection in the mirror so it’s safe to say I was crushing on you way before you started crushing on me.” Your expression softened as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “But I’ll turn the light off if you don’t want it. I just wanted you to know that whatever you heard…it was a lie. You’re beautiful, Eddie Munson. And maybe one day, I can help you see that, too.”

You made to rise from his lap and flip off the light, but Eddie’s hands grasped your waist, keeping you in place as he leaned in to kiss you.

And this time, there we no more interruptions. No more insecurities.

Just love.

“I love you, sweetheart” Eddie whispered into the kiss as he aligned himself with your entrance as you lifted your hips, heart racing with giddiness and love and the tiniest flutter of nerves – and with his beautiful umber eyes on yours, brimming with all the love mirrored in his voice, the tenderness of his touch as his free hand settled on your cheek, you slowly sunk onto him, burying him inside you, stretching you inch by tiny inch as you sunk down, breath hitching in your throat at the sensation, the tiny little sting of pain that didn’t escape his notice as he stilled. For a moment, worry took over his expression. “Wait, did – did that hurt?”

His voice was strained with a suppressed moan.

You were quick to shake your head. “No. Just a little sting. Don’t you dare stop,” you whispered with a smile.

You could sense how he wanted to protest, make sure you were okay when you were more than okay, and you met his lips in a kiss that was fierce enough to swallow all of his concerns as you settled in this new position. The sensation of him buried inside you knocked the air from your lungs and the strength from your body, delirious with the feeling of him as close as he could ever be, two pieces of a puzzle falling in place, and your eyes fluttered close with the flood of sensations.

“You good?”, Eddie asked, his fingertips caressing your cheeks, his voice strained with his arousal as he waited for you to adjust to him – and your mind went blank when you rolled your hips, your whole body turning into a live wire with the sensation bolting through your nerves, with Eddie’s blissed-out moan filling the interior of his van as he slowly rolled his hips to match your rhythm, his lips finding yours as his arms wrapped around you, your own hands burying in his mess of sodden curls.

It was better, so much better, than anything you’d ever imagined.

“Don’t stop”, you whispered as he gently thrust up, his hips snapping against yours, grazing that sweet spot deep inside of you to make you throw your head back as currents of pleasure zapped through your body, building this glowing, white-hot pressure in your core with each thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” Eddie murmured between moans. His breath prickled on your lips before he caught them in another kiss, open-mouthed and sloppy and sweet at the same time as you got lost in the moment, the raw, radiant bliss Eddie was making you feel, the sensation of your bodies melting together so perfectly, as if you were made for each other.

The sweet noises tumbling from his soft lips mingled with yours in-between kisses while his free hand began to trail your spine, the side of your neck, gently tilting your head to give him access to your throat. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin over your racing pulse as you cried out in pleasure at the throbbing ache building in your core, driving him deeper into your throbbing heat with each of his thrusts, each roll of your hips to match his pace, your heart pounding as fast as the rain still pelting down onto the van’s roof.

“I love you”, Eddie whispered, “I love you so much.”

The dark, rasping timbre of his voice engulfed your senses as his hand snaked beneath your skirt once more, fingertips dancing over your clit to draw the most sinful sounds from you with the skill you’d watched him play his beloved guitar so many times, building that glowing pressure in your core until you thought you’d burst with it.

With a final cry of pleasure, your climax washed over you, swept you away in a white-hot wave of bliss that made stars explode in your vision, your fingers tightening in his hair as you could feel him come undone alongside you at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your name tumbling from his lips as he rested his forehead against yours.

There was only Eddie, buried deep inside you, making you feel as if you were flying as his hands found their way to your hips to help you lazily ride out your climaxes together.

And with the softest sigh bubbling from your lips, you collapsed against Eddie, face buried in the crook of his neck while his hands came up to caress the sides of your face, placing the softest kisses on the crown of your head as he murmured, a little timid all of a sudden, “Was…was that good for you?”

You raised your head to give him a blissful little smile, caught up in the daze of your afterglow. “God, this was so much better than good, Eddie.”

“Good,” Eddie grinned. “This…this was amazing. Like…I figured it would be amazing but this was…this was so much better than I even dreamed of and I dreamed of this, with you, more times than I’m comfortable admitting.” He let out a breathless chuckle of his own that mingled with your giggles.

He looked positively blissed. His curls, only just beginning to dry, were a wild mess, his pale cheeks dusted with a soft blush, and his umber eyes were wide, filled with so much joy and love that you felt a lump in your throat as he mirrored your grin with the most radiant, dazzling smile of his own.

“So, uh,” he grinned, nuzzling your nose, “I wanted to ask that over chocolate milkshakes at Benny’s diner but I figured now’s just as good a time as any, so…wanna go to prom with me?”

You reeled back, gaping at him. “Like, prom prom?”

“Um. Is there, like, more than one?”

The alarm in his eyes made you laugh. “No, I mean. You. Eddie Munson. Going to prom?”

“Well, since we’re official and the plan still stands to turn heel and get the Hell outta here together as soon as we get those diplomas, I thought I could just as well do something…weird for one night.”

You laughed, and Eddie joined in, his hand grasping yours to guide it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on your knuckles.

“Uh, you didn’t reply yet. Getting a little nervous here, sweetheart.”

“Only if you attend in your best leather jacket.”

You could visibly see him deflate with relief at the thought of not having to wear an actual tuxedo, and your smile turned mischievous as you drawled, “And only if you help me pick out the dress you get to rip off of me afterwards.”

“That’s a deal I can live with,” he grinned, before his expression softened once more.

“I love you, sweetheart. And as long as you’ll have me…I’ll stay. Promise.”

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[moemoemammon]

yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

[the-himawari]

A3! Sakisaka Muku - Translation [SR] Pride and Friendship (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Muku: …! There they are. It’s the whale sharks! Wow, they’re cute…!

Izumi: They’re huge, huh~! They’re swimming around without a care in the world…!

Muku: The tank is so large, it feels just like we’re in the ocean too!

Izumi: Yeah. With all these colourful fish swimming around us, it feels like we’re swimming together.

Masumi: *Sigh*… you’re so cute with your eyes sparkling as you’re watching the fish and whale sharks…

Izumi: Eh? It’s a waste if you don’t look at the whale sharks too, Masumi-kun. We came all the way here!

Masumi: Looking at the whale sharks with you is fine, but I want to look at you gazing at the fish too.

Muku: The hero stares at the heroine’s profile at the aquarium, a classic date spot…! That hits right in the feels!

Izumi: Don’t you stray that way too, Muku-kun…!

Muku: Ehehe, sorry. My heart just skipped a beat. Anyways, the whale sharks really are cool. It makes me want to watch them forever. Calmly swimming in the ocean with the whale sharks… …! I feel like I made eye contact with a whale shark just now…!

Izumi: Awesome! Good for you, Muku-kun.

Muku: Yeah!

-pause-

Izumi: We can see the coral reefs and the fish that live there in this section.

Masumi: There’s a lot of different tropical fish swimming around.

Muku: They’re so vivid and beautiful. It’s like the inside of a picture book… I’m kind of getting entranced.

Izumi: True, they’re so colourful and cute~.

Masumi: You’re so beautiful and adorable… when you’re staring at the multi-coloured fish under the lights shining through the water…

Muku: Wow, that’s so romantic! It’s like Director-san is a mermaid princess!

Masumi: I know what you mean, Muku.

Izumi: Let’s move on from that talk already!

Muku: Fufu. …Ah, look! There’s a starfish in this tank! It’s star-shaped and really cute.

Izumi: (Muku-kun looks like he’s having a blast. I’m glad we could come to this aquarium.)

-pause-

Muku: *Sigh*. It was like a dream come true to see the whale sharks and explore the beautiful world of the sea.

Izumi: Yeah, I’m super satisfied too!

Masumi: I had more fun than I thought.

Izumi: Fufu. You had your fill, huh? Alright, shall we buy some souvenirs for the other guys too?

Muku: Yes! I want to talk lots about the aquarium while giving the souvenirs to everyone.

Masumi: I’m going to buy a souvenir to commemorate our visit here together.

Izumi: Hmm, maybe I’ll buy something for myself as well.

Muku: Ah…! Amazing. There are whale shark plushies…!

Izumi: Wow, they’re big and adorable!

Muku: Plus, they’re super fluffy! Wow, these are great…! I really want one… but… Buying one would be a little too pricey…

Izumi: Ah, that’s fair…

Muku: Urgh. It’s a shame, but I’ll let it go this time…

Izumi: Um… ah! Why don’t you buy some whale shark shaped snacks or postcards instead?

Muku: Alright, I’ll do that! I’ll come take you home once I’ve grown up, Mr. whale shark plushie…!

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