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currently living on the edge (not going to a school assembly)
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earthtooz · 2 years
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x : LOVE OF A KIND :*+゚
in which: kaiser needs to be reassured that you love him, even if it's just a fraction of how special you are to him.
warnings: 2.3k words, toothrotting fluff and minor angst, kaiser is intoxicated, mentions of alcohol and clubbing, insecure!kaiser, gn!reader, BAD WRITING and ooc!kaiser probably, established relationship, if this flops i will cry. here we love pathetic men.
a/n: fuck you @kruinka for birthing this. actually fuck you. that's the a/n. enjoy whatever this is!
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it’s approximately 1am when your phone vibrates violently on the kitchen counter, disturbing the gentle, unrushed ambience of friday evening (or saturday morning) in your apartment. pressing the space bar of your laptop with a lot more force than necessary, the show you were watching pauses as you throw the blankets off you, the chill of the air seeping into your body with each step you take.
noticing the contact name, you accept the call readily, pressing the ‘speaker’ option. immediately, you hear the noise of club music, people singing along and indistinct chatter.
“hello?” you ask, directly into the microphone.
“y/n?” ness’s voice returns.
“hey, what’s up?”
“sorry for bothering you so late. were you about to go to bed?”
“no, actually, i was staying up. something the matter?”
“it’s kaiser,” the brunet-purple-haired boy tells you and your heart drops with anxiety, mind beginning to race with whatever your egotistical, narcissism-driven boyfriend could have got himself into.
probably tried to square up someone far more impressive, for all you know. did he break something? spit in someone’s drink?
“i-it’s nothing bad!” ness reassures, “he’s just asking for you.” 
oh. that’s not so terrible. “okay, but why?”
in the phone’s proximity, you can hear someone stumbling and muttering in the background. there’s an indistinct mumble of your name and ness confirming your presence on the other side of the phone, followed by an excited ‘really?’ from the mystery figure. you find comfort in the fact that you know it’s kaiser before the person even has to announce himself.
“sorry, he’s just asking for you… a lot,” the soccer player informs with a little hesitation.
before you can inquire further about it, kaiser’s voice echoes in the background. “let me talk to y/n!” he sounds faraway, but you can imagine his expression regardless from just the desperately excited tone he has. 
“i can tell,” you chuckle. 
“give me the phone, ness,” kaiser demands. there’s a sentence of complaint from the midfielder and some (aggressive) rustling before you can hear your boyfriend loud and clear. “baby!” he slurs.
“hello, kaiser,” you say, grinning stupidly at the sound of his voice.
“hi beautiful. are you well?” the blond sounds a little clearer now and the music seems to have diminished a little. he must have retreated to a ‘quieter’ corner of the club. 
“as well as i can be at home. what about you?”
“i’m great now that i’m with you,” he murmurs, sounding more melancholy than usual, just ever so slightly. you dismiss the shift by blaming it on the alcohol, but there’s a tug at your gut that tells you that the drinks aren’t the sole reason.
you melt a little. “shouldn’t you be dancing or something? why are you calling me?”
“i love calling you,” he whines. “please don’t hang up.”
“if you’re sure… i’m not too sure that a club is the best place to call though.” 
“i don’t care. so long as i’m with you, anything’s fine.”
you huff, tapping your fingers on the counter, trying not to let his sweetened words get to you. “really though, you should be going back to partying and letting loose-”
“do you not like talking to me?” kaiser whispers. you can practically hear the pout in his tone, imagining the way his shoulders slump defeatedly. funny how such a powerful, influential, and unbreakable character can be reduced to nothing in your grasp. 
you couldn’t ever imagine abusing that power though, not when michael kaiser is the one in the centre of your palm. “i do. i love talking to you, i’m just concerned that you’re not using the time wisely.” 
“i’m wise. i’m super wise. right, babe? tell me i’m wise.”
where you would have played with him a little and strung him along with saccharine sarcasm, a small giggle escapes your lips instead. that would be saved for sober kaiser. “you are, you are,” you reassure, suddenly filled with the urge to see him. 
“thanks babe. i love you,” he whimpers. “please say you love me too.”
furrowing your brows at his uncharacteristic display of neediness and constant gratification, you were beginning to grow concerned at his odd behaviour. sure, kaiser loved to be praised for his skills, but there was something wrong about the athlete tonight. you’ve never heard him beg to be complimented like he is tonight, but with the add-ins of alcohol and whatever else, you don’t know whether to flag this or not.
“kaiser, can you give the phone back to ness?” you ask gently.
he whines, “say you love me too!”
“i’m picking you up, kaiser, give the phone back to ness so i can tell him.”
“will i get to see you?”
“if you give the phone back to ness, you will.”
“really? hang on, babe!” 
there’s a bit more rustling, resembling something that sounds like kaiser pushing through a crowd as he holds the phone in his grip, saying ‘move’ to bypassers in his way. after a short conversation that you can’t pick up between the familiar voices of your boyfriend and his best friend, you hear ness’ voice clearly once again. “hey, everything okay?”
“everything’s fine,” you say, having grabbed your keys and a jacket whilst waiting. “i’m driving over to pick kaiser up, hope that doesn’t inconvenience you guys.”  
“not at all. i’ll send you the location of the club. there are 15 minute parking places just outside.”
“thanks ness, i appreciate it.”
“don’t worry. see you soon.” 
“i’ll let you know when i arrive. tell kaiser to wait for me.”
you hang up after that, not waiting for a farewell from the soccer player as you plug your keys into the ignition, the car revving alive. after a 20 or so minute drive to downtown (the lack of traffic at one am made it so much easier to get there faster), you park at the curbside of the street opposite the club, clambering out of your car to lean against the driver’s door, where you could see the club entrance easily.
after shooting a quick text to ness, you wait patiently for the appearance of your beloved boyfriend, hugging your jacket close to your figure. 
six minutes later, you see them; a shorter figure lugging out a taller one over his shoulder with little struggle. regardless of kaiser’s inebriated position, you could recognise his silhouette anywhere, heart picking up a little as you jog over to the club, feet taking you where your heart wanted to go.
“ness!” you call out. 
upon hearing your voice, kaiser’s head shoots up from where it was drooped, scanning the general vicinity of where you were before he spots you. the smile that lights up on his face is instantaneous; a grin that rivals that of the club lights.
“my love!” he exclaims excitedly, stumbling over to you with surprising accuracy for someone who must have drank his body weight in alcohol. immediately, the athlete wraps you up in his arms, the smell of beer invading your senses as kaiser shields you completely from the outside world. “i’m so happy to see you.”
“i’m happy to see you too.”
after a few seconds of relishing in his warmth and (much-appreciated) silence, you take a mini-step away from him; an action the blond clearly did not take well as he groans, manoeuvring himself to now hug you from the side, head resting against yours as you pulls you towards him possessively.
you wave at ness from where you stood, unable to move with the striker clinging onto you. “thank you, ness. i’m sorry for disturbing your night out, you know how kaiser gets,” you say with a laugh, patting your boyfriend on the back.
“no, thank you for taking care of him. i’m glad he has you.”
“and i’m glad he has you too. you should go back inside, i got it from here.”
he nods, waving after a quick farewell before heading back in, disappearing from sight. sighing, you reposition yourself so that it was comfortable to prop him up against you. 
“hey, handsome, you with me?” cupping his face with both of your hands, he nods in your grip, eyes drooping here and there as he stares down at you with unmatched gentleness and love. you add as a light-hearted joke: “you used to be able to party until the clubs close, what happened?”
he grabs your wrists, holding on to them as he speaks, “you still never said ‘i love you’.” 
“oh,” you laugh, letting the sound spill freely. “my bad-”
“-why are you laughing?”
his question shuts you up, catching you off guard as the laughter diminishes like an extinguished match. uncertainty dances within you like smoke, greying the giddy mood you were previously in from being reunited with him. 
looking him square in the eye, you notice something that you’ve never seen him wear before: insecurity. 
kaiser looks so… abashed. sheepish. dismayed. your chest clenches at the sight, a feeling of protectiveness overwhelming you. 
“what do you mean?” you ask cautiously.
“why are you laughing at me?” repeats the athlete.
“oh kaiser,” brushing a strand of hair behind his ears, you see his frown even clearer. “i’m not laughing at you, it wasn’t meant to be mocking, i was laughing because you’re adorable and that you make me happy.”
he huffs, furrowing his brows. “are you sure?”
“of course i am. is everything okay, love?”
no answer. after a moment of simply standing around, you let it go because maybe it was just the alcohol that was making him act this way. you don’t want to think too hard about it. 
“let’s go home,” you whisper, grabbing his hands with yours, intertwining your fingers as you wait for his response.
“okay,” he slurs, nodding compliantly. 
“do you need my help walking?”
“yes,” he drapes himself over you without hesitation, causing you to groan uncomfortably. your question was said majorly as a joke, but kaiser will never let go of an opportunity to be as close to you as possible. 
stumbling back to the car with a half-coherent athlete was difficult but not impossible. unlocking the vehicle, you open the passenger’s door rather easily, shoving him in there with an ‘oof’ from both of you. however, when you tried to pull away, you were met with a chain and lock around your waist, manifested in the form of your overgrown boyfriend who is too liberal with the amount of physical affection he spares.
you place a hand on his shoulder to try and steady yourself from his iron grip. “hey, i need to go to the driver’s seat, can’t you let me go to do that?”
kaiser whines loudly, pulling you even closer. “please don’t make me let go. i don’t want to.”
he was not good for your health. you exhale, slightly perplexed, slightly touched by his devotion. “babe, i’m just going to the driver’s seat. you’ll let me, won’t you?” 
“no. wanna keep you with me. want to love you forever,” his words are muffled into your jacket before the athlete brings his head out of your stomach to look you square in the eye, and the shiny, emotional look in them makes your heart lurch. “please say there’s no one else for you but me.”
grabbing both sides of his face with tender affection, you place a kiss on his nose; an action that causes him to scrunch his nose out of instinct. “you know there will never anyone but you. i love you just as much in kind.”
he sighs, melting against you. the night air nips at your exposed skin but you can’t find it in you to care much.
“so… you don’t think that i’m too much?” the star striker questions and you think you’ve uncovered the root of tonight’s strangeness; the main problem that’s been bothering him.
“a lot? maybe” you whisper and his face falls slightly at your confession, a flash of devastation crossing his features. his expression of ruin is slow to fade so you kiss it off, sealing your lips with his in a gentle meeting of two hearts, hoping to heal his sorrow that was carved from a moment of misunderstanding. 
you pull away from him but the striker continues chasing after your touch.
“but never too much.” 
an exhale of relief leaves him before he straightens up to meet your lips again, hand snaking up to the back of your neck to hold you against him as he tries to communicate all that he feels-  which is everything. 
kaiser loves selectively, but he loves hard, dedicating everything of his that he can until he’s squeezed dry and rendered empty, ready for a refill that he’ll inevitably give away, all to you. 
kaiser’s heart rests in your hands, where it rightfully belongs.
“i love you,” slurs the striker against your lips. “i know i can be a lot but i love you. please never leave me. what is the meaning of life if you’re not there with me?” 
you can’t help wondering about what happened tonight for him to reach such a state of existentialism, but there’s no time to dwell on it now whilst he’s still intoxicated and vulnerable. gently, you hold his jaw so he could look up at you. 
“i might not show it as unabashedly as you do, but please never doubt that i love you. i adore you with my whole being, kaiser, there’s no one else in the world for me like you,” you confess, voice gentle and unwavering. 
he doesn’t let you see the way his eyes mist before closing them and leaning into your touch. “i would do anything for you,” the striker whispers.
“anything, you say?”
he nods.
“then let’s go home and sleep. what do you say, handsome?”
“what a brilliant idea. you’re so smart, my love.”
“thank you but you need to let go of me in order for that to happen.”
he begins wailing in protest.
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stuckysimp · 2 months
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I'm Sorry
Summary: Nat has a nightmare and reflects on herself
TW: Nightmare, mentions of death, child abuse
Word Count: 1071
The joyful, musical sounds of old cartoons echoed through the room from the various monitors that the girls sat in front of. In truth, Natalia could barely focus, but she knew how to pretend, increasingly aware of the instructor who paced the room. It sent a chill down her spine, every time the woman's heels clicked against the ground. She didn't show it, though. She knew what fear would get her.
The world around her shifted, morphing to a stone courtyard. The ground was stained with old blood inside of a chalk drawn circle. Natalia watched, standing in line behind a few other girls her age, as two of them fought. Clawing, kicking, biting, and punching, the two girls were ruthless until one dropped after a chilling crunching sound, going still. The body was taken away and Natalia was pushed into the circle, facing a girl with deep brown eyes who glared at her, no fear or sadness in her eyes. Only the sheer determination of survival. Of victory.
"I'm sorry."
The words echoed, over and over until the world changed again. She stood in a dark, cold room now, holding a gun towards the head of a stranger. The victim was restrained to a chair, a bag over their head, concealing their identity.
“I’m sorry.”
The gun went off in her hand, but Natalia barely registered it as it did. Barely registered the blood, or the slumped figure of the victim. She knew how to be numb. How to pretend. It was the only way to survive in a place like this, lest she go insane.
“I’m sorry."
A sharp pain flashed across her jaw as the world shifted once more. A training room she recognised well, her instructor watching with a displeased gaze as cold metal stung against the fresh wounds in her skin. Natalia clenched her jaw and ducked backwards. She lunged forward, but was grabbed, the sudden loss of air making her world flash white as the panic sent ice through her veins. She tapped frantically against the human arm, stumbling and wheezing for air as she was let go.
“I’m so, so sorry.”
Another voice, one she didn’t quite recognise anymore, finally responded. A younger voice, much younger. Her.
“But are you really?”
Nat jolted awake, chest heaving as her heart pounded in her chest, She took shaky breaths, trying desperately to steady herself as reality sunk back in. The world felt wrong, everything just felt wrong. In truth. Not quite attached to reality, not quite able to centre herself. She felt like she was going to be sick, her skin crawling, even against the soft bedding. Her gaze flickered over to the digital clock beside her bed.
2:36am.
Fuck.
The world was still, quiet. It should have been comforting, but it wasn’t. It just made everything feel worse, contrasting too harshly with all the noise in her head.
She moved silently, almost like she was scared to disturb the peace of the darkness around her. Infect it with her own internal turmoil. She went to the kitchen, making her way through the apartment slowly. A drink of water, moving around, should allow her to go back to bed and settle again. Maybe. Hopefully. She grabbed a cup and filled it with water. If nothing else it soothed her dry throat. That was… something. She sighed and leaned back against the counter, putting the glass down and closing her eyes. Just a moment. A moment of quiet.
Please.
Her breathing became shaky as the noise in her head just got louder. She gripped onto the counter, trying, and failing, to ground herself. Tears slipped out, staining her cheeks, and she covered her mouth to avoid making any noise. She slid down against the counter, hiding herself behind it. Away from the world. Away from the darkness.
Nat had always found that everything seemed worse when the world stopped, when time seemed to rest. There were no more distractions, no tasks to complete, no one to put a mask on for. It left her feeling too exposed, too vulnerable. Like she’d been flayed open, left as a shell, waiting for the morning where she’d be crudely sewn back together and forced to keep going. Keep moving. Keep running. She wondered, sometimes, if she’d ever be able to just stop. To be able to face herself, see herself for whoever she was, no matter what she found. Everyone around her seemed insistent that she was kind, gentle. Good. But… was she?
Even as a child, Nat had always been a survivor, and that often meant making cruel decisions simply to keep her own head above water, no matter how it affected the people around her. She’d kept her heart, more than most, even if she still didn’t know if that was really her.
She knew she’d always defend those she loved, even at the risk of her own life, but what was that worth if she was willing to sacrifice others to do it? How much of the world would she allow to be destroyed, just to keep her family safe?
In the darkness, with the world at a halt around her, Nat couldn’t help but feel like an imposter in her own body. She’d stare into the mirror, feeling oddly distant from the person staring back at her, and it made her feel sick if she stared for too long. She barely even knew herself, but she knew how to present herself to others. Her favourite food, her hobbies, her interests were they really hers? Or were they just another act, another mask? Was it so bad that she’d even convinced herself?
So, instead, she ran. She refused to face it and she just kept pretending. Kept being whoever she was expected to be, even when she broke - the cracks visible still hiding the ones that ran deeper, the ones that threatened to shatter her very soul. She felt hollow, like a shell, a machine. Not a person. Not someone warm, but someone cold, barely clinging to her own humanity. Fuck, how long until that was stripped from her too?
Flexing her fingers, Nat felt a familiar cold wash over her. It was a comfort now, almost. At least she knew to expect it, when she felt like this. When she felt so detached from herself she couldn’t really feel anything at all.
Just the cold.
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howdybesties · 5 months
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Something Missing
This is a bit rushed so please forgive any errors. But it feels so good to write again :)
Inspired by this dream I had about a sort of ex because of course this can’t just be a fanfic. Processing my feelings one drabble at a time. Summary: Rose and Dimitri are enjoying a day off, but something is missing. Canon Divergence. 500 ish words.
“It looks perfect,” he commented. His voice was like music to her ears.
Rose held out her left hand, admiring the ring on her finger. The diamond in the centre refracting the afternoon sun into fragments of rainbows. It truly was a rockstar ring. But why are there sapphires instead of opals on the edge?
Dimitri took her right hand to his lips, breaking her out of her trance. He kissed each fingertip with the gentlest touch.
“Can you believe we’ve been married for 3 years already?” He sighed in contentment.
A rare day off for the two of them, they decided to go have a picnic at a park. There was a hedge maze in the distance in front of the manor. Basked in the warm sunlight in Dimitri’s arms, Rose felt satiated.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into it so soon,” She said with confidence but she was having trouble placing the memory. Did they get married in the church at St Vlad’s? Why couldn’t she remember?
“What can I say? I made pretty convincing arguments,” boasted Dimitri as he fed Rose a chocolate-covered strawberry.
His warm smile was plenty convincing right now. She willed the nausea building in her stomach to subside.
“When did you become so smug, Comrade?”
“Since I got you to walk down the aisle to me.”
Kids were running around, a brother and sister chasing each other in a game of tag.
Dimitri tried to hide the look of longing in his eyes, but Rose picked up on it immediately.
“I know. I wish I could give you what you want,” Rose murmured to him as he nuzzled her neck.
“I just need you. I’ve wanted you for so long, it’s hard to believe you are mine,” he confessed.
He pulled her into his lap, brushing the loose curls out of her face. Her hands rested on his chest. Panic flooded Rose’s senses.
Where was his heartbeat?
“I will always love you,” Dimitri promised, wrapping his arms around her even tighter.
That’s what I’m supposed to say
The scene around them changed. The warmth of the sun was gone, replaced by chilling winds.
Brown eyes shifted to the red ones that haunted her nightmares.
She backed away immediately, pulling out her stake from his chest.
“That’s what I was supposed to say…” his voice echoed.
She watched helplessly as Dimitri plunged into the depths of the Ob.
SPLASH!
She woke up in a cold sweat.
Rose grasped the bedside table for her alarm clock, but it wasn’t necessary. The sun streaming through the sheer shades was enough to tell her it was far too early for her to be awake.
She looked at her left hand like she did in the dream. There was a ring on that finger. The one people put wedding rings on. But there was no diamond, only a band of pure silver.
The nausea was gone, but the ache in her chest remained. Defeated, Rose picked up her phone to make a call.
“Lissa? It happened again.”
“I’ll be right there, Rose.”
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mrsbsmooth · 1 year
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Scripts - S6 - Episode 35 (Part 2 of 3)
Rest of Marshall chat, most of Former LI / OG
PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s time you opened up, Marshall.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Well, here goes.
You join him on the swing seat and he looks into your eyes tenderly.
MARSHALL_IDLE: Well, your head might be leaning towards someone else.
MARSHALL_IDLE: But, I think you could be it for me.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What do you mean?
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I can’t even think about being with anyone else in here.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: So I feel like I need to open up.
MARSHALL_IDLE: And tell you something I’ve been too guarded to say before.
PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I think I tend to push people away.
MARSHALL_IDLE: In a kind of balance between accidentally and on purpose, if that makes sense?
PLAYER_IDLE: Go on…
MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I give off this fun and chill vibe.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Like nothing bothers me. Nothing gets to me. No one gets to me.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But they do. You do, {0}.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I get to you?
MARSHALL_HAPPY: You know you do.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: In the past when I’ve got close to someone, I’ve run away.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Deep down because I’m scared of getting hurt I guess.
MARSHALL_IDLE: Ozzy always said it was a defence mechanism, and he’s right.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: He was always the wise one.
MARSHALL_IDLE: But anyway, in Casa Amor I couldn’t run away.
MARSHALL_SAD: So I pushed you away instead.
MARSHALL_IDLE: I tried to focus on Amelia. It felt like our connection wasn’t as deep.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I guess I didn’t see a future with her.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: You explored it with her because you <i>didn’t</i> see a future?
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I know that sounds stupid, and it is.
MARSHALL_SAD: But if something’s a short term thing you can’t fall deep.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Or get hurt. It’s low stakes. Fun. My default.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But with you I always saw a future. Always knew you could break my heart.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: And that’s why I gave you mixed signals.
MARSHALL_SAD: And it wasn’t cool.
MARSHALL_IDLE: I felt that I could be fun Marshall with Amelia.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But with you, I felt like I could be every version of me.
MARSHALL_SERIOUS: The me that isn’t always cracking jokes or being the centre of attention.
MARSHALL_SERIOUS: The me that doesn’t run away, even when I’m scared of being hurt.
MARSHALL_SERIOUS: The me that slows down and stops living life at full throttle.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’ve been looking for somebody who I can really be myself around.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And everything’s telling me that you’re that person.
PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s interesting to hear.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: I think we’ll complement each other.
MARSHALL_IDLE: And remind each another to have those beautiful slow moments.
PLAYER_IDLE: Like right now?
MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yeah, it just feels so right to me.
Thanks for opening up
PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you for letting me in.
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s nice to see you open up.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: Thank you for listening.
MARSHALL_IDLE: I want us to be able to share things like that.
MARSHALL_IDLE: I’ve never really had that in my past relationships.
That was a lot of info
PLAYER_IDLE: That was a lot to take in right now.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: Maybe I overshared.
MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s a first for me.
I can relate to that
PLAYER_IDLE: I can relate to that.
PLAYER_IDLE: It feels easier to be guarded, because we don’t know what to expect.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: That’s exactly it.
MARSHALL_IDLE: I feel like we understand each other.
MARSHALL_IDLE: But I really can see a future with you.
MARSHALL_IDLE: Outside of here, I mean.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?
MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yes! That’s what makes me so sure about you.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: I keep thinking about doing ordinary things with you.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Like cooking pasta and watching tv.
That sounds dreamy
PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds like a dream.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I want somebody to do all those small everyday things with too.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: Music to my ears.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.
That sounds like a nightmare
PLAYER_IDLE: That sounds sort of nightmarish.
PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure I’m ready for that yet.
MARSHALL_IDLE: That’s ok.
MARSHALL_IDLE: We can focus on what we have here.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: And we can figure out the little things much later down the line.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: If you wanted to, that is.
We’ll have to see about that
PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have to see about that.
MARSHALL_IDLE: Indeed we will.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: We can figure out the little things later down the line.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’m talking a lot and I don’t know if it’s making sense.
MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I don’t get like this, so I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.
MARSHALL_IDLE: And I should be terrified talking like this.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And putting myself out there like I never have before.
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: But it feels right with you.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: And I’m not scared anymore.
MARSHALL_SERIOUS: I just hope I haven’t left it too late to show you the real me.
Marshall gazes into your eyes, honest, vulnerable, happy.
Kiss him
You lean in to meet Marshall’s lips. The kiss is surprisingly soft and delicate.
He gently caresses your hair, his hand resting lightly on the back of your neck.
He pulls back slightly from the kiss and looks deep into your eyes, more emotional than you’ve seen him before.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: I just want to soak in this moment.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? Why’s that?
MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’m just happy.
He leans back in and your lips connect, more passionately this time. Your tongue glides over his.
You clutch his hair, pulling him even deeper into this blissful kiss.
When you finally break away he kisses your cheek gently.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: You blow my mind, {0}.
Hug him
You lean in and cuddle him, burying your head in Marshall’s chest.
You can hear his heart beating fast as he envelops you in his strong tattooed arms.
He strokes your upper arm gently and sighs.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: I could really get used to this.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Me too.
Play it cool
You hold Marshall’s eyes, giving nothing away.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: Whatever happens tonight, I’m touched you spent this time with me.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: It feels amazing to let you in, {0}.
I’ll pass
PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’ve heard enough for now.
MARSHALL_SAD: Ok, I get that.
You get up to leave, giving Marshall a little wave.
MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’ll catch you later, I’m sure you’ve got lots to think about.
PLAYER_IDLE: I really do.
{0} is sat on the side of the pool, his legs in the water. You approach him with a smile.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, {0}.
PLAYER_IDLE: What ya doing?
{0}_HAPPY: I was actually just about to go for a swim.
{0}_IDLE: Trying to clear my head for the recoupling.
PLAYER_IDLE: Of course.
{0}_IDLE: So I can’t really talk right now.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve got lots on my mind.
PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, ok.
PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got people to chat to anyway.
{0}_HAPPY: I’ll see ya later.
You hear a splash as {0} dives into the pool.
{0}_HAPPY: I was just about to come and look for you.
PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, were you?
{0}_FLIRTY: Firstly, I think it’s important to mention you in that challenge.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’m still catching my breath.
{0}_HAPPY: Like wow.
{0}_FLIRTY: I kept thinking how out of my league you were.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re top of the league for real.
So are you!
PLAYER_FLIRTY: So are you, you know!
PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s why we go together. We’re both sitting pretty at the top.
{0}_HAPPY: Hey now, I’m supposed to be the charming one.
{0}_FLIRTY: You’ve taken my compliment and run with it.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Boys should get nice compliments too.
{0}_HAPPY: I’ll take it.
{0}_HAPPY: Humbly of course.
{0}_FLIRTY: Because I must be alright if a girl like you wants to be around me.
I know I am
PLAYER_IDLE: I know I am.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Gotta be confident in myself.
{0}_HAPPY: I love that about you.
{0}_FLIRTY: It’s a bonus to me that you’re a girl who knows her own worth.
{0}_HAPPY: It’s hot.
Not into that
PLAYER_IDLE: Nah, I’m not into that.
{0}_IDLE: Maybe I should’ve paid you a less football-specific compliment.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: That was a miss.
{0}_IDLE: And that wasn’t meant to be a pun.
PLAYER_IDLE: Never mind.
{0}_FLIRTY: You made my jaw drop.
{0}_HAPPY: Was picturing you as the star of one of my skating vids.
{0}_FLIRTY: You’d look cute in a beanie and combats.
I’d be down
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m so down for that.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m an adventurous girl, I’ll try it.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s one of the things I love about you.
{0}_HAPPY: I can picture it now, you and I cruising the streets.
{0}_FLIRTY: The slickest couple around.
How did you get that idea?
PLAYER_IDLE: Where did that idea come from?
PLAYER_IDLE: Can’t have come from this outfit.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Cos that’s not the vibe I was going for…
{0}_IDLE: Ah, see, the vibe you give is I look incredible in anything anywhere.
{0}_HAPPY: Ya know?
PLAYER_IDLE: Makes more sense.
{0}_FLIRTY: From heart rate challenge straight to hoodies and hiker boots.
{0}_HAPPY: You got it all down.
No way
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s not gonna be for me.
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not a skater girl.
{0}_IDLE: That’s cool, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: We vibe together and that’s what’s important.
{0}_IDLE: We can support each other in different ways.
{0}_IDLE: It’s all good.
{0}_FLIRTY: I was writing a thousand love songs in my mind whilst you were dancing.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re my inspiration.
I’m honoured
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, I’m honoured.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Catch me at all your gigs wearing faux fur and big sunnies, looking like a star.
{0}_FLIRTY: You’d always have a backstage pass.
{0}_HAPPY: And you can choose what’s on my rider.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds perfect to me.
Give me an example
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Go on then, give me an example.
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m thinking back to your song before.
{0}_HAPPY: You were into it.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I was.
{0}_IDLE: You weren’t a fan.
PLAYER_IDLE: Unfortunately not…
{0}_HAPPY: I remember it left you speechless.
PLAYER_IDLE: It did!
{0}_IDLE: You know what?
PLAYER_IDLE: What?
{0}_HAPPY: I’m going to write them down and make a songbook for you instead.
{0}_FLIRTY: Keep it as a surprise.
Ew, no
PLAYER_IDLE: Ew, nope. I don’t want to be a muse.
PLAYER_IDLE: Sounds like too much pressure.
PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to be in the limelight like that.
{0}_IDLE: I’m definitely not that big yet, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: I guess I can’t help but be inspired by you.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re such a vibrant person.
{0}_FLIRTY: You were so magnetic.
{0}_FLIRTY: My eyes couldn’t leave you.
{0}_HAPPY: I kept thinking about all the places I’d whisk you away to.
{0}_FLIRTY: When we get out of here.
Let’s go
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s go! You’ll fly me?
{0}_FLIRTY: Of course.
{0}_FLIRTY: First-class for you.
{0}_FLIRTY: Strawberries provided.
PLAYER_IDLE: Like on our first date?
{0}_FLIRTY: You know it.
Give me an example
PLAYER_IDLE: Give me an example? Where are you whisking me away to?
{0}_HAPPY: You must know I’d love to take you to where I grew up.
{0}_HAPPY: So, we’ll fly to Lisbon and drive out through the countryside.
{0}_HAPPY: You’d love it.
{0}_FLIRTY: The Portuguese countryside would suit you so well.
{0}_FLIRTY: You’d outshine it though.
{0}_HAPPY: You outshine everything.
That’s a bit hasty
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s a bit hasty.
PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have a lot of other things going on when we leave the Villa.
{0}_IDLE: Oh, I don’t doubt that, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: But it’s definitely important that we take time to be together away from it all.
{0}_HAPPY: We can wait though.
{0}_IDLE: We’ll have plenty of time.
{0} sighs and shakes the water droplets from his hair.
PLAYER_IDLE: What’s up?
{0}_IDLE: I’m just trying to think of all the things I want to say to you.
{0}_IDLE: This is so important to me.
{0}_IDLE: You’re so important to me.
{0}_HAPPY: We’ve been on this journey together since day two.
{0}_HAPPY: We’ve been on this journey together since day one.
{0}_IDLE: Yes, there have been challenges.
{0}_IDLE: Elliot coming in, Ozzy being into you, Casa Amor, Movie Night…
{0}_HAPPY: But here we are.
{0}_IDLE: We keep getting drawn back together.
{0}_HAPPY: I knew it was you right from the start.
{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since you used that lawn like a catwalk.
{0}_FLIRTY: You played it so cool. It was super hot.
{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since you danced across the garden.
{0}_HAPPY: You fully charmed me.
{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since you slid into the hot tub with me.
{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since you splashed into the hot tub with me.
I knew too
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I knew it was gonna be you too.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ever since you pulled my chair out on our first date.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ever since you popped that first bottle of bubbly on our date.
{0}_HAPPY: When you know you know.
{0}_FLIRTY: And we both know.
{0}_HAPPY: I feel so lucky.
I didn’t know then
PLAYER_IDLE: I didn’t know back then.
PLAYER_IDLE: It takes me a bit longer to be sure.
{0}_IDLE: I get that, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: You really brought out my inner romantic.
{0}_FLIRTY: I love the way that feels.
I still don’t know now
PLAYER_IDLE: I didn’t know then and I’m still not sure now.
{0}_IDLE: That doesn’t change the way I feel about you.
{0}_IDLE: It sucks, but I can’t expect you to be on the exact same wavelength as me.
{0}_IDLE: I have to remember that everyone goes at their own pace.
{0}_HAPPY: All I can do is continue to tell you how it is for me.
{0}_IDLE: Then it’s up to you to decide what you want.
{0}_HAPPY: I do genuinely believe that you could be my soulmate, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: My squad would love you.
{0}_IDLE: And so would my nan.
{0}_IDLE: If I want to introduce a girl to my nan, I know she’s the one for me.
{0}_HAPPY: For me to say that is unheard of.
{0}_IDLE: I didn’t even know if I believed in soulmates before I met you.
{0}_IDLE: I take that really seriously.
{0}_HAPPY: I’ve been searching for you.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re the girl I’ve been writing songs about without even realising it.
{0}_HAPPY: I know what I want.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve got the life experience to truly know what I’m looking for.
{0}_HAPPY: You are the girl for me.
{0}_IDLE: No doubt in my mind.
{0}_HAPPY: You said on our first date that you believed in soulmates.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You remembered!
{0}_HAPPY: I heard that you do believe in soulmates.
PLAYER_HAPPY: How do you know that?
{0}_HAPPY: I pay attention.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m reminiscing about our first date now.
PLAYER_HAPPY: It feels like so long ago.
{0}_HAPPY: Like we’ve known each other forever.
{0}_HAPPY: Remember we talked about dream houses?
PLAYER_IDLE: I remember.
{0}_HAPPY: My house on the coast.
PLAYER_IDLE: With the dogs?
{0}_HAPPY: Exactly!
{0}_HAPPY: My swanky city penthouse.
PLAYER_IDLE: And the holiday home in the med?
{0}_HAPPY: That’s the one.
{0}_HAPPY: My cottage in the countryside.
PLAYER_IDLE: With your own recording studio?
{0}_HAPPY: That was it!
{0}_HAPPY: Would you live there with me?
{0}_IDLE: I know we talked about guilty pleasures.
PLAYER_IDLE: We did.
{0}_HAPPY: But I really wanted to talk about dreams too.
{0}_HAPPY: Because then I would’ve asked if you’d live in my dream house with me?
PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?
{0}_HAPPY: A little house on the coast. So we could go for walks on the beach.
{0}_HAPPY: A swanky city penthouse.
{0}_HAPPY: With a holiday home in the med.
{0}_HAPPY: A little cottage in the countryside.
{0}_HAPPY: With my own recording studio.
{0}_IDLE: I know we talked about our biggest fears.
PLAYER_IDLE: We did.
{0}_HAPPY: But I really wanted to talk about dreams too.
{0}_HAPPY: Because then I would’ve asked if you’d live in my dream house with me?
PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?
{0}_HAPPY: A little house on the coast. So we could go for walks on the beach.
{0}_HAPPY: A swanky city penthouse.
{0}_HAPPY: With a holiday home in the med.
{0}_HAPPY: A little cottage in the countryside.
{0}_HAPPY: With my own recording studio.
I’d live there
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d live there.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds beautiful to me.
{0}_HAPPY: It would be even more beautiful with you by my side.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I could design the blueprints.
{0}_HAPPY: I was just going to say that!
I’d make a few changes
PLAYER_IDLE: I’d make a couple of changes here and there.
{0}_HAPPY: Of course, it would have to feel like a home for both of us.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I could design the blueprints.
{0}_HAPPY: I was just going to say that!
It’s too soon
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s far too soon to be thinking about stuff like that.
{0}_IDLE: You’ve got a point.
{0}_IDLE: Just wanted to chat about our dreams, I guess.
I’d live anywhere with you
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d live anywhere with you.
{0}_FLIRTY: And I’d live anywhere with you.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re more important than the house.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I could design the blueprints though.
{0}_HAPPY: I was just going to say that!
{0}_HAPPY: I’m reminiscing about our first date now.
PLAYER_IDLE: What about it?
{0}_FLIRTY: The bubbles, the strawberries, the excitement.
{0}_HAPPY: The moment my heart soared when you told me you were a foodie too.
{0}_HAPPY: The moment my heart soared when you told me you weren’t really a foodie.
PLAYER_IDLE: But you said you love cooking?
{0}_FLIRTY: Exactly! I get to introduce you to all my favourite dishes.
{0}_IDLE: I told you I was looking for a deep relationship.
{0}_IDLE: One that continues to burn after the initial excitement has settled.
{0}_HAPPY: I think we could have that.
I think so too
PLAYER_HAPPY: I think we could too.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: We do have a lot in common.
{0}_HAPPY: There’s something different about you, {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: You’re exciting in so many different ways.
I’m not convinced
PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not convinced.
{0}_IDLE: We’ll never know if we don’t try.
{0}_IDLE: All I know right now is that you’re the one I want.
{0}_IDLE: That won’t change.
{0}_HAPPY: So I’ll have to try my hardest to make you see that.
It’s too early to tell
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s too early to know.
PLAYER_IDLE: We’d have to be together for a while to know for sure.
{0}_FLIRTY: That’s exactly what I want though.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got to catch a few more people before the end of today.
{0}_FLIRTY: Hang on a sec. You’re still glowing from the heart rate challenge, {1}.
PLAYER_IDLE: Am I?
{0}_HAPPY: Maybe you should stay and chat a little longer.
{0}_FLIRTY: I could raise your heart rate even more?
*I’d like that
PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can chat for a bit longer.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: If you let me get a little closer to you.
{0}_SURPRISED: Ah, gosh. I’m so sorry, {1}.
He takes his feet out of the water and comes to join you on the grass.
{0}_IDLE: Is that better?
That’s fine
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s fine.
{0}_HAPPY: Good, I promise to pick up on your signals in future.
{0}_FLIRTY: Because I very much want you to be closer to me.
I think we could get closer
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we could be closer.
{0}_FLIRTY: You don’t need to tell me twice.
He moves even closer to you, until his thigh grazes yours.
{0}_FLIRTY: This close?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: For now.
{0}_FLIRTY: Let’s talk a little more about the Snog, Marry, Pie challenge.
PLAYER_IDLE: What about it?
{0}_FLIRTY: How lucky am I that you married me.
PLAYER_IDLE: Hate to break it to you.
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah, I know it was just a game.
{0}_HAPPY: But still…
{0}_FLIRTY: You married me and I raised your heart the most with my smooth moves.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Modest.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’d make a hot groom.
{0}_IDLE: Yeah, I really am gutted that you didn’t choose to marry me.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh!
{0}_IDLE: It’s ok, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: I keep bringing it up because I like you.
{0}_HAPPY: I see a future with you.
{0}_FLIRTY: Plus I’d make a hot groom.
Totally
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Totally, can see you in a tux.
{0}_FLIRTY: Full coat and tails.
{0}_HAPPY: Maybe a top hat?
PLAYER_IDLE: Erm…
{0}_HAPPY: Too far, too far.
{0}_HAPPY: You’d be a stunning bride though.
Bring on the wedding night!
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I say bring on the wedding night!
{0}_FLIRTY: Oh, heck yeah.
{0}_HAPPY: I like the way you’re thinking.
{0}_FLIRTY: Quick service, wedding buffet, memorable first dance, then privacy…
Woah, slow down
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Woah, slow down, {0}.
{0}_IDLE: Just playing, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: I know we’re a way off that kind of life event.
{0}_IDLE: But who knows what the future holds, right?
PLAYER_IDLE: True.
{0}_IDLE: I really can see a proper future with you though.
{0}_IDLE: Outside of here, I mean.
{0}_HAPPY: I think our hearts want the same thing.
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s hard to look past the villa sometimes.
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, but that’s what makes me so sure about you.
{0}_HAPPY: I keep thinking about doing ordinary things with you.
{0}_IDLE: Us walking our pack of pups in the park. Getting ice cream and tossing a frisbee.
{0}_HAPPY: Us going on late-night drives through the city, music blasting.
{0}_HAPPY: Making our own mini everyday adventures.
{0}_HAPPY: Camping at music festivals together.
{0}_HAPPY: Or even watching them on the TV when we prefer a quieter weekend.
{0}_HAPPY: Cooking the sexiest meals together in our own kitchen.
{0}_HAPPY: Ordering in when we’re too tired.
{0}_HAPPY: You watching me mow the lawn with my shirt off.
{0}_FLIRTY: Or me watching you mow the lawn with your shirt off.
That sounds dreamy
PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds like a dream.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I want somebody to do all those small everyday things with too.
{0}_HAPPY: Music to my ears.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: And I like the sound of the lawn care system.
{0}_FLIRTY: We can take it in turns.
That sounds like a nightmare
PLAYER_IDLE: That sounds sort of nightmarish.
PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure I’m ready for that yet.
{0}_IDLE: That’s ok.
{0}_IDLE: We can focus on what we have here.
{0}_HAPPY: And we can figure out the little things much later down the line.
We’ll have to see about that
PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have to see about that.
{0}_IDLE: Indeed we will.
{0}_HAPPY: We can figure out the little things later down the line.
{0}_IDLE: I think you could be it for me though.
{0}_HAPPY: So I feel like I want to open up and tell you something about myself.
{0}_IDLE: Something I would usually be too guarded to say.
PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?
{0}_HAPPY: You know when I joke about you being too good for me?
PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah?
{0}_IDLE: Most of the time I’m trying to really big you up.
{0}_IDLE: Because you’re ridiculously attractive.
{0}_IDLE: But there really is a part of me that wonders why you like me.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m just regular old Lewie who loves football and visits his nan every sunday.
{0}_IDLE: Which I’m totally ok with.
{0}_IDLE: I just hope I can be enough for you.
PLAYER_IDLE: I see.
{0}_IDLE: I’m a free spirit, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: I never wanted to be tied down before.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Or at least that’s what I was telling myself.
{0}_SAD: I kept making excuses as to why my other relationships didn’t work out.
{0}_IDLE: I thought I wanted to hop in and out of situationships.
{0}_IDLE: So I really pushed myself by coming into the Villa.
{0}_IDLE: I didn’t know what would happen, I thought it could be fun.
{0}_IDLE: But some small part of me wanted to find something real.
PLAYER_IDLE: Did you?
{0}_HAPPY: I found you.
{0}_IDLE: I’m a romantic guy.
{0}_IDLE: My songs are all about yearning for something.
{0}_IDLE: Yearning for an experience and a feeling that I hadn’t really ever had.
{0}_HAPPY: Until I met you.
{0}_HAPPY: You’ve kind of turned my world upside down actually.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve filled a whole songbook since I got here.
{0}_HAPPY: I can finally feel what it is that I’ve been writing about.
{0}_IDLE: Flying all over the world is a dream, don’t get me wrong.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve met so many wonderful friends through work.
{0}_IDLE: But I miss my family so much.
PLAYER_IDLE: It must be hard.
{0}_IDLE: It is.
{0}_SAD: I often feel unmoored without them.
{0}_HAPPY: I’ve been looking for a girl to build a home with.
{0}_IDLE: A girl who feels like home even.
PLAYER_IDLE: And…?
{0}_HAPPY: I’ve found her.
{0}_HAPPY: I think we’ll balance each other out.
{0}_HAPPY: We can push each other to go far.
{0}_HAPPY: Whilst reminding each other to stop and breathe and live in the moment together.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve never really had that.
PLAYER_IDLE: You think you’ve found it with me?
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, this just feels so right.
Thanks for letting me in
PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you for letting me in.
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s good to find out more about who you are and what you want.
{0}_HAPPY: Thank you for listening.
{0}_IDLE: I want us to be able to share things like that.
I think that was too much info
PLAYER_IDLE: That was a bit too much to take in right now.
{0}_IDLE: Maybe I overshared.
{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to let you in.
I can relate to that
PLAYER_IDLE: I can relate to that.
PLAYER_IDLE: It feels easier to be guarded, because we don’t know what to expect.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s exactly it.
{0}_IDLE: I feel like we get each other.
{0}_HAPPY: Wow, I need to shake myself.
{0}_FLIRTY: Your eyes are pulling me in.
Lean in and kiss him
You lean in to meet {0}’s lips. The kiss is tender and sweet.
His fingers trace your upper thigh as the passion builds.
You bring your hands up to clutch his hair, pulling him even deeper into this blissful kiss.
When you finally break away he kisses your cheek gently.
{0}_HAPPY: You blow my mind, {1}.
Lean in and hug him
You lean in and bury your head in {0}’s chest.
You can hear his heart beating fast as he envelops you in his strong arms.
He strokes your upper arm gently and sighs.
{0}_HAPPY: I could really get used to this.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Me too.
Dazzle him with your eyes
You gaze deep into {0}’s eyes, fluttering your lashes delicately.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just trying to dazzle you for now.
{0}_FLIRTY: Consider me dazzled, captivated, and bewitched.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m honoured that you chose to spend this extra time with me, {1}.
I’ve got others to chat to
PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got other people I want to talk to.
{0}_SURPRISED: Besides me?
{0}_FLIRTY: I reckon you could spare some more time.
{0}_FLIRTY: To get a little more comfortable, flirt a bit more…
*Let’s chat
PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can chat for a bit longer.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: If you let me get a little closer to you.
{0}_SURPRISED: Ah, gosh. I’m so sorry, {1}.
He takes his feet out of the water and comes to join you on the grass.
{0}_IDLE: Is that better?
That’s fine
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s fine.
{0}_HAPPY: Good, I promise to pick up on your signals in future.
{0}_FLIRTY: Because I very much want you to be closer to me.
I think we could get closer
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we could be closer.
{0}_FLIRTY: You don’t need to tell me twice.
He moves even closer to you, until his thigh grazes yours.
{0}_FLIRTY: This close?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: For now.
{0}_FLIRTY: Let’s talk a little more about the Snog, Marry, Pie challenge.
PLAYER_IDLE: What about it?
{0}_FLIRTY: How lucky am I that you married me.
PLAYER_IDLE: Hate to break it to you.
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah, I know it was just a game.
{0}_HAPPY: But still…
{0}_FLIRTY: You married me and I raised your heart the most with my smooth moves.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Modest.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’d make a hot groom.
{0}_IDLE: Yeah, I really am gutted that you didn’t choose to marry me.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh!
{0}_IDLE: It’s ok, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: I keep bringing it up because I like you.
{0}_HAPPY: I see a future with you.
{0}_FLIRTY: Plus I’d make a hot groom.
Totally
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Totally, can see you in a tux.
{0}_FLIRTY: Full coat and tails.
{0}_HAPPY: Maybe a top hat?
PLAYER_IDLE: Erm…
{0}_HAPPY: Too far, too far.
{0}_HAPPY: You’d be a stunning bride though.
Bring on the wedding night!
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I say bring on the wedding night!
{0}_FLIRTY: Oh, heck yeah.
{0}_HAPPY: I like the way you’re thinking.
{0}_FLIRTY: Quick service, wedding buffet, memorable first dance, then privacy…
Woah, slow down
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Woah, slow down, {0}.
{0}_IDLE: Just playing, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: I know we’re a way off that kind of life event.
{0}_IDLE: But who knows what the future holds, right?
PLAYER_IDLE: True.
{0}_IDLE: I really can see a proper future with you though.
{0}_IDLE: Outside of here, I mean.
{0}_HAPPY: I think our hearts want the same thing.
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s hard to look past the villa sometimes.
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, but that’s what makes me so sure about you.
{0}_HAPPY: I keep thinking about doing ordinary things with you.
{0}_IDLE: Us walking our pack of pups in the park. Getting ice cream and tossing a frisbee.
{0}_HAPPY: Us going on late-night drives through the city, music blasting.
{0}_HAPPY: Making our own mini everyday adventures.
{0}_HAPPY: Camping at music festivals together.
{0}_HAPPY: Or even watching them on the TV when we prefer a quieter weekend.
{0}_HAPPY: Cooking the sexiest meals together in our own kitchen.
{0}_HAPPY: Ordering in when we’re too tired.
{0}_HAPPY: You watching me mow the lawn with my shirt off.
{0}_FLIRTY: Or me watching you mow the lawn with your shirt off.
That sounds dreamy
PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds like a dream.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I want somebody to do all those small everyday things with too.
{0}_HAPPY: Music to my ears.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: And I like the sound of the lawn care system.
{0}_FLIRTY: We can take it in turns.
That sounds like a nightmare
PLAYER_IDLE: That sounds sort of nightmarish.
PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure I’m ready for that yet.
{0}_IDLE: That’s ok.
{0}_IDLE: We can focus on what we have here.
{0}_HAPPY: And we can figure out the little things much later down the line.
We’ll have to see about that
PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have to see about that.
{0}_IDLE: Indeed we will.
{0}_HAPPY: We can figure out the little things later down the line.
{0}_IDLE: I think you could be it for me though.
{0}_HAPPY: So I feel like I want to open up and tell you something about myself.
{0}_IDLE: Something I would usually be too guarded to say.
PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?
{0}_HAPPY: You know when I joke about you being too good for me?
PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah?
{0}_IDLE: Most of the time I’m trying to really big you up.
{0}_IDLE: Because you’re ridiculously attractive.
{0}_IDLE: But there really is a part of me that wonders why you like me.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m just regular old Lewie who loves football and visits his nan every sunday.
{0}_IDLE: Which I’m totally ok with.
{0}_IDLE: I just hope I can be enough for you.
PLAYER_IDLE: I see.
{0}_IDLE: I’m a free spirit, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: I never wanted to be tied down before.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Or at least that’s what I was telling myself.
{0}_SAD: I kept making excuses as to why my other relationships didn’t work out.
{0}_IDLE: I thought I wanted to hop in and out of situationships.
{0}_IDLE: So I really pushed myself by coming into the Villa.
{0}_IDLE: I didn’t know what would happen, I thought it could be fun.
{0}_IDLE: But some small part of me wanted to find something real.
PLAYER_IDLE: Did you?
{0}_HAPPY: I found you.
{0}_IDLE: I’m a romantic guy.
{0}_IDLE: My songs are all about yearning for something.
{0}_IDLE: Yearning for an experience and a feeling that I hadn’t really ever had.
{0}_HAPPY: Until I met you.
{0}_HAPPY: You’ve kind of turned my world upside down actually.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve filled a whole songbook since I got here.
{0}_HAPPY: I can finally feel what it is that I’ve been writing about.
{0}_IDLE: Flying all over the world is a dream, don’t get me wrong.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve met so many wonderful friends through work.
{0}_IDLE: But I miss my family so much.
PLAYER_IDLE: It must be hard.
{0}_IDLE: It is.
{0}_SAD: I often feel unmoored without them.
{0}_HAPPY: I’ve been looking for a girl to build a home with.
{0}_IDLE: A girl who feels like home even.
PLAYER_IDLE: And…?
{0}_HAPPY: I’ve found her.
{0}_HAPPY: I think we’ll balance each other out.
{0}_HAPPY: We can push each other to go far.
{0}_HAPPY: Whilst reminding each other to stop and breathe and live in the moment together.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve never really had that.
PLAYER_IDLE: You think you’ve found it with me?
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, this just feels so right.
Thanks for letting me in
PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you for letting me in.
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s good to find out more about who you are and what you want.
{0}_HAPPY: Thank you for listening.
{0}_IDLE: I want us to be able to share things like that.
I think that was too much info
PLAYER_IDLE: That was a bit too much to take in right now.
{0}_IDLE: Maybe I overshared.
{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to let you in.
I can relate to that
PLAYER_IDLE: I can relate to that.
PLAYER_IDLE: It feels easier to be guarded, because we don’t know what to expect.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s exactly it.
{0}_IDLE: I feel like we get each other.
{0}_HAPPY: Wow, I need to shake myself.
{0}_FLIRTY: Your eyes are pulling me in.
Lean in and kiss him
You lean in to meet {0}’s lips. The kiss is tender and sweet.
His fingers trace your upper thigh as the passion builds.
You bring your hands up to clutch his hair, pulling him even deeper into this blissful kiss.
When you finally break away he kisses your cheek gently.
{0}_HAPPY: You blow my mind, {1}.
Lean in and hug him
You lean in and bury your head in {0}’s chest.
You can hear his heart beating fast as he envelops you in his strong arms.
He strokes your upper arm gently and sighs.
{0}_HAPPY: I could really get used to this.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Me too.
Dazzle him with your eyes
You gaze deep into {0}’s eyes, fluttering your lashes delicately.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just trying to dazzle you for now.
{0}_FLIRTY: Consider me dazzled, captivated, and bewitched.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m honoured that you chose to spend this extra time with me, {1}.
No thanks
PLAYER_IDLE: No really, I’ve got people to see.
{0}_IDLE: Ok, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: I love chatting to you.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got to catch a few more people before the end of today.
{0}_HAPPY: Sure, {1}.
{0}_FLIRTY: Just keep this conversation in your mind.
You leave {0} by the pool.
You find {0} chilling in the bedroom.
He sits up quickly and gestures you over.
{0}_HAPPY: I swear I wasn’t sleeping.
{0}_IDLE: Was just having a post-challenge rest.
PLAYER_IDLE: Whatever you say.
{0}_HAPPY: Though I have been known to take a daytime nap.
{0}_IDLE: As some of my gaming streams can go on pretty late.
{0}_HAPPY: Especially if I’m playing with someone in a different timezone.
{0}_HAPPY: When you travel a lot you have to grab sleep whenever you can.
{0}_IDLE: I’ve had many an airport nap.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m quite sure I nodded off on the back of a camel once too.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: That must have been uncomfortable!
{0}_HAPPY: It was alright once you got over the hump.
{0}_IDLE: Sometimes I have to steal a daytime nap if I’ve been working the late shift.
PLAYER_IDLE: Of course.
{0}_HAPPY: My friends joke that I nap like a cat.
PLAYER_HAPPY: In boxes?
{0}_HAPPY: If I’m being honest, yep.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Just once.
{0}_HAPPY: My dad bought a rowing machine and I was setting it up for him.
{0}_HAPPY: But the box looked so comfy, before I knew it I was having a power nap…
PLAYER_HAPPY: Probably because you work with cats.
{0}_HAPPY: I reckon so.
PLAYER_HAPPY: The more you know.
{0}_HAPPY: See, still plenty to learn about each other.
{0}_IDLE: How about you, anything I still don’t know?
I love writing people letters
PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, let me tell you something cute.
{0}_HAPPY: Perfect.
PLAYER_IDLE: I still like writing letters.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I used to have a letter writing kit when I was a young girl.
PLAYER_HAPPY: And I loved using the little heart stickers and scented gel pens.
PLAYER_IDLE: I’d write to my best friends.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: And to my crushes.
PLAYER_HAPPY: And I still write to my friends even today.
{0}_HAPPY: That is proper adorable.
{0}_HAPPY: Potentially the most endearing thing I’ve ever heard.
{0}_IDLE: I think I’ll get back into letter writing now.
I think my neighbour is a secret agent
PLAYER_IDLE: Ok, I’ll tell you something quirky.
{0}_HAPPY: This should be good.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: I think my neighbour might be a secret agent.
{0}_HAPPY: What?!
PLAYER_IDLE: She always wears dark sunglasses and suits.
PLAYER_IDLE: She travels for long periods at a time.
PLAYER_IDLE: And I saw her hiding in a bush once.
{0}_HAPPY: I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, {1}.
You raise your eyebrows mysteriously.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: Exactly…
{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe you’re the agent?
PLAYER_IDLE: Perhaps.
I learnt to swim at 6 months old
PLAYER_IDLE: Ok, let me tell you something wild.
{0}_HAPPY: I look forward to this.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I learnt to swim when I was 6 months old.
{0}_SURPRISED: No way!
PLAYER_IDLE: I won a swimming medal when I was 2 years old.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I was basically a swimming prodigy when I was little!
PLAYER_HAPPY: And I’m still a very strong swimmer today.
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, I’ve noticed you in the pool.
{0}_HAPPY: You never cease to amaze me, {1}.
Don’t tell him anything
PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to share anything right now.
{0}_IDLE: That’s cool.
{0}_HAPPY: I just like finding out more about you, that’s all.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m glad you came to find me.
{0}_IDLE: The final recoupling is definitely on my mind right now.
{0}_IDLE: I love being in a couple with you.
{0}_FLIRTY: And I think we’re on the right track.
{0}_IDLE: I love being in a couple with you.
{0}_IDLE: But I know your head might be elsewhere.
{0}_HAPPY: I want to be honest with you and say you’ve made my summer so special.
{0}_IDLE: Even though I came in whilst you were already in the midst of your villa journey.
{0}_HAPPY: I felt an instant connection with you.
{0}_IDLE: So I just wanted you to know that I'll be happy for you whatever happens.
PLAYER_IDLE: Thank you, {0}.
{0}_IDLE: And there must be a reason why you chose to twist with me.
And there must be a reason why you chose to stick with me after Casa Amor.
{0}_HAPPY: Yes, this is fresh and exciting.
{0}_IDLE: But it feels deeper to me.
{0}_FLIRTY: Every new thing I find out about you, makes me like you even more.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re a rare gem to me, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: You’re the north star to me, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: We could be soulmates, {1}.
That’s so sweet
PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s so sweet of you to say.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I love a true compliment.
{0}_FLIRTY: The truth comes out when I’m looking at you.
That’s too much
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s a bit too much.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: It did sound a bit melty didn’t it.
{0}_IDLE: It’s how I feel when I’m around you.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve been wanting to talk about the heart rate results by the way.
{0}_HAPPY: I hope it’s not too forward but they seem like a sign?
{0}_FLIRTY: Made me feel pretty good to get your heart racing.
{0}_FLIRTY: And I’d actually love to raise your heart rate a little more.
{0}_FLIRTY: If you wanna stay a bit longer and chat?
*I’d like that
PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can chat for a bit longer.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: If you move over a little.
{0}_SURPRISED: Ah, gosh. I’m so sorry, {1}.
He shifts along the bed to give you space to scooch a little closer.
{0}_IDLE: Is that better?
That’s fine
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s fine.
{0}_HAPPY: Good, I promise to have more spatial awareness in future.
{0}_FLIRTY: Because I very much want you to be closer to me.
I think we could get closer
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we could be closer.
{0}_FLIRTY: You don’t need to tell me twice.
He moves even closer to you, until his thigh grazes yours.
{0}_FLIRTY: This close?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: For now.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve been thinking about the Snog, Marry, Pie challenge too.
PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah?
{0}_FLIRTY: Yeah, and how lucky am I that you married me.
PLAYER_IDLE: Hate to break it to you.
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah, I know it was just a game.
{0}_HAPPY: But still…
{0}_FLIRTY: You married me and I raised your heart the most with my questionable moves.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Modest.
{0}_FLIRTY: And I’d make a gorgeous groom.
{0}_IDLE: Yeah, like how gutted I am that you didn’t choose to marry me.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh!
{0}_IDLE: It’s ok, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: Maybe I’m a bit of an underdog.
{0}_FLIRTY: But I’d make a gorgeous groom.
Totally
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Totally, can see you in a tux.
{0}_FLIRTY: Full coat and tails.
{0}_HAPPY: Maybe a top hat.
PLAYER_IDLE: Erm…
{0}_HAPPY: Too far, too far.
{0}_HAPPY: You’d be a stunning bride though.
Bring on the wedding night!
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I say bring on the wedding night!
{0}_FLIRTY: Oh, heck yeah.
{0}_HAPPY: I like the way you’re thinking.
{0}_FLIRTY: Quick service, wedding buffet, memorable first dance, then privacy…
Woah, slow down
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Woah, slow down, {0}.
{0}_IDLE: Just playing, {1}.
{0}_HAPPY: I know we’re a way off that kind of life event.
{0}_IDLE: But who knows what the future holds, right?
PLAYER_IDLE: True.
{0}_IDLE: But I really can see a future with you.
{0}_IDLE: Outside of here, I mean.
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s hard to look past the villa sometimes.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s what makes me so sure about you.
{0}_HAPPY: I keep thinking about doing ordinary things with you.
{0}_HAPPY: Like cooking pasta and maybe playing games together.
{0}_HAPPY: Like cooking pasta and doing yoga together.
{0}_HAPPY: Like cooking pasta and watching movies cuddled up with our pets.
{0}_HAPPY: You watching me mow the lawn with my shirt off.
{0}_FLIRTY: Or me watching you mow the lawn with your shirt off.
That sounds dreamy
PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds like a dream.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I want somebody to do all those small everyday things with too.
{0}_HAPPY: Music to my ears.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: And I like the sound of the lawn care system.
{0}_FLIRTY: We can take it in turns.
That sounds like a nightmare
PLAYER_IDLE: That sounds sort of nightmarish.
PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure I’m ready for that yet.
{0}_IDLE: That’s ok.
{0}_IDLE: We can focus on what we have here.
{0}_HAPPY: And we can figure out the little things much later down the line.
We’ll have to see about that
PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have to see about that.
{0}_IDLE: Indeed we will.
{0}_HAPPY: We can figure out the little things later down the line.
{0}_IDLE: I think you could be it for me though.
{0}_HAPPY: So I feel like I want to open up and tell you something about myself.
{0}_IDLE: Something I’ve been too guarded to say before.
PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I wasn’t very popular at school.
{0}_IDLE: I was nerdy and I didn’t have that many friends.
PLAYER_IDLE: Go on…
{0}_IDLE: That’s why I got into gaming.
{0}_IDLE: And why I bulked up.
{0}_SERIOUS: But I’ve been looking for somebody who I can really be myself around.
{0}_IDLE: A girl who takes an interest in what I like and vice versa.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: Although I’m always travelling, I can get pretty lonely.
{0}_IDLE: Even in some of the most beautiful places in the world, I still feel alone.
PLAYER_IDLE: Go on…
{0}_IDLE: My life can be so fast-paced.
{0}_IDLE: But I’m a chill guy.
{0}_SERIOUS: I’ve been looking for somebody who I can really be myself around.
{0}_IDLE: Somebody I can slow down with.
{0}_HAPPY: I want what my mum and dad have.
{0}_EMBARRASSED: I work a lot.
{0}_HAPPY: I love it and I feel so fulfilled when I’m helping animals.
{0}_IDLE: But I don’t really take time for myself.
PLAYER_IDLE: Go on…
{0}_IDLE: My life has a lot of things keeping me busy.
{0}_IDLE: And I like living like that.
{0}_FLIRTY: But I’m looking to definitely to open my life up more.
{0}_FLIRTY: And focus on a new relationship. Feels like it’s time.
{0}_IDLE: And I love your vibe.
{0}_HAPPY: We’re both ambitious people.
{0}_IDLE: I know you haven’t entirely figured out your career yet.
{0}_IDLE: But you’ve got that drive in you.
{0}_HAPPY: I think we’ll balance each other out.
{0}_HAPPY: We can push each other to go far.
{0}_IDLE: But we can also remind one another to have those beautiful, blissful slow moments.
PLAYER_IDLE: Like right now?
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, this just feels so right for me.
Thanks for letting me in
PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you for letting me in.
PLAYER_IDLE: It’s good to find out more about who you are and what you want.
{0}_HAPPY: Thank you for listening.
{0}_IDLE: I want us to be able to share things like that.
I think that was too much info
PLAYER_IDLE: That was a bit too much to take in right now.
{0}_IDLE: Maybe I overshared.
{0}_IDLE: I just wanted to let you in.
I can relate to that
PLAYER_IDLE: I can relate to that.
PLAYER_IDLE: It feels easier to be guarded, because we don’t know what to expect.
{0}_HAPPY: That’s exactly it.
{0}_IDLE: I feel like we understand each other.
{0}_HAPPY: Wow, I need to shake myself.
{0}_FLIRTY: Your eyes are pulling me in.
Lean in and kiss him
You lean in to meet {0} lips. The kiss is tender and sweet.
His fingers trace your upper thigh as the passion builds.
You bring your hands up to clutch his hair, pulling him even deeper into this blissful kiss.
When you finally break away he kisses your cheek gently.
{0}_HAPPY: You blow my mind, {1}.
Lean in and hug him
You lean in and bury your head in {0} chest.
You can hear his heart beating fast as he envelops you in his strong arms.
He strokes your upper arm gently and sighs.
{0}_HAPPY: I could really get used to this.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Me too.
Dazzle him with your eyes
You gaze deep into {0} eyes, fluttering your lashes delicately.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just trying to dazzle you for now.
{0}_FLIRTY: Consider me dazzled, captivated, and bewitched.
{0}_HAPPY: I’m honoured that you chose to spend this extra time with me, {1}.
I’ve got others to chat to
PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got other people I want to talk to.
{0}_SURPRISED: Besides me?
{0}_FLIRTY: I reckon you could spare some more time.
{0}_FLIRTY: To get a little more comfortable, flirt a bit more…
*Let’s chat
PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can chat for a bit longer.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: If you move over a little.
{0}_SURPRISED: Ah, gosh. I’m so sorry, {1}.
He shifts along the bed to give you space to scooch a little closer.
{0}_IDLE: Is that better?
That’s fine
PLAYER_IDLE: That’s fine.
{0}_HAPPY: Good, I promise to have more spatial awareness in future.
{0}_FLIRTY: Because I very much want you to be closer to me.
I think we could get closer
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we could be closer.
{0}_FLIRTY: You don’t need to tell me twice.
He moves even closer to you, until his thigh grazes yours.
{0}_FLIRTY: This close?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: For now.
{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve been thinking about the Snog, Marry, Pie challenge too.
PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah?
{0}_FLIRTY: Yeah, and how lucky am I that you married me.
PLAYER_IDLE: Hate to break it to you.
{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah, I know it was just a game.
{0}_HAPPY: But still…
{0}_FLIRTY: You married me and I raised your heart the most with my questionable moves.
PLAYER_FLIRTY: Modest.
{0}_FLIRTY: And I’d make a gorgeous groom.
{0}_IDLE: Yeah, like how gutted I am that you didn’t choose to marry me.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh!
{0}_IDLE: It’s ok, {1}.
{0}_IDLE: Maybe I’m a bit of an underdog.
{0}_FLIRTY: But I’d make a gorgeous groom.
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Be Mine, Valentine
Valentine’s Day had always been one of Jil’s favourite holidays. A whole day dedicated to love, and to adoring the one you loved, to spoil and be spoiled. A day for romance, for expressing their love for one another in a myriad of ways, including physically.
It was their first Valentine’s Day together, and Jil was incredibly excited.
They’d had a conversation about it a few days previous. ‘I’m really looking forward to our first Valentine’s Day together,’ Jil had purred while they were deep in a post-coital snuggle session, wrapped warm and content in each other’s arms.
‘As am I, mylimasis. Beyond excited. I have a special surprise planned for you.’ With a small smile, Hannibal had leant in and pecked her lips lovingly before giving her a deeper passionate kiss.
Now the big night had finally arrived. Hannibal had sent her out on the pretence of getting more cinnamon. Of course she knew this to be a ruse straight away, there was no way her husband would have allowed himself to run out of a kitchen staple, much less a common one.
But she’d duly gone out and returned with the requested cinnamon, as well as some of his favourite wine.
‘Hannibal?’ The house was quiet, mostly dark but she could see dim lighting coming from their dining room. She followed the source of the light, curious.
The room had been transformed: filled with red and pink heart-shaped helium balloons that almost completely covered the ceiling. The only light came from the fireplace and the candles he’d set out on the table, which had been lovingly set for two amongst scattered rose petals. A bouquet of twelve blood red roses took centre stage, and there were two small gift-wrapped boxes at her place setting.
He was waiting for her at the end of the table, a bottle of pink Moët, her favourite, chilling on ice. Hannibal had dressed for the occasion in one of his tuxedos, a small smile playing about his lips. ‘What do you think, my darling?’
‘I think it’s absolutely wonderful. Perfect.’ Jil went over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a soft kiss. ‘I can’t believe you’ve gone to all this trouble just for me. You’ve spoiled me.’
Hannibal returned the kiss with passion. ‘I intend to spend the rest of our lives spoiling you. Sit. Dinner will be ready in a moment.’ He gently nipped at her lower lip.
‘Aren’t I a little bit underdressed?’ Jil bit her lip on a giggle as she looked between the two of them. She was wearing jeans and a jumper, practical for the time of year but badly out of place next to his tuxedo.
‘Nonsense. You look wonderful.’ He kissed her again softly. ‘Now sit. I won’t tell you again.’ He raised an eyebrow at her.
His tone was still playful but she knew he meant business so she sat with a small giggle.
She didn’t have long to wait. Dinner was a wonderful affair: heart tartare tarts for starters, followed by heart with sausage stuffing, accompanied by a Caesar salad bouquet and tomato roses. Dessert was her very favourite: blood and chocolate pudding with sugared rose petals.
‘Oh darling. That was absolutely wonderful,’ she sighed with contentment after every last bite had been eaten. ‘You outdid yourself. Truly.’
‘You flatter me, my angel.’ The little half smile playing about his lips showed that he was pleased by the compliment.
‘Hang on. I have something for you. Now that we’ve finished dinner. May I be excused to go and get it?’ Jil’s eyes were bright with excitement.
She was given permission, and soon returned with his Valentine’s Day presents which she handed to him with a kiss to the cheek. She’d gotten him a new set of fine drawing pencils, some rare white truffles, and, most specially, a rare piece of sheet music specially arranged for the harpsichord.
Jil had been trolling old music stores for weeks trying to find him the perfect present, something unique that spoke of her love for him. The piece she’d found was beautiful, it even had lyrics included for the song:
Your eyes see but my shadow.
My heart is overflowing.
There's so much you could come to love.
You've got my heart glowing.
Tenderly, you could see my soul...
It fit the two of them perfectly. Without realising, she’d been holding her breath while he opened his presents.
‘My darling girl. This is wonderful,’ he said softly. She could see that his eyes were misting up slightly.
‘Do you like them? Truly?’ Jil whispered.
‘I love them.’ He got up and stretched across the table to kiss her cheek. ‘I look forward to performing this piece for you. Later. Right now it’s your turn.’ Hannibal gestured towards the two small boxes near to her plate.
Eagerly, she tore into them. One contained some beautiful perfume, light and floral and elegant, and the other contained a small velvet box.
With trembling hands she opened the small velvet box to discover a necklace with a charm that was a small, delicate anatomically correct heart. Of course. No cartoon representations for them.
There was a small card inside the box that read: Happy Valentine’s Day, Mylimasis. Because my heart is, and always shall be, yours.
‘Oh, Hannibal! Its beautiful,’ she gasped softly, putting up her hands to cover her face, so overcome by emotion was she. ‘I love it. I love you. So much.’
‘Come. Come here. Bring the necklace and I shall put it on you.’ Hannibal pushed back from the table with a small smile.
She went to him, sitting in his lap with her back to him, hair pulled to the side and neck exposed.
He slipped the necklace around her neck tenderly, dipping his head to nip at the warm skin while Jil moaned softly. ‘I take it this means you will be my Valentine?’ he growled softly in her ear.
‘Forever and always. I’m yours, my darling husband. Yours,’ she moaned softly, breath catching and then coming quicker.
‘Up.’ He patted her hip. ‘Let’s take this up to the bedroom. Since its a special occasion, the dishes can wait until later. Just this once.’
Not needing to be told twice, Jil eagerly leapt to her feet. As soon as he stood he swept her up into his arms, carrying her into their bedroom bridal style where he tenderly laid her in the middle of the large bed.
He made short work of removing her clothing, so that soon her only adornment was the heart necklace. She laid back on the pillows, hair framing her face like a soft golden halo as she pulled him close.
‘Hannibal…’ She breathed his name reverently as he slowly slid inside of her, crying out softly with delight as she felt the familiar stretch of her walls, parting to accommodate his girth.
Slowly and passionately, he made love to her, covering her neck and shoulders in tender kisses and deep, passionate bites until she was practically delirious from ecstasy, drunk on his love and desire.
‘I love you. Only you. Forever you,’ he panted, voice and accent thick with emotion and his present exertions. He held her close, his thrusting into her even and deep. ‘I am yours, and you are mine! Mine!’
‘Yours!’ Jil agreed breathlessly as they moved together, a perfect duet of love.
Afterwards, they lay holding each other close, murmuring declarations of love and endearments.
‘I’m glad you’re my Valentine.’ Jil giggled sleepily, stroking his hair as she held him close.
Cupid’s arrow had truly hit the mark, the day that it had hit the pair of them.
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lucentparanormal · 2 years
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How one woman has explained paranormal activity at Wollongong's most haunted sites
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An Illawarra-based psychic has evaluated some of the most haunted places in the city to explain the bone-chilling paranormal activity witnessed over the years.
Warrawong resident, Amy Rose (pictured above in front of haunted Excelsior hall at Crown Street. Picture by Sylvia Liber), started a Facebook group Secrets of the Illawarra, writing about the dark history of the city a couple of years ago, and has only recently paired up with a psychic medium to evaluate peoples' paranormal experiences.
"Up until recently, I was writing about the dark history of the region which explains a lot of paranormal incidents but I'm now working with an amazing medium and her evaluations have been scarily accurate," Ms Rose said.
Some regions in Illawarra, Ms Rose said, have acquired quite a reputation in paranormal circles, with one of the most infamous ones from the Crown Lane.
"Excelsior Hall, currently Breakout Bar and Escape Rooms, as well as the corner of Keira and Crown streets is associated with paranormal activity," Ms Rose said.
Ms Rose said the medium believes most spirits wandering this region are angry as they haven't been given justice and also disapprove of the developmental changes and their history being ripped down.
Speaking of the Howarth's Excelsior Hall on Crown Street, Ms Rose said the age of the building and the amount of people that have passed through its doors means there is quite a collection of spirits accumulated over the years.
"There's a town crier, it's an older lady who lost a son in the mine disaster. She still visits the old monument site and cries for her son. Some people hear her sobs," Ms Rose said.
Wollongong resident Troy Lester who used to work at a beauty school at Crown Lane years ago, is a believer.
"One afternoon I heard a blood-curdling scream and rushed downstairs thinking it was from the florist there and they were rushing upwards thinking it was us," he said.
They never found out where it came from.
Another time, Mr Lester said, he heard a woman's voice begging for help playing on the speaker and thought it was a part of the song, so he changed the music.
"No matter what I played, I just kept hearing 'help me' and it just got louder and more distraught throughout the day," he said.
Mr Lester said quite a few staff also saw the ghost of an older lady standing in one of the cubicles in the toilets.
"She'd be standing at the opposite end of the toilet, with her hands up near her face. She was always smiling. Nothing nasty or evil, but still unnerving," he said.
There were also sightings of a spirit in the kitchen, Mr Lester said, which they titled as the crazy chef, owing to where he was regularly seen.
"He'd do things like tap you on the shoulder, play with your hair and knock things off the benches," he said.
The psychic medium has confirmed the presence of the spirit of a cook in the area.
"He bumps into people and has recently moved to the food court in the shopping centre," she said.
The medium believes all of these spirits do wander and do not just stay in one place.
Ms Rose said one of the many spirits frequenting the area is that of a woman who was violently murdered years ago.
"She is angry that no one knows who she is or what happened to her. She touches people and is fond of the 'asylum' room at the Breakout Bar. She can be quite menacing and can leave unexplained bruises," she said.
Another location exuding quite a lot of negative energy is Puckey's Estate Reserve in Fairy Meadow, Ms Rose said.
The 34-year-old said there have been many rumours which remain unconfirmed about suspicious deaths, rapes, murders and people who have gone missing in the walkways of Puckey's Estate
"The most common of these rumours is one of a young girl, approximately 15 years of age, who was raped and brutally stabbed by two men in their twenties, who, when finished with her, threw her body into the river, where she drowned," she said.
Many people claim to have seen the ghost of the young girl at dusk or sunset, however reports so far have been unconfirmed.
"Other such stories have arisen about Puckey's such as one about children who call to you as you walk through are said to be the voices of those who have been murdered and never found," Ms Rose said.
A Wollongong couple who wished to remain anonymous spoke of an unnerving experience as they were walking through Puckey's one day.
"We saw some half-naked men running and there was an older woman standing who said 'there has been a murder' and a few seconds later she was gone," they said.
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punkscowardschampions · 7 months
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Modie Pt.3
Moses: Am I dressed nice enough for you?
Edie: How am I meant to stop kissing you to do anything we’ve planned when you look like that?
Moses: We’ll have to do it all while you’re kissing me
Edie: You have stubble, it’s going to be all scratchy 😻
Moses: I left it cos I had the knowing you’d like it
Edie: It’s what makes you different, always had, mammy and the others all have soft skin, just daddy felt like that
Moses: They might, but yours is the softest
Edie: I am all your soft
Edie: your 💘 outside you
Moses: Can you feel how mine’s beating inside me right now?
Edie: I’m going to, we’re going to be that close again, all day
Moses: [tell her what drug/s you feel like you’re on and all the ways she makes you feel better than that because we’re feeling extra the closer y’all get to seeing each other irl]
Edie: I’m so desperately in love with you, do you feel that?
Moses: I’m going to 
Edie: You will when I can’t wait, when I was so nervous before and now
Moses: It’s cute how nervous you were
Edie: It might come back when it’s time but
Edie: right now I want to jump on you the second you’re through the door
Moses: [an updated eta giving however many seconds that is, because clearly he’s close af to Ali’s house now]
Moses: I’m almost there, I told you there’s that many of them for us
Edie: You did, you were right
Edie: I need a now though, I’m so, I feel like everyone can see
Moses: I need you now too
Edie: You want me to show you my music room, daddy?
Moses: Where the magic happens
Edie: Exactly
Edie: and I can’t go anywhere or concentrate on anything ‘til you’ve kissed me properly, touched me all the places you want to
Moses: You’d frighten your horse if I didn’t calm you down first
Edie: Horses, you said
Edie: or have you forgotten how good I am, I’ll remind you
Moses: What number did I say?
Edie: However many he’s got
Moses: Lucky you’re very good, or I’d have to go back on my word
Edie: You can tell me anything, do anything, I meant that
Moses: I know
Edie: You know I belong to you, in every way it’s possible to be owned by someone, I want that
Moses: Every part of you
Edie: Pin me down, overwhelm me
Moses: A soundproofed room’s asking for it as much as you are
Edie: How long have I been begging for it, daddy taking off my nice outfit and playing with me
Moses: Too long, but no longer
Moses: [because we gotta let you show up and knock, the way I know he’s holding flowers and a soft toy of some kind that’s probably massive even though it’s his bday not hers, never any chill]
Edie: [at least we are giving no one else the remotest chance to get to this door before us, the way we are flying at you, surprising you don’t end up on the cold hard ground with the force we’re jumping into your arms with, squashing this cuddly and lowkey getting stabbed by the stems of these flowers but we do not care, got to also squash him to death, doing such aggressive kisses all over his face as you’re just squealing daddy over and over because he’s here]
Moses: [me like the rest of the fam stay back please you don’t need to see this, Alison especially though I’m sure you’re lurking because you aren’t expecting him to show up at all never mind on time like he has, oh y’all would LOVE to end up on the floor rn but alas he is simply too strong and however hardcore she’s launching herself at him he’d be ready for it, in that sense at least, loling and grinning because he is buzzing to be here as well and blatantly loves her reaction to him being, rip to these flowers that are probably dropping petals left right and centre getting crushed because he’d be holding her so tightly to his chest rn immediately to feel his heart going insane and they would be crushed to their bodies with no fucks given, then just here basically spinning her around like this is a rom com because we’re so !!]
Edie: [bouncing in his arms in the rhythm of his heart which we know is insane, just looking excited to the point of actual mania about this, catching one of these falling petals and putting it in your bra to have next to your heart ‘you’re so romantic, I love you’ is romantic the word you would use with your dad, not really even though yes, this is very much giving but it could just be a misspoken phrase, nbd, making whatever stuffed animal this is give him kisses too, stroking his stubbly face as you do]
Moses: [not you also catching one of these petals and eating it because you said you’d eat her letter and her hair and want to put every part of her in your mouth and to me it’s giving how my boo wants to put Ang’s head in her mouth, that kind of energy but I’ve corrupted it as per haha, I sure hope nobody saw you do that sir because wtf, at least when you’re kissing this stuffed toy back in a very extra rom com kind of snog manner you can pretend it’s playful and you’re just being silly if anyone sees that and it isn’t just how you wanna kiss her but cannot here in this doorway]
Edie: [not you smacking this toy like a fuming child like absolutely not, unhand my father, so jealous, not knocking it out of his hands though because hiding behind how giant it is to do a lightning flash kiss how you want to, pulling his tongue into your mouth with your teeth and licking the remnants of this petal against your bottom lip]
Moses: [this poor toy getting used and abused but did we expect any less, no absolutely not, only letting it drop to the ground when he’s broken the kiss and it’s safe to do so, purely so he can adjust how he’s holding her to really be holding her tighter, as if he was going to drop her if he didn’t this animal but we all know he wasn’t and he’s just doing the most because !! the flowers are definitely gonna end up falling on the floor too, soz not soz, it just shows how little they matter because he flashes the cash and buys her things at any given opportunity anyway]
Edie: [the excited noises are unhinged, PRESSING into him like your life depends on it, doing more aggressive kisses that are almost like nips and going across his jaw to his ear so you can at least whisper ‘is it really you?’ pinching his cheek like you’re making sure]
Moses: [likewise PULLING her into him like both of their lives depend on it nbd, a sound that we can pretend is finally like oi/steady on/be careful/calm down at the nips she is doing but we both know is nothing of the sort and his jaw isn’t tensing because he’s annoyed at how much she’s being like a rational person would be, we’re just trying not to give ourselves away at the gig lol, pinching her back on both of her cheeks harder than she did it because gotta do it even though it isn’t as hard as he’d like to, which turns into a sort of play/tickle fight moment that would be wholesome if he was just her dad and she was a little kid but here is just flirty, like, he’s literally throwing her around and up and pretending to drop her/have her all but touching the floor only to be pulled back into him as an excuse to touch and manhandle her the absolute most + show off to her how strong he is as per]
Edie: [at least the way you are loling and screaming is giving such childlike energy no one is clocking the flirty vibes this is absolutely giving, the heart eyes likewise are just how you’ve always looked at him, nothing to see here, grabbing onto him like you’re actually in fear for your life and don’t just wanna, doing the whole put me down put me down but protesting too much energy so he knows not to]
Moses: [mhmm, the fact that this is the way they have always acted is doing them a lot of favours, if we can call it that when we wanna actually call the police lol, and will continue to, ramped up though we know their antics have been, I like to imagine that instead of putting her down he’s doing the opposite and carrying on these frankly lowkey dangerous antics towards and on the stairs, intending to take her up them to the music room (though I do think we should have Ali stop y’all from actually going up there whether that’s just by appearing like um where are you going don’t you have places to be?? Or if she actually wants to have a word with either Moses or Edie before they go because that kind of cockblock is realistic and I’m not just saying it to build the tension/for my dream’s sake), the way I’d be screaming not in a fun way at how he’s like dangling her about with no fucks given for the peril because I always told everyone off for playing on the stairs, true story about baby Junie] 
Edie: [it will be easy enough to cockblock y’all because everyone else can wanna say happy birthday to you, Junior would want to follow you into the music room so it’s not happening lads, deal with it]
Moses: [ah the joys of having a big fam, have fun actually having to interact with the other peeps that are around sir, Junior especially, even if this man is literally holding her hand after v reluctantly having to eventually put her down so that she can’t go far from him even then]
Edie: [your nephew and actively so because his dad is the best dad of the bunch so you really would know him quite well, the night and day of how you’re acting because she’s here so quiet now because of course you are when the reality sets in, would walk away if she could but we know we cannot without it being a thing ™ just picking up what you can of the trail of petals you’ve left in your wake, purely as a thing to do and distract]
Moses: [yep there’s really no avoiding that kid until a time comes when you can be like soz we gotta go and flee the scene, luckily you do have a full day of shit planned and peeps know you would because he’s that sort of bear whenever he sees her, they are never just chilling, leave get out and put her in the car like she’s a little baby child, lifting her in and doing her seatbelt and all the things, but letting this car just run for a sec and LOOKING at her instead of actually speeding off to your next destination of horse buying like are you okay because clearly not]
Edie: [sorry that when the mood dies the mood DIES as is the nature of what the fuck y’all are doing, still, regardless of that, you would want him to have a good birthday, so you aren’t trying to freak out in his face about it, just looking around his car/van/whatever like you can find out as much what he’s been up to lately as asking him because lowkey, looking up long enough to do a what are you waiting for kind of smile]
Moses: [^^ that is the tea and what y’all get when you’re living like this so you can’t really push her into staying here and having any kind of interaction rn and you’ve gotta just set off to get her whichever horse she falls in love with most in the hopes that’ll cheer her up and change the vibe back/at least distract her from the sad vibes]
Edie: [thanks for being a horse girl, Billie, very handy for us, we’re here hugging our knees to our chest in our seat, turning on the music so we can put on songs that are not us because we know you were listening to us before you got here and we cannot do that right now]
Moses: [maybe I’ll see if I can find any content of her that fits the horse vibe and post it as him, yikes her song would have come on automatically when the car started yeah because he was listening so that’s awks, change that girl so the car ride is semi bearable before y’all have horses to distract you]
Edie: [I has content if you would like it, will send it to you now but truly, the way we’d flinch like absolutely not lmao, hope these horses are not far because only so much you can do to pretend you’re fine when you aren’t fine, whatever music you’re putting on is definitely upbeat and loud af to do that heavy lifting]
Moses: [I’m sure they aren’t with where Ali is living needing to be in the countryside for its farm vibes and thank god because the mood has taken a DIVE, we can equally thank god that y’all have a full day of activities planned to keep on distracting you if the horses don’t cut it, the next, we know being golf/irish football, it was after that my dream kicked off so at least if you do wanna hear that it isn’t an insane tonal shift because some time between this angst and Winola’s feral dream essay]
Edie: [true true, you only have to suffer this silence that is literally deafening for so long before you’re distracted ‘cos you gotta test ‘em out and see who you bond with and he’s gotta do his thing of making a deal for it so you’re not gonna have time to be worrying about what just occurred/what has been, as for golf/irish football, pick which you’d rather because different vibes for each, both have merits]
Moses: [the dilemma of do we want y’all to be walking round a golf course just the 2 of you because on the negative hand it’s time to think again but on the other it’s time alone which could swing things back to a vibe they started on if she is cheered by horses etc, or do we wanna go with irish football which you can only watch and get invested in so you don’t have time to think much like the horse vibes, idk]
Edie: [mhmm but also it’s a crowd so you can have fun/let’s be honest, get drunk, so that’s where I’m personally swinging, whether that makes things better or worse, like you can get drunk whilst you golf too obvs and other people will be on the course but not going ‘round with you so that’s a very different energy lol]
Moses: [very true, let’s go with irish football, I know fuck all about it soz lads but I think it fits the overall vibe better and would be more likely to get y’all to a happier place than golf will]
Edie: [we don’t need to know, it’s fine, it’s not really the point, no offence lads, he’ll be rooting for someone, it’ll be the general atmosphere of a footie match, she picked it because it’s your kind of vibe, me just here thinking about the logistics of the horse though like, will you pick him up later, are you boarding him at ali’s or on the site that you don’t live at currently, no you haven’t thought this through lmao]
Moses: [it sums him up that he hasn’t thought about a single one of those logistics himself and I know for a fact he hasn’t even discussed this horse with Alison never mind asked her if she wants to keep it at hers and he likewise has not given a thought to who would look after it on site until he’s back if it goes there, I literally imagine he’s just gonna tell his sister that she has to until he’s back and Edie has her own caravan there for her bday to be living in if Ali can’t/won’t have it, the audacity of this man and his big life changing decisions he makes on a whim, excuse you sir this is a real live animal]
Edie: [like horses cost thousands per year, you best be intending to cover that boy because Alison will not see an animal suffer ‘cos you’ve not thought about it properly, we all know for that reason she would take it in but again, y’all will have to have a talk ‘cos she’s going to be like excuse me what do you mean and you can’t call her crazy ‘cos she’s not about to freak about the piercings nor you taking her to what is clearly a sketchy pub]
Moses: [thankfully the cost is one thing he can and would cover because yeah he really has not considered a single thing else about this as per usual and I’m sure he deffo would be trying to gatekeep gaslight and girlboss his way around this but as my boo says he truly cannot when it’s clear to everyone yet again how little you thought the horse through, damn, if I was Ali I would be TIRED, he’s like another child this man]
Edie: [we absolutely are but we’ll never be that bitch to say you can’t see your dad because what is that gonna do, make her go behind your back and do it and be against you, so you can’t win, all you can try and do is talk to her/try and make her see when he’s flopping but that’s not easy when Edie is willing to be pretty damn delulu about it all]
Moses: [anyway, I’m gonna drop my dream here because it can go from when they are at this sketchy pub, that fits and you can tell me if there’s any bits you like/wanna carry forward or what bits you don’t and if you wanna go in a different direction entirely, seeing as I had it and I wrote it down lol, bear with because it’s an essay]
*DREAM*
Edie: [the woman is too stunned to speak lmao but honestly, how are you recovering, how can you carry on, just walking around the rest of this day in a literal daze is the only way to describe it because none of this feels even a little bit real, thinking you’ve just lost your mind, nbd, for purposes of writing I’m wondering where we should skip to, like do we wanna do any of these activities or do we know the vibe?]
Moses: [yeah I’m wondering the same thing whether we know the vibes or if any of these other activities are worth discussing cos I don’t wanna go too hard and have too much happen if we’re saying everything in that dream did but as you said how are y’all just continuing on with said activities as if it didn’t lol, maybe we should skip to the meal as the final thing/him leaving? Because like, you’re busy when shopping and when getting tattoos and piercings but you can’t just eat food and cake in silence/even if you did you’ve still gotta say bye]
Edie: [that makes logical sense because you can be distracted by the world and your tasks everywhere else but if y’all are just having a meal alone, which I’m sure your mother talked you into after you trying to make it a whole family affair, like, there’s nowhere to run lads lmao; I know this restaurant you’ve picked for him is giving such STEAK energy because why are men, fighting for your life with your mostly plant-based diet but you’ve never been less hungry anyway so that’s not a problem, when the waiter has taken your order just looking at him literally like what now, as if he’ll have any more of a clue]
Moses: [like obviously we could be EVIL and say your siblings who would be interested in coming have even if Alison has not if we wanted cos they do have some level of relationship with him and we all know Junior would wanna tag along if nobody else, but regardless of if they are along or not he will continue to piss about to try and cheer her whether that’s playful footsie or it’s giving food fight/the Tony and Effy making a face and flicking food scene with the free bread rolls places like that give you, just being a childish dad]
Edie: [We could say just Junior, because Django wouldn’t want to come, the twins don’t know you like that because that’s after you and that just leaves Rio and imagine how deeply awkward that would be lmao, girl be busy because we’re not doing that, the subtle way you can ignore him without ignoring him by just involving Junior in these childish antics because he is one, I know he’s being a rascal and neither of you is doing anything about it]
Moses: [at least Junior is having a lovely time feeling like a big man with his meal and checking out this new tattoo and getting to misbehave because the way he’d be lowkey so annoyed that he cannot get her attention lol, just giving it all to Junior trying to make her jealous like she’s a child of his age and that’s gonna work]
Edie: [living his best life lmao and thank god because the fakery we’re coming at this with truly like nothing happened is madness but we gotta and won’t be swayed from that in front of Junior, absolutely not]
Moses: [casually the most awkward meal of all time, y’all will be so glad when you’ve gotta get this boy back so Ali can vaguely try and calm him down enough to do his bedtime routine which I know damn well this man will have kept him out past with no fucks given because he’s that sort of bear, not you literally playing her song during the car ride back because you wanna get a reaction out of her which isn’t fake, I say sir not in front of Junior please, god knows what this song is about]
Edie: [not you here acting like you didn’t publish this song for anyone/everyone to see, the dirtiest look as your face is BURNING like I can’t believe you’ve done this lmao, like Junior is gonna be asking her questions because he’ll know it’s her obvs like when did you make this, why didn’t you let me help etc etc like omg, here wanting to turn it off so badly but then he’ll be even more annoying like hey I hadn’t heard that before so you just have to let it play, crossing your arms and doing your best to ignore Junior which is no mean feat because he’s 7]
Moses: [when I just know he’s let Junior sit in the front with him and made her sit at the back because he’s annoyed she’s ignoring him so it wouldn’t be easy for her to turn it off if she wanted to and instead this man will be turning it up when she gives him a dirty look about it because petty king, literally here using the fact that he’s aware Junior is also a musical boy and will be bugging her and that he’s most likely to bug Edie out of everyone anyway because most like her and wants to be closest to her (not quite Grace and Rio levels but still), because he knows this child thanks to Ronan being a hands on dad, against her]
Edie: [at least you can lay across the backseats and turn away from them like you’re having a full teenage strop and aren’t having a far more real and existential moment here, covering your ears dramatically so Junior has to stop talking to you, going on your phone because it’s the easiest way to get Moses back here and now for doing this to you]
Moses: [never thought I’d be glad he drives dangerously with kids in the car but thank god he is speeding so the drive back to Ali’s from this restaurant wouldn’t be as torturously long as it could be, the way I know he’s just fully chucking these kids out of the car when they do get back with no intention of coming in to make sure they are sorted or speak to Ali, instead every intention of just driving away because he’s having his own teenage strop as a full grown man]
Edie: [the way we would not go in/would just be staring him down like are you serious right now, standing outside this car like are you going to do what I think you’re going to do or not]
Moses: [not you changing tact and following Junior in like you really care to make sure he’s okay etc purely to leave her standing by this car because so mature lol lol]
Edie: [so glad there are so many places to hide around here because you’re going to need to, you can tell Ali where Edie is, have fun with that, sir]
Moses: [me dying at his audacity to give Ali the brush off as well like soz gotta go I’ve got a long drive back bye under these circumstances, like ARE you gonna tell her where Edie is sir absolutely not because you don’t actually know in the same way you always get deets wrong and so you’ll just say she’s throwing a strop/upset you’re leaving etc etc that kind of vibe and leave Ali to find her like we all don’t know damn well what you did and what the truth is, please leave hun you’ve done quite enough on this day and you haven’t even told her about this horse yet either]
Edie: [my boo says oh you rat, the drama and the angst as she hears him driving off from the barn/wherever else she could be]
Moses: [it does give you the option though to come at me as either of them though depending how you’re feeling so that’s nice, the way this is like a lovers tiff storming off situation has SENT me, excuse me you’re her father not her boyfriend]
Edie: [I’ll come at you as Edie first, even if it doesn’t become a full conversation, giving the same night but later, like he’s had the time to drive back and get this message when he’s there energy]
Edie: Don’t bother coming back for my birthday, or, at least, don’t bother with me 
Moses: [giving even later like you got back and went out despite being in the pub with her before so there’s absolutely not need but you obvs have sorrows to be drowned]
Moses: I wouldn’t, you didn’t need to bother sending that message
Edie: Too late now
Moses: Past your bedtime, on you go
Edie: You’re no father
Moses: I’m the only one you’ve got, little girl
Moses: don’t you speak to me like that
Edie: I can speak to you however I want
Moses: That’s what you reckon
Edie: That’s how it is, you should’ve thought about a lot before you ruined everything
Moses: I should’ve? It was you who ruined my birthday
Edie: You’ve had plenty
Moses: Don’t go crying now
Moses: you knew what you were letting yourself in for
Edie: Crying?
Edie: I feel sick, you make me sick
Moses: I gave you what you wanted, maybe you are sick
Edie: You’re meant to know what’s right, meant to do it
Edie: not this
Moses: I’ve no time for this
Edie: Right, go back to having no time for me
Moses: I haven’t none if this is how you’re going to be 
Edie: Like what
Moses: Blaming us for your behaviour
Edie: Fine, fine
Edie: it’s all my fault
Moses: It’s not mine that you’re only a tease and everything you said was a lie
Edie: It’s not real life, today proved it, don’t blame me 
Moses: You’re blaming me when I did what yous told me you wanted, so what did I do wrong, exactly?
Edie: What do you mean, you know it was wrong
Moses: Why didn’t it feel wrong then?
Edie: It made the rest of the day wrong, I couldn’t be with you, you didn’t talk to me
Moses: You liked it, but whatever, blame me, yeah
Edie: You started it
Moses: You started it in your mammy’s house, give over
Edie: You don’t even care, what this means
Moses: You don’t care about my feelings, why would I yours?
Edie: You’re meant to love me
Moses: Did I force you to kiss me or invite us up to your music room before that? 
Moses: you said you loved me and plenty else, but I bent over backwards to prove mine to you today and you keep on throwing it in my face
Edie: I didn’t say you forced me
Moses: Because I’ve never
Edie: It ruined your birthday
Edie: I want you more than I want this, that’s my point
Moses: How you acted up ruined my birthday, now you want to talk after ignoring me half the day
Edie: I’m trying to explain
Edie: how could I act normal, after that
Moses: You didn’t stop us, if I’d known you were going to be in that mood about it I would’ve
Edie: I’m sorry
Moses: Too late
Edie: It’s not, you can take my birthday and do whatever you want
Moses: The birthday you’ve banned us from spending with you, sure, I’ll be in a proper mood myself to celebrate, won’t I?
Edie: You already weren’t coming back
Moses: ‘Course I was, I mean what I say, I’ll be living back it’s all arranged
Edie: Not bothering then, you know what I mean
Moses: Don’t speak for me
Edie: You said it
Moses: You’re welcome, here I am giving you what you’re after again
Edie: I just want us to go back
Moses: Well wes can’t, you pushed everything too far
Edie: Why won’t you try
Moses: How can I, I’m not allowed to see you and you won’t talk to me
Edie: Who said
Moses: You said
Edie: I said don’t bother because today wasn’t worth you bothering with
Moses: It wasn’t worth it to you cos I won’t give you your own way and a sorry when I’m not
Edie: You already got me [whatever you’ve called this horse] I don’t even need a birthday
Moses: I get it, you don’t want your surprise no more, don’t worry I’ll cancel what I had planned, there’s no need to cancel your whole birthday too, like
Edie: I don’t want any of it
Moses: I’m still not forcing you
Edie: I’m not a child, I don’t need a fucking birthday party, it’s so irrelevant
Moses: I wasn’t giving you one, I was giving you your own fucking ‘van like an adult
Edie: Yeah, cancel it
Moses: I am
Edie: Good, don’t waste your money
Moses: It ain’t ever wasted on you, that’s why I’ll transfer it instead, do what you want with it
Edie: You were never going to let me live with you, I don’t want the money either, none of it
Moses: Yeah I was, ask your mammy if you don’t believe us
Edie: No, you were going to put me in my own caravan, I don’t need to ask anyone
Moses: Because she were carrying on and on about you having your own room, I was going to put all your music stuff in it when her back was turned
Edie: Why could you just not get a two-bedroom ‘van?
Moses: I thought you’d like having one to decorate yourself, but what do I know
Edie: Forget about it
Moses: I have now
Edie: We aren’t the same at all, not even close
Edie: I was wrong about everything
Moses: You’re wrong about that for a start
Edie: I wanted to be a family, to have a room at my daddy’s, that’s it
Moses: No, you don’t want to live with me, you never did
Edie: Liar
Moses: You’re the liar, you said you wanted to sleep in my bed, that’s why I didn’t bother myself with 2
Edie: Is that all you cared about
Edie: You didn’t want me cluttering up your life, with my things, my presence anywhere but your bed
Moses: Christ alive, you are my life and what I cared about was sharing mine with you, it was your mammy talking of space, she said no unless I got some more
Edie: So you went with the more expensive option
Moses: Like I said, I thought you’d have fun with your own ‘van to play in
Edie: No
Moses: You’ve got a music room at your mammy’s, I only wanted living with me to be as good, I was going to find out how to build it into a proper studio, that’s all
Edie: I don’t care about things, that’s not what it was about, I don’t need you to give me endless gifts
Moses: I’m not sorry for trying to give you the nice things you deserve
Edie: It’s thoughtful of you 
Moses: Don’t patronise me
Edie: Fine, it’s thoughtful this time but all it reminds me of is every time it wasn’t, that’s the truth
Moses: Jesus
Edie: I hate it, I’m not sorry
Moses: You hate me, you hate my culture, you hate how I show I care about you
Edie: No I do not
Moses: That’s what you’re saying
Edie: Because I’d rather you showed up than sent me money or things? 
Moses: I do show up and when I can’t I want you to know that you’re loved and I’m thinking of you, I’m after making it up a bit that I’m not always there how some dads get to be, why’s that a fucking crime?
Edie: I’m sorry, I can’t help how it makes us feel
Edie: I’m ungrateful, you said so, so just don’t even try, I’m not worth it
Moses: You’re cruel, but I’m to blame for that too, everything’s my fault, you said so yourself
Edie: Why’d I say that, it’s clearly not true
Moses: Forget it, something else you’ve told us to do cos you’re blatantly of the mind yous can tell me what to now, many times as you like
Edie: That’s because that’s what I want, the only thing I want
Edie: You’d never tell me it were impossible before, nothing
Moses: So have it
Edie: So mean it
Moses: I can’t just mean something different the second you decide it’s what you want
Edie: There’s time, we can
Moses: Time for you to reject me, you did
Edie: That shouldn’t be a sentence we can even say
Moses: I know, that’s why all day I’ve tried not to be upset about it, not hold nothing against you
Edie: and I tried to be normal but I couldn’t
Edie: we shouldn’t have done it, it made both of those things and more impossible
Moses: I won’t do it again, I couldn’t take feeling like that a second time
Edie: I really am sorry, you know, more than I can put in words
Edie: I feel like shit too, if that helps
Moses: I heard you the first time
Edie: Don’t hate me
Moses: I don’t
Moses: I couldn’t, I love you too much
Edie: I never want to make you feel like that again either, I can’t stand that it happened the once
Moses: I’ll find somewhere else to put it, I should’ve known you couldn’t handle it
Edie: Don’t say that
Moses: It’s the truth
Edie: Wow
Moses: I wish it weren’t but it is, kid
Edie: Fuck you
Moses: What are you getting so angry for?
Edie: Don’t talk to me and you are banned from seeing me
Moses: Have it your fucking way, everything else is
Edie: If I can’t be loved that’s all your fucking fault
Moses: All I’ve ever done is love you
Edie: You take it away, you’ve never outright said it but now you have, now there’s no denying it
Moses: You took it away first, all you’ve said
Moses: I’m no father, I’m banned from seeing you, and the rest
Edie: You’re meant to be an adult, the adult here
Moses: I’m not allowed to be upset then, that’s grand
Edie: You’re meant to fix it
Moses: I don’t know how, you’ve turned everything around
Moses: you wanted this, now you don’t and you won’t give me a second to even try and catch up, all you’re doing is being mean to me
Edie: You wish you didn’t even love me
Moses: I wish I didn’t so much it’s made you hate me
Edie: I don’t
Moses: You do
Edie: No
Edie: I want you to love me unconditionally, that’s all I’ve ever wanted
Moses: What conditions have I ever put on you? I let you do what you want even though you’re a girl
Edie: That’s the problem, this adds conditions
Moses: No it don’t, you can’t stand that it happened, it won’t again
Moses: it’s done with
Edie: You don’t believe that, be honest
Moses: I believe you, how upset you are, even though you don’t care that I am
Edie: You just left
Edie: you didn’t say goodbye, you didn’t say anything about what happened
Edie: and you told my mammy I was sulking
Moses: You wouldn’t talk to us, it was for the best I left before I said things I didn’t mean
Edie: You didn’t say anything either
Moses: I was giving you time to come to me, I didn’t expect you to take what was left of the day and go mute at me or bring your brother out so you could avoid us
Edie: I invited whoever wanted to come, not just him
Edie: and that was when I was planning
Moses: I didn’t wanna rush you no more than I did force you, use that was, when you reckon I’ve done worse
Edie: I haven’t said that and I’m not going to, get that out of your head
Edie: It was like, you couldn’t even look at me anymore
Moses: Because if I’d have looked at you I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself and you needed me to
Edie: I didn’t ask you to stop
Moses: You are, and you have been since it happened
Edie: Because if you’re going to treat me like this then I can’t
Edie: having you care about me is more important than that
Moses: I was treating you as nice as I know how to, being more careful with you than I’ve ever been with anyone before
Moses: and you still reacted like that, felt sick about it, hated me for it
Edie: It wasn’t that I felt sick about
Edie: it was after, I keep saying
Edie: You tried to humiliate me in front of my little brother, you left me out on my own when you knew I was upset
Moses: I was upset too, I keep saying
Moses: you’re the only person who’s ever rejected us and the last I reckoned would
Edie: Then let’s go back, to when that wasn’t a possibility
Moses: I don’t want to, I want it to not be a possibility because you want me too
Edie: Daddy, come on
Edie: It was a disaster
Moses: Everyone’s first time is
Moses: [tell her some stories of yours from kisses to whenever you lost your virginity like see]
Moses: I can fix that, let me
Edie: I meant the fallout
Moses: There isn’t any if we talk to each other, I should’ve made you and I’ve the knowing to next time
Edie: But will we, or would this just happen again
Moses: Come on, baby, please
Moses: give us a chance, don’t I deserve one more?
Edie: Do you want me or do you just want your streak back
Moses: You know it’s you
Moses: I want you so bad you didn’t even need to touch me to be shown how much
Edie: That wasn’t just because of where we were
Moses: It’s because you’re special, it’s never happened nowhere else
Edie: Why?
Moses: What do you mean why?
Edie: I mean
Edie: I’m not special, I didn’t do anything
Moses: You are to me, it wouldn’t matter if you did nothing every time, it’s how you make us feel
Edie: It matters to me
Moses: I love you, I’ll always love you no matter what
Edie: and I’ll always love you too
Moses: I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was hurting thinking I’d lost you
Edie: You can’t lose me, only if you push me away
Moses: You were and I couldn’t handle it
Edie: I didn’t know what to say, I still don’t
Moses: Say I can spend your birthday with you, I won’t bring no presents ‘cept myself
Edie: You promise?
Moses: Promise
Edie: Okay
Moses: I’ll miss you
Edie: I’ve missed you
Moses: I’ll light a candle and wish to start the day over, be less of a cunt to you
Edie: I wanted it to be perfect for you
Moses: I know and I ruined it
Edie: Me too
Moses: If I could see you more I wouldn’t lose my mind when I do, it’ll be different when I’m home, better
Edie: How’s the tattoo?
Moses: [send her a pic]
Moses: How’s your [wherever she got pierced]?
Edie: I’m glad you’ve not tried to scratch it off
Edie: I can’t say I’ve given it any thought
Moses: You’re going nowhere, permanent like you wrote
Moses: did you take it out, you can tell me
Edie: No, it’s still in
Edie: I feel so stupid, today was meant to be the start of a new chapter
Moses: It’s my fault
Edie: It was an equal effort
Moses: Nah, you’re saying that to make me feel better
Edie: Weird of me to start now after being such a bitch
Moses: Your birthday is going to be perfect
Edie: It is?
Moses: Whatever it takes, I’ll be making a deal with god or the devil the night before, might hedge my bets and ask both for favours
Edie: You’d risk that for me
Moses: Before you was born I don’t reckon I even had a soul to gamble with, it’s yours and already on the line for you
Edie: I love you, I know you love me too, I feel it, always
Moses: I’ve no other reason to be here
Edie: You’re mine, I’ll keep you safe, do better
Moses: If you don’t want to be touched, I’ll not touch you
Moses: you’re safe with me
Edie: I did want to, you didn’t make me do anything
Moses: Your hair made me
Edie: I didn’t realise how alike it would make us look
Moses: Nor did I ‘til I couldn’t stop looking at you
Edie: Everyone knew I was your daughter
Moses: It’s right they do, wherever we are
Moses: you belong to us, inside and out
Edie: You’ve been inside me, I still can’t believe that happened
Moses: Not all of me yet, but enough I’ll have to touch myself to the sight of you in my head every night to be fit for anything else in the morning, yeah
Edie: Am I still there, on your fingers, even a little?
Moses: Can’t you still taste yourself in your mouth from mine?
Edie: I needed more, I didn’t want to stop
Moses: Me either but you’re not broken in like other women are, I have to remember to take it slow with you
Edie: No, I want to be like them
Moses: You don’t
Edie: Why not
Moses: I didn’t love them
Edie: You love me no matter what
Moses: And how I treated them would hurt you because you love me
Edie: Tell me
Moses: I wasn’t nice how I am to you
Moses: [why yes, it is time for a rough sex style overshare, just everything we can possibly imagine because lord knows how many ladies he’s slept with by this age, going into all the graphic details as per, being just horrible with how he’s treating these gals it’s not even hot it’s just derogatory]
Edie: That’s what they wanted
Moses: Yeah
Edie: And that’s what you wanted too
Moses: Right, they were there asking to be used and I did
Edie: So how can you change what you want that much?
Moses: I’m a changed man for you, told you
Edie: I think you’ll miss it
Moses: You don’t miss [something she kind of likes] when you’ve got [something that’s a fave]
Edie: You’ll get bored
Moses: I didn’t of your mammy, she did of me
Edie: You know it’s never been that
Moses: I know I’m not getting bored of you
Edie: You will if you treat me like I’m boring
Moses: We only have be careful at first, ‘til you’re used to me
Moses: it ain’t forever
Edie: Did you do those things to my mammy?
Moses: [tell her what you did because again, we love an overshare]
Edie: Do you find it weird that you and Ronan have both slept with her?
Moses: We both slept with Django’s mammy first, he can’t help but follow my lead, I’ve always lived exactly as I’m after, most can only envy it
Edie: I’m pretty sure she slept with him first, they were friends
Moses: She fought wanting to sleep with me but I could tell she did
Edie: Obviously
Moses: Point is, Ronan’ll have taken more of my leftovers, I know, I just haven’t bothered myself to ask who or when
Edie: I miss him, it’s a shame they didn’t work out
Moses: What’s to miss?
Edie: I don’t know, it was just nice having him around
Moses: Come and live with me, that’ll be nicer, promise
Edie: I don’t know
Moses: Why not?
Edie: I’ll just visit instead
Moses: Talk to us, why don’t you want to?
Edie: The idea is tainted now
Moses: It don’t have to be
Edie: I want to stay at home
Moses: Long as you know you can have a home with me
Moses: your original idea was to stay and both of us take care of each other
Edie: The trusts not there now, for either of us
Moses: I trust you, but fine, you don’t trust your daddy
Edie: My ideas were stupid
Moses: No they weren’t, you’re too smart for that
Moses: I’ll say no more about it though, you’ve made up your mind and that’s probably another smart idea itself
Edie: You don’t have to worry about talking to me, just say when you’re back
Moses: Oh sure, not as if I want to talk to yous or anything
Edie: Sometimes you get something and find out it’s not what you wanted, right
Moses: I don’t, you’re speaking for yourself there
Edie: Well, lucky you
Moses: You’ve no need to be scared
Edie: I’m not 
Moses: You’re not going to be boring, even if you live to be 133 like I’ve plans to
Edie: I don’t even know if I wanna live to 33
Moses: Don’t say that
Edie: What’s the point, seriously
Moses: You’re my point, what would I do without you?
Edie: You can have another point
Moses: Or I can go [an geographically appropriate way of killing himself for where he is rn, whether that’s a river or whatever it is] and I would
Edie: I never said I was going to do anything
Edie: Una would haunt me, if you can haunt other dead people
Moses: I’d haunt you too
Moses: there’s no replacing you, no more talk like that
Edie: You could though, Liam’s ma would really have to be going some to be in with a shot
Moses: Shut your mouth, I could never
Edie: Are you scared of death?
Moses: You dying, give a fuck about what happens to me
Edie: I’ll try not to
Moses: Mind you try your hardest for my sake
Edie: ‘Course
Moses: I’d be lost without your visits, can’t wait for ‘em to start
Edie: You’re a nerd
Moses: Liar
Edie: Sadly not
Moses: Pathological, can’t stop, look at yous
Edie: Shut up, loser
Moses: Make me
Edie: Yeah, you wish
Moses: You wish you weren’t all talk, you mean
Moses: I’ll get over it
Edie: Oh good
Edie: You can stop annoying me then
Moses: Night then
Edie: Bye
Moses: [do go because you always rudely will haha]
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Vincenzo : Episode 18
slow mo as if he’s not going to be alive, please!
did he get him in the heart or the shoulder though?
Damn did he actually kill the interpol people 💀
I am so confused by this brother storyline I’m so serious. stop playing with me 😭🙏 is it so bad I want him to turn around for the better???
it’s giving Itaewon class where I kept waiting for the CEO’s son to come to his senses after 800 betrayals and humiliation tactics from his dad but he just… fell off
lmao he called our lawyer queenie dumb, as he should. the audacity to roll your eyes like he’s not making points. deporting him doesn’t ensure you’ll stay alive 💀??? but these were the same people celebrating his mother’s murder with no worries in their head so why am I bothering
also everytime someone says mafia I just remember ITZY
HE DID NOT EMBARRASS ME. that’s family !!! 💗💗💗
someone save my himbo. i fear he’ll be caught
my goon guy is such a cutie, just gave him a vip hot air balloon ticket that says for you, anywhere anytime <3
why is evil CEO deadass chilling at his home like don’t you have something to do ???
I knew Babel would have some weird connection to its name. why would you name your company tower of greed omg you manifested its downfall
funny the Wusang ex director is talking about people as collateral damage when I thought he was one too by being part of the Evil CEO squad initially.
GET HIMMMMM !!! (some random people are at the CEO’s house)
this ominous music is so funny LMAO [ominous music intensifies]
is that Mr. Cho getting chased ??? noooo
HACKER GIRL SAVE YOURSELF. I cannot tolerate losing anymore people I’m so serious.
he murdered 4 fellow students when he was in school but jail is where draws the line 💀✋
GAG HIM YOUNGER BROTHER
anybody want lunch 🤣
oh so the happy soft music was for the brother thing. and they aren’t related by some familial thing (as I had once assumed seeing gifs) it’s chosen family!
my babe has suffered DEEP with that brother
I know this is TV but so much of it is real life too. the audacity to want to be a politician and top gun lawyer to serve people while threatening people’s left right centre is so infuriating to me 😭 Mr. Cho’s family’s at stake because you (the politician) and your family did disgusting things and now you want to hide them. I hate these people so bad
honestly I don’t even know what this Babel evil CEO is doing at this point like they’ve not won or done anything substantial AT ALL where you go oh you’re smart or you’re playing chess or keeping us at our toes. they just kill people. they’ll make you sad by killing people but that’s all they do. senselessly murder people or buy people and that doesn’t make you smart in any world 💀✋ all y’all have is brute force
everytime my subtitles fumble a dialogue I always wonder how much translation I’m missing out on but we move
Han Seo (junior brother) about to be tailed again OH NO MY BABY STAY ALIVE
Luca is here and everyone saying hi and he’s smiling and then our girl says hello and he’s beaming like the sun. I almost forgot all about the kissing!!! we have 2 episodes left now MOVE IT guys.
plus there’s that gold nonsense too
plus the evil politician
and now we have some news from Italy.
the acting from the Luca failing bad rn but we move
he found my HACKER GIRL NOOOOO
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Mr Cho noooo, gun to the head I would’ve lied. bought some time 😭✋
also I’ve seen this blue suit in promo posters okay slay
not the kissing photo in the email 🤣 how convenient, as he has to leave. let the memories work their magic 🙏
no pigeon ???
Mr. Nam my cutie
family is here <333
awww they’re giving him things 🥹
awww he called him bro
wait he’s not gonna leave is he
are y’all gonna kiss!?! hug!!!?
damn I got nothing ?
awww she’s speaking Italian. I thought she was running to confess but still this is very sweet indeed.
also that was a jacket apparently not a suit
how to befriend a bird and the pen given by the girl we love lmao, you already miss them so bad and the flight hasn’t even left
this politician’s right hand man has been here for 2 episodes and I already want to kill him. he’s also exposed the gold already 😍 someone GET HIM.
SAVE MY GIRL
oh they moved everything, I used to pray for times like these. must’ve done it when the monks went out for alms
LOCK THEM INSIDE GIRL
Yes run !!!!
I knew he’d get off the plane and make in time for a fight lol
Also this is such a callback to the first episode. My girl was about to fight then as well and he stopped it in time.
Also before I forget I thought the way he stared at her old photos, they might’ve known each other lol. maybe we get to skip that trope here 🙏
This is the promo shot where he’s calling them
SMACK THE EVIL GUY
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JUDE & ANGEL — NIGHT TWENTY-NINE.
location :    bean bags.
time :    evening, after jude kissed jenny in the challenge and romi and jude had a fight.
description :  angel becomes jude’s PR manager and tries to help him rework the jenny narrative in a way that covers his ass so he can get romi back #winbackourgirls
featuring :    angel /  @dobits​
𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.
jude isn't sat in the bean bags, he's actually pacing back and forth around them, every nerve ending on edge like the world's most intense game of musical chairs. his hands are joined behind his head, rubbing his palms back and forth over the ridges on his skull. "man, i've fucked it. like... i don't get it. it was just a challenge. yeah, i probably shouldn't have kissed jenny but i wasn't thinking. everyone's coming at me like it was this... premeditated evil plan. what the fuck, bro? it's a game. and now because of a stupid fucking... i've just fucked it, man."
angel reid
“jude,” he tries to interject lightly, calmly. totally unheard in the midst of jude’s frenetic, english energy. “jude.” angel’s sprawled out over a bean bag, hands folded in his lap. he watches jude’s trouser-clad legs pace back and forth. “dude. breathe. meditate.” both thumbs touch his middle fingers, slightly sardonic, and he doesn’t press it, jude has earned a bit of a breakdown (kinda deserves it, too). “all is not lost, okay? but you need to chill out, we’re gonna think this through.” he waits in the hopes jude will take a fucking seat. “everybody was literally waiting for you to fuck it so they could cancel you, we can’t dwell on that shit.” shrugs, matter of fact. he wants to help jude, they’re gonna need a game plan. “okay, we need to delete ‘just a challenge’ from your vocab, bro. like, you’re gonna have to nail yourself to the cross, my man… assuming, y’know, you want to fix it.” a pause, glances sidelong at him. “… do you?”
𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.
this feels like a throwback to the first time they spoke. if jude had found the idea of meditating stressful then, then it's incredibly fucking nauseating now. he takes three quick breaths, almost like he's about to take a swing at someone in a bar fight rather than trying to centre himself, and slumps into the bean bag beside angel.  “all is lost,” jude starts, under his breath, dejectedly. “yeah, i know everybody was waiting for me to fuck up, but like, why? what did i do to deserve that shit? i’m fuckin’ trying, man.” is he really trying, or is he just trying to say what he thinks romi wants to hear?  “i can nail myself to the cross. man, i'll fucking hang, draw and quarter myself if it makes a difference, but you didn't see the look in their eyes, bro. they're done with me. like, it's been not even forty-eight hours.” jude buries his head in the bean bag, letting out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh.  “i’m not meaning to be disrespectful. but it’s like... we just got here, and we’re already fighting about the jenny thing, which isn’t even a thing. i think they’re looking for reasons to cut me off, honestly. like they have their little chats with callie, callie fuckin’ hates me, and now it’s like, oh, he kissed jenny in a challenge, so he’s worse than dejan, the guy that actually fuckin’ cheated.  what the hell. i’m nothing like that asshole. i’m trying to be a good guy. i just wasn’t fuckin’ thinking.”
angel reid
it feels increasingly hard to fight off the black cloud attached to the top of jude's head, angel's metaphoric umbrella feels shredded after what feels like two full days of romi drama. "i dunno, 'cause you guys seemed solid. like, people praying for your downfall for the entertainment of it." or else they truly don't like jude, which seems equally unfair. there's a thoughtful intake of breath, shrugs his head with some understanding. "i mean, i feel you, this shit seems like it's being blown out of proportion, but also... man, romi's been in here for a minute, right? like, imagine having a whole bunch of intense relationships all in the span of, like, a week or two. dude, they're probably hella exhausted. makes the little shit big. and maybe they are being defensive, protecting their peace." he's trying to induce as many excuses for romi as he can, same as he's been doing for jude when he talks to other people. but then his tone goes clipped when he looks across at jude, "callie didn't do anything." like, let's not even do that. there's a beat and then he's back at it, fixing his face into a bit of a cringe. "i dunno if that's better, man. like, you weren't even being strategic, just acting naturally and you kiss jenny. to be real with you? i feel like this is one of those situations where anything you say is gonna be twisted into the wrong thing." in other words? please, jude, stop saying things. "it's okay if you aren't all in for romi right now, y'know. maybe it's right person, wrong time."
𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.
“how solid can you really be after two days, though, man?” jude says it, but the sentiment only runs skin deep, a hive mindset picked up when you spend all day every day with the same five lads from salford who think they’re hot shit in their counterfeit nikes. honestly, jude’s had one night stands he’s felt more for than girls he’s been going steady with for months. it’s hard to tell how much his feelings are involved with romi, and how much is the thrill of a new environment, of being on a show, of getting the person he came for and feeling both like the cat that got the cream and on high-alert for the moment he fucks it up. forty-eight hours is probably a track record, but in here everything’s more intense. when you’re living together twenty-four seven, there’s more opportunities to fuck up. on the outside, he could’ve talked to both romi and jenny at the same time and not even make a decision about shit until several weeks in. here, he doesn’t have that luxury. “it is being blown out of proportion. and i know romi’s had a shitty time in here, obviously, but that doesn’t mean i should have a gun to my head the whole time i’m with them like, if you fuck up we will pull the trigger.”  maybe jude had got it wrong by going for someone with so much other shit going on, but honestly, he wasn’t thinking that way when they met. all he was thinking about was how fucking much they were vibing, how little it would take to close the distance between them and meet their lips. “or maybe it’s right time, wrong person, because i’m a fucking moron, apparently.” jude sighs, wishing he had a beer, or something to take the edge off. “maybe i should just move on, man. romi pretty much deaded tings out anyway. sorry. i’m talking so fuckin’ much…” and he’d noticed the way angel had tensed up like a clenched fist at the mention of callie. potentially more than just a schoolboy crush. “how are things with callie? she kissed you in that challenge, right?”
angel reid
as someone who totally thought romi and jude looked like they had real a connection, angel’s vaguely disappointed to get the impression that jude’s kind of asking angel to validate his choice to move on to jenny. he’s frowning, listening. “that’s okay, man, if it’s not your bag… like, if you’re not 100% then you should totally let them leave it at that. y’know, maybe there’s someone here or in the other villa who can give them what they want, right?” and jude would surely want that for romi, right? and he wouldn’t be jealous at all? angel’s just presenting the facts. you can’t have your cake and eat it, too. somebody else is probably gonna eat it. probably right in front of you. brows lift up when he calls romi the wrong person. “you think? i mean, it’s shit when you feel like you can’t do anything right for somebody. i been like that before, it’s big red flags. but hopping around from og to og…,” he takes in a breath and holds it for a minute, shrugging his head. “i’m just sayin’, make the next one count, yeah? i wanna see you do good, bud, you deserve it.” and at this rate? this man is not on his way back to the main villa. angel only indulges a small smile at the mention of callie, feels a little bad to be happy when jude’s so angsty. “it’s good… she kissed me after the challenge, too.” the growing grin hesitates, goes a little sardonic. “while you were… y’know… getting your ass handed to you at the fire pit.”
𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.
“it’s not that being 100 on someone isn’t my bag. i can do that, man. i’ve had serious fucking relationships. i don’t know it just feels like a big ask to want someone who’s only about you after two days. if you don’t explore other shit, how do you know if your connection’s actually strong, bro…” it’s classic love island speak, men wanting to have their cake and eat it, and while he’s trying to take accountability for his actions he also feels like it’s been turned into some big event when in reality it was one kiss, in a challenge, no loyalties. “i want them to have someone who’s all for them. and i want that person to be me.” just after he’s kissed jenny, first. spread your wild oats and all of that. “man, if romi gets with dante now i’m gonna be fuckin’... i’ll be so jealous, bro.” because she’s had the choice between the two of them, and she’s picked jude, and now he’s already fucking messed it up. they hadn’t even fucked which feels like a fucking travesty, because he can tell that sex would’ve slapped. for fuck’s sake. “i just… i just feel like i’m this piece of shit who can’t catch a break. and i came in here to catch a break, man. like… before i came in here, i was seeing this girl. i’d been fully in love with her for at least two years, and then we finally get together. she moves me in like straight away. we’re fucking constantly. it was insane. and then, after two weeks of that, she like disappears for a few days, comes back fucking engaged to her ex… we all have shit we’re dealing with.” but perhaps jude should have found a rebound on the outside rather than coming on a tv show and wrestling with his innate inability to trust, his constant questioning of whether he’s actually ready to jump back into another serious thing.
“she kissed you after the challenge? no shit! what happened? where? i wanna know all the details.” maybe he should make more of an effort with callie. try to work some of that northern charm on her. does northern charm work on australians? “she’s fucking cute as fuck, bro. i don’t know what you did but you must’ve gone hard because first day when i spoke to her she was like, i am one-hundred-per-cent closed off.”
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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (290): Sat 31st Dec 2022
My final workday of 2022. We were told at the start of the shift that although we were scheduled to finish at 4 today there was a possibility that we would be allowed to finish even earlier. I thought that they meant we would get to finish an hour earlier than planned bur at 12:50 we got a message through on our screens telling us we were finishing at 1 which was fucking awesome and music to my ears. I genuinely thought that I’d never have a job that I’d look forward to. I thought that a job like this was, like a good Jennifer Aniston film that isn’t Office Space, non-existent. Luckily this job has changed all that. Don’t get me wrong there are some days where I wake up after not having had enough sleep (due to staying up later in order to pack more stuff in after not getting back in from work until six) and bemoan having to return to work already but for the most part I’m happy to go to work for a hard days graft because I know the company pays handsomely in addition to rewarding those who work their arses off.
Since I now had the rest of the afternoon on free I decided to pop over to the town and pay the remaining balance for my holiday to LA. The moment I pressed the enter button on the travel agent’s card machine felt so good because now I know it’s definitely happening: I’m going to WrestleMania (well I shouldn’t say “definitely” since the plane could still crash or the stadium could still fall into a giant sinkhole but on paper I am going to WrestleMania and the Lakers game).
2022 has been a VERY mixed bag for me. For the first six months I went through serious mental fatigue thanks to the fact that for some reason that I can’t quite put my finger on I decided to accept a job in the fraud department with TSB. For someone who hates having to talk to people this was perhaps the worst possible career move imaginable. It didn’t help that the people responsible for training me and giving me guidance were fucking useless. I suffered multiple anxiety attacks and I would wake up dreading having to go to work because I knew by the time I got home my head would be in even worse shape. Luckily a few months after starting this job I decided on a whim to apply for a job at a factory and within one week I had started there and I’ve never looked back. Although this job is exhausting it’s still a major improvement on where I was before plus the money is good and critically: I don’t have to talk to any fucking customers. Other highlights from 2022 were starting therapy, taking surfing lessons, Edinburgh, Italy, and finally visiting Portmeirion. Therapy was great as it enabled me to finally get a few things off my chest without having to bite my tongue and worry about upsetting people. Surfing was great although o didn’t have as many lessons as o would like to have had. As soon as it gets warm next year I’m going to be down the beach at every opportunity to get better. Shinsuke Nakamura says that he never took surfing lessons but rather just learned through trial and error and is now a really skilled boarder. As tempting as it is to practice on my own I enjoyed the social aspect of surfing as the instructor and the people I was sharing the lessons with were nice guys so I think I’ll just carry on with the lessons. Edinburgh was fantastic as always but next time I don’t think I’ll buy tickets for so many shows as having to rush off from one to catch the start of another was exhausting at times. Visiting Italy for our first family holiday in four years was a tremendous experience. I enjoyed getting to chill by the pool in the baking sun plus having a guided tour around Pompeii was a great way to spend my break away from that hellacious call centre. I have high hopes for 2023 in fact I’ve already got three items penciled in to cross off my bucket list. I’ve always wanted to visit California…well actually I already have visited California but it was at the end of my Route 66 journey and I was knackered by then so I couldn’t really enjoy it. This time around it will be nice to experience to whole city of Los Angeles plus hopefully surf in Venice Beach. As soon as I get the cheque that HMRC have been promising me for half a year I’m going to book my tickets to see the Lakers play against the Clippers in what will hopefully be a superfluous game as by the time April comes around they will have already qualified for the playoffs. Finally in April the boyhood dream will come true as I will at long last attend WrestleMania. For someone who has been a wrestling fan since 1998 going to a WrestleMania has been the holy grail of wrestling fandom. I was planning on paying to go to the 2020 event and thank fuck I didn’t because that was the year the world shit down. But everything looks good to go this time around and rumours of a Rock vs Roman main event make me even more excited for my first (and perhaps only) WrestleMania. In addition to the surfing lessons I also want to finally finish my Edgar Award winning novel challenge as I’ve been at it for years now and frankly the fact that I didn’t finish it ages ago is embarrassing. I also want to get all of the travel based items on my bucket list out of the way so that I can concentrate on getting my own house / flat which will be incredibly expensive but now that I have a well paying job it should be doable. Bon voyage 2022, not a bad old year.  
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Transcript for “Let’s remember our friend (donos/alerts off)”
Wilbur: In a second. (Intro music plays - a piano instrumental of Wilbur's song, Your New Boyfriend)
Hello, chat. How are you chat? Hello, mods. Thank you for looking after chat. Hi, hoijys. (NB. hoijys is a mod)
Hi everyone. Hello. Look at all these new chatters! Hi. Welcome. I'm glad you're here.
Hope you're all vibing well.
Hi everyone.
(reading chat) "Chill vibes here." It will be chill vibes here. You are right. Nothing too over the top. (Sounds of Wilbur typing)
Thank you all for being here. Thank you for showing up and hanging out with me today.
Hello chat. How is everyone doing today? I hope you're all well. Hello. Hi. I like the salutes in the chat. How are you all? Are you all having a nice day? You're all — You're all well? Healthy? Vibing?
It's nice to have you all here. This is my first stream in a while. Sorry I disappeared. I went to America, which we'll talk about a bit today as well. Uh, I went to VidCon. Uh, some of you, if you met me at VidCon, hi! Uh, I had a really good time. We went to, uh, Los Angeles, California. Uh, more specifically Anaheim, where the convention centre is.
Uh, this stream today — Uh, I've turned off all alerts and donations. Well, I, I can't actually turn donations off, but I won't be reading them, and you won't show up on the screen, so don't, don't bother subbing and donating today. Uh, uh, I, we wanted to do a stream where we just talked about, uh, some memories we have with Technoblade.
For those of you that don't know, uh, one of our best friends, member of the Sleepy Bois, uh, I've known him for just over three years, uh, Technoblade, passed away, uh, last month, which, which really stung, it really stung a lot of us, uh, and, uh, and, and really pervade through the internet, which was, which, which was actually quite comforting for me, was seeing how much he mattered to everyone online, uh, which has been, it's been really nice to see the outpouring of love from everyone.
And, uh, sadly I know it's been a really difficult time for everyone as well. Not just, uh, not just, uh, the people who knew him. So, me and Phil just wanted to have a nice chill — I need to unmute Phil. Phil. I've just been talk — Phil. I've just been talking on your behalf. I'm sorry. (Wilbur laughs) I've just had you muted.
Phil: Oh, that's okay.
Wilbur: I was just saying, we just wanna have a little chill time and just share memories of, of our friend, uh, with you guys —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: — And hope it, hope it can help you all, uh, as, as you know, there's, it's just, I, I just wanna, I just wanna share, I just wanna share with people and just sit and have a nice vibe together.
How are you, Phil, today? How are you feeling? You got, you got COVID as well, right? You got, you got — (Phil chuckles)
Phil: I'm feeling a bit better. I'm alright, really. Um, I just had a bit of a stuffy nose and a cough for a while. That's uh, I'm doing alright now.
Wilbur: Hell yeah. (Phil sniffs) And you built a shrine? I saw yesterday. I was watching that. I watched — I dipped in and out. I had to leave at one point, but I saw, I saw the beginning when you were digging upwards and (Wilbur starts laughing) walking in a straight line for ages.
Phil: Yeah, and — I wanted to find more diamonds for the sword, but I, I — turned out that I had enough anyway, so I was like, "All right, I'll just, I'll just make it."
Wilbur: Yeah. And then, (Phil chuckles) and then you finally built, uh, the shrine. Do you have a picture of it I can put on the screen for everyone? Of your —
Phil: Uh, I can grab one. Yeah.
Wilbur: Was it — is a shrine the right word? A statue? A monument.
Phil: Uh, yeah. Yeah. I would say, yeah. I wanted something in, in my world, um, that like, represented him. I thought that would be nice.
Wilbur: That would be cool. (reading chat) "Can Tommy join?"
He, he was around, uh, today. I think he had a really busy night last night. Uh, and we planned to do this today. Uh, and I think he may have just had a really busy night last night and, uh, he might dip in at some point. Uh, I'll, I'll message him again. (Sounds of Wilbur typing, presumably messaging Tommy) Uh, but, you know, he's — if, if he's hungover or whatever, (Wilbur starts laughing) I don't wanna, I don't wanna drag him out.
Phil: Yeah, yeah, true.
Wilbur: He might be around though. I, I saw him on Instagram. So, maybe. (Wilbur clears his throat)
Have you got a photo? Did you send it? Am I missing it?
Phil: I'm trying. Yeah. I'm really bad. Hang on. I didn't, I, I've got this. I'll try and get a screenshot I took. There. You see —
Wilbur: Oh, that's so sick. What the hell? This is, uh, uh, let me get onto the right screen. We'll use the YouTube screen. This is the, this is the monument Phil built for, uh, in Techno's memory yesterday, which is for, for one day build that is amazing, dude. That's really cool. Is that actually — did you use actual diamond blocks as well?
Phil: Thanks. Yeah. Yeah.
Wilbur: That's so sick.
Phil: Um, yeah, and that, and it's — that, that's like, that was the progress, and then like, that's the, the final picture I, I took before ending the stream. I’ll send you it.
Wilbur: I'll quickly get that up too. That's so cool. I like the pigs. Did you bring the pigs over? (Wilbur and Phil laugh)
Phil: I did. Yeah.
Wilbur: I like it. I like it a lot. Let me put on, let me put on some chill music.
So yeah, we, we're not gonna, uh I'm, I'm sure we've uh, I'm sure for those of you that have just joined, you still may have heard the news, but I'll, I'll say again for the new people that just shown up. But, uh, we just wanna do a chill, chatting stream where we just talk about good memories and happy times, uh, with — (chill music starts playing) about, uh, one of our friends, one of our best friends, Technoblade, who passed away.
Uh, we just wanna, we just wanna talk about him and stuff.
When was — So. Okay. Let's just, let's just start otherwise we're just gonna be, we're just gonna be dancing for the whole time. Um —
Phil: Repeating ourselves.
Wilbur: Yeah, F — So what, when was the, when was the first time you actually spoke to him?
Phil: Minecraft Monday I think it was. Um —
Wilbur: It's the same for me. (Wilbur laughs)
Phil: Yeah, we owe a lot to Keem, funny enough. (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: Oh, that is, that is an interesting point.
Phil: Isn't it? Yeah. They, they — he's literally the reason why we all like, found each other, essentially.
Wilbur: Do, do the — does chat know this story?
Phil: Which one?
Wilbur: Of, um, when me and you were put on the team together? (Phil laughs)
So Keem, Keem went through a bit — We had a, a Twitter group chat where, uh, all of the —
Phil: I have nightmares about that Twitter group chat.
Wilbur: — Where all the Minecraft Monday participants would, uh, elect who they would want to play with next, right? — Sorry. Someone's said that my audio's off today. Is the audio fine chat? Let me know. — But anyway, um, uh, he basically gave us a group chat where we could all, uh, we could all, uh, pick our teammates so we could all be like, "Oh, I wanna be with Wisp." Or "I wanna be with Phil," you know? — Okay. Audio's fine. Sick. — And, uh, and I remember, uh, Keemstar kind of, faded away from this chat and stopped focusing on it for a while.
I think he had other stuff going on, which meant that they ended up running rampant and people like me were able to get into the event despite not having 2000 viewers, which was the rule. (Wilbur and Phil laugh) The rule was to have 2000 viewers. And, uh, so people like me were able to get in, in this period, and, uh, uh, eventually he changed, Keemstar changed his motive and decided to really focus on, uh, on Minecraft Monday again, and in this time where he was really focusing, he came back on and he basically just scathingly reviewed all the teams, right?
Which is what you should do as a, as a, as a organiser. But, um, when he got to me and Phil, and this is — I have the screenshot, Phil. (Phil laughs) He, he, he, he found me in Phil's team and he took a picture of it and put in the chat. "Is this okay, guys? Wilbur and Philza are hardcore players!" (Phil and Wilbur laugh) Which is one of my favourite memories of when —
Phil: It was so funny.
Wilbur: — Me and Phil were put together on a team.
Phil: I remember you sent me a screenshot of it like, immediately, being like, "Phil. Phil. Phil. Look at this. Look at this."
Wilbur: I was like, "Phil, Phil —" I can't, I like — you know, when you see the funniest thing you've seen and you just don't know how to respond? Like, it was just like, I was looking dead in the eyes of the funniest thing I'd ever seen, and I just didn't, I couldn't laugh. I was like, "This is just — Keemstar called me a hardcore player. I — how can I, how can I recover? Like, how can I even laugh at this?"
Phil: Like, he was genuinely worried we were gonna just stomp on the, on the competition. (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: But yeah, you —
Phil: And we ended up leaving like, before the tournament even ended, 'cause we were like, "Oh man, our viewers are dropping. We gotta leave, or — "
Wilbur: Yeah. So, we —
Phil: "he's gonna kick us."
Wilbur: We were, we knew. So we died in the last game and — which was survival games — which was the majority of the games for Minecraft Monday. It was like, "We have six rounds! Five of them are survival games!" (Phil and Wilbur laugh) but um —
Phil: One is "Find the Button."
Wilbur: Exactly. But on the last one, the survival games, we died really quickly and we both had like, a thousand viewers, and we were like, "Fuck, we need to, we need to leave."
So we just ended stream so that our concurrent viewers wouldn't drop — drop too low and Keemstar wouldn't shout at us. (Phil laughs) But yeah. Um, so we're — go on, you, you met Techno first, I believe, right? You were the — you teamed with him first in Minecraft Monday. What was that like? You won!
Phil: Yeah, we won. Yeah. It was, it was hilarious.
I remember the, the message he sent me was like, I, I was looking at it the other day, actually. I was like, look, looking through old DM's and stuff.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: Um, (Phil clears his throat) and he's like — Uh, let's see, hold on — he said something along the lines of —
Wilbur: I've been looking through old DM's recently too.
Phil: — He said, he said something along the lines of like — Oh yeah. — So like, after the event, he was like, "We destroyed so hard that I feel guilty about it. (Wilbur and Phil start laughing) Those people had families. Lmao."
It was just like — The whole time, like in the call beforehand as well, he was just like, "Phil, we gotta destroy." And I was like, "All right. Yep. I, I can do good. I, I did like, Hunger Games. I know what I'm doing." And he's like, “No, Phil. We have to annihilate them. They've had it good for too long."
'Cause they kept teaming him with like, I, I don't wanna say bad players, but just people that weren't as skilful as him or like —
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: — As knowledgeable at the game, to like, try and nerf him.
Wilbur: Mm-hmm.
Phil: And then he gets me and he like, he, he's, he's literally like, "How did you slip through the cracks? (Wilbur giggles) How did you, how did you —" 'cause like he's, he's seen my videos and he knows I'm like, I know the game enough to be, to, to —
Wilbur: You're a hardcore player! (Wilbur and Philza laugh)
Phil: — Yeah. Caught in the queue.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: So yeah, he, he found that very funny.
Wilbur: That's sick. I, um, I watched back, me and Techno's first game, which I, I recommend you guys doing in the chat, if you, if you wanna see my first ever time speaking to Techno. 'Cause it was, it was, it was really scary for me, 'cause I, I went through a phase in 2019 of watching Bed Wars videos.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Uh, and so I'd obviously seen like, a bit of Technoblade before like, Minecraft Monday.
And I remember I, um, uh, I, I was playing with JackSucksAtLife in one of them. And — my bottle is creaking. Can you hear that? (Wilbur holds the bottle up to the mic, which is indeed creaking, as air slowly escapes)
Phil: Yeah. What was that? Is that the sound of it like, leaking air?
Wilbur: It, it, it's just water. It's a water bottle. I dunno why it's doing that (Phil laughs) — But anyway, um, I was, I was on a team with JackSucksAtLife and I'd just released my "Minecraft, but the water level rises" video and, um, uh, we were playing survival games.
I was one of the last alive, and I hid like, in a corner and Technoblade put in the chat. "Can you make the water rise?" Like, "who wants to organise that?" and I remember getting so excited. I was like, "Oh my God, he's seen my videos!" I was like, "He's seen my videos! Technoblade knows me!" I was so excited. And, um, he followed me on Twitter.
So I, um, I messaged him being like, "Yo, for the next —" MCM? Did we call it MCM? That means Man Crush Monday, doesn't it?
Phil: I think we just call it MM like Minecraft Monday.
Wilbur: We didn't call it MM did we? — Anyway, but for the —
Phil: In, in text we did. Yeah. But —
Wilbur: — For the, for, yeah, well yeah, "for the next, um, for the next ComicCon, MCM, (Phil and Wilbur laugh) uh, could, could, could — Do you wanna be on a team together?"
And, um, and he immediately was like, "Yes. I do wanna be on a team together." And I was like, "This is the best day." And, uh, I remember I was visiting my mum on the day of Minecraft Monday, and obviously Minecraft Monday started at like, 9:00 PM, but when we say started at 9:00 PM, I mean started at 11:00 PM (Wilbur and Phil laugh) 'cause it just would never start at the time it was supposed to.
Phil: Such a, such a poorly run tournament.
Wilbur: It was, it was pretty, pretty scuffed, but it was — I still had a really good time. I, I —
Phil: Yeah. Same.
Wilbur: — It was such an important stepping stone, in, in — As, as a career point of view for me, Minecraft Monday, 'cause I was, I was just a little, ittle baby boy on YouTube, you know? I wasn't — I, I, I snuck through the cracks. I was only allowed into four Man Crush Mondays (Phil snorts) before, before they realized I didn't have the viewer count and kicked me out.
Phil: Keem started getting real, real, real angry.
Wilbur: I don't think he was angry. I think he was just, he j — he cared — he went through phases of caring about the tournament a lot, and then focusing on other things.
Phil: I remember him talking in all caps and screaming, "WHO IS THIS?!"
Wilbur: Yeah, he like, he like told us off a couple times like, like —
Phil: Yeah, like, "I don't know who this is!"
Wilbur: — disciplined, disciplined like a teacher, which was kind of strange, but, you know, I, I have, no, I have no ill will towards him for that, for any of the Minecraft Monday stuff. I had a really good time and I, I owe him a lot.
Phil: Ah, same, cause like, the tournament itself, we owe it a lot, 'cause like —
Wilbur: Yeah, I know. We do.
Phil: — We got to meet like, so many people —
Wilbur: Meeting my best friends, you know, like, it's —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: But, um, but I remember, uh, I, I took the train back from my mum's house to London, on the day, and I remember I sat on the train and I couldn't even listen to my music 'cause I was so excited. (Phil laughs)
I was like, I was so excited to be playing with Techno. I've told this story, I think, before, I was on the train, and I was like, I was like, bouncing pretty much, 'cause I was like, "I can't believe I'm gonna be playing in Minecraft Monday with Technoblade." And I was like, "This is gonna be so exciting. I can't wait."
And it was partly because I, I, I was like, you know, there's this Bed Wars YouTuber that I know of that's really good and I can't wait to meet him, but also secondly, 'cause I was like, "I might fucking finally win." (Phil and Wilbur laugh) I was like, "I might win. I might win." And um, yeah, it was really fun. It was really exciting. And I remember getting there and I hopped on a call with him, with Techno, and I remember he said something really funny.
It's the very first thing I said, very first thing, but I don't remember what it was. I think I've told this story before, I can — I need to go back and re-watch myself telling this story 'cause I remember he said something funny, but I don't remember what it was and I really wish I did — but I remember the minute I spoke to him, I was like, "Okay. I like this guy."
Like the minute — the very first thing he said, it tickled me in such a way that I was like, "Okay, I like — This guy's sick. This guy's, this guy's cool as hell," (Wilbur laughs)
Phil: Yep.
Wilbur: But, um —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: I don't remember what it was. It was something along the lines of, it was something along the lines of like, me asking him if I should go live and his response being like, (imitating Techno) "No, I'd like to go live first, please. Just so I can get good viewership." Like he wanted to make sure he had the — enough viewers to, to par. And I remember just thinking, "Okay, that's funny." It was something along those lines.
Phil: Some, some clout related, uh, comment.
Wilbur: Something clout related. Yeah. And, um, yeah. Uh, I, we played together. I watched the entire stream, actually.
It was very funny. We like, you can tell we were both kind of nervous. Uh, but then afterwards he, we mentioned on the stream that we played TF2, and, um, afterwards he actually DM'd me, which I was very excited about, 'cause no one ever, no one ever DM's me first, you know, after — Bear in mind, I was on like, SMP Live, I was, I was like a small fry on SMP Live, who was like, (Phil makes a noise of agreement and acknowledgement) you know, I normally had to beg people to be in videos with me. And, um — Someone just said my shirt blends in with the background. (Wilbur laughs) I'm just disappearing into my wall (Phil laughs) — but, um, yeah, so when Techno reached out to me first and he said, uh, I remember he was just, he, he basically said that — I asked him why, 'cause obviously XQC was really good and he would win it a lot. And he played a lot with this guy called Moxi. So I asked him, um —
Phil: Yep.
Wilbur: — "Why don't you just play with like, someone really good every time?" And his reasoning was, and I remember this, was he was like, "I —," he was like, (imitating Techno) "Dude, this is not just an opportunity for me to make a lot of money, winning tournaments, but also, it's an opportunity for me to make a lot of friends."
And he was just — he just wanted to make loads of friends, I remember. So that's why he would, he would always take up new teammates and, and try out everyone he possibly could. And, uh, and yeah, and then afterwards, he was like, "Do you wanna play TF2?" And I was like, "Fuck yeah." (Phil chuckles) and, uh, and then this, this crazy disease swept the world, (Wilbur and Phil laugh) uh, and, uh, this, uh, this, uh, yeah, and, and we were all locked inside, and it was, we had, we made a Discord Groups chat of like, me, you, Techno, Niki, Fundy, and a bunch of others. Sorry, if I've forgotten, uh, the other people.
But we, we made a big, we made a big one and we, and we played a lot games. What games did we used to play Phil? It wasn't just TF2.
Phil: Um, we played, what was that strategy game where, like, you have to sell stuff to each other and fight barbarians?
Wilbur: Civ 5? (Wilbur starts laughing)
Phil: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. We played that.
Wilbur: Techno hated Civ 5.
Phil: He fucking hated it so much.
Wilbur: Techno hated Civ 5, man. (Phil starts laughing) Holy shit. It's not, it's not even like it's, that's not even the, the worst of it though. There was, there was one game called Battle, right. Which I was really into. It's like a mob-er. Well, not even a much of a mob-er, more of just a battle arena game.
Phil: Oh, I remember that.
Wilbur: Yeah, I —
Phil: I remember you getting me into that for a little bit.
Wilbur: I really like it. Well, I, I really liked it. I don't really know if it's got a player base anymore, but like, I was, I was — I, I, I remember I got Technoblade into it cause I was like, "This is up his alleyway." It's like, loads of like, reflex, skill over, over strategy play, you know, it's just like, quick skill stuff. Like, it doesn't — you don't — it doesn't matter how well, you know the maps. It doesn't matter how well you do this. All that matters is that you're skilled at the game. And then everything else just comes naturally. And I was like, "Technoblade, please play this with me. You'll love it."
He played one round with me. He didn't understand the controls, 'cause he was learning. (Phil starts laughing) He still got a kill! But he didn't understand what he was doing. And then afterwards he just went quiet and I was like —
Phil: He rage quit.
Wilbur: — "Do you wanna do a second round? And he went, (imitating Techno) "I'm already uninstalling." (Phil and Wilbur laugh)
Phil: Yeah. He — he quit.
Wilbur: He just uninstalled! He just, I always used to, I used to make fun of Techno quite a lot. I always used to tell him, (Wilbur giggles) I used to tell him if, if he wasn't immediately good at something, he hated it, and it's true —
Phil: It was true though. It was very —
Wilbur: If he doesn't — If Techno wasn't immediately good at a video game, he refused to fucking play it. Which —
Phil: Yeah. He —
Wilbur: — Which did mean any game you did play with Technoblade, he was just amazing at. He was just really good.
Phil: Yeah. If he, if he, if he recommended we play a game, it was because he was really good. (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: Yep. Yep. Yep.
I was very surprised when he did his, um, Mountain Blade series on his channel.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Cause I was like, "This is a new game. This is a new game, Techno. I dunno how well you are gonna be at this."
We both used to play, um, Mountain Blade on like, share screen sometimes. And it was, it was a lot of fun. It was, we both liked Mountain Blade a lot. I kind of —
Phil: I liked watching him play it. It was fun. I wouldn't have liked playing it myself —
Wilbur: No. No. No.
Phil: — But watching him play. It was pretty funny.
Wilbur: No, I kind of, I’d kind of like to start a, um, Banner Lord or War Band campaign on Twitch. I might do it like, a few months from now, though.
Phil: Yeah, that would be fun.
Wilbur: I'd like to, to pick up the torch a bit on that. That would be really nice. Because I do love that game a lot. And that's like, me and him used to play together a lot, but we can't leave out the classic game. You know it. I know it.
Phil: What TF2?
Wilbur: TF2. (Phil laughs) TF2 was our, our like, that was our home for me, you, and Techno. You, you —
Phil: Yeah. Especially during quarantine.
Wilbur: Yeah. We were locked in our room. I was eating Papa John's every day. I —
Phil: (Phil sighs) I still can't believe you did that.
Wilbur: — I gained like, I gained like, like so much weight. (Wilbur and Phil laugh) Just eating Papa John's. It's 'cause they — there was a Papa John's next to my flat. I can actually show you, should I just show where I used to live? Hold on, let me, let me bring up Google maps. Alright.
You've gone quiet. (Wilbur giggles)
Phil: Hmm? Um —
Wilbur: You've gone — Oh, I thought you were being like "You're doxxing yourself in the past."
Phil: No, it's I trust — It's okay. No, I trust you could — you wouldn't do it if you didn't —
Wilbur: I know how to show, I know how to show my house. I don't know who lives there now. Please don't harass them. Uh, This (Wilbur and Phil laugh) — So, this is, uh, so this is where I used to live.
Is that coming through, alright? Can you guys see? Yeah, there we go. Uh — oh, I've got the sub-goal up, let me get rid of that — Okay. Uh, so this is where, this is where I used to live. That is the window. So you see this wall here? That was, that was the wall with the big mirror on it. And then the wall that separates here — can you even see the box that I'm making? I don't know.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: That is where Clock used to go on the, on the wall. And this window was like, to my left. If I looked to my left, I'd be looking out that window, right? And in this little room in — by the way, this is where I was (Wilbur laughs) — It's really fucking built up, right? But in this little room, in this little place, I had all my time with Techno and Phil playing TF2.
And if we go up this road, (Phil starts laughing) we will see the Papa John's, (Wilbur and Phil laugh) and I literally would, I would order for collect in my room — that is Home Home, chat. You're right. That is Home — That is the original Home Home. — Uh, (reading chat) "it looks like a prison." It was really cheap accommodation. (Phil laughs) It was, when I was living there I was paying something like £450 a month. Which, for the middle of London, that's —
Phil: That's fucking cheap.
Wilbur: — Really cheap.
I pay more now, not in the middle of London, so — But, um, yeah, there was, I used to order for collect, uh, and then I would — I'd just play TF2 and then I'd get a call on my phone, and the, and then the man who knew my fucking name would say, "Hello, William!" and he'd go, "Your pizza is ready! Come down!" And I'd go down. (Phil laughs)
I'd walk over to the Papa John's, and they'd all wear gloves, and what they'd do is they'd put the pizza on the ground outside and you'd go and get it. It was that weird period of COVID where that was literally all anyone could do.
Phil: Yeah that was such a weird — Everyone was so scared.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: Where it was like, it's — no contact at all.
Wilbur: Yeah. And I remember it was like, 'cause that area of London's really busy, uh, because it's like the  ⁠— in  ⁠— it's like, the commercial like, office district of London, and —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: — Still, everyone like, there was just no one there. It was weird.
Anyway, uh, we played TF2 (Phil sniffs) and I remember Techno could — trying to convince you for ages to get it, it was, it was Techno that sort of, led trying to get you to get TF2, right?
Phil: Yeah, pretty much.
Wilbur: And you —
Phil: I was like, "Uhhhh,"
Wilbur: And you downloaded it and fucking smashed sniper. (Wilbur giggles)
Phil: Yeah. I, I, I — a lot of skill from other games can cross over to TF2 or any FPS game for that matter, as long as it's simple enough, and I was just quite happy playing the sniper guy.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: Clicking on heads.
Wilbur: Yeah. Uh, that was, it was really fun. I, I, I remember that was, that was really good. And, um —
Phil: We just joined like, random public lobbies and stuff and, um —
Wilbur: It was at the height of hacking too.
Phil: (Phil coughs) Oh God. Yeah. The, the, the, the funniest thing, uh, that I remember that Techno used to do, uh, when we played TF2 is like, we'd like, be joking around and you'd, you'd do that thing that you'd always do.
You'd be like, (putting on a voice) "Guys, I know Technoblade, he, he, he," (Wilbur laughs) and then like, and then, then people would be like, "You don't know Techno! What, whatever." And then you'd be like, "Techno, Techno, say something!" And then Techno would just go on the mic and go, (imitating Techno) "Hellooooooo."
Wilbur: He'd go, (imitating Techno) " Yooooooooo."
Phil: Yeah. (imitating Techno) "Yooooooo," But, like the, the funniest thing that Techno did when we played TF2, that I noticed like, early on, was, um, we'd just be —
Wilbur: He used to hate when I did that.
Phil: — chatting — What, sorry?
Wilbur: I was just saying he used to hate it when I did that. When I, when I used to make him — (Wilbur and Phil laugh)
Phil: He got, he got angry at you a few times.
Wilbur: Yeah, he —
Phil: He's like, "Can you stop. Wil, stop. Please. Please. We need to capture the point. Please!" (Phil coughs) but like, uh, I remember very, very like, vividly, uh, the first like, really funny moment that happened with us in TF2. (Wilbur mmms in warmth)
Uh, we were just like, chatting as we normally did, just like, (Phil sniffs) about random crap, and then Techno would just go quiet for like, a solid two minutes and like, every now and again, we'll just hear this. (noises of Phil typing violently at a keyboard, Wilbur laughs)
Like that. And then —
Wilbur: Yes! Oh, I completely forgot that.
Phil: And then, and then this — the moment he got like, a 4k, like, you'd kill about like four or five people, um, like, it, it was specifically this one game type as well. It was the one where you have to like, push the, uh —
Wilbur: Payload.
Phil: — package, the payload. Yeah.
Wilbur: Payload, yeah.
Phil: And he would, uh, he would kill like, a bunch of the other, the enemy team. And then immediately after getting like, a lotta kills in a row —
Wilbur: I know what you're going to say.
Phil: — He would just be like, (imitating Techno through a bad mic connection) "Guys, push, push, push the payload guys, guys," like, over the in-game mic like, really loud.
Wilbur: We, we'd be arguing politics or something. We'd be like, I'd be like, we'd, I'd be like, talking about (Wilbur laughs) like, the conservative government and then all you'd hear is Techno talking over the in-game chat.
He'd just lean into the mic and go, (imitating Techno) "Dispenser down. Push!"
Phil: Yeah. Yeah. (imitating Techno) "Push, guys! Push!"
Wilbur: And he'd, he'd always say "Dispenser down." For those of you who ⁠— that don't play TF2, a dispenser is not like, a key part of the game. Normally you'd say like, "Sentry down," or like, or like, "Heavy down," or like, "Medic down," or something, but he'd always go (imitating Techno) "Dispenser down. Push!" (Phil hmms in recognition and warmth) And, and then just to get everybody — which was his way of saying "I've just dominated the entire enemy team. Can you guys do something now?"
Phil: Yeah, "Stop hiding. Come out and push the payload with me. I have just murdered the entire team." (Wilbur and Phil laugh)
Wilbur: I need to tell my flower girl story. I really wanted to tell it today.
Phil: Oh, I like the flower girl story. That, that was so funny.
Wilbur: So I, this was done a few times and Technoblade hated — Well, he didn't hate it, but he used to get embarrassed by it.
Phil: He, he, he, he liked it the first time, 'cause it was just so random.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: And then like, you kept doing it. (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: Yeah. And um, I kept, I didn't stop, but what I'd do is I'd join, uh, the Bed Wars lobbies or whichever one, normally like, Sky Battle or something, and uh, I'd um, I'd, I'd nic myself as like, Flowergirl42 or something, (Phil chuckles) and then pick a random skin of like, a girl, or a default skin.
And I'd, I'd have like, a grey name on Hipixel, which is like, no, no donos or anything, you haven't got a rank, and I'd join the lobby and I'd be like, "Hey guys. I know Technoblade." And then most people would just fucking ignore me, but then I'd keep saying it. I'd just keep going, "I know Technoblade," and then they'd go "Shut up. No, you don't,"
Phil: "Shut up, Flowergirl!"
Wilbur: "Stop looking for attention, kid. You don't know Technoblade," and I'd go. "I do. I can prove it." And they'd go, "Okay. Prove it." And then I'd get Techno to join the lobby and he'd go — and then he'd just type in the chat. (imitating Techno) "Hey, Flowergirl42," and I'd go, "Hey, Techno." And everyone in the chat would be like, "What the fuck? Flowergirl knows Technoblade?!" (Wilbur and Phil laugh, Wilbur claps his hand against his thigh in his enthusiasm )
Phil: It was so funny. It — This was before I had YouTube rank, so I couldn't join the lobby. I just had to watch on your, uh, just on stream.
Wilbur: And they'd freak out, all of these like, Hipixel fans were just like, the chat would just like, erupt in like, people going, "What the fuck?! Is this pig ++ person joining?" (Wilbur laughs)
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Yeah. And, and on, um, Sky Block too, I used to, this was, this was one I've never actually told, but, uh, later on, on Sky Block, what me and Techno used to do is, Techno would join, and then I'd join nicced and —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: — And Techno would go into the chat and — I'd be called like, like, HughRalphy2004 or something, and then they'd say, and then Techno would join and say, "Hey everyone, go give HughRalphy2004 all your items."
And then they'd all go, "Oh my God, Technoblade's here!" And they'd all go and give me stuff. I think my Hipixel Sky Block account ⁠— I've never been to my island, but I have like, millions of coins. I have like, millions of coins. I have every item you can think of, all 'cause Technoblade used to bring me on nicced and tell everyone to give me all of their stuff.
Phil: Just feed you items.
Wilbur: Yeah. That was very fun. But TF2 was um  ⁠— and obviously, that's where the Sleepy Bois came from. (Wilbur sniffs)
Phil: Yep. Yep. It was, it was —
Wilbur: Can you tell that story?
Phil: — Really late.
Yeah. Yeah. It, it went — It was, it kind of like, branched off from, um, us playing TF2, didn't it? Like, (Phil sniffs) we, um, we stayed up like, really, really fucking late one night. Um, it was like, I wanna say at like 4:00 AM or 3:00 AM or something stupid for us. Um, and so it was pretty late for Techno 'cause obviously time difference.
Wilbur: Yeah. It's like, 8:00 PM, if it was 4:00 AM here.
Phil: And I remember we were just like, chatting and we were taking, uh, Techno on like, a tour of England like, you were showing him your old house —
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: — and stuff and, and like, where you grew up. And then I was showing him where I grew up and like, all the cool stuff near me. It was like —
Wilbur: Mm-hmm.
Phil: — and then eventually it just devolved into just “funny image,” like, “post funny image”  ⁠—
Wilbur: Yeah. Yeah.
Phil: ⁠— in Discord, like it always did — (Phil laughs and sniffs)
Wilbur: Yep.
Phil: — Um, and then it was you that posted the image, wasn't it? And then —
Wilbur: Yeah, the, the, fish being fed.
Phil: — Yeah. And he just immediately came out with, "I am the fish and the spoon is victory," (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: And then, and then I made him tweet it. (Phil and Wilbur laugh)
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And I was like, "Hey, Techno. Tweet that."
Phil: You found, you found it so funny, and you were like, "Please Te — Techno, please. You have to tweet that. You have to tweet that."
Wilbur: And he was like, (imitating Techno) "Hmm, I'm not sure. I dunno,"
Phil: And then you tweeted it as well, and Techno was like (imitating Techno) "Hmm. I dunno,"
Wilbur: And then you tweeted it, and then you said "this post brought you by the Sleepy Bois Incorporated."
Phil: Yeah. 'cause like we were just so fucking tired (Wilbur hmms in agreement) and I could see — 'cause like we all posted at the same time — And uh, this is, this is when we had like, a smaller, I wanna say a smaller following, so it was like, uh, it was like, a couple of thousand likes over the course of like —
Wilbur: Yep.
Phil: — five to ten minutes.
Wilbur: Yeah. It wasn't a 10K'er as we'd call it.
Phil: Yeah. (Phil laughs) And we were like, "Holy shit. Oh my God. Look at, look at them freaking out." And I, and I was like, "I feel bad for them. I'm gonna give them some context."
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: 'Cause they were just so confused. Like, "What does this mean?!"
Wilbur: Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Phil: We were just laughing the whole time.
Wilbur: It was, um, it was funny. Yeah. We used to, we used to really strategize Twitter.
I think it was Tommy who came up with the phrase like, "Is it a 10K'er," whenever we would say something funny, when it was —
Phil: Yeah, I remember with Tommy it was definitely like, he was, he was moreso on the, on the, the side of the numbers.
Wilbur: He loved the system, man. He loved it.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And he was really annoyed when I quit. I remember. (Phil and Wilbur laugh) But, um, every time something funny was said, and I'd be like, "You should tweet that," he'd go, (imitating Tommy) "Mm, but it — would it be a 10K'er?"
And so it became, it became a thing. Whenever someone said a good joke, we'd be like, "that's a 10K'er," right? We're like "That's a 10K'er!" (Phil and Wilbur laugh)
Uh, but, um, yeah, so the Sleepy Bois and then Minecraft Championship.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Technoblade was my guy. He was my teammate, uh, for Season One. I think me and him were together almost every time, except for like, three. I think I wasn't with him about three times.
Phil: Well, like the, the first ever MCC he wasn't in. And, uh, we, we just, we just invited him in.
Wilbur: Yeah. (Wilbur starts laughing)
Phil: Without the knowledge of the organisers. I —
Wilbur: Oh, yeah. Wait, can I tell this one? Cause I —
Phil: Yeah, go on. (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: So, (Wilbur sniffs) in the very first MCC, MCC 1, it was me, Phil, JackSucksAtLife, and Ryguyrocky on a team. And, uh, we were, (Wilbur coughs) uh, uh, we, we were basically, um, uh — Sorry, what was I saying?
Phil: You're talking about our team. It was me, you, Ryguyrocky, and JackSucksAtLife.
Wilbur: Yeah. Sorry. Yeah, we were, we we're in the last game and, um —
Phil: Yeah, it was Hunger Games.
Wilbur: Yeah. And, uh, (Wilbur chuckles and sniffs) and uh, uh, we — and Techno joined our chat and was like — I think it was your chat, actually — and he was like, "What the hell is this? How'd you get me into this event? This looks great."
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And I was like, and I was like, "Oh, we can just get you in now." And so I just, I just generated the Discord link and just sent it to Techno, and Techno just joined the server despite never having been invited or played a game, to the point where, when MCC 2 came around and Techno was invited, Scott sent him the link and he just went, (imitating Techno) "Oh, no, thank you. I'm already in." He was just, "I don't need the link." (Phil laughs) We just, I just added him in. (Wilbur laughs )
Phil: So funny.
Wilbur: Yeah. But, um, yeah, the — Me and Techno were inseparable. We were MCC 2, MCC 3, 4, 5. I don't — I think it was pretty much every single one up until about like, 8 or something. It was me and Techno every time, but then 4, that was the big one. (Wilbur yawns)
4 was where it was me, you, Techno, and Tommy, and we made a rule that if we did well, Tommy would become an official member of the Sleepy Boi's.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Cause it was just me, you, and Techno. And we won! We won the entire thing. And uh, I see a lot of people talking about that, um, that MCC and being like — 'cause some people say it was like, the best MCC, right? A lot of people say it was like, the best one, but then there are a lot of other people that say it was like, really hard to watch because of like, how mean we're being to each other. (Phil laughs) But for context, and, and, and by "mean we're being to each other." I mean, “mean I'm being to Tommy.” I would like to say for context, (Wilbur starts laughing) this was the middle of COVID.
I had spent day in, day out, in my bedroom talking to that group of people, right?
Phil: Yeah. We were like family at that point. It was ridiculous.
Wilbur: So, We — Yeah, we were, we like, when Tommy pissed me off, I'd let him know. And it wasn't like, a ⁠— it wasn't a scary thing. It wasn't like, you know, and like — 'cause he would, he'd do it on purpose a lot of the time.
Phil: Yeah. He would. He would push your buttons —
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: — to try and get you, get, get you to like, pop off at him.
Wilbur: 'Cause he knew that it was deep down making me laugh —
Phil: Yeah. (Phil and Wilbur laugh)
Wilbur: — But I was just, I was so ⁠— so a lot of the time I'm telling him to shut up and stuff and I'm like — and I see loads of people like, being, being like, "Oh yeah. I used to really like it, but I watched it back and Wil's so mean to Tommy."
I encourage you to watch it — It means you probably watched back Techno's point of view. — Watch back Tommy's point of view and look at that kid's face when I'm (Phil laughs) so, so called "being mean" to him. I was definitely being mean, (Wilbur laughs) but like, if you look at his face, he's trying to make me — he's like, he's got a little smile on most of the time, he's, he's poking my buttons, and then we won, and we all celebrate together, so, yeah.
Phil: Yeah. That was a lot of fun.
Wilbur: (Wilbur sniffs) Yeah.
Phil: It's where the, the famous line, "Just killed a woman, feeling good!" came from. (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: Of course, of course. Classic, classic Tommyinnit moment.
Phil: And when, and when Tommy lied about having the granite or something and like —
Wilbur: Oh yeah! (Wilbur and Phil break out in laughter)
Phil: I just like, lost —
Wilbur: Techno was so pissed. It's — so were you actually, but I didn't ⁠— I was already away with the fucking moon at that point. I was just, I wasn't paying attention at that point. (Wilbur and Phil laugh)
Phil: I remember I was just like, so blinded with rage that Tommy like, had just lied and got — and lost us like, what? I dunno, like 10 points and then Techno was just like, (imitating Techno) "Guys, guys. Please stop, stop arguing. Guys —"
Wilbur: That's kind of, that kind of sums up our entire dynamic pretty well.
Phil: Techno Try-Harding and, uh, me getting angry.
Wilbur: Yeah. You saying —You saying, "Tommy, that's — you've, you've — why did you say that? What are you doing?" Tommy trying to explain himself, but digging a deeper hole, me singing something in the background most likely, (Phil laughs) and, and Techno going, (imitating Techno) "Guys, please stop fighting. We need to pay attention. We're gonna lose."
Phil: (also imitating Techno) "We need to win video games."
Wilbur: That was the dynamic. That was comp — that was totally the dynamic. Um, uh, yeah. Then after MCC, I, I think after, I think MCC period was, was pretty — went on until pretty recently, right? I mean, it's not really too, too much — but there was a period where we did play less games together.
Uh, sort of when COVID restrictions started to go down, I think the best, the best marker point for when we started like, not hanging out every day was about the time we started doing Tommy's vlogs.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: So when we started filming Tommy's vlogs and going — especially like, me and Phil were in a lot of them — we stopped showing up to the Discord quite a lot.
Uh, we still obviously hung out and spoke and were friends, but there was a big period where we, uh, we sort of, we didn't really hang out every day. (Wilbur clears his throat) Which is to be expected, you know, that's, that's how the lines of life go. You know, you, sometimes you go towards each other and move away and, you know, you just gotta be thankful for the times you've been towards each other.
And, um, uh, what are — Do you have any memories between, between then, that you can think of?
Phil: Uh, I was thinking of SMP Earth, that happened like, but that was like —
Wilbur: Oh! That was before MCC.
Phil: That was before MCC. Yeah. We kind of jumped the, jumped the gun a bit there.
Wilbur: I forgot about M, M — Yeah. SMP Earth. I did like how eventually everyone quit SMP Earth to the point where it was just me, you, Techno, Tommy, and VoiceoverPete playing, (Wilbur and Phil laugh) and all of us were equidistant from each other.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Like, we were all as far away as we could possibly be. And it ended up like, all of the big strife on the server was between those people, and like, Charlie was on and stuff.
There were a few people still playing, but it was, it, it, it became very barren very quickly, but it was, it was still really fun. And I still remember Techno saying that he, the only reason he, he was like, so keen on joining was cause he wanted to hang out with us more.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Because this was before we'd started like, hanging out a lot.
This was like, just before Christmas 2020, I think.
Phil: Mm-hmm.
Wilbur: And yeah.
Phil: It was like, November 20 — 22nd.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: I'm looking at messages now.
Wilbur: Oh. Yeah. That was —
Phil: Like, like the messages that I sent — 'cause um, the whole like, me f — joining, uh, Techno in the Antarctic was just kind of, it wasn't planned —
Wilbur: Mm-hmm.
Phil: — beforehand or anything. I was being hunted, uh, by like, a group of players.
Wilbur: Mm-hmm.
Phil: And I, and I mess — I ��� in just a desperate attempt to, to like, get help. I message Techno, 'cause I was like, "Oh, he'll help."
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: And he’s like, "Okay, Philza. We got this. Alliance pact formed." (Phil and Wilbur laugh) Uh, and he said he was being followed as well, so we like, made a, made the Antarctic Empire and just like, joined up. Started wrecking shit.
Wilbur: Yeah. Techno's — Techno's MO has always been make and maintain friends. That's been like, his — that was his MO you know, whatever, whatever it cost. If he, if he thought that you were, you know, down to earth or chill, he just made it his mission to just be your friend, which was always really nice. He always, he always made you feel very wanted, Technoblade did, you know —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: — He never like, he never aired a message or like, took too long to reply, to a point where I'd send him memes and he would just respond with pictures of his own emotes. (Wilbur and Philza laugh)
Phil: Yeah. He loved doing that.
Wilbur: He wouldn't even say anything. He'd just send back a, uh, he'd just send back a picture of, um, of like, his —
Phil: His little pig.
Wilbur: — his little pig character pogging. (Phil laughs)
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: That was the funniest, dude. Always like, Talk and Twitch emotes, (Wilbur mm-hmm’s in agreement) even though he was a YouTuber.
Wilbur: And then, do you remember when we did that video of the, uh, gravity mod for Techno's channel?
Phil: Yeah. Yeah.
Wilbur: Holy —
Phil: I was, I was surprised that ever came out. I was just —
Wilbur: I was gonna say it was —
Phil: I was like, this is never getting made. There's four POVs.
Wilbur: It was a fucking mess to — it was, it was like —
Phil: It was so funny.
Wilbur: So we, we went into it and the, the ⁠— you wouldn't be able to tell from the video, but the recording was about three hours. But like, not because it was a difficult mod or any fault of Techno, it was just basically me and Tommy's fault, essentially. (Wilbur and Phil chuckle)
You were joining in, to be fair at one point, Phil, towards the end.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: But you were at least trying to be — keep it together for Techno, but me and Tommy were just fucking around the whole time.
Phil: Yep.
Wilbur: And like, there was one point where we had just started, just saying things he couldn't put in videos. Like, obviously nothing like, offensive, but like, stuff he'd have to cut because it was like, too personal or like, gave away a secret or something.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And every time he'd speak, me and Tommy would just go, "Oh, just like this!" And we'd just mention something that he couldn't include in the video. (Phil laughs) To the point where it was — there was a classic "Guys, please," (Wilbur laughs) "Guys, please, stop,"
Phil: (imitating Techno) "Guys, please,"
Wilbur: "Stop doing this."
And um, I remember when we were, uh — At the end of that video, you may notice, I go really quiet and you can't — I don't talk anymore. It was genuinely — I was just falling asleep at my desk.
Phil: Yeah, you were, you were exhausted.
Wilbur: I was so tired. It was like, we were on hour four and I was just falling into the sky over and over again.
Phil: Yeah. (Phil sniffs)
Wilbur: Yeah, and —
Phil: That was a lot of fun though. It was, it was still like really —
Wilbur: It was a lot of fun.
Phil: I think like, my favourite bit out of that was, um, like, when we go to the Nether.
Wilbur: Mm-hmm.
Phil: And I'm, I'm like, I've got the ceiling like, gravity thing. So I'm just running on the roof of the Nether and like, mining stuff and it's falling down onto Techno, who's below, and he's like, just farming all the things.
Wilbur: Yeah, I remember that. I remember that. (Wilbur clears his throat) There was uh, (Phil clears his throat) then there was Dream SMP, obviously. (Phil sniffs)
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Which Techno, uh, Techno joined and immediately, immediately, uh — so we didn't actually know Techno was gonna join on the day that he joined. We knew he was on the server and gonna join at some point. But, uh, he, he, his first one was when me and Tommy get exiled, right?
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And, and at one point Tommy's like, "What are we gonna do? We need someone to help us." And then it just says, "Technoblade joined the game." And Techno joins our VC and me and Tommy's reaction is, it's like, completely genuine. Like, we're like, "What the fuck?!" Like — (Phil giggles)
Phil: Yeah. That was good.
Wilbur: And then there's the railings. The Pogtopia railings. I kept — you weren't on yet.
Phil: No.
Wilbur: But I kept, uh, I kept, uh, falling off of the stairs that, that I'd made, so Techno built some railings for me, some old man — Well, originally railings so that young people don't keep falling and I was like —
Phil: Yeah, 'cause Tubbo kept falling, right? He kept just dying.
Wilbur: Yeah. And I was like, I was — No, it was for me first.
Phil: Oh right.
Wilbur: And, uh, and I was like, "Techno, I'm older than you."
And he was like, "Fine. It's to stop old people falling off," and I was like, "I'm not gonna fall off." And I just kept dying. (reading chat) Oh yeah, he'd "elder proofed" it. (Wilbur and Phil laugh) Yeah. And, um, his potato farm like, I ate so many potatoes on that server thanks to him. (Wilbur chuckles)
Yeah. That was really fun.
Phil: I, I thought it was funny how like, I wasn't on the server yet. So I would just like, hear about all these things you guys had did like, afterwards.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: Um, (Phil laughs) and I was just like, "Oh man, that sounds so fun. I wanna join," Um —
Wilbur: And I wrote you in!
Phil: And, and then you were just like, "I'll just write you in Phil," I was like, "Oh shit. Alright."
That was cool.
You, you guys would sometimes just join my VC like, or like, join, join a call, uh, with me whilst I was just streaming hardcore, (Wilbur mmms, agreeing) 'cause I couldn't like, hang out with you guys on the Dream SMP.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: But since you guys were on the Dream SMP, you could just call me anyway and we'd just hang in different, (Wilbur and Phil laugh) in different worlds, essentially.
It was pretty funny.
Wilbur: Yeah. The first time he joined, he didn't stop playing for like, days. I, I joined the server like, a couple days after he joined, I was like, "Techno, how long have you been on?" And he was like, (imitating Techno) "17 hours" or something.
Phil: Yeah. He, he— the one thing Techno wanted to do always was get good at video game and get rich.
Wilbur: Mm-hmm. Yes. Yep.
Phil: So like, he was just in full on grind mode. "I need to get richer than everyone else, even though they've been playing longer than me." (Phil chuckles)
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: It was just his mantra pretty much, it was like, "This is what I need to do,"
Wilbur: I need to — I need to use the bathroom really quick. Can you, can you tell a, a, a, um, Syndicate story or something like, from when, for your little, uh, area that you made while I'm gone?
Phil: Yeah, sure.
Wilbur: I'll be back. I'll be two seconds.
Phil: Uh, let's think, I remember when, uh, Techno like, saved me from — G, Guys, you remember, you remember the whole like, I was like, under house arrest and everything? (Phil laughs)
Yeah. Like, Techno came and like, saved me and like, Tubbo was just doing — He, he wasn't — T, Tubbo was just fucking around, and Techno was trying to do like, some improv lore. (Phil laughs)
I mean, we both were, kind of, like, but Tubbo was just like, completely blind to it. I remember — I remember he snuck into the basement, 'cause I was just like, I was making a basement under my house as a, as a kind of a distraction to give Techno enough time to come like, get me.
Um, Tubbo was just hanging out with me and then Techno just sneaks in with an invis pot and just starts murdering Tubbo. (Phil wheezes with laughter)
And Tubbo, not knowing what's going on is just like, (imitating Tubbo) "What is happening? Why do you — Oh, why?" And Techno's like, (imitating Techno) "I'm trying to do lore! I'm trying to break out my friend!" "But you guys are just, you’re just messing around! It's like, wasting time!" (Phil wheezes with laughter again)
Oh, it was so funny. (Phil sniffs) He just — I, I, I think that was my favourite thing that Techno did on Dream SMP, is just like, break character. He, he was like, the fourth-wall breaking character, essentially. Like he, he would have his serious moments, but then when like, things were just too goofy for him to act over, he would — he would just make fun of it.
Oh man. I remember — specifically, Syndicate related — I remember, um, showing him the design for like, the Syndicate room. And like, building it —
Wilbur: Have you been spreading lies?
Phil: I've been saying nothing of the sort.
Wilbur: I'm back.
Phil: I'll finish what I was talking about, just real quick.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: But um, I remember him being like, really excited over me making the Syndicate room and just like, uh ⁠— I like, showed him pictures and videos of it and then streamed it to him and stuff.
And he's just like, (imitating Techno) "Yooooooo," like, the ty — the typical like, hype response from Techno.
Wilbur: Everyone's talking about fourth-wall breaking. Did you mention how he used to always break the fourth wall? Tommy —
Phil: Yeah. Yeah. I, I mentioned like, one of the funniest moments, uh, uh, that I remember of him, like breaking the fourth wall was just like, when he broke me out of my house, when I was like, under house arrest on the Dream SMP. And like, Tubbo was just hanging about, and he like, killed him. And Tubbo's like, (imitating Tubbo) "Oh, why?" And Techno's like, (imitating Techno) "You guys are wasting so much time. I just ⁠— I, I'm streaming. I'm trying to do lore. I'm trying to break out my friend." It was so funny.
Wilbur: Tommy used to hate how he broke the fourth wall, remember?
Phil: Yeah. I, I loved it. Tommy, Tommy did not like it for a while.
Wilbur: Tommy, Tommy used to sit down with Techno and be like, "You gotta stop breaking the fourth wall."
Phil: And he's like, (imitating Tommy) " Techno, can you be serious? Like, can you, can you do a serious, serious point?" Like "You can't, you can't keep making jokes like that, man."
Wilbur: — To rub him the wrong way. —
Phil: (imitating Techno) "Hmm, but it's funny."
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: "But it's funny." (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: Yeah. But yeah, that was, that was a lot of those memories. And, uh, and then there was obviously the sadder part, which was, uh, the day we were in our group chat and he tells us that, uh, he was, he was diagnosed. Do you remember that?
Phil: Yeah, that was, that was fucking heavy.
Wilbur: Yeah, to —
Phil: I was just so shocked. (Phil sniffs)
Wilbur: Yeah, I think I, uh, I think I lightened his spirits a bit at the time with the worst social faux pas I've ever done. Do you remember?
Phil: No. No. What?
Wilbur: Do you not remember what I said?
Phil: I can't remember. No.
Wilbur: So he, I had ju — I had the group chat open and no one had said anything in a while and I just had it open and I saw Techno was typing, so I got ready a message that said. "Shut the fuck" — in full capitals, like — "SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Like —
Phil: Oh, yeah. Shit. Yeah.
Wilbur: Like, "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT" I just had this massive message of "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I did — "TECHNO SHUT! — FUCK YOU! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU TECHNO!" to in full capitals so that the moment he sent a message, it would like — I would hit enter and it would come through and he sends a message saying, saying, "Hey guys, I have something to tell you."
And then I hit enter and it just says "SHUT THE FUCK UP! SH — FUCK YOU!" And then the next line is like, "I, I have cancer," and I'm like, "No." I like, I messaged like, I'm like, "You're joking. Please say you're joking." He's like, "I'm not joking." And I like, delete the message. I, I, I, I was so distraught. I remember I was like, I apologised to him so much after that.
But like, I remember he was just that — I remember he, he was like, "No, I, I —," He, he told me he laughed. After —
Phil: Yeah, it's just such a you thing to do.
Wilbur: — He thought it was funny. (Wilbur laughs) But I remember just being like, "Fuck. I fucked up. Shit."
Phil: You would, you would do that to anyone like —
Wilbur: Oh yeah. It wasn't like —
Phil: Like, this was very atypical of, of you to just respond with like, (putting on a voice) "Fuck off! Fuck off!" Like, "Nobody likes you," like where, where I say like something really sweet and you're like, "Fuck off, Phil."
Wilbur: Yeah. Yeah. That's what I was trying to do, but I didn't know how heavy the actual message was gonna be. And I remember we, we knew for a couple days, uh, that he had cancer before he made his video, (Phil sniffs) which, um, I've spoken to loads of people about that video and they've all told me that it really annoyed them, how it was the funniest, sad video they've ever seen, (Phil laughs) was the one about him being diagnosed. He was — Techno had just this fucking crazy, dark sense of humour that was like, so perfect, and he wasn't edgy. He was just dark. To the point where you're like, "Oooh. Okay, that's funny. But —"
You know, he wasn't like, edgy. He wasn't like, making offensive jokes much. It was more, he was making jokes that were —
Phil: About himself.
Wilbur: — at the expense of misery. You know, so —
Phil: He'd make them like, about like, yeah. Like, to like, what's the word where you like, make fun of yourself to like, such an extreme —
Wilbur: Uh, I don't remember. I don't remember, (Sounds of Phil typing, presumably to look it up) but he, he loved that shit. He loved doing the, you know, doing humour that was completely —
Phil: Oh, self-deprecating.
Wilbur: Yeah. Self-deprecating.
Phil: That's the word.
Wilbur: But his was like, to a new level of self-deprecating.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Like, I think one of like, his, one of like, the last quotes from him I have in the quote book is, um, when I was speaking to him for the first time properly about his cancer.
We were like, playing TF2, me and him, and, uh, he said to me like, “Out of all  ⁠—” I was really upset and he went, he went, he went, (imitating Techno) "You know what, Wilbur? It's not that bad. Out of all the people I've told, the person that cried the hardest was my insurance company." (Wilbur and Phil laugh)
Phil: Oh yeah! I remember that!
Wilbur: He went, he was like, "Yeah. They had a 22 year old man. You know, he just stays inside, plays video games all day. Doesn't drive. Doesn't drink. Doesn't smoke." They were like "My insurance company, they thought I was gonna have the — They, they thought they had the easiest run, you know, a cool couple grand and then I'm gonna turn to them and tell them I have cancer."
Phil: Oh, Jesus.
Wilbur: I remember just — it was — that's just his humour. That's what he loved. He loved that kind of humour that completely (Wilbur chuckles) just tore apart his like, you know ⁠— the problems that were going on.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Which was, so, which was, it is a great way of coping, I think, 'cause it really, it really helps light — helped lighten the mood, especially when I was spoken to him — speaking to him, you know?
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: About that kind of thing. Yeah. We did, we did, we did a, a few, uh, streams with him, not streams, er like, play sessions with him doing TF2. I, I, I — that's one of my few regrets I actually have is that I was so busy with Lovejoy and doing Tommy's vlogs and stuff that I didn't just, you know, the minute — I mean like, the, the couple days after I heard he had cancer, we were hanging out like every day. But —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: I think with his chemotherapy making him so tired (Wilbur sighs) and with, um, and with, you know, his like, lack of time due to that, I, uh, I spent a lot of time, uh, not hanging out with him as much? I think that's like, one of my regrets is that I wish I'd, you know, cancelled a few more things or like, you know, delayed the release of the Lovejoy stuff a bit longer, just so I could catch him between chemo sessions.
Phil: Mm-hmm.
Wilbur: But after he finished chemo, he was doing great! I remember he was, he was really well. Uh, Chemo was awful for him. He had a really bad time. I remember he was just tired all the time.
Phil: Yeah, he'd have to ⁠— he'd watch us play TF2 on his phone.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: Like, in, in bed.
Wilbur: Yeah. He'd sit in hospital and we'd, we'd screen share TF2 to him and he'd just watch quietly.
He wouldn't really say much, but then after he finished chemo, he was doing great. And, uh, uh, I dunno if I'm allowed to say this, I'm gonna say it anyway, because it's — I dunno how they're gonna go about this now, but we actually filmed a Mr Beast video, uh, with Techno, uh, a couple like, a month before he passed away, we filmed a, uh, a Mr Beast video with him.
And in that video, he's got so much energy. He's like, completely fine. Uh, and you know, he was very like, you know, snappy and, and bombastic, and stuff. And it was me, and George, and Dream were on a team. And, uh, and yeah, I, I, it was, it was really, really fun. And I remember that, and I remember thinking like, "He's sounding so much better!"
I was really excited about how much better he sounded.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Uh, during that, (Phil sniffs) because, um, I remember when he was telling me about — sorry, if I'm talking too much. Just tell me if I, if I am —
Phil: No, it's your stream. Go ahead.
Wilbur: I remember when uh, I was asking him about like — it's really hard to ask people with severe illness like, "What's the prognosis like?" 'cause you never want them to say it's bad.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: But I asked him like, you know, "What's, what, what, what's it look — what's the outlook for you with, with the exact kind of cancer you've got?" And he was like, "It's not very good." He was basically saying "It's, it's, it's bad." Uh, but he was saying that the sample size of people who've had his exact — like, sarcoma, is, um, are like, very elderly.
And there's not very many people who are young who've had it. And the people who've — were young who've had it tended to have a higher survival rate. So he was hoping the statistics were, uh, leaning his way which, when he started to get better, started to sound better, and, you know, I was like, "That's good." Uh, you know, I was like, that's that, that (Phil sniffs) — I was thinking, you know, that's  ⁠— "He's done it! He's, he's part of the, of the young people who've fucking destroyed it." And you know what? I wasn't fucking surprised. (Wilbur and Phil laugh)
I wasn't surprised. If you'd told me when Techno was diagnosed that "Oh yeah. He's —" If you'd told me, you know, in May, "He's gonna get better. He's gonna sound fine." I'd be like, "Of fucking course he is. He's Technoblade."
You know, my man's not gonna, my man's not gonna take it lying down. He's — Have you seen him? You just watch, just watch one of his videos. My man's has a 1000 win streak in Bed Wars. My best win streak in Bed Wars is three. (Wilbur and Phil laugh) My — he's not, he's not just gonna sit around, you know, he's gonna fucking destroy that shit. I wasn't surprised at all.
How was he when you went to meet him?
Phil: Um, he was like, fine. Like, he's, he was like, a little bit quieter than online and stuff, but —
Wilbur: You, you were in the middle of his chemo, right? You went to see him?
Phil: Yeah. Yeah. So like, he was, he was obviously a bit tired and uh, like, the hair was, was gone and stuff, so he, he'd been through it.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: Um, but like, he was still like, his joking like, funny self, just like, super witty, just cracking jokes. Like, it was so fun just to hang out with him and just chat to him.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: It was really cool. We didn't, we weren't even sure if it was gonna happen or not either. It was like, he, uh, I, I'd been in America for about a week (Wilbur hums in acknowledgement) and I messaged him like beforehand saying like, "Oh, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be close. Do you wanna meet up at some point?"
He's like, (imitating Techno) "Hmm, not sure that's the best idea." (Wilbur snorts)
Wilbur: That's what he always would say. To just about anything, really.
Phil: And then, um, — Yeah. (Phil chuckles) And, and then like, I remember it was probably about like, three days before I left, um, he messaged me out at the blue, just like, "You know what, Phil? Let's meet up." and I was like, "Oh shit, alright."
And I just immediately told Kristen, I was like, "How can we — can we go, can we go?" Like, "When, when's the best time we can go?" And we, we drove like, I wanna say six hours — Kristen drove six hours.
Wilbur: Mm-hmm.
Phil: Uh, we got a hotel and, and went to go see him, and yeah, it was, it was awesome.
Wilbur: That's exactly what I did.
Phil: Just wish I had more time. Like, it was just so fun hanging with him.
Wilbur: Yeah. Yeah. It was really good. He was, he was, he was — it was just after his surgery when I went to see him. So he'd like, (Phil mhmm’s in acknowledging agreement and sniffs) he couldn't really move his left arm very much — Or was it his right? I don't remember which arm — but he couldn't move it very, very well. I think it was his right.
Uh, he could move it well enough that he did that VR video very, very soon after, but he was —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: — But I remember he was, he was still very well, uh, when I went to see him. We got Five Guys. (Wilbur and Phil laugh) We got Five Guys milkshakes and then his mum, uh, brought us some chicken pot pie, which I didn't eat because I'd already had a Five Guys (Wilbur and Phil laugh) and I wish I, I wish I had eaten it.
(reading chat) "The apple you threw at him." Yeah. Yeah —
Phil: Oh God, yeah.
Wilbur: — I, I feel bad about that story. I feel bad about that story because, um, uh, Techno told me actually that his parents saw that video and were like, not happy with the story. Uh, so I would like to add that I, I, when, when I say "threw" it was more "threw towards," and it happened to hit him, I didn't like, launch it as some animations I've seen depicted me (Wilbur and Phil laugh) as just hocking an apple at Techno, at Technoblade's surgery injury. It wasn't quite along those lines.
Uh, for those of you that don't know, uh, there was a story where, when I went to visit Technoblade, uh, uh, he asked me for help in, um, uh, getting down these rotting apples from his tree in his garden, because his neighbours were complaining that, uh, it was attracting rats, and wasps, and stuff.
So I was like, "Yeah!" So I, um, I climbed up the tree and Technoblade held like, a basket and I started throwing these apples into the basket. And at one point I, I was like, missing and Techno made fun of me for it. So I like, so I like, threw down at like, a, at, at like a better rate and like, with more accuracy, and I missed and I hit, and I hit Techno right where his surgery had just been. (Wilbur and Phil laugh) And, um, and yeah, I, I ⁠— that, that literally is the extent of the story. Techno held his surgery wound for a bit and was like, "It doesn't hurt. It's fine." And then we didn't talk about it again. But, uh, I — the last time I told the story, I think I stressed out too much that he was injured.
He wasn't. — Te — uh, it was an accident and I apologi — literally the moment it happened, I jumped out of the tree and was like, (Wilbur chuckles) and was like begging his apology so much (Wilbur laughs) that he was — I was apologising with accidentally hitting him with an apple, but yeah, he was fine, and I was very apologetic, and yeah.
(reading chat) "Better accuracy. Lmao." Okay. Sorry. I f — I tried.
But yeah, that was, that was, that was one of the time I, uh, I hung out with, with — that, that was the time I hung out with Technoblade. I'm so sad Tommy couldn't get to meet him.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: That was really unfortunate. We did actually all plan, at VidCon, to hang out, originally, uh, but I think at that point, Technoblade knew he wasn't gonna, um, he wasn't gonna be around after VidCon.
He let us know (Wilbur takes a deep breath) at that time. I remember that, uh, because we were planning to book a big flight, and all four of us were gonna go, and hang out with him.
Phil: Yeah. I kept like, I kept like, pushing, I, I, I said like, one thing and then, uh, Tommy was down.
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: And I said it again. I was like, "Oh. Sh — should — we should definitely hang out," like —
Wilbur: Yeah.
Phil: — "We could just all get a flight. It's so easy. It's so quick." (Phil sniffs)
Wilbur: And, um, yeah. (Phil sniffs) And he, he basically told us like, "Nah." He was like, it's — He basically said that he ⁠— I think, I think the word he used was "owned."
Phil: Yeah, he did. He said, he, he said he was —
Wilbur: He said he was "owned" and, uh, he wouldn't be there for that. Which, uh, I didn't believe, 'cause he's told me before that he was owned.
He, uh, when like, like, when he was originally diagnosed, he was basically telling me that like, like, he wasn't, he didn't think he'd make it too far. Uh, he still was fighting and he still believed that he was gonna, you know, he, he, he was like, "Yeah, I'm gonna fucking beat this shit." But he thought it was gonna take him eventually, you know? Even when, even if he was really old, you know?
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And, um ⁠— so, hearing him say he was owned, I was like, "We're gonna hang out with you." I was like, "Shut up, man. We, we'll see you." And, uh, and we didn't get to, because he, he passed away before the end of VidCon, at least as far as we knew. Um, yeah. Which, which sucked.
Phil: That was awful.
Wilbur: So Tommy never got to meet him, uh, which I think really upset Tommy a lot. That really, that really got to him.
Uh, I remember the day we told Tommy, 'cause we, we told Tommy after, uh, and he — I called him, and he was just on the Dream SMP, just looking for books Techno had written.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: He was just like, talking to me through the tears, uh, like, asking me questions about it and stuff. And I was just telling him everything I knew, and yeah. (responding to chat asking after Tommy) Tommy's gonna be alright.
Phil: He said that, he said that Techno, uh, left a book (Wilbur mmms in agreement) before he logged out for the last time on SMP Earth. So he was like, "Oh, I wonder if, wonder if he's done it."
Wilbur: We could — we'll have to look for the map for SMP Earth. See what that book was.
Phil: Yeah, I dunno. I, I, I would ask — yeah, he's, he's the one that like, found it or like, knew about it. I think.
Wilbur: Yeah, (Phil sniffs) I think, uh, I think for me, it was like, when I found out the news, uh, I didn't, I didn't actually cry for a while, because I'd already kind of processed the idea of him passing, 'cause I, I, I dunno when the last time you spoke to him was over VC, but I, I spoke to him at like, the beginning of June. (Wilbur sniffs)
Phil: Mmm.
Wilbur: And, uh like, before I left for America, it was like, the last day before I left, and I played TF2 with him and he basically gave me the low down of like ⁠— he was like, very clear to me that he wasn't feeling too good. And I was like, "Okay." You know, I got it. I understood. So when I had actually got the news, I, I didn't really, I, I, — it, it took me a long time to process — I just felt kind of numb? For a while?
Uh, the weirdest thing for me — what it's been for me, actually with most pe — most friends that I've lost — uh, I would like, walk around and I was just thinking, "Why is no one else caring?" You know, even — I, I was like, why, you know, "Don't they know my friend's died?" Like, "Why, why is no one else noticing?" (Phil sniffs) You know that feeling?
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And, um, and I felt that for a while, I felt that every day waking up, I would, I, you know, at the airport, you know, going to — walking around the panels and stuff, I was always like, "Why is no one — Why is no one caring?" You know, obviously, they didn't know, I can't blame them, but like, there's something weird in your head when you lose some — when you lose a friend where you're — where you wonder why the world is still turning, you know, you wonder why people are still going about their business.
And, uh, and that was, that was one of them for me. And, uh, it was really comforting for me when I saw the outpouring of love and, and, and the shock waves he left, you know, on the internet. They say, (Paraphrasing "Song for Josh" by Frank Turner) "You can measure the mark of a man on the day — and the shock waves that he leaves behind," which is a song lyric that I remember that I quite liked and I was thinking of afterwards, 'cause it's true! He was, he was a great man. And you can tell from seeing everyone's reaction to him.
Phil: Yeah. He touched so many people's lives.
Wilbur: Yeah. And, uh, yeah. Uh. (Phil sniffs)
Yeah. Uh, so in some more positive, well, not so much positive, but more bittersweet — when I was uh, when I was, um — on one of the last times I spoke to him, uh, uh, I play — I basically — he, he didn't wanna talk. (Wilbur huffs a laugh) Well, he, he did want to talk, but he didn't really have the energy for it, but I managed to catch him at a point between — 'cause he wasn't really awake very much. He was sleeping quite a lot.
Phil: Mm-hmm.
Wilbur: And in the time he was awake, he was just reading manga and, uh, watching like, Netflix. So he wasn't really too — he didn't have a lot of energy, but I caught him at like, the perfect time where he had enough energy, and, um, I basically just ran onto my PC (Wilbur huffs a laugh) and started playing, uh, started playing TF2.
And I was like, "Do you wanna play?" And he was, and he basically responded that he, he, he was in a hospital bed. He couldn't — well, he was not in a hospital bed, but he was in bed, so he couldn't, he couldn't play. So I was like, "Alright. I'm still gonna play TF2. Fuck you." So I, um, I booted it up and I shared screen and, uh, I played some of the worst Team Fortress 2 you've ever seen, by the way, chat. (Phil laughs)
I, I was, I — it was the worst TF2 gameplay you would've ever watched. I'm sure Techno was cringing. So much to the point where I was like, I was like, every time I'd make a mistake, I'd go like, "Oh. You didn't see that, did you?" And he'd just be completely silent. (Wilbur and Phil laugh) I was just like, I was just like, "God. This is punishment. Why am I punishing this man with my Team Fortress gameplay?" And, um, uh, (Wilbur sniffs) and, uh, I remember I was, I was playing with him — well, I was playing and he was watching — and, uh, at one point, uh, he was like, he was like, answering me and he like, broke into this like, manic cough, like a real deep, guttural, wheezy cough that I hadn't heard before. So I sort of said to him like, "Look, man like you can — let's, let's step back, you know. I, I'll talk at you and you type to me," you know, I was like, "You, you just — you don't have to respond." And if, if this ain't the most Technoblade shit you've ever heard, ready?
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: When, when I said this to him, "You, you type, I'll talk." He goes quiet. He clears his throat and he just goes (imitating Techno) "No. Anyway —" and he just keeps talking. (Phil and Wilbur laugh)
My man's was coughing up a storm and I said to him like, "Please. Just type to me." And he goes, "No." And just keeps talking.
Phil: So stubborn. (Phil laughs)
Wilbur: He was such — he was like — he did! And I've, I have so many stories of that, and him just going "No." (Wilbur laughs)
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And just like, you know, 'cause he was just like, he did — he refused like, you know, life had to conform around him, not the other way around, you know?
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: He wasn't gonna change how he was — if he wanted to do something, he was gonna do it! He wasn't gonna change for anything. The world had to move around Techno, you know?
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: He was the immovable object, you know? (Wilbur and Phil laugh) Which is, which is really inspiring. And it always was. (Phil sniffs)
Yeah. Do you have anything else you wanna talk about?
Phil: Not that I can think of off the top of my head.
Wilbur: Do you think I should, uh, — Hold on. I’m gonna type something to you quickly. (Wilbur vocalising briefly while he types a message to Phil and sniffs)
Yeah, it was, it was — it's, it's sad news, but like I said, the, the amount of love and outpouring from everyone has been so comforting for, uh, (Wilbur quickly types a response to Phil's DM) for me. And I'm sure everyone.
Uh, I just asked Phil if I should tell a story — the reason I didn't want to tell it is it's a little bit, it's a little bit strange, (Wilbur laughs) this story, and it's a little bit too much, uh, it's a bit, a bit too much like, about me, which doesn't feel right, but, um, I'll just say it really quickly.
Basically, I, uh, a couple weeks ago I had a dream, uh, a really w — I don't dream much, chat. I've got like ⁠— I can't see pictures in my head, so I'm not, I'm not big on dreams. I, I — dreams are one of the few places I can see things in my head, weirdly, but it's not very common, and they, they come very, uh, they come very sparingly, and, uh, I had a dream, uh, even more strange than just having a dream, was I had a dream I was playing Minecraft, which, (Wilbur and Phil laugh) which is not common, at all. When I do dream it's normally, it's normally nightmares, to be honest, it's normally like, weird shit, but this was a dream like, a nice dream.
Uh, I was playing Minecraft and, uh, and, and I was ⁠— and I joined a, a, a server. Like, a new streaming server for like, streamers and I was playing (Wilbur sniffs) and I was streaming and, uh, I was basically bullying this other streamer who'd moved in next door to me. I was like, I was like, wrecking their house, over and over again.
And, uh, halfway through Technoblade joined the server ⁠— so this is why it's weird ⁠— and I, I don't — This — I don't believe this has any symbolism. I just ⁠— it was a really comforting thing for me when it happened, 'cause I was really worried about him. This was before I knew what had happened. And um, he, he joined and I, I told him to get in VC with me and he joined VC and he was like, talking to me the way he used to and stuff.
And he was — he sounded — he was so full of energy and excitement — and uh, and I, I basically was like, I told him like, how — I, I ended up streaming in my dream for four hours. I remember it was four, four or so hours. And, um, eventually I ended stream and I was talking to him and I was like, I told him how worried I was about him.
I was like, "I can't —" I was like, "I'm, I'm so — I can't believe that you like," you know like "I was really worried that you hadn't answered my messages in ages and stuff." And he goes to me like, he basically responds, "Oh no, man. I, I —" he, he basically goes, "I'm sorry. I'm, I'm not here anymore." And he says, "But I just saw you were dreaming about Minecraft and I couldn't let you get away with that, loser." (Wilbur and Phil laugh)
And then I woke up, (Phil sniffs) I remember this really weirdly, because I don't dream often. And (Wilbur laughs) that is so fucking Technoblade if —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: — If there is, if there is some, some spiritualness behind anything, for, for that motherfucker to, to wait for me to dream about Minecraft, come in my dream, and call me a fucking loser for it. — I'm sorry, hold on. — It's so, it's so on brand of him that —
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: — Yeah. That's just a story that I, I, I, I quite liked when I — when it happened. Uh, it, it comforted me quite a lot and yeah, it's weird. It's a weird dream.
But yeah, on a, on, on an actual positive note, me and Tommy are releasing a book, uh, the quote book, soon, uh, where a hundred percent of all, uh, the profits of all the — not even profits — a hundred percent of all money —
Phil: The proceeds.
Wilbur: — We're, we're making a massive loss on this.
All of the money, every single penny, is going to the Sarcoma Foundation, uh, and the entire book's in honour of Technoblade. We, we did it for him. Uh, I'm not sure when we're releasing it yet, but it's gonna be a big thing. We're gonna promote it. You guys will see. And yeah.
It'll be a fun book. It'll be like a, it'll be like a, a novelty book. Like something you can have on your coffee table, you know, something —
Phil: Yeah. You just randomly open up onto a page and just read a single quote.
Wilbur: Yeah. And we're gonna have little illustrations for each of the quotes and stuff. (Phil and Wilbur laugh) And, um, yeah, we, we're very excited and we're excited, we're excited for you guys to see it and, and, and be able to, you know, be able to help out the Sarcoma Found — research and still, you know, and, and get like, a, a nice, a nice book from it as well.
Yeah. I think that's all I have to say, man. I don't ⁠— I, I'm getting to an emotional point now and I don't really wanna (Wilbur and Phil chuckle) — I don't really wanna be live for that.
Phil: Yeah. That's fine.
Wilbur: How about you? Do you want me to leave it that way?
Phil: Yeah, I'm good. I'm good  —
Wilbur:  How have you been?
Phil: ⁠— I'll, I'll just get upset.
Wilbur: Okay. Well, thank you, chat.
Thank you for coming and listening. I hope, I hope this could help. I hope this was, was, was comforting to hear, you know. I, I, I needed to get it off my chest. I wanted to do this yesterday, but Tommy's show was yesterday and I didn't wanna, I wa — I wasn't — I, I, I didn't really want to overdo that when we could have had Tommy here, but I think Tommy might be a bit busy anyway, so I'm sure you'll hear from him soon too. Uh —
Phil: Yeah. (Wilbur sniffs)
Wilbur: Yeah. (Phil sniffs) Thank you, guys. You — he, he really, he really loved you guys a lot. All of you. Uh, even if you hated him, if you, (Wilbur laughs) if you gave him views, he loved you. (Phil laughs)
Phil: Anything for the clout.
Wilbur: Any — No, he, he, he loved, he, he loved his audience a lot.
Phil: Yeah, he did.
Wilbur: To, to a point where he would disregard a lot of advice we had. (Wilbur sniffs) 'Cause, there's a lot of advice amongst like, YouTube and streamers to keep like, a degree of separation from your audience.
Uh, (Phil sniffs) for obvious reasons, but also to like, you know, just for like, so you can, you know, keep a healthy work-life relationship. And I feel like Technoblade already had a healthy work-life relationship. So he, he really tried to connect to his audience as much as he could 'cause he really, really loved you guys, a lot.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: And uh, and I'm sure he'd be, he'd be fucking embarrassed as shit to see all the outpouring of love for him. (Wilbur laughs) If I know Technoblade, I know he would be so embarrassed, but he'd love it. (Wilbur sniffs) From being the sort of guy who embarrassed Technoblade on the daily, I can tell you he, he would've, he would've definitely hated (Wilbur laughs) all the attention.
Phil: He'd be making jokes about how his views have quadrupled.
Wilbur: He'd be making — Yeah. He'd be say, he'd be saying, oh, he'd be saying like, (imitating Techno) "Oh, I gotta do this more often." (Phil laughs)
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: That's what he'd say.
Yeah, man. (Wilbur sniffs) I only knew him three years, but fucking hell am I thankful I did, man. There's — it's — I'm thankful so much.
Phil: Same.
Wilbur: Like, that's the takeaway from all this.
I'm so thankful for everything, uh, we got to do. For all the time I got to spend with him, uh, and I'm thankful for, for all of you guys, for, you know, coming along for the journey, which was a fucking crazy journey. It was a really good, a really good, uh, adventure.
Yeah. (reading chat) 12 million subs now? If, if he was still alive, he'd be rubbing that in Tommy's face.
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: He'd be saying, "Fuck you, Tommy. I've got more subs," (Phil and Wilbur laugh) and thank you all for coming to watch, and vibe, and sit here, and I hope, I hope this has been helpful. I think, uh, I have one request of all of you before we go away.
And um, I want you all to do your best to remember him for as long as you can. Uh, not just because it's good too, but also because we're gonna just keep making inside jokes about him, (Wilbur laughs) so —
Phil: Yep.
Wilbur: If you don't remember him, you won't be able to follow along with any of what we're fucking saying, (Wilbur and Phil laugh) uh —
Phil: We'll keep telling you to subscribe to him.
Wilbur: Yes. So that's all I want, is please remember him. And you know, maybe when one of you is a big streamer or a big YouTuber, and someone asks, "Who was your inspiration?" You could say it was Technoblade. You could say it was him and it'll be true and I'll, and I'll hear it. And I'll go — (Wilbur gives a big thumbs up and laughs)
Thank you, everyone. Uh, (reading chat) "One of us!" One of us. (Phil laughs)
Phil: Yeah.
Wilbur: Exactly. Thank you everyone for coming down and listening and, uh, I'll see you all very soon, uh, for a normal stream. One that doesn't involve as much, as much, uh, talking. (Wilbur laughs) Me just talking at you. Alright. Thank you, everyone.
I'll send you — Who should I send them to? Who's live?
Phil: Will it even let you?
Wilbur: Should I even raid? I won't raid. I won't raid. They might be a bit mean to send —
Phil: Yeah, it's a lot of these people.
Wilbur: Right. Thank you. Everyone for coming down and I'll see, I'll see you very soon. I'll, I'll go back to normal streaming soon.
Bye-bye guys.
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san/seonghwa/wooyoung
established!woosan playing with their favourite toy, seonghwa 
(this is technically mostly sanhwa bc wooyoung likes to watch but he’s very much ateez present, don’t worry)
“Wow, Sannie look! He’s already hard.” 
Seonghwa already was on his knees in front of San when Wooyoung pointed shamelessly at the growing bulge in Seonghwa’s boxers. It was the only article of clothing left to hide just how turned on he was. His thighs tightened and his hands dropped with shame as he tried to hide the obvious outline of hard cock in his underwear. 
Wooyoung was casually cross-legged on the sidelines, as if he was merely watching them play video games and waiting his turn for the controller rather than about to witness his boyfriend get head from their mutual friend and occasional plaything. Wooyoung laughed loudly at Seonghwa's efforts. He was doing a terrible job at hiding the obvious. 
“Aw, you’re right.” San peered down past Seonghwa’s blushing face and chest to gawk at the tenting folds of Seonghwa’s boxers. “Well, Hyung is just going to have to wait now, isn’t he?”
Cheeks rosy, Seonghwa nodded politely. His body slowly started to decompress as he eased into the feeling of being on display for them. 
High off the prospect of getting his dick sucked while his boyfriend watched, a sleazy smirk was glued to San’s face. His t-shirt was only partially off, tucked behind his neck lazily and still attached to him at the sleeves. Seeing as he was otherwise fully dressed, it was obvious he was only trying to show off his abs with the impractical stunt. Wooyoung liked him best when he was cocky and San wasn’t one to deny his boyfriend a worthwhile show.
“It’s okay.” Wooyoung looked equally as cocky as he comforted Seonghwa, “San’s probably hard under there too.”
“Yeah?” Seonghwa spoke in barely a whisper, eyes innocent and wide as he redirected his attention directly in front of him to the in-seam of San’s jeans. The unforgiving fabric was tighter than usual. There was a gap between his body and the waist of his baggy pants that usually wasn’t there as they lifted away from his stomach.
Mindlessly, Seonghwa licked his lips before realizing how obvious he was being.
“Someone’s eager.” Wooyoung quipped through the drawl of his horny daze.
“Whenever you’re ready.” San looked down at Seonghwa’s desperation and threaded a strong hand through his hair for encouragement. “You know how much I like it when you unwrap me all by yourself.”
Shaky hands popped open the button of San’s pants. The sound of his fly being unzipped sent butterflies loose in the depths of Seonghwa’s stomach; the otherwise inconspicuous sound of a zipper was downright filthy given the context.
Next, Seonghwa pulled down on San’s belt loops with enough force for the fabric to clear the resistance of his bulge and leave San in only a loose pair of boxers.
They shared a warm exchange as Seonghwa peered up at San with already-damp eyes, savouring the last moment as himself before he was reduced to nothing but a hole for San to use. San pushed the hair out of Seonghwa’s face, preparing him for what was about to come.
Brain foggy, Seonghwa was thinking hard to decide how he would remove the last layer, trying to ignore the background noise of fabric shifting followed by soft moans. Wooyoung never was keen on patience. 
“C’mon Hyung, you know San doesn’t like to be teased.” Wooyoung grunted out a warning, breath already wavering as he pleasured himself beneath his waistband.
“I’m pretty sure you just want to see my cock.” San wasted no time putting Wooyoung in his place, to which he simply groaned with pleasure at the insult.
San was interrupted from reveling in his boyfriend’s crudeness when he felt the chill of cold air across his cock. Seonghwa was carefully lifting the elastic waist of his boxer up and over the member before letting it pool at San’s legs.
All three of their breaths slowed down as they took in their own unique perspective on the scene. Seonghwa was face to head with San’s thick cock, veiny and already sticky at the tip for him. It wasn’t quite unfamiliar but the sight was still fresh and pleasantly shocking enough that it knocked the air right out of his lungs.
San’s ego was stroked to completion as he watched his Hyung’s reaction to his dick, breath hitching and eyes locked on to the head, leaking at the promise of Seonghwa’s soft lips soon to be wrapped around it.
Lastly, Wooyoung accompanied the sight of his boyfriend’s hard cock, inches away from a needy Seonghwa’s parted lips, with a greedy squeeze to his own aching balls, reminding himself of just how much he liked to watch.
His whiny voice impatiently cut through the tension in the room like a dull knife begging to be sharpened. “Go on. Don’t leave him waiting.” 
“Shhh, Wooyoung.” San saw Seonghwa’s eyes glaze with panic and scolded his greedy boyfriend. “I want him to think for himself.”
“But you’re dripping.” Wooyoung winced when a weighty drop of San’s precum succumbed to gravity and hit the floor. To him it was a thoughtless waste.
“Hyung knows what he’s doing.” San tsked. He glared daggers at Wooyoung. “Do you want to be blindfolded? Because I’ll do it.”
The threat was plausible and hit him where it hurt. He loved watching almost as much as he loved being in the centre of the action. Wooyoung quickly shook his head no and made a zipping motion across his lips. The thought of having to get off from sounds and smell alone was torture. He would be quiet for now.
Well, as quiet as his body would let him be as he continued pleasuring himself.
Meanwhile, hot breath against San’s dick became hotter with each shallow puff from Seonghwa’s lungs.
“Can I?” Seonghwa looked up longingly at San, waiting for permission he knew he already had. He was stalling. His heart was racing and he wasn’t sure why. 
“Of course, baby boy.” San cupped Seonghwa’s face. He softly swiped his thumb over one of his Hyung’s cheekbones, caressing the soft skin there. San couldn’t help imagining how pretty he would look with cheeks hollowed out and taking his dick, however, he kept his filthy thoughts to himself. Seonghwa needed support first. “You can set the pace, okay?”
Seonghwa nodded, happy with the compromise. San’s hand on his cheek was a gentle comfort that he didn’t want to give up quite yet. Easing into the blowjob, Seonghwa went in tongue first instead, sliding it out of his mouth and creeping the wet muscle towards San’s cock. Even though he knew it was coming, when the wetness finally came into contact with San’s cockhole, flicking at the divot, his muscles jumped into a flex and his hands dropped to his side.
Wooyoung was ecstatic. The sight of San’s full body tensing with pleasure was something he was rarely privy to a secondhand view of. It really let him drink in every individual muscle of his boyfriend’s sculpted body. All his favourite memories of skin-on-skin came flooding back, hindsight guiding his hand up and down his own shaft furiously. He wouldn’t last long like this, but needy and pathetic was his style. It suited him.
With Seonghwa’s mouth still free to express emotion, a small smile crept onto his face. Both boys were moaning, music to Seonghwa’s ears and he was the composer. However, he wouldn’t let himself get too cocky. His power trip had a clear expiration date. Not that he minded; he preferred the stress-free alternative to shot calling.
It wasn’t long before Seonghwa finished cleaning all the streaks of San’s precum. He punctuated his methodic lapping at San’s head by sloppily wrapping his tongue around the shaft to assure that he got all the hard to reach places.
“Jesus.” San whispered.
Seonghwa pulled back, leaving San’s damp cock at the mercy of the cold room and Wooyoung’s greedy sightlines. “Good?”
“Very.” San was out of breath, speaking in bursts. He wouldn’t dare beg, but he was clearly desperate. He grabbed his cock at the base and positioned it perpendicular to Seonghwa’s lips. “Need your mouth...”
De-stressed and prepped to be used, Seonghwa was satisfied knowing his fun was over. There was already a fresh bead of precum forming on San’s tip, putting Seonghwa’s previous efforts to waste. To both Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s surprise, instead of taking his mouth as promised, San pressed the creamy head against Seonghwa’s lips. Eyes locked with Seonghwa, San messily dragged thick streaks of white across the puckered lips as Wooyoung watched in awe at the sloppiness of the scene.
Finally, San centered his cock to rest in the small gap between Seonghwa’s slicked up pout. “Open up.”
Wanting to be good, Seonghwa listened. Not giving him time to adjust, each millimeter that Seonghwa opened his jaw was just an invitation for San to push himself further inside the wet hole. He slid in with ease, using his own precum as lube and taking his mouth inch by inch, only pausing when he felt Seonghwa’s throat convulse with a small choke. 
Wooyoung, dick still in hand, rolled his eyes. “I could’ve taken you like that easy.” He was clearly enamoured by the sight of tears in Seonghwa’s eyes, an unavoidable physical response to him being filled all at once. Wooyoung continued, adding insult to injury. “Warm up is for pussies.”
San ignored the rude comment from his boyfriend, more worried about Seonghwa. “You okay?” He checked in, hoping he hadn’t damaged his favourite toy.
“Mmhm.” Seonghwa moaned loudly and affirmatively around the cock, shaking it with deep vibrations. San tensed up again at the quick and unexpected feeling, only to damn near collapse when Seonghwa swallowed around him, sucking him several inches deeper into his mouth in the process.
“God, you’re so good at that.” San complimented, forgetting how positively Seonghwa reacts to praise.
His words only inspired the older boy to work even harder, bobbing his head furiously. The pace he was setting would be brutal if San dared to comply to it, and Seonghwa had no signs of slowing down in sight. Each movement of his head brought San’s dick closer to the back of his throat, tongue fighting against the speed of his slippery movements to wrap around the shaft when possible.
“Sannie, please, just fuck him.” Whiny and equally as desperate, Wooyoung had already coated himself in spit, preparing to stroke himself to compilation any minute now. He wanted the show that he was promised if he was going to risk blowing his load. “Look how badly he wants you.”
Seonghwa dragged nails over San’s hips, squeezing the flesh to co-sign what Wooyoung said. He did want San. He wanted San to fuck him stupid. Yet, San merely stood there as he got pleasured, hands on the crown of Seonghwa’s head, body frozen and too worried about Seonghwa to move. 
And that’s why Wooyoung was there.
“Hyung, look here.” Wooyoung cooed, voice dripping with theatrics. Seonghwa did as he was told, shimmery eyes glancing over as he slowed his pace on San’s cock to focus up on Wooyoung.
With this new cause now seeming far more important than Wooyoung’s pleasure, the pumps around his cock had slowed as well, intentional squeezes to show off his veins now that he had Seonghwa’s attention. Wooyoung let out a quiet laugh, probably at him. “Now there’s our good boy. So good at listening and following directions, aren’t you?” Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the praise, excess drool escaping down his chin from the gaps around San’s cock. 
San was also quiet, listening politely to Wooyoung and continuing to be pleasured from below. He was eager to hear the pitch.
“Aw, so messy. You’re even dripping through your shorts.” Wooyoung used his free hand to shamelessly point, redirecting everyone’s attention to the damp stain on Seonghwa’s boxers. “Take those off, will you? I bet you’ll feel much more comfortable.”
Whimpering sadly as San’s cock had to pop free from his lip’s grasp, Seonghwa complied, shuffling the boxers off his knees and leaving him comfortably exposed.
“Better?”
“Better.” Seonghwa croaked, his throat sore. His head was spinning, averting his attention between all three of their cocks, before finally focusing on San’s again.
“Wow…” San looked past his own dick to gawk at the newly visible one. It was bright red, sore from neglect. He nearly felt bad before remembering that Seonghwa was enjoying this. It was exactly what he signed up for.
Still, Seonghwa’s puppy dog eyes were too much for San, he folded with sympathy within seconds of the sight. “You can touch yourself if you want.”
“Really?” Seonghwa whimpered.
Whatever soft and gentle treatment San was about to pamper him with was cut off by Wooyoung’s simpler answer. “Just make sure you’ve earned it.” 
With determination, Seonghwa nodded. First, he wrapped a hand around his own cock, gasping at the contact of his palm’s soft skin. His pretty moans were quickly muffled though as he willingly suckled on the tip of San’s dick. His tongue slid over every crevice between parted lips but it was clear neither his mouth or hand would be moving until San took control.
“You idiot, don’t just stand there. You told him to set the pace and he did. Don’t disappoint us.” Wooyoung continued to redirect the scene in the direction of his ideal fantasy. “Give our good boy the face fucking he deserves.” Greedy as he was, the interruption was the final push necessary to give San the reassurance that he wouldn’t break their poor toy.
Much like before, he pushed himself inside the cavern between Seonghwa’s swollen lips, filling the hole inch by inch. However, this time, there was no resistance until he bottomed out, sharp breaths from Seonghwa’s nose puffing against his abdomen.
Their toy was finally ready to be thoroughly used.
San’s hips pulled back only to snap forward again, filling Seonghwa’s throat with his shaft and subsequently drowning him with hot precum.
Seonghwa only groaned with pleasure, giving slow strokes to his own hard cock in tandem with San’s hesitant movements.
He fucked him again. And again. And again, before deciding that Seonghwa really could take it. He would take it, regardless of his capabilities. Their Hyung was beyond determined to be used that night. Used until San was fucking him at that relentless speed he was desperately begging for. Seonghwa didn’t want time to catch his breath; he wanted San.
Wooyoung eyed the thick liquid dripping from Seonghwa’s cock as it was thrust into his creamy fist with each of San’s movements. Seonghwa’s pale body was being jerked around to his advantage, not even needing to move his wrist to fuck himself in time with San’s thrusts. Wooyoung’s voice was shaky. “See Sannie, he loves it! He’s getting close already.”
San grunted, appreciative of the description that made his imagination go wild. “Fuck, I am too.” His body ached from repeatedly slamming his cock down Seonghwa’s eager throat, the boy somehow still finding time to swallow around him on the way in and out. San threw his head back, exposing a neck full of fading purple and red. “Won’t be much longer.” 
“Oh! On his face, please?” Wooyoung begged, clearly getting close himself as well. “I want to see your load so badly. I want to see you all over that pretty face of his.”
San nodded, more than happy to oblige the request. He redirected his attention to Seonghwa, blissed out and hardly paying attention to the world around him. He needed to come back to reality first. “I’m so fucking close. God.” It took all San’s focus to give the simple task. “Cum with me, baby. You can manage that, can’t you?” It was hardly a question. The three boys had mere seconds left of pride before they’d all have to choose where they wanted to empty their loads.
Seonghwa couldn’t answer with words but his eyes, fluttering up at San with both pride of his journey and need for conclusion, said all he needed to know. Seonghwa allowed his jaw to go slack and his neck to fall limp, head only being held upright by large, gentle hands as San fucked the mouth relentlessly, hips on fire and balls tighter than ever. 
Right until they weren’t.
With a flash of white, San’s vision went blank, just enough coherence left to fulfill the request of pulling out of Seonghwa’s mouth with a whine, thick and creamy strands still connected to his lips, and blow the rest of his load all over Seonghwa’s tolerant face.
Just as he was told, Seonghwa came with him, holding himself hostage on the edge right until the first gulp of hot cum hit the back of his throat and the second ended up on his cheek. He shook his cock vigorously, making sure every last drop had been milked as San just kept finishing over and over for what felt like forever, covering Seonghwa with a trophy of his hard work.
Ironically, Wooyoung came last, cock intentionally directed up his own body as he spurted ropes of white all over his chest and stomach for no reason other than giving himself a show. While it was only seconds later than the others, he was stubborn, refusing to let himself go without that visual he wanted so badly of Seonghwa’s face, soft cheeks and puffy lips coated in streaks of his boyfriend’s hot load and stripping him of all dignity. He happily licked his own fingers clean of excess while admiring his boys, both satisfied and happy.
While it would usually be considered a waste to see San’s cum anywhere other than in one of his own holes, Wooyoung figured Seonghwa’s lips were free real-estate for a taste. Breaking the barriers of his fantasy, he crawled over and claimed Seonghwa’s mouth with a kiss, much gentler than usual for Wooyoung. Seonghwa, still not sure exactly what was going on, melted right into the feeling of cold lips notching against his own, wet and salty with yet another familiar flavour mixing in to accompany San’s taste.
Barely recovering from his pleasure, San broke out in a beaming smile when his eyes opened to two pretty boys on their knees, sloppily kissing next to his satisfied cock and sharing his taste. 
Wooyoung pulled back first, admiring the deer-in-headlights look on Seonghwa’s face. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up so we can ruin you all over again.”
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“Enjoying the view, beautiful?” X Damiano
Dream View
Y/n looked out the balcony and took in her surroundings. Right in front of their house was a long alley leading to a meadow, hidden deep in the woods. There were trees, plants and flowers everywhere and y/n thought she could never be more in love with a place.
What made it truly special is that it was hers. Hers and Damiano’s.
Their relationship had been long and rocky. To say the least.
With Damiano being an international rockstar and Y/n an achieved medic, work and stress brought them apart more often than they would have liked.
Oh how many nights could y/n think of in which she would cry herself to sleep, praying she hadn’t lost Damiano forever.
All her prayers must have been answered, because just today they had moved into their new house.
It was a large villa in the countryside. They both loved every single thing about it, especially the privacy and intimacy it offered them.
One month ago, when they had come to visit the house for the first time, both of them pointed out how large it was. Because of that single thought on their head, they brushed past it.
Once they went upstairs, the agent mentioned that there were plenty rooms for more than two people, a soft smile on his face. Damiano immediately dragged Y/n to a spare room and hugged her from behind, resting his hands on her stomach.
“Love, I think I want to spend the rest of our lives here.”
They were both grinning like love-struck teenagers when they exited the room, exploring the house once more, with a new-found interest.
The way y/n was currently prompted against the fence made it easy for Damiano to embrace her just as he did one month ago.
“Enjoying the view, beautiful?”
She hummed, her eyes lighting up at his presence.
“What are you thinking about?” He whispered in her ear, leaving countless kisses on her neck.
“You..” she purred, pleased at the contact. Damiano chuckled a little and turned her around, pushing her against the fence.
“Aren’t you always.” He said smiling, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.
“Im bored.” Y/n sighed, looking around the balcony.
A devilish grin appeared on Damiano’s face as he led her back inside.
“You know what we haven’t done yet?”
Y/n raised a quizzical eyebrow and hummed.
“Ikea. Furniture. Chaos. Let’s go babe!” He turned around, still holding her hand so she would follow him, a hand raised in the air as he gestured widely.
“Oh gods have mercy.” Y/n giggled, before she grabbed her purse and a water bottle.
***
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE Damiano! WE are NOT getting a NEON PINK glow in the dark couch!” She exaggerated each of her words, making sure all of them reached her incredibly stubborn boyfriend.
“Fuck yeah we are.” He said calmly, checking the price tag.
“I swear to fucking god, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH IT?”
“FUCK ON IT!” He screamed out so loudly, the whole store heard.
Y/n closed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips, hoping the ground would open and swallow her whole.
“Please tell me I had a hallucination and you did not scream that out.” She whispered, embarrassment creeping up her cheeks.
“You told me that honesty is key. Are you saying you were wrong?” He asked loud enough for the people around to hear, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“No fucking kisses for you, motherfucker.” She deadpanned, while brushing past a pouty, devastated, mess of a man.
***
“Y/n look!” He whispered excitedly in her ear, pointing to the baby section.
“I can see that, darling.” She answered softly, already grinning like a fool.
They made their way towards a small cradle, which was decorated with white stars and dark blue sheets.
“This one is so beautiful.” Damiano breathed out, brushing a finger along the wooden structure.
“It actually is!” Y/n responded, surprises at the creative decorations.
“Until now I think I’ve only seen clouds and princesses or bows. But not galaxies.” He commented, his gaze now fixated on the lamp above.
“So were you serious about wanting a baby?” Y/n asked reluctantly, afraid to hear his response.
“Are you kidding me? Did we really buy a fucking mansion for two people and two cats?” He faked an emotionless expression, but Y/n could tell he was amused.
“Okay, okay, I just wanted to make sure.” She blushed at the whole conversation and continued to look at the furniture.
“What would you want to call the baby?” He peeped in, magically appearing next to her.
Y/n hummed and thought of an answer, before speaking again.
“Well, If it’s a girl, I really like Calliope, we could call her Alia, and if it’s a boy, I’m kinda obsessed with Sebastian or Matteo.”
“Ew.”
Y/n frowned, confused, and turned to him.
“What?”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I have two names being repeated in my music and you don’t even bring them up. Rude.”
Y/n snorted and gave him a quick kiss.
“Oh, you baby. Of course I like Marlena and Coraline but I don’t want our child to be named after someone who keeps leaving or someone who always cries and has anxiety.” She joked, earning a dazzling laugh from Damiano.
“Fair enough. I really did like Alia though!” He commented, picking up a pair of baby shoes.
“Y/N!!!” He exclaimed, holding the little shoes in his large hands, while jumping up and down.
“THESE BARELY FIT ON MY FINGERS!!” His eyes were full of adoration and longing as he looked at them, a million possibilities speeding around through his mind.
“Can you imagine? Having a little munchkin who looks just like us and is this small?” Y/n giggled, holding one of the shoes delicately.
“Honey I think we should have children with separate people.”
Y/n was shocked at his words and pulled away instantly, insulted at his words as regret flashed over his face.
“WHAT?!” She all but screamed, already feeing a dreadful sensation in her stomach.
“Chill. I meant that we are both so hot out future child will probably anger Venus herself with their looks.” He replied wide eyed, mimicking his version of a goddess.
Y/n bursted out laughing as Damiano joined her, the couple becoming the centre of attention once more.
“We should really be more quiet.” Y/n whispered through giggles, as she pulled Damiano behind a wall.
He nodded and kissed her gently, before pulling away and continuing to look at clothing.
The couple spent hours at the shop, proud with their purchases, and returned home on the dark streets.
They were both seated on a swinging chair, y/n in Damiano’s lap, overlooking the woods.
“We’re gonna make great parents some day.” Damiano whispered, breaking the silence, as his hand wandered over her stomach.
Y/n had never felt happier, her heart filled with love and certainty, as she nodded and nuzzled further into Damiano.
Author’s note: I have baby fever part two (?) or maybe three. Anyway. I think it’s cute👏🥺😩
Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo
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darkandstormyart · 4 years
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Xicheng fic recs
(figured i might make a list of my own)
(to be expanded as i dig out more treasure/remember stuff)
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in no particular order:
Deep as the Yearning Night by FreckledStarKnight
“At first, it was pure chance. The second time was accidental. And the third time? Well, they say the third time’s the charm, after all. Lan Xichen discovers that Jiang Wanyin sings beautifully and is immediately enamored by it. His pursuit of Jiang Wanyin’s secret talent leads to a discovery and a series of events that he did not anticipate at all. Not that he’s complaining, of course. He got what he came for and more. Or, how two sect leaders get together through the song called love. CQL-verse.“
post-seclusion lxc
trying to get jc to sing
bonus lxc & jin ling feels i hadn’t considered before
cute
Always use protection by hesselives
“In which Lan Wangji attempts to hire a new bodyguard for his older brother, a well-known traveling exorcist. Jiang Wanyin doesn’t even make his carefully considered list of Top Ten Candidates, and yet here he is.
Lots of wandering in the countryside, distant yelling, and mildly inconvenient spirits.”
bodyguard au
honestly just really intersting worldbuilding
Rewrite the stars by Arashii
“Five great kingdoms have been fighting for years and when the kingdom of Yunmeng is destroyed, the Crown Prince Jiang Cheng vanishes.In Gusu, Lan Xichen makes an offer impossible for Jiang Cheng to refuse. His life or revenge? There’s only one option and Jiang Cheng swears loyalty to the man he hated the most his whole life, the Crown Prince of Gusu, Lan Xichen himself.Written for XiChengFest2020 - Day 4“
ROYALTY AU ROYALTY AU
enemies to lovers!
flashbacks! i love flashbacks so much ohmygod
No paths are bound by Arashii
“In seclusion, Lan Huan has the support of a ghost no one has seen since the massacre of Yunmeng Jiang. His feelings start changing with the often visits and conversations they share. Before Lan Huan can confess though, he ascends, leaving everything and everyone behind him.
Two hundred years later, back to the Human Realm and without powers, the Martial God Zewu-Jun has a mission to uphold. His Heavenly Calamity started. The clues are little and the support comes in the most unexpected form, the current Ghost King: Sandu Shengshou. Now they need to stick together to contain a menace that is slowly growing.“
TGCF AU TGCF AU
ghost king jiang cheng come on
doesn’t follow tgcf plot, just the setup so no spoilers
jiang cheng gets the dogs and the xichen he deserves
once upon a dream by cafedeolla
“Xicheng soulmate AU
An au where your dreams are small snippets of your soulmate’s day. They’d show small things like buying coffee, reading a book, or hanging out with people from their perspective.
The problem was that people always have expectations and Jiang Cheng knows he always falls short of them. Time and time again.“
soulmate au, but being soulmates is more a problem than a solution
misunderstandingssss all over the place
now with a squel (in progress?)
Lan Furen series by jagaimocchi
“Jiang Cheng leaves Lotus Pier before the Wen Internment Camp and before the destruction of his home. When he meets Lan Xichen on the run from the Wens after the burning of Cloud Recesses, his plan to live a peaceful life away from cultivation sects is quickly derailed. Now, free to make his own choices, he cannot find it in himself to leave the other man's side.
With love, patience and time, Jiang Cheng finds his own happiness and peace with his past.“
have you ever wanted a fic where jiang cheng peaces out from home in search for a better life, bc he’s Had Enough??? jags got you covered
adorable xicheng
good uncle-dad-figure Lan Qiren
ongoing <3
Just around the riverbend by JungleJelly
“One day.
Jiang Cheng just wanted one day of peace and quiet, away from home, away from his responsibilities, away from his idiot brother and his nutcases of a mother and father. Just a few hours alone — him and a boat and nothing else.
Clearly, that was too much to ask for.”
now with a new story in the series which is adorable too!!!
mermaid!lxc need i say more?
Bad ideas (where they lead) by JungleJelly
“Jiang Cheng is a busy man. Fortunately, he is also a huge pushover when it comes to his sister, so when she recommends that he start doing yoga, he agrees pretty easily.Featuring Lan Xichen in yoga pants, Jiang Cheng’s inability to handle a crush, and, perhaps most importantly, a big fluffy dog.“
done for 2020 MXTX MiniBang
yoga instructor Lan Xichen
Jiang Cheng is: struggling with a crush on the yoga guy from youtube & very angry about that
If there’s a price for rotten judgement by TheWanderingHeart
“All Jiang Cheng wants to do is, well... his job, really. Other than that? Keep the city safe, keep his nephew alive, keep his sanity intact (if possible).
So when his brother calls with unexpected news, he knows all of that is about to fly out of the window.
***
[Every instinct is telling him don’t ask, you don’t want to know. By this point, Nie HuaiSang has scooted closer to listen. Jiang Cheng takes a steadying breath and pulls out his antacids. “What did you do?”]”
superhero au, come on
jc just trying to do his job in peace
(he can’t)
i love it so much oh my god *sobs*
The Form of Boneless Ice by TheWanderingHeart
“Mythical beasts have long ago been driven to extinction by the gentry — hunted for sport, but more importantly for their magical cores. Since then, there remains only one creature that has never been caught. The Jiang’s retreated a long time ago. Abandoning land altogether, they sought safety where the humans could not reach.It all comes to a head though, purely by chance. (Or is it by fate that a spontaneous decision allows for them to meet? If fate were a rock!) Jiang Cheng suddenly finds his whole life balanced on the head of a pin — on the flimsy promise of a human boy. In his opinion, things cannot possibly get worse!(But then they do when the Wens decide it’s finally time to search for the elusive merpeople, and suddenly nowhere is safe.)“
there she goes again, with another beautiful xicheng story full of awwww and mythology
actually one of the first xicheng fics i read
i chose it because there were mermaids
painfully accurate takes on Jiang family dynamics
kids! lots of kids!
Let me Slytherin to Your Heart by TheWanderingHeart
“Jiang Cheng never thought he'd return to Hogwarts, but in hindsight, he probably should have known that someday he would.With his nephew about to start school, he reluctantly takes his good friend's bad parenting? career? advice and ends up tumbling head-first back into the madness that he hoped he'd left behind... and rediscovering some feelings he thought he'd left behind too.“
Harry Potter au!
just really fecking cute
lots of snakes
[I am not going to link all of Jo’s fics, though I probably could, just my 3 favourites. UOSB is there by default]
Talent Hunt Crew Finds Angry Guy Shouting On College Campus, Recruits Him For Vocal Projection Abilities by oh_fudgecakes
“Jiang Cheng, resident Angry Guy and heir to a conglomerate empire, has never been the apple of his father’s eye. Quashed under the shadow of his brilliant brother, the music prodigy Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng sees his chance to turn things around when he is recruited by the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt. One problem: he can’t sing to save his goddamn life.As he struggles to develop his nascent singing abilities, Jiang Cheng finds himself sucked into the whirlwind drama of reality TV, helped along by his adoring siblings, his irritable vocal coach Wen Qing, and strangely enough, the unfairly attractive host of the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt, Lan Xichen. Somewhere in the glare of the stage lights and an unexpected first love, Jiang Cheng stumbles upon the thing he was searching for all along: the courage to dream — and to attempt the impossible.“
done for 2019 MXTX Big Bang
uuuuuuuuuuh i might have cried maybe
heartwarming? painful at times? lots of family love?
slowburn xicheng being lovely
The Provenence of Hope series by velithya
“A chance meeting on a night hunt sets a course of events into motion that will change everything. Featuring Xicheng getting together, recovery for Lan Xichen, healing for Jiang Cheng, and always, always, hope.“
got everything. feels. hope. love. ~~healing~~
A Small Measure of Peace by Sandstone112
“With his brother in seclusion, Lan Xichen finds himself in temporary custody of his nephew with little to no expertise in the child-raising department. Uncertain and alone, Zewu-Jun is willing to do everything to be the person Yuan needs—even if it means inviting Sandu Shengshou to a playdate.“
a loooot of adorable family times with jc and lxc taking care of their nephews
good grandpa lqr!
canon but fixed and less painful
🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋if you wish to avoid scurvy:🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋
Some day I’m gonna make you mine series by locketofyourhair
xicheng getting together through the years
friends with benefits but the real benefits are the friends we made along the way
Take me over (take me tonight) by velithya
jiang cheng has a tattoo and lan xichen doesn’t stand a chance
i'd be the sweet feeling of release (mankind now dreams of) by piyo13
two bros, chilling in a cave, no feet apart because they don’t want to lose their cultivation powers what are you gonna do
haven’t read yet and shame on me, but AM GONNA:
Upon Our Silver Bridge by TheWanderingHeart obviously
““When the path ignites a soul, there's no remaining in place. The foot touches ground, but not for long.” ― Hakim Sanai
**
Lan Xichen's sorrows have caught the attention of something. Unlike the adventures and foes they have faced before, there is no obvious enemy here to defeat. If this is the same thing they thought had taken Nie Mingjue's life, then he believes it is fated for him to die as well. Nothing can stop the black fire when it wants to burn.Jiang Cheng is sure his part in this is over. Wei Wuxian is back, his grand adventure concluded, and he'd never been at the centre of it anyway. So what does it matter what happens to him in the end? Slowly, he will come to realise that there will always be a battle to fight, a story to tell, a choice to make, and there is no such thing as an end to anything.“
it was difficult to do things in 2020 and few i regret not doing more than not reading uosb yet :’(
i will tho
Emergency Help Wanted by piyo13
“EMERGENCY HELP WANTED I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a kid so I could leave early from work to pick him up from daycare, take him to doctor's appointments, and occasionally miss a day when he's sick. Long story short, I'm in too deep. I didn't think it through. Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy ages four to six, longish dark hair, likes soccer. Must also be artistic as the macaroni noodle paintings I made seem a little advanced for his age. Also, I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of husband when dropping him off. He's a prosecuting attorney who often brings his work home. Message me for further details. Serious inquiries only.“
Running Our Hands Through Embers by MarvelousMar
“If asked, Jiang Cheng would compare falling in love with Lan Xichen to a moth inevitably drawn to a flame.It burned.***In which Jiang Cheng discovers that even death can't help him escape from his trauma, so he embarks on a quest to save the people he loves, fix what he can, make the love of his life fall for him, and maybe, somewhere along the way, do a little bit of healing.”
The Beginner’s Guide to Moving On by InvincibleMel
gone from ao3, but i think there’s a link with a pdf going around
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imkylotrash · 4 years
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Glitter In The Air
Pairing: Sky x reader
Request: The reader is the girl Stella blinded and no one believes her that it was Stella not even Sky in the beginning. But in the end they end up back together. Anonymous 
A/N If you want to know where I took inspiration from, it’s Glitter in the Air by Pink 💛
Tagging: @grey-girl @bitchwhytho​ @music-of-melody​ @intoanothermind​ @artsyle​ @baueoud​ @glowingatdawn​ 
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As you enter the dining hall, you feel everyone stare at you. You don’t need to be able to see to know you’re the centre of attention. You can still see shadows so your vision hasn’t been completely lost but Stella ruined your eyes forever that day. You’d never be able to see your mom’s face again or look at the boy you loved. You inch forward getting some food before sitting down. It’s only the second day since you got back, but everyone has treated you like a complete freak for those 48 hours. No one believed Stella had done this to you, not even Sky. 
You’d spent months in the hospital waiting for him to call you or even just text you but he hadn’t. Instead you’d waited by the phone feeling lonely and pathetic. Of course, he didn’t believe you. No one did. Except he was your boyfriend when it happened and you really thought he would care. He was the only one you counted on to have your back but for some reason he took Stella’s side. 
“Hey. Is anyone sitting here?” You look up before realising it doesn’t change much for you. It’s a habit that’s been hard to shake - the need to make eye contact, inspect the face in front of you. Having been robbed of the possibility, you found it mattered even more to you now than before. 
“No, it’s fine.” You don’t recognise her voice which means she must be a first year. The only year that wouldn’t know what had happened to you. Carefully, you remove the sunglasses you’ve been wearing waiting for the person to notice. You’ve been told that your eyes look charred as if your eyes had been on fire. Suppose with Stella’s powers they had. 
“What’s your name?” the stranger asks completely ignoring your eyes. It’s weird but nice. You like not having to explain it or be called a liar when people refuse to believe your story. 
“Y/N. You?” 
“Bloom. I just started and I didn’t see anyone I knew so I figured I could sit with you.” Of course, she thought so. It’s easy sitting down next to the outcast. Tomorrow, she’ll not want to sit with you when she realises what’s happened. 
“Please. Don’t slum down.” Now that voice you’d recognise anywhere. A chill spreads down your spine just by hearing her talk. You can’t believe you have to go to school with the perpetrator just because she’s the princess of Solaria and you’re the poor girl who no one believed. 
“Stella! This is Y/N. She’s really nice.” Bloom seems outraged over Stella’s comment but it’s far from the worst Stella has said to you. 
“It’s fine, Bloom. I’m done anyway,” you smile before carefully following the wall down the hall. It’s a good thing you have a mental map of Alfea so you actually know where you’re going. You’d needed to learn it for a prank where getting away quickly had been crucial. That was when the two boys, Sky and Riven, still talked to you. 
“1, 2, 3, 4...” You’re not prepared for someone turning the corner and walking right into you. If it hadn’t been for them catching you, you would’ve fallen ass down. 
“Thank!” you exclaim finding your place on the wall again. You could go years without touching him and still recognise him immediately. Electricity cackles between your skin and his. He’s holding you so gently, you feel like crying again but you’re not going to. He had every chance to believe you and stand up for you, but he didn’t. 
“No, I’m sorry. I should watch where I’m going.” His voice brings back memories you’ve been trying to avoid. Picnic on the field with you feeding him a strawberry and then absolutely cracking up because it turned out to be the most unsexy thing ever. Him asking you to close your eyes and trust him because he had something huge planned; a trip to Earth. That was the place he picked because he knew how much you loved small villages and the countryside in England was perfect for exploring and finding tiny villages that had stayed under the radar of tourism. 
“I guess we’re both sorry then.” You don’t know what else to say because what do you say to the boy who refused to believe you when you told him how you got hurt? You wanted him to apologise and say he believed you. Instead he walks past you mumbling something about being late for class. You don’t meet him again until the specialists’ party. You hear Riven use your story as a horror story meant to scare of Bloom but if you know Sky right, she’s not even his type. That’s what sets this whole thing in motion. You’re about to leave when he corners you. His breath smells like cheap beer and punch letting you know that he hasn’t been taking it easy tonight. 
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers leaning his forehead on your shoulder. You want to push him away and tell him to never talk to you again but god, you’ve missed him. 
“Sorry for what?” you ask standing completely still. It’s been months since anyone’s touched you. The doctors tried to but you hated being touched. Ever since Stella blinded you, you’d been struggling with being touched but Sky was the exception. 
“Riven told Bloom about you and I defended Stella. But when I confronted her, she admitted to it. She admitted to blinding you and I didn’t believe you all those months ago.” You feel something wet hit your shoulder and it takes a second for you to realise that he’s crying. It’s hot, fresh tears because he didn’t believe you. 
“Why didn’t you believe me when I told you?” This is not the right time. He’s drunk and emotional. Your therapist would most definitely scold you for this because all you’re doing is ask for trouble. 
“Because I’m an idiot. I have no real reason other than I got swept away with everyone else believing Stella over you. I should’ve questioned her explanation much sooner.” It’s everything you’ve dreamed of hearing but it clings hollow when you think about the fact that he’s drunk right now. He might think differently in the light of day. 
“You’re drunk. Come find me tomorrow if you still want to apologise then.” You gently take a step to the side breaking the contact between you and Sky. After that you go straight to bed anxious for the next day. Even if he shows up, it’ll still be a lot of work for you to be able to trust him again. He broke your heart siding with Stella and you’re not sure you could go through that again. 
He finds you the next night asking you to follow him. It takes your breath away seeing his shadow but knowing you’ll never again be able to enjoy his face. You can’t believe how much Stella took from you that day and all because she was jealous. 
“I still want to apologise,” he says once you’re finally outside. The moon is so huge and bright today that you can vaguely spot it. Something that doesn’t happen often anymore. The healers did an amazing job on your eyes even though they didn’t manage to fix them entirely. 
“I never should’ve believed Stella. And I can think of a million excuse but you deserve better than that. So, I’ll just say that I’m sorry and I take full responsibilities for what happened between the two of us. I should’ve believed you and stood by you.” It’s nice for someone to finally believe you but you’re hesitant taking him back. What about next time something happens? Will he not believe you then? 
“How can I trust that?” you ask. 
“By letting me show you. I know I don’t deserve a second chance but I promise you this time I’ll be different. If you ask me to, I’ll do anything for you. I’ll climb up and bring back a piece of the moon if that’s what you want me to do.” 
“What if I want the full moon?” 
“Then I’ll bring you the full moon. I just need you to know how deeply sorry I am for ever hurting you and abandoning you when you needed me the most.” You don’t want this night to end. You’ve waited so long to hear him say this and now he’s saying everything you hoped for. 
“I would need to take it slow. I want to trust you, but...” You wish he’d touch you so that you could him there. It’s not the same just hearing his voice. 
“I get it. I wouldn’t either if the roles were reversed. But I promise I’ll spend the rest of our lives making up for this.” He’s close enough for you to feel his breath hit your skin. He’s letting you decide if you want to close the gap and in turn agree to a second chance. 
“I can’t get hurt like that again,” you whisper fighting a losing battle against the tears forming in your eyes. 
“I know, sugar.” You close the gap unable to resist any longer. Hearing his old nickname for you is what tips the boat. Some might say you’re an idiot for believing him and forgiving him but the heart wants what the heart wants. You want to give him a second chance to prove that’s matured over the past months. 
“Thank you for giving me a second chance.” As you struggle a little to catch your breath, you can’t help but think that it’ll never be better than tonight. 
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