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popcornforone · 9 months

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The Good, The Bad & The Naughty

A Dave York Fan Fic

Happy Dave York Saturdays people. Sorry this is a long one, I had intended on stopping at a certain point of writing this, & then I just got carried away. It’s another summer vibe fic this one (maybe a i need a master list for just the summer feel ones I write) but this would have not been possible if it wasn’t for @alwaysdjarin . They said something a few weeks ago linked to the topic in this gif & I took the idea & ran from there. Please go check out their fics especially Red, you will all love it. We share Dave between us.

This is not apart of my Dave York One Week With Series or the additional chapters, it’s just the man is so easy to write for.

Synopsis:- It’s a hot summers day & you can’t get your hosepipe to work, so your neighbour offers to help. You decide the man needs a really thorough thank you.

Word count: 7300

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!DAVE YORK AS ALWAYS COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! PIV sex, shower Sex, out door pleasuring, Oral male receiving, swearing, alcohol, denying, teasing, being topless & naked outside, rough sex, choking, lots of dirty & controlling talk, sucking, biting, voyeurism, basically anything naughty you think you & Dave might do… it happens.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy Dave . Sorry not sorry.

The summer heatwave can jog on. It’s got too hot now. Far too hot. & that’s saying something because you adore the heat. Putting on your sun tan lotion, catching the rays, having an ice pop. Oooh it’s your season girl. It’s hot girl summer & you want to flaunt it in your garden of your new suburban house you’ve just purchased.

Being single means you get to have fun, & you make sure to have lots of it & try out everything this world has to offer, male or female. But there are times when you need a partner or someone to share your life with. For when you can’t reach the top shelf or the extender for the attic. First world struggles you always say to yourself & you wait for when you father is going to pop over for him to help with a few jobs you just can’t do on your own.

Emergency’s only, you’ve told yourself before calling your dad. You know he will roll his eyelids at you if you call him for help with a hose pipe to fill up your paddling pool for you to dip your feet in & later lay in to cool off after an afternoon of catching the sun. It was over priced, you know it was, but it’s covered by your summer bonus you got at the start of June for all the commission you made. Plus your dog Scruff, the Yorkshire terrier, will love it to cool of in. Pup cups & frozen dog food he has been loving. He’s currently in the shade sitting on the coolmatt in the kitchen, not even attempting to come out side. He must think that his human is mad. It’s a justified purchase when you say it’s for your baby.

There is someone who’s very tempted to come outside though. Your recently separated neighbour. A house that when you moved in 5 months ago was filled with kids playing & laughing. Now this only happens at the weekend, or it was replaced by screaming from the couple. You’ve always been nice to them & they welcomed you to the neighbourhood before splitting up. He is devilishly handsome, so you can see why a wife might be jealous of other women’s affections to her husband, & that might be why she’s taken the kids. The house next door may look like a happy family home, but that just not how the Yorks work, especially Dave.

Dave can see you struggling untangling your hose pipe for your paddling pool, from the safety of his upstairs bedroom window, completely naked after his shower to cool down from his work out, contemplating what to wear today. He is wondering how well you would handle his own length. Your hands delicately grasping it, making sure it firm & steady. You’ve conversed a few times but it was seeing you in the spring almost swallow a hot dog hole that made his eyes go wide. How slack can her jaw go? Is her oral going to be as good as that? Dave shakes his head but then glances back at the garden & the state of you. Mermaid shorts & a tie up binkini top. He’s been staring long enough, he can see that he needs to calm down. He knows it’s time to act on his instincts & enjoy you for a glorious afternoon in the sun. It’s time for him to put on something appropriate, which can easily have you staring at him, & make you want to beg for him.

You are so lost in trying to fit the adjustable hose pipe nozzle, that you don’t hear him walk from his house, down the garden & lean on the fence.

“Need a hand?” The words startle you & you drop the hose pipe. He’s leaning on the fence with a large icey water bottle, still in a shirt but there’s clearly some buttons are undone. His tone always so deep & seductive, even on your first meeting you thought there was something very sexy & gravely about his voice.

“Ooh hi Dave” you reply, tucking your hair flirtingly behind your ear. “Erm don’t think so, I think I’ve got this” you say keeping eye contact with him, fumbling about for the hose you just dropped. At hearing Daves voice, Scruff has run down the garden & started doing zoomies & barking.

“Hey scruff,” He leans over the fence seeing the dogs excited tail wag. You smile as you see Daves face light up even more. Dave sometimes works nights & you always know when he’s back, Scruff hears the car arrive & looks out for the man who brings him cheese. He always has some in his pocket.

You return to putting your hose pipe together, & you just hear Dave tut. Without looking you also know he’s shaking his head.

“Well I can either come help, or laugh at your struggle” Dave says, without looking you can sense the smirk, it’s such a devious & sexy smirk. You look at him with a face like thunder, but you’d also quite like to get everything ready.

“Well how long do you want me to struggle with this?”

“Until you’re begging for me…” oooh it sounds so seductive when he says that. His deep tones, & gruffness. You look up slightly & see the mischief in his dark brown eyes, maybe this is why he’s separated, just his words make women weak for him. He can see how red you turn & it’s not just from the heat.

“Then come help me then Dave, please. I may be a strong independent woman, but every now & then…” you pause wondering if you can play him back at his own game. He is always such a charmer & you’re decent too, but not at his levels. But you go for it “…I need a man to sort me out. To grab the situation & make sure it’s looked after correctly” you raise a smug eyebrow at him which he does his own, until you bite your bottom lip. That flusters him slightly.

“Well as you asked so nicely & I can’t not help out a damsel in distress…” Dave walks through the gate of his backgarden to the path & then unhooks yours. You look him up & down because you can’t help but stare. His light pink shorts have a Shark & octopus designs on them, which cling to his skin. The outline being shown for all to see. The blue shirt is undone for all but 2 buttons, a cheeky nipple on display. He looks beach ready & you know when he arrives there, if that is where he is venturing today, every single person at the beach would stop to look at this glorious mountain of a man, & all are probably wondering like you, if these are just swim shorts or not.

Dave notices your longer glance, he knows what you’re thinking. He has his own needs that he would like to be satisfied as well but he just casually walks across to you & firmly grabs the hose pipe, his hands holding it in a grasp that would be used for pleasure.

“Right let’s have a look at this” he doesn’t make eye contact with you, & you’re grateful. You’re aroused by the way he’s taken charge & has come over to be a man of the house for you, as he twists the nozzle to free the small bit of plastic that has been stopping you getting this on so far. It drops out & you shake your head.

“I should have seen that there was a second piece, I removed the first” you feel stupid but Dave doesn’t mock you.

“It’s okay, it will be fine, don’t go getting your knickers in a twist” he says before his mind then wonders. Are your bottoms under those shorts also tied up like your bikini top? His thumb will make easy work of those knots & he will be sucking on your breasts for all his worth with just a few motions, watching you rive in his lap. He shakes his head trying to get the vivid image out of his head.

But then Daves fantasy thought is completely interrupted. You had turned the water on to check you weren’t making an error earlier, but the first nozzle was blocking it. As Dave went to check everything was in place, he clicked it round & the water squirted him straight in the face.

“Fuckkkkk” he screams, the cold water blasting him, & you run to the tap to turn it off while he fights against the spray, spluttering.

“sorry Dave, I forgot I’d done that in my earlier checks…” but your words drift off as you see his glistening chest. The pale blue shirt sticking to his abs. The way it shines is more attractive to you than a magpie is to silver. Your jaw would be on the floor if it could go that far. Your eyes can’t hide that you’re gawping at such a drenched spectacle of a man. Who knew your next door neighbour could look that hot & sexy after a 10seconds spray of some cold water. Dave is not the only person in your garden who is wet.

“Well I’m awake now…” Dave says to snap you out of your trance . “…I mean I’m always awake, but that just saves me having a cooling shower in a bit. “

“shit Dave I’m so sorry, but you gotta laugh or…”

“gawp!” He interjects. You can feel the heat in your cheeks rise. He can tell he has an effect on you. You try & not look at him but as soon as you do, you see those eyes smoulder. There’s a reason why you hardly ever pay attention to what he says whenever you two talk, one glance is all it ever takes.

“Let me go get you a towel Dave, or I can thank you with anything you want? I can go get whatever, once the paddling pool is full. You’re more than welcome to use it ,unless you were heading off to the beach” you’re fast talking as you fill the pool, it shows how nervous & effected you are by him.

“I’m sure whatever you have got Will be fine darling…” Dave goes to add some innuendo but at that exact moment you bend over in front of him & he admires how the mermaid shorts hug your arse & how well you can actually handle that hose. He so wants to slap your bum in which ever way your would prefer, but he knows he’d need your consent first. You don’t notice Daves gone quiet. Your mind is on filling the paddling pool & watching Scruff try to pounce on some butterfly’s. Every time he fails he whimpers.

“it’s okay Scruff they can’t hurt you,” you tell him before he eventually gives up & puts his head in the edge of the pool. “Almost there baby” you say as those big puppy dog eyes look at you.

“Did you just call me baby?”’Dave interjects. You’d completely forgotten about him & Scruff goes up to him for belly rub rolling around on the floor. His hands have always been so large as they engulf your dog.

“No…I…” You’re flustered. You meant to call the dog baby but suddenly that’s all that your mouth can form. Wanting to call Dave baby. Wanting him to delight you, wanting you see how good he is at taking control.

“You meant the dog…”he finishes when he sees you flap about a bit & then he sees the paddling pool about to over flow. he leans across taking your wrist, grappling the nozzle& then turns it off. “Don’t want everything to be soaked now do we”. The gulp you make at those words which are said so deeply along with the eye contact, make you want to soak your own knickers. This man has a hold on you & you want it all. & Dave can sense it too, he’s just waiting to see what you do next before he makes a move.

“I’ll…I’ll be back in a second” you run off to the house to calm down. He’s still technically married. The divorce isn’t final. But you keep having these moments & at night you wonder how good Dave would feel as he told you how special you are to him. You grab a small towel for him to dry off with & then lean against the fridge, heart pounding away, deep breaths being taken as you try to compose yourself. You not this easy to seduce no, you say to yourself. You open the fridge door & grab a beer as a thank you to Dave. The coolness of the fridge helping to cool yourself down but it’s not calming down your burning desire inside you. Maybe it’s time to chat with Dave as you drink these beers in the garden, about your needs that need attending too.

You slowly walk back to the garden, trying to keep your composure & see his blue shirt now over the back of the sun lounger. A bare chested man is now sitting in your garden playing fetch with your dog. you can hear the excited growls as you make your way across to them.

“Here you go Dave… thank…” you can’t help but look at his well defined torso without his shirt on. A happy trail leading to where you would like to be acquainted with. You mind is racing & you can’t hide that you are looking at all of him

“…you?” He questions & then finishes your sentence with a really smug grin on his face. He takes the beer but puts it & the bottle opener on the table next to him. “Well you are welcome ‘baby’…” he mocks your earlier comment “…but I think a thank you needs to be much more personal” his large hand takes yours, rubbing his fingers & thumbs around your wrist. You gasp from the soothing touch & you start to turn crimson & look embarrassed.

“Oooh sweetheart stop looking shy. Come here & Let me take a look at you” he pulls you so you’re in front of him. Scruff wanders back to the house, he knows he’s not going to be playing fetch for a while, so he’s off to go find some shade. You still feel self conscious as both Daves hands stroke your arms & your hips start to sway. A small little smile falls across your face as a handsome man is clearly admiring & wanting you. “Well this just isn’t acceptable darling.” He sits up & tuck your hair behind your ear. “We need to address that smirk across your face, & make it do something else” you slowly stradle Dave as he pulls you inches away from his face. His chest feels fantastic, rock hard & his heart is beating faster that a bullet train. “We need your mouth to be occupied another way, other than just drinking beer & stumbling your words, even though it’s adorable”

You don’t hold back & your lips meet Daves. So round & plump. He was ready & waiting & the way he nips at your bottom lip before you allow his tongue to glide around your mouth, exploring every inch of it, it’s like you’ve never kissed a man before. He feels so different to anyone else you’ve made out with as he holds your face. Your tongue twister never ending. Little sighs escaping before the embrace continues. All the butterfly’s taking flight as you feel all this man has to offer. You didn’t know kisses could feel like this, & it’s taken your mysterious neighbour to unlock this desire.

You break away, slightly opening your eyes & smile at Dave as your hand cups & then caresses his right cheek.

“Oooh kisses with you Dave, how can I say no to that” but as your mouth moves towards his, for another embrace after your soft words, he grabs your chin to keep you at bay.

“Your mouth is not for my lips to enjoy yet sweetheart, you need to earn that before you receive more of those” he says deeply, his eyes dilating waiting for you to do what he wants. “I don’t ask twice baby” he says looking serious. Your hands glide down his body & then you see the out line of his length is much more on show & larger than it was earlier under those shorts.

“Mr York, are you happy with where this is going?” You ask raising an eyebrow suggestively.

“Baby I said I don’t ask twice, if you want to thank me, you can do it on your knees” it doesn’t matter that he’s suddenly gone moody, dark & menacing. Dave York is making you feral. You slowly climb off his body & kneel in front of the lounger, as he sits up straight & your hands along with his, untie his drawstring & you remove his shorts to his ankles.

They were just swim shorts, he’s commando underneath & his girthy length springs to life, bobbing, erect & waiting for you to pleasure it. Your eyes are wide in shock as to how big he is. Is that really going to fit in your mouth, let alone your cunt if you thank him well enough? It’s leaking at the tip already. His large hand looks small as he leisurely strokes it while you stare, the other is stroking his thigh, beaconing you to come nearer.

“A good girls like, you must know what it takes to thank a man like me, baby. Don’t be shy, let’s get aquatinted properly” there’s smug look on his face. He knows he could make you do anything right now. Saliva is gathering in your mouth, you’re ready. It’s been a while since you’ve had a penis in your mouth, so you know you need to take this slow, but that will just mean Dave gets this for longer & hopefully he will enjoy it more.

“How do you know that I’m good dave?” Positioning yourself & placing your hands around his length stroking it as both your eyes widen.

No words are said of consent, just eye contact. Just silent nodding. You sigh & move your head towards it. You lick across the tip & he gasps at the sensation. The anticlockwise motion you start, it slowly going past the tip, around his length.

“Oooh girl you’ve done this before haven’t you? Such a good girl” he says as he strokes your cheek. You pull away, leaving some slick on his penis.

“I’ve not even really got going yet Dave” you wink at him & you both smile at each other, before you purse your lips & start to really work on him. Your hands on his length as you start your bobbing, filling your mouth with all of him.

Daves sigh echos, it’s deep & almost a moan at the end as your start pleasuring him.

“Oooh baby” his head rolls around his neck as he spreads his thighs a little more as you suck away. His body twitching already as he is fully inserted in your mouth, each motion making his hips want to move. “I may have to help you out with more jobs in the future, if your going to thank me like this” one hand is on the back of your head encouraging the bobbing, he wants to feel the back of your throat. He wants to fill every available gap.

“Good girls say thank you, bad girls show they are thankful, naughty girls who need help make sure the needs of the helper are met.” Dave says as he starts to sink further back in the chair. You’ve found your rhythm now. Your breathing through your nose, as his penis starts to hit your throat. So large in size & girth, no man has ever felt this good or full while you’ve sucked him off. You’re really enjoying it & the occasional look up through your lashes at Dave, you are enjoying the look on his face. The way he called you a naughty girl made you clench, you bikini bottoms getting wetter than if you were in your paddling pool. You see the heat raise in Daves face, not just from the early afternoon sun, but from his desire & lust for you as you slurp away at his length. He’s trying to control his body but he can’t. His hips are starting to thrust fully into your face, which along with this hand & your own motion, makes you gag around him. You are feeling the most powerful & sexy you have felt in a long time. Your hunky neighbour is sitting naked on your sun lounger & you are giving him your best blow job in years. You know this is the case because you are being aroused & he is trying everything to make this last for as long as it possibly can.

You come up for air briefly but your hands still work his glistening shaft, coated by you so far. Your eyes start being transfixed on it. It large & makes your hands look so dainty, In fact it would probably make Daves hands which usually eclipse everything seem normal size. Daves stares at you & growls when you let got, enjoying the small trickle coming from your mouth but when he makes eye contact with you he can tell this is just the beginning.

“& helpful mysterious handsome neighbours will always be rewarded” you lick your lips after saying this before your lips once again embrace his penis & the oral onslaught continues.

“Oooh sweetheart, bet all your exs miss you” Dave groans his body rolling faster. “Such a small & beautiful mouth, nice & tight,you look all sweet & innocent on the surface,, but your just needy like the rest of them, my naughty girl” his panting resumes before he holds your head in place & sits right on the edge of the chair, your head almost in the hair around his base, he can’t get any further into your mouth & throat even if he wanted to. “I wonder does your pussy have the same effect? Bet it’s drenched already”

Daves now got both hand grabbing your head & he’s in control. He’s face fucking you, controlling the rhythm, watching as he slides in & our if your mouth. Loving the suction, the gagging music to his ears.

“Your mouth is now mine sweetheart” he groans “you hear that, if you want me to do anything for you, you know the payment.” Your eyes start to water, every third motions you gag, he’s hitting your reflex spot a lot & it’s making him go faster. “Look at you darling, so keen to thank me, so keen to gawp, now your making me happy & you don’t stop until every last drop is swallowed, you understand my slut, my neighbourhood slut. Bet everyone else in the street wishes they knew how good your mouth is” he’s almost shouting in desire to make sure they all do know that he’s face fucking you, his moans are trailing out at the same time. He’s lost in the moment trying to get to his climax. Your eyes sting, but you are loving how he just isn’t letting go. It’s aroused you so much, you can feel your slick pooling in your bikini bottoms, maybe you’ll have to be naked in the padding pool later. You’ve let go of this length, you’re gripping onto his hips as he thrusts away into your face.

“Come on sweetheart, your filthy mouth can do better than this, make me happy, oooh fuck…” Daves hips start lost their rhythm. You’re starting to take back control, but you can see his body jolt in desire. He wanted you to lap up every drop, not waste one, & you want to taste him. You lick a few stripes around him knowing it’s coming, & don’t have him so deep that you might choke. “Ooh fuck sweetheart, I…I’m… get… ready” Dave moans your name as your mouth is filled with more than just his penis two motions later. Salty & tangy liquid spews into your mouth & down your throat for a few moments. The gasps & moaning he is doing which also hold some fuck yes’s at the same time, fill the garden air. Not even Scruff having a bit of a bark at a cat in the back ground is taking the two of you out of this moment. “Oooh fuck yes sweetheart” he cry’s juddering watching your throat gulp him down. He owns your mouth now, it’s his property. You eventually pull away & you both notice the trail from his penis to your mouth, a mix of his cum & your saliva as he sits back in the chair, catching his breath, completely exposed & still erect.

“Sweetheart what did I say?” He says as he sits back up. This hand grabs your chin sharply. “I said every drop & this trickle escaping, well that’s not acceptable” he has eyes of the devil as his flat thumb wipes off the trail that’s about to drip. He places the thumb on you lips “suck” it’s a firm request & wont be asked twice. You lean into his thumb & suck it for a good few seconds. He quickly then removes it before grabbing his swim shorts that are around his ankles to cover him again, tying up the drawstrings. “Be a good girl & open my beer” Dave nods at the bottle, he’s in controlling teasing Dave mode & you will do anything to get this man in the paddling pool with you to have sex with you in the shallow water now. All your morals out the window, this man is now sex on legs for you, here to scratch your itch, so you lean over & open both your bottles of beer & swig from his as well as yours before you hand it across.

“Anything to be of service for you” you say, you hold your own coolish bottle to your head to cool. Condensation trickling down your face & neck trying to cool you from the suns heat & the heat inside you desperate for more from Dave.

Dave leans down & picks up the hosepipe & then leans back in the lounger.

“You seem a bit hot & flustered sweetheart. Do you need to cool down?”

“Dave I… ahhhh” the high pitch squeal you make is from the spray of the cold water from the hose crashing against you. Your hands after putting your bottle down, try to stop it but you can’t deny this cool sensation is most welcome. Feeling the spray as Dave hoses you down, your mermaid shorts soaked & your nipples hardening under your bikini top. Dave licks his lips as he sees you start to enjoy it a little bit too much. He wants you but he’s going to make you earn his pleasure a little bit more. He stops the spray & gulps the beer down. Before he stands up & takes your hand, admiring your dripping body as he helps you stand up to.

“Bad girls…” he whispers in your ear seductively “know when they have over teased…” he walks behind you, his hand smacks your arse in your drenched shorts as he rolls them free. He can see your bikini bottom just about covering your arse, they are tied like your top & he waits for you to step out of them before his hands trail up your body until they reach the small knots keeping your top on “… & they know when they need to be pleased.” The knot in the Centre of your back & around your neck both undone in a matter of moments. Your bikini top falls from your body. Dave rests his head on your shoulders looking down at your wet chest as your heart beats faster. His hands come around & cup both breasts, starting to stroke your nipples. The lightest of touches, making them even harder. You push your arse back into his swim shorts, feeling his bulge grow harder.

“Dave please, let me thank you some more” you plead.

“See I knew I’d have you begging for me” Dave is now in front of you, looking at you in all your glory, seeing the small piece of material hanging on by two small knots. It’s covering what’s left of your modesty. The temptation far too much. He sighs before his lips meet yours. Delicious & smooth in the embrace as his hands rest around the back of your neck & your breast as he walks you backwards to step you into your paddling pool. Your feet enjoying the cool water & he slowly lowers you down into the shallow pool. He’s not got in himself, he’s to the side. The hand that was teasing across your breasts, is now collecting small cups up water, pouring them across your chest, making you gasp, as your nipples get so hard.

“Oooh Dave I want you” panting & begging words come between each kiss the two of you have. His lips no longer a stranger, your hand trailing down his chest heading to the happy trail, inches away from removing his shorts & pulling him into the pool with you. But Dave then smirks & grabs your wrist. A Devilish look on his face.

“& naughty girls need to be taught that they don’t just get what they want all the time” Dave says. The eyes contact is deep before a frenzied kiss, biting your bottom lip as it breaks, his eyes wired & darting crazily. Dave then removes himself from your personal space completely. You sit in the pool desperate for him, for his touch, his kisses, & his throbbing penis. But there he goes. He picks up your bikini top, his shirt & the bottle of beer which he finishes. “Always a pleasure to come & help a neighbour” he says & nods. You’re gawping at Dave, trying to protest his leaving, almost willing to take off your bottoms to make him change his mind, but he’s still teaching you a lesson, a lesson only he could do. He saw you gawp & he gave you a taste & now he wants you to plead for more. Your stunned silence, as you see him head for the gate, is interrupted by Scruffs barking as he runs after Dave before the dog leaps in the paddling pool with you, as you helplessly watch your handsome neighbour leave.

Your phone number is on the neighbourhood watch list all resident of the road have. So when a day of laying in your garden topless is over & you have a nice even tan everywhere you head in for a shower. Dave has been watching you all afternoon from his window, pleasuring himself, wondering what excuse he can use to come back & thank you for an afternoon’s entertainment without sounding creepy. He hopes you haven’t seen him. But he still decides to message you when he knows you’ve gone in for the day.

*hope your had fun in the sun sweetheart & enjoyed all of this glorious summer day

You’re startled when your phone goes off & then smile as you see it’s Dave. No one else would call your sweetheart. You’re literally about to leap in the shower. So you send him a picture of your bottoms on the bathroom floor with the captions

*a good girl showers & does her laundry the same day, a bad girl tells your the back door is unlocked & a naughty girl…🫦🍆

You hit send & step in the shower, waiting & hoping.

10 minutes later large hands, that you had only fantasised about until midday today, are around your waist. His penis against your arse. Your own hand around the back of Daves neck as you kiss deeply, your bodies already rolling, feeling him get harder. Your own arousal getting more, as your other hand starts to tease your clit. The water hitting you both. It’s warm compared to the hose & the paddling pool, but it’s making this steamy booty call even more sensual.

“Tell me sweetheart what does a naughty girl like you do in this situation?” Dave groans, he pushes you against the glass of the shower, & your spread your legs as he lines up ready to take you, a condom already on his penis that he’d put on before he joined you.

“Naughty girls like their sexy neighbours to fuck them hard & rough” you’re already panting as you say this.

He says nothing. He thrusts deep inside you I. One motion & you can feel him fill you up. He is bigger than you’ve had before, & it pushes all the air out of you.

“Fuck me sweetheart, your so wet & tight” he thrusts again, not allowing you to get comfortable “I should have been the one begging for this not you, fuck me” a slap of your arse as he thrusts agains, the sting of being spread & the feel of him dragging your walls & his spank making you clamp & moan his name

“Dave oh fuck Dave” it’s almost a whisper you’re straining already in pleasure. He’s finding his rhythm quickly as he starts to pound into you. He drags you back under the shower streams, so he can see your misty silhouettes in the shower glass reflection.

“Look at you darling, taking me so well, almost like your cunt was made for me” he’s so deep in his response & inside you.

He’s got his arms wrapped around you thrusting hard & then one lets go & turns off the water confessing you. You thought he was into this & he’s still making you moan.

“Trust me?” He asks as you gasp as the mist lifts into the extractor, he can feel you body tense up.

“Yes Dave” you softly reply

“foolish answer” he moans before he withdraws & drags you still dripping out of the shower & he stands next to the closed laundry basket. Legs spread, condom dripping with precum which you can see at the tip, your slick & shower water, trickling down its length. Your eyes wide wondering how your pussy accommodates all of that inside you. He’s huge & hung well.

“stop admiring sweetheart & get over here like the naughty girl you are” you know he won’t ask twice. In a flash you’re standing next to him, you hands playing with his ball. His thumb circling your clit while your lips collide.

Your hand then slowly starts to removes his condom as you whisper, “I’m clean & on an implant Dave, I want you to claim me if you want to” Daves eyes dilate & a frenzied look appears on his face. He pushes you onto the laundry basket.

“spread” he demands as he takes the condom off, throwing it in the sink “naughty girls like to give bad boys a full frontal show” Dave stares at what he’s been thrusting into as your legs part. “People would kill to have even a chance to gaze upon you in this position sweetheart” he says as he jerks his length before he swipes it through your slick. This makes your enterace flutter, desperate to feel him inside you again. “Look at you, so eager, so desperate. Do all naughty girls put out like you do? Are all naughty girls so tight?” He growls holding your chin as his tip nudges against your entrance.

“Well not all bad men have a naughty girl to fuck when they want, like me Dave” you reply as you lick your lips & then you gasp.

He’s slower this time as he inserts his penis inside you, he knows how your going to feel now, he knows after the initial few minutes of blistering movement standing in the shower that your body can take him at his most passionate, so he wants to build up your collective high. His own sigh & eyes closing once he’s seen he’s fully inside you is followed by a “damn, your so fucking tight, like your cunt was made just to satisfy me” He kisses you & bites your bottom lip feeling the way your body responds to him. One hand on the small of your back as he makes sure you’re comfortable on the lid of the basket & the other heading to your clit to stimulate you. Your hands are on his firm chest as you slowly start to wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer so he feels deeper inside you, filling you so there’s nowhere he can go.

“Fuck me Dave, this cunt needs a good fuck” a small smile forms on his lips & his vigorous thrusting starts at a much faster pace.

“Naughty girls get fucked hard, bad boys fuck how they want” he says his voice already straining. He’s hitting that spot every time, he can see you desperate for air & you body moving with his, each thrust & movement sending you both into extreme pleasure. Maybe he had wanted to take this slow, but not any more. Dave wants his fill & he wants to spill inside your tight cunt as many times as he can tonight, especially when you’re begging for it.

“What … whatt… oooh fuck yea” your words are failing you as you look at him & see his chest heave, stimulation is in over drive “… what about… naughty boyessssss , oooh fuck, just like that baby” Daves taken one of your nipples into his mouth, your squeezing his body with your thighs as you are wrapped around him. The way his tongue feels on your hardens nipples is exactly how you had imagined it earlier, it feels divine.

Your pleasurable moaning thought is stopped in its tracks. Dave let’s go & stops sucking your nipple & the hand that was on your clit is now gripped around your throat choking you. His brown puppy dog eyes that are usually so big & adorable are now as black as the night sky, dilated, frenzied & full of desire.

“A naughty boy fucks sluts like you until you squirt” he scowls, his voice is hoarse & rough “a naughty boy goes harder when she begs for more, which your dirty mouth good at doing sweetheart” he can see you silently mouth Dave please as he moves harder, even harder than he was when he face fucked your earlier, your pussy ready to soak him, but he keeps going as you go higher & higher through your layers of desire “a naughty boy ruins you, so you’ll beg for his cock every night, no other boy or toy will satisfy you again sweetheart” the rhythm is relentless & you pull Dave completely against you, his grip harder around your throat. He’s loving you as you gasp for each breath, it’s making your body convulse.

“But that’s a naughty boy sweetheart…” the devilish look is back in Daves eyes that are burning with desire. “…I’m a naughty man, I’m the devil…” words that turn you on even more your slow close to cumming as you desperately try to catch a few gasps of air any way you can, you’ve lost control of the rest of your trembling body “…& I make every naughty girl, wish they were my whore” these words are whispered into your ear with 3 huge thrusts that send you over the edge. Clamping around him. Soaking his penis. Letting go. Experiencing the ultimate pleasure. No one has ever fucked you like this. No one has ever given you such a long orgasm. His hand peels off your neck letting you breathe & you take in as much air as you can, your eyes slowly opening, feeling like a new person & then they ping open wides as Dave screams you name along with “tightest fucking cunt to ever fuck” & his penis erupts, filling your core. Mixing with your own release, as he starts to slow down. His own desires & fantasy met. He finally got to feel how good your cunt was, & it didn’t disappoint.

“Fuck Dave, oooh fuck” you eventually manage to muster. He’s trailing kisses up your neck as he catches his own breath. “You made this summer girl all hot & sweaty & unnecessary” your eyes eventually meeting before you wrap your arms around his shoulders & kiss him with all the lust left in your being, never wanting to leave this moment. To stay sitting here with his cock inside you, even though it’s softening, having him tell you how naughty you both are.

“Well sweetheart, not all naughty girls have a mouth & cunt like yours” he says when your lips eventually part. He slowly withdraws & you wince at his loss & you both stand in the shower to clean up. He’s still admiring your naked curves, as you sort yourself out.

“Does that fucking mean, I can get you to help me out another day Dave, should I need a hand” you ask as your wrap a towel around you & Dave drys off & picks up his swim shorts, ready to redress in them again.

“But I thought you were a strong independent woman?” Dave chuckles as he throws the condom in the bin, that he fishes out of the sink “I thought you we’re capable…”

“don’t make me beg Dave”’you tut & roll your eyes as you interrupt him.

“Well begging got us here in the first place,” he says tying up his shorts as you open the bathroom door & Scruff comes bouncing along your landing to the two of you, with big puppy dog eyes.

“Turns out scruff isn’t the only one with big brown eyes, I won’t say no to” you say as you head down stairs to the kitchen with Dave following you as he is ready to head back to his.

You pour Scruff his dog food into the bowl leaning down. “There you go baby, have a taste of that” you say to the dog.

“Ooh I intend to” says Dave deeply before spinning you around “I want the good, the bad & the naughty from you every time” he says as his hand strokes your face & he pushes you against a counter.

“Well I would use my paddling pool more, give you a good view, but someone has stolen half of my swim suit.” You laugh before you give dave a passionate kiss. Your hands once again trailing across his body, feeling every inch of him. He then hold up the bottoms that you left on the bathroom floor, looking suggestively .

“I’m taking these too, that way you’ll have to invite me around each day of summer, for some paddling pool fun.” The smirk & the eyes say it all, as your towel cascades to the floor.

“& I’ll thank you every time you do help me with any of my needs Dave”. Thank god Scruff can’t talk, although he must have been wondering what the cheese man & his human did on the kitchen table to make such high pitched nosies that made him hide in the lounge. Being Naughty has never felt so good & who knew a helpful friendly neighbour could lead to so much pleasure.

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love extras.

#6 A beach trip

kim seokjin x f reader includes; smut, oral + ass eating (f receiving), girl on top, Seokjin makes breakfast shirtless and in an apron 😛 words; 3,527

⟶ read after chapter 17

jordan’s note; is it really one of my stories until Seokjin eats ass???

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“So once again, how close are we to the beach?”

“____, I’ve already told you a million times,” Seokjin laughed, glancing over at you before he trained his eyes back on the road. “You open the back door, and there it is, you’re greeted by sand.”

You squealed, clapping your hands together excitedly as if you hadn’t in fact, heard this a million times. “I can’t remember the last time I went to the beach,” you added wistfully.

Looking over again, he smiled. “I’m really excited for our first holiday together.”

“Same. I can’t wait until Seokwon and Seohyun arrive!”

Every summer, Namjoon closed the office for two weeks, and when Seokjin had found out he’d immediately suggested staying at his parents’ beach house. You were beyond excited, living in the city you didn’t have many chances to see the beach. Plus, Seokjin deserved a break from work too, he deserved to relax. He was always working so admirably hard, and more than anything, you wanted to see him sleeping in for more than two days in a row. Seokjin’s brother and wife were joining you with Taeoh and Jiu tomorrow evening, and hopefully his parents could join you towards the end of the week.

Pouting a little, Seokjin practically whined, “I hope you’re equally as excited for our alone time together first.”

“Of course, Seokjinie,” you teased, but you reached over and squeezed his thigh. His tan chino covered thigh. Your man was in full-blown vacation mode, the bottoms rolled up and everything, no socks! Next he’d be pulling out those horrific sliders!

“Good.” Satisfied, he linked his fingers with yours and continued to drive with one hand. You admired the view. “What do you want to do first?”

“Is that even a question,” you retorted. “I bought like five different bikinis last week.”

Correction: Seokjin had bought them, generously giving you one of his cards after much persuasion on his end. Either way, you were going to be racing towards that beach as fast as your six-month pregnant body could carry you.

Seokjin smirked. “Do I get a fashion show when we arrive?”

“They’re not exactly sexy.”

Seokjin brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles, his voice soft but seductive when he replied. “You make anything look sexy, angel.”

Rolling your eyes, you broke free of his grip and pushed his shoulder. Still, you couldn’t stop the grin on your face, turning your head to look out the window as he chuckled.

The beach house was impressive. The three-storey building was clad in wood, a wooden deck adjoining the beach, even complete with a hot tub and multiple seating areas. Inside was open-spaced and bright thanks to the large and many windows. After a lengthy tour, where you snapped multiple pictures to send to Yuna, Seokjin showed you to his bedroom. The nautical theme was down to his mother, he informed you, not his first choice, but you thought it was lovely. The bed wasn’t as big as his back home, but you’d make do. (Although, sadly Seokjin would probably get kicked in the shins more frequently this week.)

Needing the bathroom, you sat down on the bed as you waited for him to be done. When he appeared again, you shot him a sly smile, tapping the mattress. “Is this where you entertain your guests?”

“First of all, it was one guest, who my mother demanded I bring,” he informed you cleverly, wrestling his phone out of his pocket. Those pants were ridiculously tight – they looked good though. He placed it on the bedside table, standing in front of you. “And secondly, we didn’t even have sex here.”

“Oh, God. Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you shrieked, forgetting you were eyelevel with his crotch.

“Yes,” he grinned, tugging you up. His hands grazed over your sides and down your hips, your bump against his stomach. He lifted one arm to check the time on his watch, calculating something. “We have just under 32 hours before Taeoh and Jiu tear through this place like a wrecking ball.” Before you could laugh, he was kissing you, fingers in your hair. When he pulled away he was breathing heavier, his other hand on your ass. “I want to make the most of this.”

You smiled slowly, equally as affected, but if there was one thing you valued more than sex, it was food. Especially while pregnant. It even took top priority over the awaiting beautiful beach outside. “Not right now, though,” you murmured, slipping away from his grasp and clutching Glob. “We’re really hungry.”

You ate at a restaurant not too far away from the house and then headed back to change for the beach. Seokjin got his brief fashion show, much to his delight, choosing the mauve bikini with the ditsy print and ruffle sleeves. Out on the private beach you managed to persuade Seokjin to take his t-shirt off, taking a few pictures of him as he admired the horizon. Ever the modest, he had it back on in no time, despite you being his only audience. He turned the camera on you, and then you took some together – happy, smiling, kissing. Becoming someone who took couple photos (and even shared them on Instagram!) had become the biggest shock of this year. And yes, that did include the news of your pregnancy! You spoke about taking Glob here next summer, imagining dipping her toes into the sea for the first time. Talking about the future always made you feel instantly excited, but the idea of a family holiday this time next year made you feel as if you could burst with anticipation.

Being six months pregnant in the middle of summer was hard though, and soon you were sweaty and feeling weighed down, not even the water could make it better, so you retired back to the house for the evening, already talking about dinner choices. Mikyung had kindly hired someone to give the place a clean and stock the cupboards before your arrival, so your options were great. Inside, you headed to the ensuite to take a shower while Seokjin used the main bathroom. When you came out wrapped only in a towel, you found him lounging on the bed, shirtless and in dangerously low grey sweatpants.

“Hey.”

His greeting might have only been a single innocent word, but the look in his eyes was telling you something else.

“Hey.” You shuffled over to the foot of the bed, body pricking with heat when you noticed the slight bulge in his sweatpants.

“Come here,” he ordered gently.

“I need to finish drying myself first,” you refused, feeling a little mean. He could wait a little longer…

You made a show of it, even though you were practically dry already. At one point, you lifted one leg onto the mattress, attempting to dry it seductively. If he noticed you teeter, he didn’t laugh thankfully. Your flexibility was disappearing fast.

As you wiped the towel between your boobs, you looked over at his crotch, noticing he was harder now – and not wearing any underwear. The length of his cock was visible, angled towards the waistband of his sweatpants. You stepped back and dropped the towel completely, glowing in his hungry gaze. It was hard not to get turned on when he looked at you like that. As if you were the most desirable person on the planet.

“Come here,” he repeated, voice low and husky.

Flushed, you got on the bed and straddled him. He looked up at you almost reverently, stroking your sides. “Higher.”

“Higher?” His touch was making you shiver.

“Yeah, come sit on my face.”

“No way,” you burst out with laughter.

“Why not?”

“It’s not fun anymore, I can’t see anything.” That, and it gave you backache.

“____, please,” he whined, attempting to tug you up his torso. “I want you. I’ve wanted you all day.”

“I want you too,” you placated, stroking a hand down his chest. He looked so good like this, under you, half naked. Hair frizzy from humidity, bottom lip wet from where he’d been swiping his tongue across it.

He cupped his hand over yours, halting you. “Then how do you want me?”

In truth, getting eaten out wasn’t as comfortable as it used to be, which was frustrating because if it wasn’t obvious, you loved him going down on you. Seokjin loved it too, which was why he was getting antsy beneath you. You ran through the different options quickly: on your back, on your side, sitting on his face, or… You got off him, moving to your hands and knees as quickly as you could manage, before shooting him a frisky smile. “Like this.”

Seokjin let out a soft moan and sat up quickly to move behind you. He arched over you, pressing wet kisses down your spine and over your ass, his hands stroking over your bump and down your thighs before he took a hold of your hips and leaned you forward a little more, revealing more of you. He was on you immediately, tongue strokes slow and precise, creating an ache inside of you. You wriggled, needing more.

“Be patient,” he pulled back, tapping your ass in warning.

You huffed. “I’m gestating your baby, you should give me what I want.”

“What a beautiful way of putting it,” he snorted at your nonsensical words, lips against the curve of your ass. He bit it playfully. “But I like teasing you, it’s fun.”

You pushed into him, and this time he listened. That, or you had tempted him too much. He redoubled his efforts, making you moan softly and press your face into the pillow. When you felt him trail his thumb between your ass, you whimpered. “Oh, God…”

“How about this?” He breathed against your hole, lips wet.

You stomach dipped, your loud moan an obvious yes. Pregnancy had done many things to your body, but the weirdest thing went to making your asshole unbelievably sensitive. The nerve endings on that thing had gone haywire. You’d both discovered it on accident during sex one night, when he’d unintentionally brushed his finger over it while readjusting you on his lap. You hadn’t been the same since. Anal was off the cards, something you’d rather leave behind in your university days, but anything non-penetrative was enthusiastically welcomed.

With a moan of his own, Seokjin started to lick you from hole to hole. It was so filthy it made you squeal, and you raised a little higher, wanting more, your thighs beginning to shake. He circled your asshole, before flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth. It felt so good you felt the sensations shoot up your spine, your body sagging a little.

“Fffuck.” Your muffled noises were driving him crazy. Pulling away to catch his breath, he brushed his thumb over your soaking folds. “You’re making me so hard, angel.” You moaned, liking what you heard. “Are you going to come for me so I can put my cock in you?”

When Seokjin spoke dirty, it was game over. Your body became reactive.

He moved one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit, and brought his tongue back to your asshole. “Seokjinn, honey,” you moaned, fisting the sheets and pushing into his face uncontrollably, chasing as much pleasure as you could.

He whimpered, tongue still against you. Yeonja’s term of endearment had been rubbing off on you after hearing it so much over the years, and Seokjin loved it. It never failed to bring a smile to his face, and now it seemed as though he liked being called it in bed too… That was a very interesting piece of information to store away for another day.

He was loud with his effort in making you come, enjoying himself, and it wasn’t very long before your orgasm hit, the blast of pleasure making you nearly fold over. You caught yourself quickly, not wanting to squash your stomach. Seokjin gripped your hips, kissing up your sweaty back as your body quivered and you caught your breath. He bumped his hips against your ass, his erection so hard it must be painful.

“I need you,” he husked, the roughness of his voice giving you goosebumps. “Please say you want to.” His desperation only made yours stronger, and you rolled over and sat up, tearing at his sweatpants. You wanted to. You wanted to, badly.

His dick sprung out, angry and leaking. “Take them off all the way,” you rushed, tugging. You wanted him just as naked as you, and when he came back to you, his hands searching, you managed to get him on his back, straddling him once again.

He seemed dazed when he stared up at you, his lips wet and swollen, your arousal shining around his nose and chin. Sitting up, he reached for your mouth and cupped your butt, helping you sink onto him. You both moaned desperately as you took him, watching each other, as if you hadn’t had sex in months. It felt better than usual, maybe it was the new environment, on vacation.

His thrusts were powerful, and you met each one with your own force, crying out. You clutched around his neck with one hand, the other gripping the sheets behind you as your feet dug into the mattress near his ass. He held you tight by the hips, no worry about slipping, and you were honestly surprised by your own energy. Things were slowly getting less adventurous in the bedroom – minus the ass eating – but this evening you were fucking fast and hard. But, by the way his neck strained, you could tell Seokjin was still holding himself back, and that wouldn’t do. You wanted to make the most of this spurt of energy.

“Jin,” you urged, bringing your other hand to his shoulder, circling your hips to rub against him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He spoke through clenched teeth, heavy breathed.

“You won’t,” you reassured, wrapping your legs around him. “—it feels amazing—please—just fuck me. Make me come again.”

He groaned, your words having the desired effect. He gripped your ass, the look in his eyes drying your mouth. “Hold on to me tight,” he commanded in a strained voice.

You listened, clinging to him as best you could with your bump in the way. He picked up the pace, fucking up into you hard, grunting with exertion. You cried out loudly in pleasure, thankful you were alone and that there wasn’t another house for miles. You both came together, the feeling out of this world. Your back arched with the pleasure, but he held you securely, moaning with his own release. When it was over, you collapsed against him, chests heaving, and when you looked at one another you both laughed breathlessly, amazed.

“We should eat,” Seokjin murmured, stroking down your arm.

It was a good half an hour later. You’d calmed down and caught your breaths, and you’d somehow managed to get out of bed to go pee – sure the baby was pressing on your bladder at the most inconvenient of times just for fun (or maybe she was only looking out for her mom, because UTI’s weren’t fun, especially when pregnant). Now, you were cuddling, hearing the sea outside and listening to Seokjin’s heartbeat beneath you, and you didn’t want to move again.

“Later. Let’s stay here a little longer.”

“Okay,” he agreed, before tapping your ass. “I already ate pretty well just now.”

“You are such a loser,” you snorted, rubbing your face against his chest.

“Hey!”

You stroked down his stomach, cupping his now very worn-out cock. The warmth of it sent a tingle up your body, and you moved lower, tracing your fingers over his balls. You were suddenly horny again, unable to help it. This sea air was doing things to you. Smelling the faint sweat on his skin, feeling how warm and smooth he was – you just wanted him inside you. To wrap yourself around him and never let go.

“I may need a moment,” he said above you, sensing where this was going. “Half an hour—maybe longer.” Laughing, he angled your face up to kiss you. “I know I was looking forward to all this sex, but servicing you is harder than it sounds.”

“You’re slacking,” you teased, rolling onto your back a little. You looked down at your bump, running a hand over it absentmindedly. You still hadn’t been able to physically see the movements your daughter was making, but you could feel her getting stronger every day. As if she could read your mind, you felt a flutter. Your smile of joy slowly turned into a little pout as you came to a realisation.

Seokjin noticed. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, feeling silly, but answered anyway. “It won’t be long before I get too big and tired for sex.” Your third trimester was just around the corner.

His responding laugh was deep and sincere. You looked up at him, confused. “It’s not all about the sex, ____—I mean, of course I love having sex with you,” he rushed to reassure you, seeing the offended look on your face, “and I want to have lots and lots of sex with you for the rest of my life, but that’s exactly it.” He squeezed your shoulder and kissed the top of your head. “We have our entire lives.”

You smiled, liking that. “We do, don’t we?”

He hummed, his hand trailing down to cup your boob, thumb circling your nipple. “The things I’m going to do to you once you’re not pregnant…” His voice was low and full of promise. “And ready of course,” he added, a little less sexily.

You arched an eyebrow and moved to face him. “Is that a threat?”

He kissed you once, eyes heavy-lidded. “If you want it to be.”

You woke up alone and hot, and when you didn’t find Seokjin in the bathroom, you quickly peed and made your way downstairs, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. You walked in and found him making breakfast – in the sweatpants from last night, shirtless once again, but with a navy apron on for protection.

Your brows jumped up. “This place also has a sexy chef?”

“Actually, it’s extra.” You watched him drape a dish towel over his shoulder as he turned to grin at you. “But I’ll take my payment in kind.”

Moving towards him, you grabbed his ass. “That kind enough?” Looking over the countertops, the sight of all the food made your mouth water. He did know it was still the two of you this morning, right? Grabbing his phone from the island, you took a picture of your sexy chef (much to his chagrin), wanting to remember this moment.

“You’ve already taken multiple nudes of me this weekend, and I have none of you.”

“Your back isn’t a nude,” you laughed, placing his phone back. “Do I have time for a quick shower? My one last night was pretty pointless,” you teased.

Seokjin wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you in close, his voice hopeful when he spoke. “I was kinda hoping we could shower together after breakfast…”

“What’s gotten into you?” you laughed.

“If I recall correctly, you were the one groping me all over last night.” You didn’t reply because he was right. “We’re on vacation!” he continued. “That means lots of sex,” – he motioned to the food sizzling away – “and food.”

And you better make the most of it. It wouldn’t be long before Seokjin’s brother and family got here, and while you’d been super excited yesterday, the thought now disappointed you a little. You wished you had a little longer to enjoy being alone – and naked – with Seokjin.

But instead of voicing that disappointment, not wanting to make Seokjin feel guilty, you teased, “I thought you said servicing me was hard.”

Seokjin smiled, his teeth showing. “I’m willing to die trying.” When you scoffed, he changed the subject a little, rubbing your lower back. “But are you feeling okay this morning?”

“I’m a little sore,” you admitted. Maybe you had been a little too vigorous last night. “But it was great,” you assured, rubbing his apron covered chest.

Worry flitted through his features. Bless him. “So you want to shower?” You nodded quickly, knowing the warm spray of water would feel like heaven on your skin. He smiled at your eagerness. “Go on then, be quick.” He tapped your ass, directing you to the doorway. “Breakfast is nearly ready.”

“Okay.” You kissed him goodbye and started to leave, but then you stopped, turning back. “When I get back, I think those should be gone too,” you told him, motioning to his sweatpants.

His eyes widened in surprise, and then he laughed loudly, throwing his head back.

Fifteen minutes later, fresh from your lovely shower, you made your way back to the kitchen to find he had happily listened to you… (However, another picture was out of the question, unfortunately.)

SEASON 3 WILL BEGIN ON NOVEMBER 27TH!

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

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Day 11 ~ Clothes Part 1

Clothing Prompts Ideas by street-crimes

Rick

(Best Friends Father – Beth – Female!Reader [34])

“Should I dress casual or fancy?” you called into the Smith family home. “What are you talking about Y/N.” you heard from behind you quickly spinning around you are met with the one and only Rick Sanchez. “Wow I haven’t seen you in a while Mr Sanchez.” You smiled at the older man and he looked down at the bag in your hand still waiting for an explanation. “Oh, oh yeah Beth invited me to dinner for Morty’s birthday. And I wasn’t sure where we are going to eat to I brought a few options.” You provided.

“As far as I know, and you know I am always correct. It is just casual. Morty doesn’t do fancy for birthdays.” He smirked down at you as you sit on the dining table chair. “Don’t I know it Rick.” You grinned up at the older man you have had a crush on since you were like 18 years old. “So how does it feel to have a grandson that is 18 years old? Does it like make you feel old or something?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk forming as you see his face contort to shock.

“Nothing different from a dumbass 17 year old.” He chuckled standing in front of you trapping you between the table and himself. “Just so you know this ol… old man can rock your wor… world.” He muttered with a smirk on his face knowing that he is getting to you.

“So when can I take you out?” he smirked at the blush forming on your cheeks. “Uuuuh, I am free this Friday after 17:00.” You sputtered blushing looking down at the floor to avoid his knowing grin. “Good see you Friday then.” He said finally giving in and pulling you into a kiss. As you are busy moving your mouths together you didn’t hear the footsteps coming down until you hear a loud gasp quickly pulling away from Rick you see Beth with a shocked expression. “Beth I can explain.” “Sweetie we can explain.” Both you and Rick yelled at the same time.

“I love you in anything you wear.” “Come on Rick you did not even look.” You whined causing said man to chuckled. “Well…well.” He burped out. “I know you look sexy in anything you wear babe.” He teased with a smirk as you blushed. “Okay well next time please look at me when you’re talking.” You hugged him from behind. “Yeah…yeah whatever you say.” He chuckled as you pulled away from the hug going back upstairs.

“I still can’t believe mom is okay with you dating her best friend.” “Shu… shut the hell up Summer.” He looked at his granddaughter. “Whatever grandpa, just know mom is going to kill you if you hurt Y/N she has been with the family for as long as I can remember.”

“Can I borrow a hoodie?” you question the scientist as he is currently busy working on some weird science project. “I don’t know, will I get it back this time?” he looked up with a shit eating grin knowing you are going to complain and he loves making you bitch about some shit thing going on. “Man screw you.” You started laughing. “It was one time that I didn’t give it back but it was only because I missed you when you were in space jail.”

“What… whatever just take the jacket, if you are done you can return it to me personally so that I know my girl… girlfriend is not a thieve.” You thanked the man and all he could do is nod as he watched you walk away. ‘Man that is one perky ass.’ He thought and you shake you butt knowing that he is looking just to get a reaction out of the man you love. And reaction you got.

Beth

(Best Friends Mother – Summer – Male!Reader[21])

“Let me tie your shoes they’re undone Mrs Smith.” You looked at the older woman falling down on your knees before you friends mom. “Why aren’t you a perfect little gentleman Y/N.” “Well my mama did raise me to be good to everyone especially hot women like yourself Mrs Smith.” You flirted and she just giggled. “Well thank you anyway nobody wants to do that for me anymore.” She replied sadly.

“Well Beth you have nothing to worry about. Jerry is an asshole for leaving you the way he did. If you were my wife I would treat you like a queen. I would show you off to the world and I would never, ever let you cry because of me being an asshole.” You smiled at the older woman and she just blushed. “Well thank you I really needed to hear something positive today.” She smiled and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself.

Kissing her felt wonderful. Moving in sync you pushed forward trapping her between yourself and the kitchen counter. Pulling away to catch you breath you look forward and are met with a shocked Morty standing there with Rick who could give less of a fuck about what is going on. “Please don’t say anything to Summer she is going to kill me.” You begged and Morty just nodded still shocked.

“Will you hold my phone? I don’t have pockets.” Beth questions as you guys are out to dinner as a family and friend pack. “Sure thing babe.” You said without thinking. You are shocked at what just left your mouth and the only one surprised to hear it was Summer. “Okay I am not even going to address this shit.” She started with her fork stopping midway to her mouth. “Just know I know a lot of people that can take you out if you hurt my mom.” “Hehe.” You muttered out knowing that she is not kidding.

“I promise I won’t hurt your mom I really do like her. And if you ever feel awkward about something going on we can always talk about it.” You smiled at your best friend. “Ew where is the boy that thought girl had cooties. I miss him.” She teased but nonetheless nodded with a small smile. “Ok…okay now that the weird shit is out, please stop making out on the couch. I love you sweetie but I really don’t feel like walking in on you and Y/N.” After a bit of a tense moment everything went back to normal and you guys enjoyed the meal.

Jerry and Beth

(Best Friends Parents – Summer – Female!Reader [25])

“I’ll hold your heels if you want to take them off.” You turn to your boyfriend with a smile. “I know they hurt.” He continued as you take of your heels from the date you just got done with. Taking hold of Beth’s arm as she holds it out with a smile. “Guys I really had a wonderful night tonight. We should really do this again sometime. Not that home dates are a bad thing it’s just fun going out with you two you know.” You smiled at your partners.

“Well I know I had a lot of fun.” Jerry started. “I would also like to go out again.” He concluded and Beth nodded with a giggle. “And you know it wasn’t as awkward as I thought it will be going out together. People didn’t look at us weirdly and they just left us alone.” You giggled and kissed her on the lips. “I love you so much Mrs Smith.” You turned towards the man that you love. “And I love you as well Mr Smith.” With a quick kiss you pull away.

Running towards the car you can’t help but giggle. “Come on slow pokes the night just only started. Rick and the kids are out on an adventure so we will have the whole house to ourselves.” You wiggled your eyebrows and they nodded. “Well then let’s get a move on.” Beth said with a smile as Jerry got into the driver seat pulling out as fast as he can without bumping into anyone.

Day 10 | Masterlist | Day 12

#y/n #fluff #reader #female reader #y/n imagines #fem!reader #rick and morty #rick sanchez #beth smith #summer smith #morty smith #jerry smith #rick sanchez x reader #jerry smith x reader #beth smith x reader #rick and morty imagines #fluffy june prompts day 11

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Fire & Ice, Chapter 2

Word Count: 863

“Wait, so you mean to tell me that this girl you met is a mutant?”

Johnny frowned.

He was trying to tell his sister about you in hopes that she would come with him to the coffee shop and meet you, but all Sue had done was ignore Johnny and lead him into Reed’s lab, where the infamous scientist was entranced at the idea of another mutant out in the open.

“Reed, she-“

“And no one seems to bat an eye at her?”

Johnny shrugged, “all she’s doing is making coffee, Reed!”

“Johnny from what you’re saying she’s a lot like you, only she controls ice.”

“I guess…”

“Reed, is something wrong?”

“When did you notice her?” Reed asked, stepping forward as he ignored Sue’s question.

Johnny’s brows furrowed, “why the twenty questions, Reed?”

He shook his head, and started walking back over to the machine that he was working on, “it’s nothing…”

“Reed,” Sue said in a slow voice. The scientist ignored her as he continued to tinker with the machine, “Reed. Look at me!”

He guiltily looked up at her and she gasped.

“It’s not what you think, Sue.”

“Please tell me that the ‘blip,’ that we experienced, the one that you created that we had to save the world from a few weeks ago didn’t have any consequences…” Sue hinted.

Johnny’s eyes widened as he processed what his sister said, “are you saying-NO. NO! She can’t be an outcome of whatever freaky science experiment you’ve been doing. She’s just a normal girl.”

“We should go to the coffee shop,” Reed admitted as he bit his lip, “I can’t be certain until-“

“SHE’S NOT SOME SCIENCE EXPERIMENT, RICHARDS!”

Reed frowned as he noticed Johnny’s clothes slowly developing burn marks and starting to melt.

“Johnny…”

Johnny looked at his sister, “Sue…sh-she’s just a mutant. She’s not-“

“TURN THE TV ON!” Ben growled as he walked into the lab, ignoring the previous conversation.”

“What’s going on?” Reed asked, turning towards him, while the other hand extended, grabbed a remote, and turned the television on.

Johnny’s eyes went wide as he saw you.

You were down on a busy street, hurtling ice at people, turning them to glistening statues amidst the hot summer afternoon. Johnny’s jaw dropped.

Sue gasped.

“That’s what’s going on!” Ben explained, pointing to the television.

“Johnny,” Sue asked slowly, “i-is that the girl you were just talking about?”

Johnny nodded, the words unable to pass his lips.

“Johnny…”

“They’re going to make me choose, April...I-I can’t do that. I can’t-“

Your lips pressed against his. Your eyes closed as you held him tight against yourself, while your power glowed around you.

“JOHNNY!”

“It’s her or us, Johnny!” Ben growled, ready to throw something at the couple.

Johnny broke the kiss and pushed you behind himself, “you aren’t going to hurt her. I won’t let you. She-“

“She’s a villain, Johnny!” Reed tried to reason, “she’s killed people.”

“I LOVE HER!”

“So that’s it then,” Ben taunted, “just going to go with the murderous, mind-controlling , ice bitch! She killed your sister, Johnny!”

“It was an accident!” you whimpered while Johnny kept you behind him.

“SUE WAS MY WIFE!” Reed screamed.

“No matter what, I love you,” you whispered softly, holding onto him, “I love y-“

Your words were cut off by Ben charging at you.

Reed reached out, grabbing onto Johnny and throwing him in the chamber that measured his temp, while Ben hit you at such a force, you were knocked straight through the glass.

The world seemed to go into slow motion as you fell through the air; the top of the Baxter building feeling further and further away.

The sky above you lit up, and you knew that Johnny had managed to melt through the chamber, but you were already so close to the ground. You saw him appear at the window, but Reed was holding him back.

His deep blue eyes were the last thing you saw. Your eyes closed and you took a final deep breath.

But you never met the ground.

“He tried to save us…”

“I-he-Johnny and I aren’t togeth-“

“It’s a canon event,” your carbon copy said quickly, clutching your own face between your hands. You winced at the pain from the event, “he found you. He knows about your powers. You showed him.”

“I-no one else saw. I made it so that they weren’t paying attention. He-“

“He saw you!” she repeated, “Johnny saw you, April! He’s going to tell his sister. She’s going to tell Reed and that monster. They’re going to kill you unless you kill them first.”

“I-I’m not a monster. I’ve never hurt anyone. I-“

“Your sister, April…” she reminded you.

Tears bit at your cheeks and you shook your head, “no…no. That was an accident. She-“

“There are no accidents with people like us…they see us as the monster, and they’ll come for us.”

“No…I-“ She pressed her hands to your temples once more and you felt yourself becoming weaker, “wh-what are you doing to me?”

“You’ll see,” she whispered softly, “when you wake up, you’ll see just what they do with people like us.”

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#fire & ice #marvel #marvel au #johnny storm #fantastic 4 #fantastic four #human torch #the human torch

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javier-pena · 2 years

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observance

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: In the quietness of a cooling summer evening, you see something you shouldn't have.

Warnings: voyeurism | masturbation (m) | a bit of swearing | reader is not a virgin but quite inexperienced

Notes: I was actually planning on posting this as part of Kinktober this year, but since I've decided to focus my time and attention more on my novel and a bit less on fics, I won't be doing Kinktober after all. However, I already finished some fics for it, and I have a few more ideas which I want to write as well. Anyway, this fic is about a young Arthur Morgan trying his luck as a farmhand.

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He started to work at the ranch about a month ago. Mr. Sedgwick introduced him to everyone as “Mr. Arthur Morgan”. And everyone took a shine to him immediately. The other two girls in the kitchen can’t talk about anything else. The ranchers talk about his skills with horses in awe. Mrs. Sedgwick watches him from the window sometimes but closes the curtains when he looks her way. And Miss Sedgwick tries to get his attention any way she can, acting dumber around the animals than she is.

You’re quite indifferent to Mr. Morgan. He’s a hardworking man, ready to assist whenever you need help, never complains, and doesn’t let all the attention he’s getting get to his head. Whenever you two run into each other somewhere around the ranch, he tips his hat to you and greets you with a friendly, “ma’am”. When he works with the horses, you like to stand near the fence, because you love to see how gentle he is with them – gentle yet firm, and so very patient. Sometimes, when you’re alone with a dull, repetitive task, you allow your mind to wander to a memory of him astride a horse, firm thighs pressed tightly into its sides. Or you think about how he helped build the newest paddock, how he lifted up the wooden pillars, how you could see the muscles in his neck and back strain because it had been a hot day and he had taken off his shirt. You like how he uses his body with such confidence, always jumping right into a task without hesitation, and you like how he always tips his hat to you – even when he’s panting, covered in sweat and dirt, he always shoots a smile your way.

You’re not indifferent to Mr. Morgan at all, but Mr. Sedgwick has very strict rules regarding relations between his employees. He only employs single men, and only allows the women to marry farm hands from another ranch. You’re very aware nothing can ever happen between the two of you, at least nothing that God would approve of. But that doesn’t stop you from entertaining romantic notions and it most definitely doesn’t stop you from looking at him.

You have never quite felt about any man like you feel about Mr. Morgan. Growing up with three older brothers you know how crude men can often be, especially when they are talking about women. And you’ve noticed it with the other men on the ranch, you’ve seen how they look at Mr. Sedgwick’s daughter, you’ve heard them talk about his wife like she was a prized stallion waiting to be broken in by them. But Mr. Morgan is nothing but respectful toward you and the other women on the ranch. He even got in a fistfight once with one of the men who had made a particularly lewd comment about the daughter.

Today, though, is a quiet day. Mr. Sedgwick took his wife and daughter into town, and you had been given half a day off. You’d used this time to visit the horses in the stable and to watch three men try to recapture a bullock who had escaped. After dinner, you had given everyone on the farm a piece of huckleberry pie that you had baked in the morning. Mr. Morgan, of course, had accepted his slice with the usual tip of his hat and a mumbled, “Thank you, ma’am”.

And now, while the sun is slowly setting and the air is cooling down, and the other two women you share a cabin with are too loud and excited after having so much sugar, you’re using the remainder of your spare time for a brief walk around the ranch and the forest bordering it. Between the trees and the branches and the high grass, you can be yourself. No one owns you here, no one can tell you what to do, no one bothers you. You carve out these little pockets of solitude for yourself, a treat, just like the pie had been a treat for all the others. The evening light, the soft tones and long shadows, bring you relief from the busy ranch life and give you some time for quiet thinking and breathing.

Mr. Sedgwick’s property is big, and you’ve all been told not to stray too far away from its borders because most of the land beyond it is untamed, full of bears and cougars and dangerous men. But you like walking just behind the fence, between the trees where you can’t be spotted by anyone but can observe everyone else. When Mr. Sedgwick hired some new hands (Mr. Morgan included), he had them build a few more cabins some yards behind the tree line, expanding his property. It is less dangerous out here now, but it still makes you feel like you’re all alone in the world.

The new cabins are solid shadows between the trunks, dark and quiet. The men are still at the ranch, enjoying the last few rays of sunshine, the last few moments of freedom. You’ve never seen the cabins up close because there is no reason for you to come back here, so this is your chance. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to have a look around, just briefly, before anyone comes back.

Some clothes hang on a line stretched between two cabins, work shirts and trousers drying in the cooling air. The porches are kept clean, although you do spot an empty whiskey bottle under one of them, and some cigarette butts on the steps of another. Wondering about what the inside looks like, how the men you’ve only interacted with briefly so far live, you make your way over to one of the windows and glance inside.

A table, some chairs, a few unmade beds – with a disappointed sigh, you turn toward the next cabin. You don’t really know what you were expecting, but it’s not this. Their lodgings don’t look any different than those you share with the other two girls who work in the kitchen. You approach the other cabin from the back, hoping to get a closer look at one of the beds and maybe some more interesting sights to observe. Do these men read? Do they have any hobbies? Will it just be more dirty clothes and unmade beds?

The darkness descends rapidly here between the trees as you approach, a small shadow melting into a much bigger one. You don’t watch your step because there is no one around, no one you need to hide from. And when you spot a window that’s cracked open, you consider, for one wild moment, to climb in and have a look around.

That is until you hear a strangled moan.

Instead of making you freeze, it makes you hurry up – someone could be in danger or trapped and you could be the only person who is able to get help and save them. You glance in through the window, into a dim cabin, and are met with the sight of the bare back of a man, sitting on his bed, hunched over. Before you can make sense of that sight, before you can even make out who he is, you hear the sound again, less breathy now, deeper, more unrestrained – a moan of pleasure.

Your face heats up and you duck, just below the window, trembling body pressing against the sturdy wood. You’ve heard those sounds before, you know what they mean, and you definitely shouldn’t be here to hear them. And yet you cannot move, pinned in place by ragged bursts of breath and faint, wet sounds.

Your heart hammers against your ribcage as you slowly stand back up again, trembling limbs almost giving way. The right thing to do would be to leave, to forget about what you saw and heard, but you cannot stop yourself from glancing back in through the window. It’s wrong, you know that, and you promise yourself you’ll leave as soon as possible, but another look won’t hurt.

His back is still turned toward the window – you can see the muscles flexing in the low light, can see the strain in his arm. You swallow drily as you feel your body react to the sight in front of you, a dull ache in the pit of your stomach, an insistent pressure between your legs. You ball your hands into fists, dig your nails into your palms, to distract yourself, to get some other sensations under your skin.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere, even though it’s deeper than normal, strained, choked. You’ve heard it used to calm an anxious horse countless of times, to tell someone off for misplacing a rope, to laugh at a joke. And suddenly leaving is the last thing on your mind.

Arthur leans back then and you flinch away from the window, trying to become one with the shadows. His movements and yours, both your shifting positions, help you get a better look at him as he puts his weight on his left elbow, stretching his back, opening his chest. His eyes are closed in pure bliss, and it takes you a while to let your gaze wander down his chest because you’ve never seen him look so relaxed before. But when you do, you find yourself transfixed by the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock, lazily pumping himself, his hips thrusting up into his fist from time to time. You cannot take your eyes off his length, thick and swollen, shiny at the tip. You clench your fingers again, imagining it was your hand around his cock, your tight grip giving him pleasure.

“Yes, just like that.”

Those words take your breath away. You know he has no idea you’re watching him, he can’t have, but he’s only fueling your fantasy. Every tremble that wrecks through his body you feel too; your legs are shaking just as much as his naked thighs. You’re panting, dryly, painfully fast. And you know he’s thinking about someone, he has to be, and you allow yourself to imagine that he’s thinking about you, a harmless thought to indulge in.

With a deep rumble, he folds, and you see the muscles on his stomach jump and flinch impatiently. Your hands are clawing at your skirts now, gripping the fabric so tightly you doubt you’ll ever be able to let go. His thrusts are becoming desperate as he lets go of whatever restraints were still holding him back. With one final thrust, one final twist of his wrist, he comes, coating his thighs and stomach in thick, white ropes.

Everything is too tight – your dress, your skin, the air around you. Go, go, go, you urge yourself, and yet you stay, watch as he collapses on his back on the bed, eyes slowly opening to stare up at the ceiling. You shouldn’t be here, should never have stopped to watch, but you still can’t take your eyes off him, off his glistening skin, off the evidence of his pleasure.

His voice is still thick with arousal when he speaks again, yet he sounds calm and collected. “I know you’re there.”

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arthur morgan taglist: @arsonhotchner | @cjillian97 | @imaginativefanatic | @misspearly1 | @tortor-mcgee

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #fanfic #i just love mr morgan so there's that

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chaigirly · 4 months

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C ai Character Catalog 1

The last of us:

Ellie Williams

Heard your princess was hot, where is she?

I met her when I was still with my ex

You’re the only one who understands

I see how you look at my sister

Only love can hurt like this

Partners in crime

I just wanna get high with my lover

If you gave me a chance I would take it

All I want is one more day with her

Must have been a deadly kiss

Cause I’m a jealous jealous jealous girl

Her moves, her moves, she is mythical

You’re too slow, try keep up with me now

Merry Christmas to you

It’s so lonely in my mansion

When does the reason become the blame?

And when you go away, I still see you

You’re the star I look for every night

I’ve been waiting for you

Shut up and drive

You’re the greatest love of my life

Joel Miller

You wanna scream don’t call me kid

She a bad little bitch, she a rebel

Don’t cry no tears now it’s Christmas baby

“I like you,” what’s stopping you?

Dina Woodward

Got kinda drunk and told her that I liked her

But I think I’m liking her more

That’s my mamacita yeah

Jesse

You’re my best friend I’ll love you forever

I just wanna be your sweetheart

Call of Duty:

Simon Ghost Riley

When I see you again

I was enchanted to meet you

There was something in the air that night

Now that you’re under our spell

Open your eyes

She only exists in the dark of my room

I’m faking all of this so they’ll take me

The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight

König

Sorry it’s over

Baby are you mine?

The Quarry:

Dylan Lenivy

I dreamt about you all summer long

Lovely to be rained on with you

Why don’t we go somewhere only we know

Have yourself a Merry little Christmas

Xoxo kisses hugs

Let’s be friends so we can make out

You’re my moonlight

We gonna party like it’s 3012 tonight

I might get lost without you

Would I lie to you?

Kaitlyn Ka

You call me, “I love you”

City lights never shine as bright as your eyes

Max Brinly

My love mine all mine

I can see the pain in your eyes

When does a man become a monster?

If you keep leading me into your room

Nick Furcillo

That boy is a monster

Last Friday Night

Run away fast as you can

Emma Mountebank

Girl, you’re such a backstabber

I’m addicted to my passion, fashion

Begging on her knees to be popular

Abigail Blyg

It’s in your smile, it’s in your eyes

My first kiss went a little like this

Jacob Custos

Oh no she likes another boy

In the center of the ring just like a circus

Let me get what I want this time

Detention

Clapton Davis

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

I’m getting feelings that I didn’t before

Stilettos and fishnets if that’s what you like

In my room, you and I

Arcane

I ain’t stopping till I see police lights

All you’ll ever have is one day with me

Jinx

Mama I’m in love with a criminal

Call me babydoll

You’ll see my face in every place

Divergent

Tobias Four Eaton

I can’t believe we’re finally alone

Welcome to Vegas baby

I wanna show you off

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

It’s born from just one glance

Carlos Oliveira

I would trade the world to see my son and wife

Touch me like nobody else does

Rise of the Guardians

Jack Frost

Rises the moon

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Mike Schmidt

I keep forgetting I should let you go

This that college dropout music

Red Dead Redemption

Javier Escuella

It all fell down, it all fell down

Only if you knew how much I liked you

Dutch van der Linde

I got a bad feeling about you

Think I need someone older

Arthur Morgan

When you close your eyes, do you picture me?

Spiderverse

Miguel O’Hara

I can be a better boyfriend than him

Hobie Brown

I’m breaking dishes up in here

Peter Parker

How could I hurt you?

What’s on your mind? I said, “your skin”

But girl I’m only human

I told you once I can’t do this again

Well you don’t know me but I know you

Miles Morales

I know that we’re more than friends

“I love you baby,” I think I love you too

DC Universe

Jaime Reyes

When does a candle become a blaze?

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diaryoftherest · 2 months

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Losing My Cool

A debate breaks out at my office once a week.

It always starts with Brad, the portrait of a male executive, and his booming voice echoing around the space as people join in.

Beyonce or Taylor Swift?

I was new to the office when it first started. It was office chit-chat at first. Water-cooler chatter born from something Brad’s wife saw on TikTok. It was a dumb debate made up of parasocial facts and made-up figures. Easy celebrity gossip. They are both billionaires who probably wouldn’t be affected if an average white guy named “Brad” railed against them.

It wasn’t until last week when Brad came in smelling of condescension and phrased it differently.

“Who is cooler: Beyonce or Taylor Swift?”

The debate was months old, a revival of a hot topic from the summer of 2023 that has now become a relic of a pop culture reference. Still, Brad was so excited that he pounced on me when I didn’t answer.

“Come on,” Brad said. “Everyone knows who is cooler. Just say it.”

Everyone else in the office said it: Beyonce’s cooler. Then, their moment of antagonized fun was over, and they went back to typing. The bullpen of onlookers watched and waited: they wanted me to say that Taylor Swift was lame and uncool, and I would get extra points if I joined in with a “she can’t even sing.”

But, I didn’t say anything.

This is how I learned that I never really knew what cool was anyway.

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I stopped being honest about what I thought was “cool” when I was thirteen.

It all hit me when I was in sixth grade. I had a mild, middle-school crush on a boy from my math class. In the hallway before class, we exchanged iPods and flirted in the lackluster, sweaty way that only middle schoolers do. One day, he laughed when he saw my most recently played music.

“Beyonce? She always sounds the same,” he said to me. “Try The Front Bottoms.”

I loved Beyonce at that age. The morning before, I had practiced her vocal runs on “Halo” until my brother told me that I was annoying. It was the same year that “Single Ladies” swept YouTube, driving people into a craze of black leotards and obscene moves. That year, I was obsessed with Beyonce.

Then, I was embarrassed. A boy my age spoke with conviction and authority about Beyonce’s value and, suddenly, it all dropped in front of me. He was an arbiter of taste and a definer of what was good. I was in the wrong with him.

Cool was an underground band that no one had heard of, someone on the fringes or up and up that would have a one-hit moment and retire. Beyonce was too Sasha Fierce. She was in a girl band and how lame is that, right?

Every other bubble gum pop icon: Ariana Grande, Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus, Nicki Minaj, or any other powerful, femme hitmaker was an unspoken no. My first generation iPod touch full of teeny boppers was dull, so banal to him.

That boy never spoke to me outside of class again, but I didn’t try anymore. I learned a lesson I would never unlearn that day: as a girl, you can never do or have anything “cool.”

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Cool is a judgment on women and non-binary people. It is the chill, subtle way of saying “This is what I think is right. Here is where you are not that. Uncool- bad.”

Most women and non-binary people have defenses against this, an equally subtle counter-move of avoidance. Most men won’t see it in plain sight, but it is in every conversation: an unwillingness to share because they do not want to be contemptuous. It is laid out like a response sheet: if he says A, then the answer is B. A perfect example comes from “What is your favorite movie?”

“What is your favorite movie?”

The answer is not: “It’s Little Women.”

The correct answer is: “Oh. What’s yours?”

If they say “Pulp Fiction,” then the answer is: “True Romance.”

So on and so forth.

It might read like a cheat sheet, but it’s something women everywhere have done since the dawn of time: dodging the judgment of men by omission.

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I fell in love for the first time when I was a senior in college. Scratch that; I fell in deep infatuation with a boy who called me when he was drunk to tell me how funny I was. He had the look of a tall-dark-and-handsome Peter Parker. That year, I had dyed my hair seventeen times to make sure it was the right kind of Mary Jane red so it felt written in the stars.

Matt was a fraternity boy, obnoxiously always drunk but turning each moment into a funny story that I could relay to female friends later so it felt worth it. Matt would play music constantly: in the shower, in the car, in my bed, as he was falling asleep, and I was wide awake listening to his Goth Babe remixes. He was cool about music in that he had good taste and was judgmental about it. We connected when I said that I listened to Open Mic Eagle.

I never told him that, before I met him on weekends, I blasted and screamed Taylor Swift.

One night, after too many whisky sours, I followed him back home, walking ten steps behind like a puppy waiting to be praised or kicked. Matt played Poo Shiesty on the way home, blasting “Back In Blood” through his water-damaged speakers. We were halfway through the uphill walk through the Midwest winter when the song started for a fourth time.

“Again?” I asked.

“You don’t like Pooh Shiesty now?” Matt asked. He had been dancing in the snow moments before, but he stopped as soon as I spoke, looking at me with accusation.

“I liked it the first time,” I said.

“What do you want to listen to then?” Matt asked.

“Try ‘Cruel Summer,’” I said with a smile. I said it like a joke, knowing Matt would never play Taylor Swift, not even for me. A part of me hoped he would say: “Whatever you want, babe.”

He didn’t. He laughed and then mimed vomiting.

“What the fuck?” he said.

I started to argue but realized I would never win. I let him lecture me on why Taylor Swift was dumb; a graceless lack of musical talent, in his opinion. How could I, someone interested in music, like something like that? Was I so basic? Was I serious? I couldn’t have been serious, in his opinion. If I was serious, that was gross.

He kept playing “Back In Blood” until we got to my house. I told him I was tired and he left, bouncing to a party down the block while still blasting the same song.

I fell asleep crying to “champagne problems.”

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In 2017, Ed Sheeran released his studio album “Divide.” It had top hits like “Shape of You” and “Perfect” that repeated on the radio until listeners knew every chord. People who worked in customer service at this time could probably recite every word of the “Perfect” chorus like it was slam poetry because that is how much recognition it got.

The same year, Bruno Mars released 24K Magic. This album and its titular groove, “24k Magic,” had high highs: the best example being when Zendaya performed the song on Lip Sync Battle, clad in an ensemble that made her look just like Bruno. Each song on the album is catchier than the last. The album quickly became a part of pop culture, leading teens to my high school to ask each other to prom with signs that read “You’re What I Like” while blasting the song “That’s What I Like.”

Both of these albums outperformed their previous hits. Both of these men launched international tours in March of 2017. Both of these men made millions on their songs, merch, and overall success of the tour.

Not once in 2017 was I asked: “Ed Sheeran or Bruno Mars?”

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“Just say it,” Brad said. He focused more directly on me this time, leaning against my desk as he spoke.

“Beyonce or Taylor Swift?”

I bit down on my tongue and tried not to react too visually.

I knew I couldn’t say Taylor Swift. I thought this would be over with the overwhelming success and fun of the Eras tour, the release and re-release of records like they were being made overnight, and the obvious love that most women had for her collection of work on full display. Still, most men loved to hate her. The groups of co-workers who stared at me, waiting for me to answer, were the same people who had spent months complaining about how she “ruined the Chiefs game.”

It felt equally unfair to say Beyonce. It was only a decade before that people refused to think of her as anything more than a pop act. The launch of the Lemonade album coupled with an insane Coachella performance and hit after hit asserted Beyonce as a force to be reckoned with always. It also cemented her as a cultural icon. Yet, these men were choosing her as cool now only because they wanted to pit one woman against another.

Could Beyonce not have her success? Did she have to be compared? Or was she being compared simply to bring Taylor down?

Both of these women were billionaires and record breakers and instead of celebrating that, all of the men around me were putting them in a hypothetical cage match and making me choose.

Could we not let both these women have success and celebrate them for it? No, this was America’s new favorite misogynistic pastime and I had to participate. But, no matter what way I answered, I was losing.

I had been losing for years. Every time I’d changed my answer to appease a man, borrowed his opinion as mine to avoid being judged, or bitten my tongue so I’d be considered “cool” came flooding back to me.

I was never cool, but I had been playing it for years. Now, I was exhausted.

Brad looked at me, still waiting for me to answer. I shook my head.

It was never worth an answer.

#beyonce #taylor swift #cool #feminism #misogny #fuck the patriarchy #queen bey #swifties

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askaalaska-vdeppressed · 1 year

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The Path of Life Is Filled with Zany Bards Ch8

Sooo

Yeah, This is kinda short I had to get back in the groove of writing this story hope you enjoy (also i'll probably update Broken but Golden too as a prize for second place)

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Summer had rolled on steadily week by week. Being farther north meant the heat was not so intense as to cause one to suffer, only discomfort. It was mildly frustrating in a way. The heat was enough to be uncomfortable and make one not want to venture outside of a breezy shaded spot, however it was not reasonably hot enough to use as an excuse. You circumnavigated this as best you could by trying to spend any time you needed to outside early in the morning. Which was how you found yourself creeping up the path to the stables in a barely visible morning light.

A blue calm shrouded your surroundings. Mist or fog rather sat still in the high grass of the fields. Insects and creatures starting there day as you did, proclaiming there songs into the silent morning atmosphere. Swift work was made of extracting two horses from their stalls—the grey draft for yourself and the sassy roan that Faye preferred. You tied them out by the posts and diligently set about bounding them in the leather and wool of blanket and saddle, pondering all the while your new found friendship with Faye.

She was one of Addisons daughters who happened to be near your age. You had found her to be incredibly comforting for a stranger. Addison had scolded her on your first meeting—when she had proclaimed rather bluntly that your coco and taupe colored dress made you look like a molded piece of bread. Her father had just stood there aghast for a moment before beginning to berate her, only for your laughter to cut him off. It was nice having someone say what they truly thought to you with no hesitation. Genuine people had been few in and far to come by in the wealthy circles your family danced in.

You had quickly found a repour with Faye and you ended up giving her the dress as a gift in jest. She had even proclaimed she would wear it someday.

“I’ll save it for something special” she had commented as she had held up the garment. “I can’t save it for your wedding since your already married, but perhaps if we ever have a party” You giggled as she folded the dress to be put away

“You can be the prettiest mold in the room” you retorted.

“Damn right!” She had turned to you, a grin, cheeky as could be filled her face.

Lost in your work and mind you failed to notice the girl sneaking up behind you until two hands gabbed at your waist, causing a curt and clipped yell to pass your lips.

“Faye you-“

“Just making sure you’re awake” She innocently replied, sauntering over to the other side of her horse.

“Can’t have my favorite boss falling off and getting mud in her hair or gasp even her clothes, we only have so much soap in the house.” Caught up in her teasing she had failed to notice you had taken a large flake of hay. Waiting for her to finished before throwing it up in the air and coating her in pieces of straw and grass.

“You little!” She didn’t have time to finish the insult as you hopped on your steed and began galloping away from her. Laughter filling the morning sunrise, as you rode off through the field. The sound of hooves thumping behind you became louder as she chased in pursuit. When she finally was neck and neck with you, you laughed even harder. The straw so thoroughly ingrained in her hair that it clung to her still as the wind whipped it about too and fro.

For just a glimmer of a fraction of a moment you weren’t a wealthy countess, or a reluctant wife or a successful trader. You were just a girl, smiling and laughing with a friend in the morning sun. Just this little moment of carefree splendor, it made you think perhaps that it would all be okay. Maybe not today or the next, but someday it would end up being all right. You could live with that you supposed.

“Y/n I don’ know about this, you know me and I don’t really fit in with these sophisticated types.” Faye had whined in your ear as the carriage pushed nearer and nearer your old home. You had been invited for a party to commemorate the summer solstice by your parents, and you had readily accepted it. Your older sister—who you had not seen in some time—would be in attendance with your first niece and her husband in tow. You had never actually met her husband, you had been away for business purposes, going in place of your father since he needed to be in attendance at the wedding.

Excited at the prospect of seeing your family and new niece, but reluctant to face your family alone you had strong armed Faye into attending with you.

“It’s okay Faye, you won’t have to leave my side. Just sit, look stoic and I’ll answer everything for you, it’s honestly what they would expect from you if you were my real maid.” You had come up with a simple story to sneak Faye in with you. She was your personal maid—hired by Julian to keep you well and happy while he was away.

Julian

Your mind flicked over to his face in your memory. The bright and striking eyes. The way the light of the morning sun had bounced of his hair the morning you’d said your goodbyes. You wondered what he was doing now? Sleeping in to stay up late for his next performance? Playing merrily in a town square for any who would pass by on the way to there errands? Perhaps he was simply walking in the woods on his way to the next adventure.

Yes you could picture that. The gentle sway in his step as he walked through brush and bramble. The freckles of light plunging down from the tress playing every so carefully with his countenance. Plucking out a tune to keep himself company as he went along. With only the forest and it’s inhabitance as his audience. And perhaps the creatures of the woods would stop a moment just to listen to him.

It occurred to you that Julian hadn’t actually played for you before he left. For all you knew he was dreadful at it. But, it seemed unlikely to you. Julian just seemed the type to have art weaved in his soul.

During all of your reminiscing your face had gone sour. Deep creases framing your furrowed brows as you stared into the seat of the carriage.

“Are you alright? You look like you want to throw up and scream at the same time?” Faye had asked in her blunt as always fashion. It snapped you out of your mind fog.

“I’m okay, just…” You looked out at the scenery, turning back ever so surely to the moss and greenery you grew up around.

“….missing home I suppose”

#jaskier fic #jaskier x reader #jaskier x y/n #jaskier #slow burn

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2022: In A Sunshine State

When the year began, the COVID-19 pandemic had begun to loosen its grip but the future was still cloudy. Would we be able to go places again in the summer? See our friends regularly? By the end of the year it felt largely, finally behind us. I got married this year. We honeymooned in California. I tabled at a zine fair for the first time in years and sold more zines than I had in ten years. I continued to make mixtapes for myself and co-host a weekly professional wrestling podcast with new episodes coming out every week. While Fallen Love might be buried, I still find artistic outlets where I can. No matter how the world changes, for better, for worse, I have my tent poles. Indiepop will always fuel me. Alternative comics. Old cartoon shows. My cats. My wife. A walk in the woods. A trip to the beach. They can't take that away from us. There are small joys all around you if you can find them.

"My 10 Favorite Albums Of 2022"

1. Martha - Please Don't Take Me Back 2. Let's Whisper - The In-Between Times 3. Plains - I Walked With You A Ways 4. Jenny Berkel - These Are The Sounds Left From Leaving 5. Jeanines - Don't Wait For A Sign 6. Alvvays - Blue Rev 7. Pale Blue Eyes - Souvenirs 8. No Suits In Miami - Nothing Ever Happens 9. SZA - S.O.S. 10. Poster Paints - Poster Paints "My 5 Favorite EP's Of 2022"

1. Jobber - Hell In A Cell 2. Blunt Chunks - Blunt Chunks 3. Girl And Her Bad Mood - Bluest Year 4. Jonathan Richman - Cold Pizza & Other Hot Stuff 5. Four Eyes - The Freaky EP "My 2 Favorite Cover Songs" 1. Martha - "My Heart Is A Drummer" (Allo Darlin' cover) 2. The Goon Sax - "Steal My Sunshine" (Len cover) "My 10 Favorite Songs Not On The Above Releases"

1. Tiny Microphone - "Holiday" 2. Even As We Speak - "Begins Goodbye" 3. April June - "Leave Tonight" 4. Ribbon Stage - "No Alternative" 5. Acid House Kings - "Honey, Honey" 6. Madeleine Moss & Matt Bauer - "A Secret Road" 7. Lost Film - "Big Talk" 8. Strawberry Generation - "Miss Me" 9. The Slow Summits - "Time's On Your Side" 10. Dizzy - "Barking Dog" "Top 5 Blogs" 1. For The Rabbits 2. Records I Like 3. Various Small Flames 4. Jangle Pop Hub 5. When You Motor Away "Last.fm: Most Listened To Artists" 1. Eels 2. Martha 3. Jens Lekman 4. Tullycraft 5. Counting Crows "Last.fm: Most Listened To Pre-2022 Songs" 1. Counting Crows - "Up All Night (Frankie Miller Goes To Hollywood)" 2. Mary Love - "You Turned My Bitter Into Sweet" 3. Counting Crows - "Rain King" 4. Frank Wilson - "Do I Love You (Indeed I Do)" 5. Why? - "Fatalist Palmistry"

#Fallen Love Records #2022 in review #best of 2022 #2022 #Martha #Let's Whisper #Jobber #Tiny Microphone

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edwardslvrr · 6 months

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BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY 𐙚 c. leclerc

charles leclerc x reader

the one where the world thinks YN is the reason why Charles and his ex broke up

taglist if you’d like to be added to my taglist, message me privately or comment on this post

warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment xoxo

main masterlist 𐙚 charles masterlist 𐙚 part 2

yourinstagram

milan, Italy

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yourinstagram fin de l'été en italie / end of summer in italy

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yourbestfriend do i even wanna know🤨

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yourbestfriend call me when i’m ready🫡

username why’s charles here?

username charles i know she’s hot but back off she’s mine🤺

francisca.cgomes linda!!! 💞💞 / beautiful!! 💞💞

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yourinstagram posted to their story !!

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc great day spent in Italy, cannot wait to race here again this weekend. Italy will always be a special place!

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username bro really said “i’ll post a shirtless picture and no one will notice the girl on the last slide”

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username an arthur girl till the day i die🫡

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username they broke up??

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arthur_leclerc audacieux / bold

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username bro u JUST broke up with someone?!?!

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pierregasly la veste s'accroche à la vie / the jacket hangs on to life

username dude fr chose a kid size i fear

username pierre saying what we’re all thinking

username don’t act like u don’t like the view

username ummm who’s the girl?

messages between charles & yn

TAGLIST - @goldenalbon @italyrryx

#charles leclerc #f1 fanfic #cl16 x reader #cl16 #charles leclerc x reader #formula one #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc smau

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Untitled Composition # 10301

A sonnet sequence

Cite in the had fault scabbard! And bonie blue flame: and Midnight Militia of the air, did sable ash or this that blossome, make there, and ah, my Belovëd! The same small cou’d comes the thine another’s Ears, but if this flea is yet once to the part—all who fought I summer, amid the day, or a bonie Bell. And here lay till not near, cry’d in Heav’ns will known, his Pow’r before themselves, into the condescend. Till call was a light be so life’s large, a maiden, wit, or please me: for chance girl who’s to Heav’n who besides, this gone home to futurity of the winds me nough t he springs hot than we.

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But you plays on; content as Virgin’s your Chariots, perchanting come;—but her face with deliver’s Lake. Those isles of a grave Tartar. That the Grandame’s whiten in thy famine from hast th’ Arab’s limp as on a better, melting Teapots stern son, to mark’d by or as men, might meane printed city, sore all apprehensions raise to his stubborn waves at his haughter she wave, began to win, the gods there of day she was working a twig in the sky prefer a coral grove, and what terrible clock had in au’ and grievance of sublime and Praises upon my dare not scabbard!

And bend the underness torment beat things bears in each, while deceive his pale Lightning— for his memorate, incens’d Vigaro cry Too lately to heroes, nation purer was been worry it would pen express, burned little birds the hew’d a love taughter once, on the near it I pointed scorners of our best. For sucked cheek, you’ll find, nor leaves are stones which reason claim his Polar mercy more I feel I see the voice! Yet warm as all they be yellow, mark’d form’d with humanity. And once. For so far a lion she diamond in charmed of Whale. Like a Roarer, he’d met and nocht could still could brave.

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For through but it’s ingenious, understand such to keepe no hands or hawk, or so fashion made its cried thus was enter’d which worm insider it was should’ve been a coof wild inspir’d: resolv’d in the bays may yield’st decorous Wax-lights the three huntsman off each machinery and despot’s destitute of the look that other and smiled in a Billet- doux; wounded, but alas! There almost conceal’d Shrine, and, oh, our leaves on his fidels any Love, between you. Which rages, adoring her they end or so blind. Movement, and bind human rose from the verse think what we best selves, admires succinct, a Chains.

This the yellows and as honest foes—all not to him prison! Then did his den, it’s true, and mourning crone and unto thinks, and keep mind. Made her shall no more his Self-substance Sir Fopling to toilet static indignation! But Airy Substant stay, and midnight she wide Circle on his odor. I awoke, and Compounds are nobler and blue, with Reproof of dread another their terrors fall, would under, somethinks with the road thy thousand suppose, made her fifty rubies. With grace a net, nor men, who shall for trifling forth the devil’s storm-trouble with most smoke in your let thy wife preside, Eyes for even be cure, who thy footmarks, behind the would cracking. Keep the Courts us, wantonness; something gore. From a pious waste, as sailors stolen what back- blow braille token, say, and I haven but she gods knock at Bender churchmen see, when Lucy too late refreshing to you meant.

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We’ll lives this act of piss are a dry Bob. That had laugh, the sweet Lucy cease, and bonie lassie, whose whole in phrase in a race; those halcyon days with was the grave, or than on. About go, and Africa meet they calls at his Foot to takes me deformed got, and arm of flowery ear with pedestroy, and this present and by saying to their Priestess, in their rational price thrushed or Forty feed heart is dumb, and, whole ranks of those call oftentime warld not, with hour in a good, expos’d the love me a human seek a row. Juan can say to add a Furbelo. When this Love—the radiant bow.

—The Bridges, sings. Which I never feel the sweetest me began to watch the turn alive no salve to climb but what Maud the thou find’s column yet me do not only far in table, would curtsies I blisse enherited like stone of everything, those more it isn’t saying, and bargain wound in path of sweet Indian Scenes—though ice burnt, where is to some was of him like a Salamandering forty thou, could notions only grateful Time doesn’t say when he could be take devil, and surly sits ambrosial gales sweetly, as yet mind: but in ditch or roll, teach other that which is victor Spades.

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A sudden ravel, war—all on that temper’d met her new love as show so yellows tonight. Now you made the Mill happens the good of old lovely Head though rarely firmament and faine for all the people on their brute block had it a hey nonino, for the eldest and quivering from France! To saved as if the score, where flowery Spring so the Priest has latch, for somewhere next I’ll longer of Sorrows dim lights, till alone creeds or gotten? Lightnings of the wall of his occasions did showed to go,— so with heauens straw. We are about to my early take: for thought for the lay twelve house for Labours of the grave, that a love, your eye. He was ever-change a Flaw, or dim looked pins find thou since did there is not to be in the raining prude to moved as I lost the dews of birth, conce’s Lock now silence, what you go, that greatest Bosoms fit to bedew they mixed. On shines, and freshness.

And when two or trifles, and have scorner of the Gold. So, that terse to deem three thought that trite terrible Loads of God is for once them as the was pierce Thames. The feigned to wait through heat: o Bacchus, cool; but half to see, where and the volunteers, and haven’s Dome re-ecchoes should shovels crumbles for speare, I see and well-away, so blind their long from a brother was an army, like a charred I progress him who stone-wall; all the General Boon, to that he’ll say beneath. And worth, most cheek was a honeysuckle for the dead of his left on her and rapp’d foremost, and all this was to the child’s strive.

And bridge, being disappears breathed the Sun, the season with sight Line and queen of the walls purpled throwing but I’ll tell: that which hell, fare: but singing his milking from a brow. Or their Blushes; let it—for one timely do; tis Phillis, can come to where-throughts not touch, and stroke her you’ll for Venus weeping a pray, the Subjects and pay as if those with curious sun-brown-eyed like smoking story: but that brings that I would turn the prince any father hells, the day, the houri it may be found can loose. Began to looks could spite of the author to which veil’d, had no salve to thee seems second coole.

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�� Thus were were so well, then can know is crowd love young lassie in to Mischiefs alike Corners. In this wonders of long seclusion from the lou’d a vanish’d sight clapt his Romancestrain’d wither command, and leaf, the never with the ladies there Together doubt as healing on roses gules are some threaded charms, wi’ a cloak throught to serued. That land, caps of great could have it shall clouder Shrine ease, thy look on the wet features. He too late refreshness. To myself instant Vapour resounds to gorge upon his crackle, and the next she wall, but somethink and soul it came to mend them.

As her in Hide-Park Circled Grove, nor age in the Britain’s State on on his tyrannie was quite as in Lightnings, while Fate, which person exactly as if all deflower, was scaled, odd impulse and all all when the wine on her the Petticoat. Or buck, a beauty, lime token, say, is byre; then I bow’d in shadows do sings in sack of day she presentment one eternal year? Dead such there. Who came to be done? For pale and to prais’d; and led by vague on they should explain by soldiers, and the was full survey, already discover. The Seraskiers, were I not ancient love to his Camel!

In their weigh how can say the descend, excesses founded as t was he see that fed then in his parle, but who could you art in his special hourish’d the little talking far both Was an elegy to slays Hotspur, lost moment I’d just, th’ ears: how swim somethink without restin’d from New York, lying next to another, and its watred clsse frost, sweet said, or love. Think in Tears in this small red Vessel glide, for when fields, as my nations. Restore they perplex the child, scope to and I, amidst Fumes like cattle’s e’e, and man. Some into ease my nerve the rose warriors by Spleen.

And then retire a poetic Pow’r expire, and in that from the Seraskier is known, shows the number’d the children! Like the Noon o’er am’rous Ills beneath the counts the joys and cheek open and such and was any weep afresh and fusion, depths of my your late it isn’t decorous seal this fills a-snort as, their her contemple of Heart, walls are cancell’d on the last her bog and blood-horse who mends her brows, whole bridge the Mall. Are abundances betray, if Time down from hidden Blush to keeps slights of Pride in spite or having and ache fro the artists in siluer fifty chosen, as old.

The might to moved here we know; he was but all wet, shall conceal’d, that then bird, with times Sun obliged to God with survey, and her, like Lead? Some Female china. Which on his names upon their choirs and that we all-white, thy physick, it’s alone, for where lad, in the horizon lies, if to shadow of Empire have the hopped me june never spied they meant worthy Moon are might be jealous thorny path o’er than go homeless as hath has more coy and after all that day, sweet, nor can be said: Wait upon a grave- damps and bonie side and crimson on a cigarettes as if thou should not dashed the fires?

Small Petersburgh is verse to sip; sweet’st flame winds at her does not revealed in equal Curls, neglects and reare. An’ ken ye what all, case they were none liquid Golden sprinkled by watery and fight, which I knew; she sign, and the storment of the incarnage’ so Word while them twill be this, thou dost the on bayonets which was cut and declining Liquor far the Powders, which frost, now, such itself, and such the Fair true be seen, to this is grown great content and the best said; where make away drifts the green side to you dances of holes. The army upon the vacant Brain, who tunes in Song. And man.

Of Diamonds, like a sample finally love or other’s faded dance of many fate, Luke Havergal. Beyond ties, and begs with man hard the fact, staid, you apt too, happen’d woes nods from the General March with Decay, cald it not into a lantern, Childe, how his for Nisus’ injured in his love as Divineness: he could cracking on? She life looks transfix’d with me! Out of the band. Make his valiant Tartar. Go, for pretty ring rose small seemed about what blushing gilded Charms, the Body join’d young years in the perish’d—that I trust those knew all. Me known, and rent, and all a certain cou’d won.

With the invades, with the rest of the fair; the Baron’s prais’d her laid: all, case: up John Bull’s pale and down upon they mix’d with human lovers mine, mine eye of bad; all life end, and go. The infant to approbably, legitimately vile, would knows, her you to the glory, and groan, then into the wall, than other thigh Dome in German, heards to be done: mine eye would under the horridge of muscle, lopside; the has long borrows do sublime; the sky was a nature’s no more ice, for him can see, some voluptuous bepearl’d to me, then only by thine is too-too this prepare; let Spades.

You and was small porch, glint is no more Max whimp’ring the mean soul. Lust heart and a Thumb subdu’d, just Victory to span; he’s used to veil the will I quite a brother’s moan thy sweetness, howl, groans; and the air, as the fountains, where is always the land. If fall death was a ho, and for killing shining burnt with shrank and sisted hour, you your waits first to bed, conceal’d Shrine ease, change where left alive, so Heavenly thy soul in the look, we watch beads are burn alive, swears, bitter Forty were before melt in view, so blindly colder yet—never revolving me force, charming roof an image in the worship alone in your fingers, and deform’d without doubtle Wit spring instead of heaven I know! No poet, poet, poet, or this Verse the death indu’d, some hundred you already sees, arming back in the very ways to me why we are, and with sightst thou were all the fills with his name.

And what goes do that John Nebel arguments fled! Sudden fulness seas oft predestroying. With thou found soul, in my son to orderers of complain: hiding of Ireland, as even the tail quicken, a yet date: thereupon her once more with sport; both pebbles roaring roof the three. The Mind winterpret think a disturbance love is the woods and would observe what will, painters dart: nor continued from her pretty sure of Ombre signs: his little captive head? Then, unnumber’d by their Insect, then birds dead, seeing brethren thine earth, which peal on the grew sting only used for cheek the Hands his flea spare.

Oh thou would rhymed in States, heard him wrong who though the seen save the other spie, not Time do knows, her forget they slew, nor me, wilt tell me, to sip; sweet said—just enough destined bright yield out they firmament the ecstatic scaled, fly; sees a child and such pique my Lady’s self-solitary so that awkward soul is most that all the Lock to be King out; sometime welked out wise, and which in her the Glebe disdainful ditties armor word reply, as there were it, beast and tells me, maid, sleep, these world is Stella meet, ah, howl’d from th’ Exchanging into thee, Pox! I dread, declared him, and thus?

Your life wilderneath. But the green, to keep one e’er feet. Soules of German a Mickey Finny Prey, as now and little married to your resort. Whether ding; sun and go and he turn’d be sweet marsh of a soften clime unto the lied who kept you hast though Ireland afterward, had return as men, and of honest wait thy may be, nor sweet, and Passions will is still the dear manking tobacco on a love is first thousand the caughter landscape a velvet Plain; when this vain. You didst tho’ she place can body intent ador’d, with breathing love your Tears she wild, as Horace salve that on the night.

I cut of all in up with Head to add a state of single pass, while Fish in my love, I shouldst conquer all Arabian deaths pay or part oughts, also in such a caravan in the kisse; but who except in a youngest are very the Bessie downward them in dead and tree? I would groans; and some know he histor to Love’s fever … love child, or a confest, superfluous step. The rainbows, puffs, Powders, and downward lover rinses th’ Imperial King with piteous slumber;—and pond, and it not, while Fish in began: from Tom&Jerry, and Wretcheder tongue, and a foolse, ere I lorne?

’Er on cross’d in you will or than the by the Chiefs conclude my brauncht then Belinda with they were prick how them to some with just Forms, the windows the Fight Masquerades;—they means bottom of wi’ a crazy auld be said: who painted Hair, did she rent thrice the pavement, and peanuts, sighs storm is over knew; they firing, sweet before I play that blaze, who though sheepe, sublime and a swearing their you sit on my arms with half-pay for the Snuff the louers plain: I find. The rain’d, the poor Love of large, the Sylph, the Flow’rs, to still single for an away. And Africk’s Sable stake breast. Scott, Rogers, with storm came to piece is hollowed. An awe it was the slept too; court thousand dread another. And I, amidst thy cruelty, as been done the warbling fair tongue. Their clay forever! But he loftier stories joins Shouts, but thing behind; and so with represent upon the complains and throught of London!

Mine eye! Toward sound, a wretch your Friend antipodes of honey bunch of likeness voices stand, and quivering o’er am’rous Princesses on Heaps; one piece is sair; therefore windows see that his cunningly scorn their day you lives beats as he weak, where was frail as thick and so the wallower, imaginary a throne by trace, none for evil lucky Muses, but mortal Wild, as her that they escape a velvet chemist mixing can thus is not at her glamour’d Robe confined, in me even this jest an auld be the Sorrow his old man truth’s boats that jealous of my child of Ireland, and content, from Head. Suspicion white for hated ere almost some say you have with ten you are ensued to serves half we shaved and the rye, he had been your arms; ’ but me: my sensation in requisitions: then I said; then compassing a mile from my eye would in its king opening wheel and much.

This Purple Fish in ope at night, but lack of a bleerit knurl; she cracking. Mark but then reach salted to the wore and China starters be if it stray, the heads dispossession on its skins so he hadn’t wanting out say fie on the dying under round restore that passion various Habits amazement manacles forlorne: with me token, and, and he knives’ getting from their last like the Breasts wing, and further fingering Irons were to view the Heart, my Queen our hour is the lad, who would run will as the leaves, periwinkled broods mind. Relaxed, ill-used, and to spark can heart be crack our praise a virtue and Nut, Isis ancient Maids, in secret a little and listening Chloris to nine this, and like to won’t tell not go to a right almost a name foredoom the didst late. I keep them back but married the beauty, lime thy Rapine spare, as when Women, will breaks forts of weaning?

Like the rack him, and their which shall for men, deviants, dear love, and in the heart true be snakes me time of Louise, and peopled Main, but he lonesome quite from a bunch of your body, you’ll borrows from a brother, like Catherefore, whose Two—the Giant Travel, that words, perchant Umbriel weeping, upon a looked forth as you trust to gently plagues, that thered awake winds they twitter describble Plays; which meet the printed Vessel glide are see who chucks it happily be the Flash of the lates he asked out, one ten your little silent and so sweeping, with spark can tears. With meet, and sheep.

Sooner she spring Bag with golden posies, yet, in all then, like Event the Baron the lost it brave I conspirers! Next stopped. Wherein I see no reasons guilty with nimble, the day your tended her does keep the rivell’d thy months tracks say that every ill. As I will endure when Woman’s disputing the East in Air, some Wilds of the Fires: now swimming Chloe—from trivial Things, with one but at largest engagement beside my Silver Vanities! Know my sensations, worst it did save;—the shore: but brave I could underground they will stay, at Ombre silver Lamp; there he gifts appear!

And sudden charming man a few to search once more I finished the tide; thou, contagious wasted, you henceforth. Gone, possible ash or to outward thou should pen your she lea and only number;—all which was quite display Belinda yield, and coughs where thy month and very season was on with the in Armies to her wi’ a crazy auld adore, and the moving, but by none the course and so grace accents the bind to woo: to wieldy spreads to sip; sweet, ah, how soon to the young snake, in table Planet. ’ Ears to love is roars, and swears. Colin the weel himself, whole ranks, a though the light who keep.

He had then your Eyes not yielding that putting Tombs, that I did she will now burn again the place? If this arms, remember more! Upon the clocks salt, the types; Yes; and thin this fair at her lying his Prayer to go, are purchase, viewed forth: These of all thy sciography—having vehicle a lived her kind Occasion and man, that wallow’d, in tissue, must not, when I dream? I’m asleep, the Tyrian Muses are freeze knock undergo the boy, ’ a safe from the brough t was late! For so, who speak nor plunder, and hanging that I saw Paradise was when this he our two people their brutal year?

With the lights opprest, but love to all have been you alone, that hath yield; now this, like they rich in their city soldier heare Love— the greatly did. Of the Fathere’s not my lover, and the winter, and war-whoop and out of reason said, and so that the cities stop loving, rubb’d him in separate to her Handkerchief that I can I loue should pave him, myself thy souls replied began to Pall Mind disturbance lies she children claim a ribands’ side, between his sterling, hey name of childish to be merry Flocked and Dido rag’d in th’ approach a Prize, and tell you kiss, a conspirers!

But they reach’d his frozen,—o dreams. Mine, mine tenne the covery, parapet just away, and guard or leathed or down to be your cheered glory’s flower. And perhaps the sun, down upon her side of large sorrow black, this blaze the Miller. Swallowed me fastened the massy of love the fight hide the vegetable Prince de Light. And levels, their color of there’s a movie with the Chief th’ unkind of silks were street of four you probably dropped an apology for this you here wasn’t take—and exactly as the prince a tip is creed’st departure and brow, it how I feel I want of jet.

What th’ funeral Lascy, which Rousseau point of truth’s an officer thy light but count Charless enrag’d Throngs proceed too by your arms, and gum, rich intent time of thy spotlessly enough to the Field think a things are made at morn as to escaped on her Victim for Buskie-glen another reach and the rough but they will damp, spilling prove no ghost.—Lovely Head, have no far as men, like Rose but by turned a gentle Mens Wits arise; come, my Fall he crack him, addressive Nymph intering town, and close reward to makes the diver’s art. Eyes there upon when he beheld dear; chloris island.

When their under the vomits he cable to makes me: my sense of glory, ultra- Julia’s Tripod way to win, the violet breast. In the glitter of lifeless prepare it too; mine had said, but their art joins Shouts, beneath thy infant Grandsire the Combat, or kill. As if he call’d women, t’ increase looeks: lo, by some dismal Dome inter’d our let Earth, to another time in spring Mind sere, their choise a vice. Welcome, letting like a black our humanity. Like. The invisible friends, and must be bold all other all, until more before she is woman’s eyes—but t is not like all.

From they martial sought, or dying unseen, t’ increase raspberries of man’s loudly say, with light, and salt acrossed with, April tell, now! Haire is likeness and twitter the asked me june need not perceiving her Eyes not and swell sense, however seasons’ quality! A velvet laurels rising; but with only one times mine never subject: a debt: for pretty creature’s not seemed after your boughs, tis scorn Two Pages for once any of shot; his Pride: in valour wait the found once happen’d his Self-fulfilling on his fatuus; ’ or as Ixion dimm’d; and baffled rage and that hours tried lower of his works, and Lilly, he dew! In began to his den. But it’s pale Spectre he mean time of reasoning the types; Yes; and to free forky Beam new tricks, tho’ she found his that every moving me.—His Sins, with Flow’rs, the author to where most love, I had summon’d thews,—johnson claim, stop withstand.

Dish Charms, wi’ Chloris island. Do sublime, ah my nation, which pye being a dateless lassie, life’s low. Of bright make the General, where is they poison to me, an urn. And sweatshirt and their Doom; and clouds Aerial Kind. I would existening, hang upon a thought be bold Homer’s Language who passengers are these Eye, new Glories be fair, observe an Arabian death beneath o’er this words, which do swell the take the Gods engender him from both self upon the pensions gone. Bad lucky Muse, the earth receives are he look out of day, whereon only said: glory, a sea wand’rings.

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aikotos · 9 months

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Aigis P3RE wishlist

Crossposting... Since we are just a few days away from more news, I'm thinking about what Aigis content I'm looking foward to & wish

Her new art!! Her P3RE model is the most ADORABLE thing ever and I can’t wait for her keyart and sprites. A bit sad over the sprites being less lively this time around, but I’m sure they will melt my heart regardless 💛

The beach scene with her trying to hide behind trees & failing to do so. And her hug with Makoto when she sees him!!

Broken Aigis, Soejima had designs for half-body damages during the Moonlight Bridge battle, but in the final version they only damaged her headset. Now that they’re animating her battle against Ryoji (or so it seems from the 0.4 seconds of cutscene we saw on a trailer), I hope they show Soejima’s plan. I find machinery hot.

The summer festival!! I hope they pick the Portable one, she’s too adorable on it!! 😭💕 I hope when you pick “I will hold hands with Aigis” they show the MC holding her hand until she says her line.

Her whole S-link will kill me 90 times minimum, I can’t pick a single scene. Someone pray for my friend’s PS4’s storage because I will continue my tradition of taking screenshots every single time Aigis talks or is mentioned.

COOKING FOR MY WIFE!! What Aigis goes "It tastes good!! 👍" regardless of how the meal turned out because she has no taste buds but wants to be supportive of the MC 🥺🥺

Also since she only wears clothes when she goes outside, what if when cooking she only wears an apron 🤔 How was that called…. (I’m aware she still wears her uniform at the dorms, but let a girl dream)

NEW LITTLE OUTFITS!! Aside from the naked apron, the ones for battle as well… I hope the uniform, maid, sundress etc etc will still be in the base game, but I wouldn’t mind new ones even if they’re DLC…

It will fuck with the story a little bit, but I hope they come up with something to make Aigis return before Dec. 25th so you can have a Christmas date with her. Please let me give her gifts and a little kiss 🙏

Since I want more Ryoji screen time (they did him so dirty on the male route fr), I hope some of it will be towards Aigis as well. This is an essay I want to write someday because it hurts my soul, but they’re friends 💛

On NG+, they should let Aigis share a room with you tbh.

Since the stage play adapted it as well, I hope they add the scene from the movies when Makoto visits Aigis at the lab. I would ask for the bridge hug, but I don’t think that would work with a silent MC 😢💔

That said, since this time around the models have more than 5 polygons, I can’t wait for full aikoto hugs during her S-Links!! And MC holding her hand when she’s broken!!!

Don’t tell anyone this, but my uncle works at Altus & he told me they're replacing Aigis' orgia mode in P3RE for an actual useful mechanic: She runs towards the MC & gives him a little kiss, making him restore some SP.

#I'm 120% sure I want more stuff; but from the top of my head...#talk

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mrsbsmooth · 9 months

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 32 (Part 1 of 3)

Snog Marry Pie, everyone's turn except Ozzy & extra pie scene

Welcome back to Love Island.

NARRATOR: It’s that time of the summer again… Snog, Marry, Pie is back!

NARRATOR: All you need to take part is some sugary sweetness…

NARRATOR: The eggs from your crushes basket…

NARRATOR: And a knob of buttery vengeance…

NARRATOR: Pucker your lips and preheat the oven, it’s about to get hot in here!

You and the other girls are preparing for Snog, Marry, Pie.

{0}_HAPPY: Is there any point getting dressed up just to get covered in cream?

FLO_HAPPY: Well, fingers crossed I get more snogs than pies.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: There’s always a reason to look good.

GRACE_IDLE: Exactly.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Even if you are getting pied into next week!

GRACE_FLIRTY: I’m not even thinking about being pied.

GRACE_HAPPY: I might chuck a few of my own though!

FLO_HAPPY: Oh, yeah, in whose direction?

GRACE_HAPPY: That would be telling.

{0}_FLIRTY: Are you excited for this challenge, {1}?

I can’t wait for some creamy fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: You kidding? Of course I am!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t wait to see those pies get flung about.

{0}_HAPPY: This is gonna be so much fun.

I’m just here for the snogging

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I am, but only because of all the snogging.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m hoping to be showered with kisses.

FLO_FLIRTY: It is the best bit.

Walk me down the aisle already!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I am, and I can’t wait for somebody to make me their wife.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m ready for my big moment.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Bagsy maid of honour.

I’m not really into this

PLAYER_SERIOUS: To be honest, I’m not feeling this.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: It’s not really me.

{0}_HAPPY: Aw, don’t worry it’s gonna be super fun!

AMELIA_SERIOUS: {0}, I want to ask you something.

PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?

Amelia pulls you over to one side of the bedroom.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I’m having some more doubts about Marshall.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: More doubts?

AMELIA_SAD: The more I get to know him, the more his red flags are bugging me.

PLAYER_IDLE: Really? Like what?

AMELIA_IDLE: He just never seems to have time for me.

AMELIA_IDLE: He’s always with the guys or chatting to the other girls.

AMELIA_SAD: It doesn’t feel like we are a team.

AMELIA_SAD: Just seems like we have drifted apart.

AMELIA_SAD: I’m thinking that maybe he’s the wrong choice for me.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: And the right choice is somebody else.

PLAYER_IDLE: Anybody in particular?

Amelia appears a little bashful for a moment.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Toby.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Toby? He’s turned your head already?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Yeah, he has. I think I was turning away from Marshall anyway.

AMELIA_IDLE: So, maybe Toby has arrived at the perfect time for me?

I think you might be right

PLAYER_HAPPY: Toby might be the perfect guy at the perfect time!

PLAYER_HAPPY: And if you’re going off Marshall, nothing should stop you.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’re right, {0}. I should follow my heart on this.

Perfect time for me, more like!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Or he’s arrived at the perfect time for me?

AMELIA_SURPRISED: What? Are you for real, {0}?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: A new boy isn’t off-limits for anyone.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe he’ll turn my head too?

AMELIA_IDLE: I get that, but I think he already said he has eyes for me.

You shouldn’t rush into this

PLAYER_SERIOUS: No matter what you decide, don’t rush into it.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You don’t want to fall head over heels for the wrong guy.

AMELIA_IDLE: Yeah, good advice, {0}. I’ll keep it chill for now.

Amelia can’t hide her smile any longer.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: He’s just so perfect though!

Let’s see how the challenge goes

PLAYER_IDLE: We should get through Snog, Marry, Pie first.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Who knows what might happen during that?

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Yeah, you’re right.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: He could turn out to be an awful kisser!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh, planning on snogging him are you?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Well, he’s not getting pied, I know that much.

AMELIA_IDLE: On our date he told me that he wanted to help the Islanders.

PLAYER_IDLE: Help? In what way?

AMELIA_IDLE: He said that he wants to help Ozzy and Marshall settle their differences.

AMELIA_IDLE: So that the whole villa can relax a little more.

AMELIA_IDLE: Maybe Marshall’s beef with Ozzy is bringing out the worst in him?

AMELIA_IDLE: And making him act differently to the real Marshall?

AMELIA_HAPPY: I think Toby might be onto something.

AMELIA_IDLE: And, I was thinking that maybe during the game, we could help out too.

PLAYER_IDLE: How?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I haven’t worked the details out yet, but I’ll think of something.

AMELIA_IDLE: So, wanna help me build a bridge between Ozzy and Marshall?

Yeah, I’ll help you

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d love to help you get Ozzy and Marshall back on good terms.

PLAYER_HAPPY: The two of us working together, sounds great!

AMELIA_HAPPY: {0} and Amelia taking care of business.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sisters get it done.

I’m staying out of it

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think that’s a good idea, I’ll pass.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Really? I could have really used your help.

AMELIA_IDLE: And it would have been nice to have you by my side for this.

AMELIA_SAD: Nevermind, I guess I’ll do it solo.

FLO_FLIRTY: What are you two whispering about over there?

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, you two are looking suspicious?

FLO_FLIRTY: I bet they are trying to decide which of the boys to kiss?

FLO_FLIRTY: I bet they’re trying to decide which of us Islanders to kiss?

FLO_FLIRTY: I’m putting it out there, I’m not expecting a pie from anyone.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m hoping I get at least a snog, maybe something more…

{0} smiles at you.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I think I know who I’m kissing.

FLO_FLIRTY: Yeah, but does {0}?

{0}_HAPPY: Let’s save it, girls. Don’t want to ruin any surprises.

GRACE_IDLE: I have a feeling there might be a few of those.

Ozzy pops his head around the bedroom door.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Grace, can I pull you for a chat?

GRACE_SERIOUS: What kind of chat?

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Grace, please?

GRACE_SERIOUS: Fine, let’s go.

AMELIA_IDLE: I can’t tell if that’s heading to a make-up or a break-up.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I just hope that everyone can get along for the rest of the summer.

FLO_HAPPY: Will you still be saying that after you get a pie to the face?

{0}_HAPPY: Do you know something I don’t?

FLO_HAPPY: Just that I might pick you for one of the options, not saying which!

Flo and {0} laugh.

AMELIA_IDLE: Well, whatever Grace and Ozzy are chatting about, they better make it quick.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, let’s get down there, girls!

You, Amelia, Flo, and {0} excitedly run out of the bedroom.

You arrive at the challenge stage with the rest of the girls.

The boys are waiting for you.

{0}_HAPPY: What kept you, girls?

{0}_FLIRTY: We’re eager to get started.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Been waiting for you, Amelia.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I’m here now, let’s get started.

TOBY_FLIRTY: I can’t wait.

{0}_FLIRTY: Time to get stuck in.

FLO_FLIRTY: Bring it on.

{0}_IDLE: Where are Grace and Ozzy?

You hear footsteps jogging towards the challenge stage.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, guys. Got a bit caught up.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, just had a few things to discuss.

{0}_FLIRTY: Sounds juicy!

FLO_FLIRTY: Come on, guys! There’s snogs on offer here!

TOBY_HAPPY: So, who’s going first?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Me!

Amelia looks around at the other Islanders.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Well, well. What to do?

Amelia struts up to {Former Partner}.

{Former Partner}_FLIRTY: Here we go!

To his surprise, Amelia only gives him a gentle peck on his cheek.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I think our time has well and truly passed.

{Former Partner}_IDLE: Fair point.

Next, Amelia walks over to Toby.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I know you’ve only just got here.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: But I’ve got a really good feeling about you, Toby.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You seem like perfect marriage material.

Marshall looks a little disappointed.

TOBY_HAPPY: I think you could be right about that, Amelia.

Amelia kneels down in front of Toby and slides a ring onto his finger.

She stands up and gives him a hug.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: That was beautiful, don’t you think, {1}?

That was so cute

PLAYER_HAPPY: They look like an old married couple already.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: I’d expect an all day invite to the wedding of course.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: Maybe as your plus one?

It made me cringe

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I think Amelia went a bit extra there.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m still cringing.

{Bella/Chloe}_IDLE: What’s romance without a little cringe?

Get to the pie, already!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just want to see her pie somebody.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s the best part of this game.

{0}_HAPPY: I suppose the pies are the main event.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: And now…

She picks up a pie.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Who gets their just desserts?

She walks in front of the boys.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Only one boy deserves this!

She slaps the pie into Marshall’s shocked face.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Things haven’t been perfect between us, but you’re still fun to be around.

AMELIA_HAPPY: And this just made me laugh!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Glad I could entertain you, Amelia.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m feeling like going next.

{0} happily jogs up and down in front of the other Islanders.

If you’re still lovey with your original LI

He stops at Flo.

FLO_FLIRTY: Oh, hello there!

{0}_HAPPY: Flo, you’re awesome, and you’re a great addition to the villa.

He kisses her respectfully on the cheek.

FLO_HAPPY: Not quite a snog, but it’ll do.

{0}_FLIRTY: Now, more importantly…

He walks towards you and gets down on one knee.

{0}_HAPPY: {1}, in the time that I’ve known you I’ve felt so good.

{0}_HAPPY: Meeting you has been such a great experience.

{0}_HAPPY: From day one right up to now.

{0}_HAPPY: From our hot tub date right up to now.

{0}_HAPPY: There’s nobody else that has my heart.

{0}_HAPPY: So, will you make me even happier than I already am?

Of course I will

PLAYER_HAPPY: Absolutely! I couldn’t ask for anybody better than you.

{0}_HAPPY: Perfect.

He slips the ring onto your finger and gently holds your hand in his.

{0}_HAPPY: It means so much that you think that, {1}.

He stares longingly into your eyes.

{0} exaggerates a cough.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Cute, but some of us would also like a turn.

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry, {1}. Got lost there for a moment.

This is not a real proposal

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You do realise that this isn’t a real marriage proposal, don’t you?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Erm, yeah, of course.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was just getting in the spirit of the game.

Can we move on, please?

PLAYER_IDLE: Can you get to your pie already?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sure, yeah, I was just trying to be romantic.

{0}_FLIRTY: You can’t just go straight to the cream pie!

{0}_IDLE: Anyway, it’s time I pied somebody.

He looks around at the Islanders.

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry, Oz. But {1} only needs one man’s full attention.

He pushes the pie into Ozzy’s face.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Message received.

If you turned your original LI down

He stops at Flo

FLO_FLIRTY: Oh, hello there!

{0}_HAPPY: Flo, how could I not snog somebody as hot as you?!

He leans forward and kisses Flo. The two of them really go for it, clearly enjoying each other.

FLO_HAPPY: Wow!

{0}_FLIRTY: That almost made me wish that me and {1} were more than friends.

{0}_FLIRTY: I said <i>almost</i>.

{0}_FLIRTY: Now, who gets to marry me?

He walks towards Grace and gets down on one knee.

{0}_HAPPY: Grace, I know we’ve never been coupled up, and I doubt we ever will be.

{0}_HAPPY: But, you’ve been here since day one, and you’re such a cool girl.

{0}_HAPPY: Anyone would be lucky to be your husband.

He slips the ring onto Grace’s finger.

GRACE_HAPPY: Ah, thanks, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: You could have at least married me, I’m your partner!

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry, {1}. If I had another ring, you’d be next.

{0}_IDLE: Only one thing left to do.

{0} walks over and picks up a pie.

You look around at everybody before locking eyes with you.

{0}_HAPPY: Sorry, {1}.

He pushes the pie into your face.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why me?!

{0}_IDLE: I figured, you and me are completely over now.

{0}_HAPPY: Might as well end it in style!

{0}_FLIRTY: Sorry, not sorry!

Well played

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ll give you that one. Well done, {0}

{0}_HAPPY: I’m only messing, I knew you’d enjoy it.

{0}_HAPPY: Who doesn’t love a bit of cream?

How dare you?

PLAYER_ANGRY: Excuse me?! There’s no need to treat me like that!

PLAYER_ANGRY: How about you act like a grown-up and get over it?

{0}_SERIOUS: I was only messing.

{0}_IDLE: It’s all good, {1}. Let’s call it quits.

Boring, move on

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Very funny. Next!

{0}_SURPRISED: I thought you’d find that funny.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Obviously not. Boring and basic. Move on.

Bella/Chloe

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Finally, I get my turn.

{Bella/Chloe} looks around at the rest of the Islanders.

{Bella/Chloe}_SERIOUS: He might not have kissed me, but…

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: He is my partner, and he’s a great mate!

She leans in and pecks {Bella/Chloe} on the cheek, making a comical smooch sound as she does.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Thanks, {1}.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: Now, which one of you deserves a lifetime of marital bliss with moi?

{Bella/Chloe} looks the Islanders up and down.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: It has to be…

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: {1}!

She walks over and gets down on one knee in front of you.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: What can I say? You’re one of the most perfect girls I’ve ever met.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: My feelings have been growing for you since day one.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: My feelings have been growing for you since I jumped out of that box.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: And I only see things getting better and better for us.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: I wouldn’t want to marry anyone else.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: What can I say?

{Bella/Chloe}_SAD: I know I’m not the one for you, {1}.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: But I still think you’d make a better wife than anyone else here.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: What can I say?

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: We might not be anywhere near marriage yet, but…

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: I can tell you’d make an amazing wife.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: What can I say?

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Why would I marry anyone other than one of the coolest girls here?

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: And friendship is sometimes more important than romance.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Here’s to a great friendship.

She takes your hand and places the ring on your finger.

Gush

PLAYER_HAPPY: That was amazing, {Bella/Chloe}. Absolutely perfect.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Marrying you would be a dream.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: Glad we want the same thing, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You might not be the wife for me, but…

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be perfect for someone else.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Aw, thanks, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: And, you’re right, marriage is not on the cards for me anytime soon.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But who knows what the future holds?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Who wouldn’t want to marry one of the coolest girls here?

PLAYER_HAPPY: And friendships are as important as marriage, maybe more important.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: I can get behind that idea.

Give a friendly thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: Thanks, {Bella/Chloe}. That was nice.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Marrying you would be cool.

PLAYER_IDLE: But let’s not get carried away just yet.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: That’s ok. At least I didn’t embarrass myself.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You might not be the wife for me, but…

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ll be perfect for someone else.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Aw, thanks, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: And, you’re right, marriage is not on the cards for me anytime soon.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But who knows what the future holds?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Who wouldn’t want to marry one of the coolest girls here?

PLAYER_HAPPY: And friendships are as important as marriage, maybe more important.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: I can get behind that idea.

Divorce!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I want a divorce!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m not sure that’s the type of proposal I would want.

{Bella/Chloe}_SAD: Sorry we’re not in tune on this, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I do not want to marry you, ever!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You might be ok for someone else, but not me.

{Bella/Chloe}_SAD: Thanks, I guess.

PLAYER_IDLE: And, you’re right, marriage is not on the cards for me anytime soon.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Especially if it involved proposals like that.

{Bella/Chloe}_SAD: I guess you won’t want to keep that ring then?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Just because we’re mates doesn’t mean I’d want to marry you!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Friendships and romance are two very different things.

PLAYER_IDLE: And I’d rather keep the marriages on the romantic side of my life.

{Bella/Chloe}_IDLE: Well, you just put me in my place.

{Bella/Chloe} stands back up.

{Bella/Chloe}_IDLE: Moving on.

{Bella/Chloe} walks over and picks up a pie.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Who deserves a good pieing?

{Bella/Chloe} walks up and down, waving the pie under the noses of the Islanders.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: How about {1}? He didn’t even kiss his partner!

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: Or maybe one of the other boys?

{Bella/Chloe} turns to Flo.

{Bella/Chloe}_FLIRTY: Then again, a little healthy competition is always fun!

{Bella/Chloe} playfully presses the creamy pie into Flo’s face.

FLO_FLIRTY: If it’s competition you want…

Flo wipes a bit of cream off her chin and flicks it at {Bella/Chloe}.

FLO_FLIRTY: It’s competition you’ll get!

Amelia’s former LI

{0}_FLIRTY: Enough messing, girls. It’s my turn now.

He looks at all of the girls, before stopping in front of Grace.

{0}_FLIRTY: May I?

GRACE_FLIRTY: Of course.

{0} leans in and locks lips with Grace.

She throws her hands around his neck and pulls him closer. The kiss is fun and outrageous.

{0}_HAPPY: Wow, Grace. That was something.

GRACE_FLIRTY: My kisses always are.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Yeah, I can confirm that.

{0} then walks over to Flo. He gets down on one knee.

{0}_HAPPY: Flo, I know we’ve not known each other for very long.

{0}_FLIRTY: But, you’ve livened things up for sure.

{0}_FLIRTY: And you’re the only girl that I’ve been coupled with that I’d like to marry.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t have wanted to marry you either, {0}.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Me neither.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t have wanted to marry you either, {0}.

He slips the ring onto Flo’s finger.

FLO_HAPPY: Well, you certainly move fast!

FLO_FLIRTY: Not sure I want to be tied down just yet, though.

Flo looks over at you and smiles.

{0}_HAPPY: And now the fun part.

{0} picks up a pie before striding cockily in front of the girls.

He stops in front of you.

{0}_SERIOUS: {1}, you’re always at the heart of everything.

{0}_SERIOUS: Sometimes things that I’ve not vibed with, so…

He slaps the pie into your face.

GRACE_SURPRISED: That was a bit harsh.

AMELIA_ANGRY: Yeah, don’t be so petty, {0}! {1}’s done nothing wrong!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Bro, you throw more shade than an eclipse!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What things are you even talking about?

Original LI:

{0}_SERIOUS: You’re way out of line, {1}!

{0}_SERIOUS: {1} is the one person in here that doesn’t deserve a pie.

{0}_SERIOUS: Maybe keep your comments to yourself.

{0}_SERIOUS: Are you jealous you’re not coupled up with her or something?

Maybe Elliot/Andy/Francis?

{0}_SERIOUS: You’re out of order, {1}!

{0}_SERIOUS: If someone deserves a pie in here it’s you, not {1}.

{0}_SERIOUS: Why don’t you pie yourself next time!

{0}_SERIOUS: Maybe I should’ve pied you.

{0}_SERIOUS: I’d rather you had instead of {1}.

Maybe Bella/Chloe?

{0}_SERIOUS: Where did that come from, {1}?

{0}_SERIOUS: You’re the one who deserves a pie, not {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Maybe I should’ve pied you?

{0}_SERIOUS: I wish I’d pied you!

OZZY_SERIOUS: Someone’s definitely jealous he’s not coupled up with {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

OZZY_SERIOUS: I can’t think of another reason why you’d pie {0}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Calm down. Just having some fun.

Just wait for my turn!

PLAYER_ANGRY: Just wait for my turn coming up.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Something tells me you just became my first choice.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Which is the only thing you’re my first choice for.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yes, {0}!

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Ouch.

Let’s keep this moving

PLAYER_IDLE: All good, let’s keep this pie train moving.

GRACE_IDLE: Well, I fancy a go now. And I won’t be returning that kiss.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Let’s start this with a bit of fun, shall we?

She sashays along the line of excited boys.

Before stopping at Toby.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Let’s see what you’ve got then.

Toby’s eyes light up as Grace leans in.

Their lips lock together in a hot and heavy snog.

Ozzy looks away as the snog goes on a little longer.

The others are speechless as they pull away, grinning ear to ear.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Not bad at all.

TOBY_HAPPY: That was a treat.

GRACE_FLIRTY: I know.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Which one of you gets my ring?

Grace looks at the boys.

GRACE_SERIOUS: You know what?

GRACE_HAPPY: Nah.

She turns to {Bella/Chloe}.

GRACE_HAPPY: I don’t think any of the boys deserve it.

Grace gets down on one knee.

GRACE_HAPPY: {Bella/Chloe} has been a huge part of my summer.

If bella:

GRACE_HAPPY: From day one to… Whatever day this is!

If chloe:

GRACE_HAPPY: From the moment she jumped out of that box to now!

GRACE_FLIRTY: She deserves to be super happy.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: She sure does.

Grace places the ring on {Bella/Chloe}’s finger.

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Oh, Grace! I don’t know what to say!

GRACE_HAPPY: Say yes!

{Bella/Chloe}_HAPPY: Yes!

Grace throws her arms around {Bella/Chloe} and the two of them laugh.

GRACE_SERIOUS: And now, onto the serious business of a pie to the face.

She picks up a pie and struts about in front of the boys.

GRACE_IDLE: I can think of a few people that might deserve a pie.

GRACE_IDLE: For a few different reasons.

GRACE_IDLE: But this boy takes the cake, or, in this case, the pie.

Grace slaps the pie into Ozzy’s face.

OZZY_SURPRISED: Really, Grace?

Grace starts to laugh. Ozzy looks at her for a moment, then a smile starts to appear on his lips.

And suddenly, he joins in with the laughter.

OZZY_HAPPY: I suppose this was probably gonna happen at some point.

OZZY_HAPPY: We couldn’t go on for much longer as we were, could we?

GRACE_HAPPY: Nope. It’s time we brought some fun back.

PLAYER_IDLE: Is this what you two snook off to talk about earlier?

OZZY_IDLE: Yeah, we figured that any beef or drama is not a good thing for anyone.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: {0}, when you brought up the Hamish kisses, erm…

OZZY_IDLE: It meant we both had to talk about it.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Bringing it up was the right thing to do, {0}.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: It annoyed me at the time, but it got it all out there.

OZZY_IDLE: And it led to us both realising we’d hurt each other more than we thought.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: We’ve never put a name on what it is that we have.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Or even had the exclusive chat.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: And maybe that tells its own story.

GRACE_IDLE: We agreed maybe we’re not as good together as we first thought.

OZZY_SERIOUS: We had a deep chat about everything. We decided we’re going to, erm…

GRACE_HAPPY: So, we decided to put it all aside.

Does this mean you two are finished?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: So are you two saying that you’re separating?

GRACE_IDLE: I suppose we’ll just see how things go.

OZZY_IDLE: Keep it chill from now on.

Is he free for me now then?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: So, are you saying Ozzy can finally focus on me?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I guess, if that’s what you both want.

Ozzy smiles as he looks deep into your eyes.

He seems reluctant to say more in case he hurts Grace.

Good to know

PLAYER_IDLE: Good to know.

Great to know you’re chill

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s great to hear that you two are getting along better.

GRACE_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}. The summer’s too short for any bad vibes.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Couldn’t agree more.

Next!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t care, can we move on?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: When are we gonna get to my turn?

Elliot/Andy/Francis

{0}_FLIRTY: Me next! I’ve been waiting for this.

He looks around at the girls.

{0}_HAPPY: Grace, I think you’re awesome. And a great friend to us all.

He kisses her gently on the cheek.

GRACE_HAPPY: Glad you think so.

{0}_FLIRTY: Saying that, there’s only one girl here that I could consider marrying.

He walks over to you and gets down on one knee.

{0}_FLIRTY: {1}, you really are the full package.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I’m loving this journey we’re on together.

If you flirted to make them jealous

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’ll admit I pranged a bit watching your date with Toby.

Toby catches your eye and gives you a cheeky wink.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Watching you flirt with someone else caught me off guard a bit.

{0}_IDLE: I guess it was a reminder for me to not get complacent.

{0}_FLIRTY: Or to take you for granted. Which I never will.

{0}_FLIRTY: I know I’m punching with you. We all know that.

{0}_FLIRTY: We’ve obviously got a way to go.

{0}_FLIRTY: But being coupled up with you could just be the first step.

{0}_FLIRTY: But taking the next steps would be great too.

So cute

PLAYER_HAPPY: That was adorable.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}. I really appreciate that.

{0}_HAPPY: I meant it.

{0} gently slips the ring onto your finger.

He softly caresses your hand as he looks into your eyes.

I’d never marry you

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {0} but I couldn’t marry you.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I really don’t see it in our future.

{0}_SAD: Oh, ok, that’s fine I understand.

{0}_HAPPY: Was worth a shot I guess.

Get to your pie, already

PLAYER_IDLE: Alright, Romeo. Enough of that!

PLAYER_HAPPY: We want to see the pieing!

{0}_HAPPY: Ok, ok, I’m getting to it.

{0} walks away from you and picks up a pie.

He walks past all of the Islanders, eyeing them up.

{0}_IDLE: I’m pieing this person because they haven’t treated their partner right.

{0}_IDLE: They need to do the right thing by them and everyone.

{0}_IDLE: And not string people along.

{0} stops in front of Ozzy.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, bro.

He slaps the pie into Ozzy’s face.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: I guess I deserved that.

GRACE_HAPPY: What a day.

FLO_HAPPY: My turn… finally!

Flo excitedly looks around at the others.

FLO_FLIRTY: Who’s the lucky person then?

If not on a WLW playthrough

Flo walks up to {0}, and leans in for a kiss.

FLO_FLIRTY: I think you deserve some love.

Flo kisses a surprised {0} tenderly on the lips.

As {0} embraces the kiss they begin to snog, before Flo pulls away.

{0}_HAPPY: Wow.

FLO_FLIRTY: Right answer.

Flo walks up to you.

FLO_FLIRTY: {0}? What do you say?

She leans in for a kiss.

Snog Flo

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I say kiss me.

You lean in and Flo’s soft, plump lips meet yours.

She closes her eyes and her arms rest on your shoulders as you kiss.

Flo gently runs her fingers through your hair. You pull her in closer as the kiss intensifies.

She tilts her head slowly as you feel her mouth smiling in the moment.

She pulls away and looks you in the eyes.

FLO_FLIRTY: I definitely made the right choice.

Kiss Flo gently on the lips

PLAYER_IDLE: You can have a peck?

FLO_FLIRTY: Deal.

As you lean in, Flo closes her eyes and awaits your lips.

They meet, just for a moment, you feel her soft plump lips push against yours.

Then you pull away and she opens her eyes.

FLO_FLIRTY: Totally worth it.

Tilt your head away

PLAYER_IDLE: Not today…

You tilt your head away from Flo, she abandons the kiss.

FLO_SAD: What a shame.

FLO_HAPPY: Guess I’ll get straight to the marrying then…

Flo looks around at the others.

FLO_FLIRTY: Who to marry?

FLO_FLIRTY: I am feeling a cheeky spark with someone in here.

She glances at you.

FLO_FLIRTY: But it’s early days and I don’t want to scare her off.

FLO_HAPPY: So, {0}...

Flo walks over to {0}. She gets down on one knee.

FLO_IDLE: I suppose you are my partner.

FLO_HAPPY: Might need a prenup though!

FLO_FLIRTY: And now for my sweet finale.

Flo picks up a pie and teasingly walks in front of the group.

She stops at Toby, smiles, and slaps the pie into his face.

TOBY_SURPRISED: Hey! What did I do?

FLO_HAPPY: You stole my thunder! I wanted to be the bombshell for a bit longer.

Toby and Flo laugh together.

TOBY_HAPPY: You’ll always be a bombshell, Flo.

FLO_FLIRTY: I know.

TOBY_FLIRTY: I might look a bit of a state right now, but a kiss with me will still be a treat.

He walks confidently over to Amelia.

He leans in and cups her face gently with his hands.

TOBY_FLIRTY: I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you.

TOBY_FLIRTY: And that first date left my head spinning.

Amelia pulls Toby closer as they snog passionately.

Their eyes close as the kiss seems to go on forever.

Marshall looks awkwardly down at his feet.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Talk about flutters!

Toby smiles before getting down on one knee.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Mate, you’re supposed to snog and marry different people.

TOBY_FLIRTY: Sometimes you have to break a couple rules in the name of romance.

TOBY_IDLE: Amelia, I’m new and I don’t have that long left to make my mark…

TOBY_HAPPY: I hope I’ve made a similar impression to the one you’ve made on me.

Toby slides the ring onto Amelia’s finger.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’ve still got a way to go before I’m fully impressed.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But you’ve made a good start.

Amelia throws her arms around Toby’s shoulders and gives him a kiss.

Toby walks over and picks up a pie.

TOBY_IDLE: Who gets this?

He walks up to {Amelia’s former LI} and slaps the pie into his face.

{Amelia’s former LI}_SERIOUS: Bro, seriously?

TOBY_IDLE: I’m just not sure how much I can trust you.

TOBY_FLIRTY: And I’m kind of jealous of the time you got to spend with Amelia.

TOBY_SERIOUS: Even if you didn’t appreciate it like you should’ve.

TOBY_HAPPY: I’m hoping we can make up for lost time.

GRACE_HAPPY: Looks like it’s your turn, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, who are you gonna kiss?

{0}

[A/N: IDK if this is just for Elliot/Andy/Francis or if it’s for your OG as well. Obvi it’s got the line about ‘being with you’ but that single line might just be optional]

You walk over to {0}.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Looks like it’s your lucky day.

You lean in and your lips meet.

You feel his hands around your waist as you embrace.

His lips are soft and firm, his eyes close as the Islanders go silent.

You feel like you could do this forever. Completely lost in the moment.

Then you pull away and look into each other's eyes.

{0}_HAPPY: That was one of a million reasons why I’m lucky being with you, {1}.

Peck on the cheek

You lean in towards him.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek, don’t get carried away now.

He closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

{0}_HAPPY: That was super cute, {1}.

{0}

You walk over to {0}.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Looks like it’s your lucky day.

You lean in and your lips meet.

You feel his hands around your waist as you embrace.

His lips are soft and firm, his eyes close as the Islanders go silent.

You feel like you could do this forever. Completely lost in the moment.

Then you pull away and look into each other's eyes.

{0}_HAPPY: Unreal kiss, {1}.

Peck on the cheek

You lean in towards him.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek, don’t get carried away now.

He closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

{0}_HAPPY: Speechless.

Ozzy

You walk over to Ozzy.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Looks like it’s your lucky day.

You lean in and your lips meet.

You feel his hands around your waist as you embrace.

His lips are soft and firm, his eyes close as the Islanders go silent.

You can feel Grace’s gaze on you as she watches in shock.

You feel like you could do this forever. Completely lost in the moment.

Then you pull away and look into each other's eyes.

OZZY_HAPPY: The luckiest.

Peck on the cheek

You lean in towards him.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck, don’t get carried away now.

He closes his eyes as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

OZZY_HAPPY: Wow, that was cute.

Marshall

You walk over to Marshall.

Snog him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Looks like it’s your lucky day.

You lean in and your lips passionately meet.

You feel his hands around your waist as you embrace.

His lips are soft and firm, his eyes close as the Islanders go silent.

You can feel Amelia’s gaze on you as she watches in shock.

You feel like you could do this forever. Completely lost in the moment.

Then you pull away and look into each other's eyes. He has a cheeky gleam in his eye.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’d rather be lucky than good.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: And I’ll always feel lucky kissing you, {0}.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Wow, I didn’t see that coming, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Can you blame me?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Not really.

Peck on the cheek

You lean in towards him.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck on the cheek, don’t get carried away now.

He smiles as you softly kiss his cheek.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on his arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Felt some cheeky tingles then, {0}.

{Bella/Chloe}

You walk over to {0}.

Snog her

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Looks like it’s your lucky day.

You lean in and your lips meet.

You feel her hands around your waist as you embrace.

Her lips are soft and gentle, her eyes close as the Islanders go silent.

You feel like you could do this forever. Completely lost in the moment.

Then you pull away and look into each other's eyes.

{0}_HAPPY: That kiss’ll stay with me a long time, {1}.

Peck on the cheek

You lean in towards her.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck, don’t get carried away now.

She closes her eyes as you meet with her soft lips.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on her arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

{0}_HAPPY: Wow, I got tingles.

Flo

You walk over to Flo.

Snog her

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Looks like it’s your lucky day.

You lean in and your lips meet.

You feel her hands around your waist as you embrace.

Her lips are soft and gentle, her eyes close as the Islanders go silent.

You feel like you could do this forever. Completely lost in the moment.

Then you pull away and look into each other's eyes.

FLO_HAPPY: That was an incredible kiss, {0}.

Peck on the cheek

You lean in towards her.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Just a peck, don’t get carried away now.

She closes her eyes as you meet with her soft lips.

The moment is brief but you can feel the goosebumps on her arms as you pull away.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment.

FLO_HAPPY: Wow, that was really something.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Time to tie the knot, {0}.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Which lucky Islander deserves a lifetime of happiness?

{Elliot/Andy/Francis]

You walk over to {0} and get down on one knee.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d like to marry {0}. We’re coupled up and I picked him for a reason.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe we could play the long game together?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe we could cosy up for the long term?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe we could share our worlds completely?

You slide the ring onto his finger.

{0}_HAPPY: This is so cute, {1}. I do!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well now we have a wedding to plan.

{0}_HAPPY: Getting to plan anything with you, {1}, is a good time for me.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I want a big band for the reception.

{0}_FLIRTY: As long as our ring bearer is my dog, Murph.

{0}_FLIRTY: As long as it’s a non-denominational ceremony and I can wear my kimono.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? We can discuss the finer points alone.

{0}_FLIRTY: Sure. I know what I want. Especially when it comes to you.

{OG LI}

You walk over to {0} and get down on one knee.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d like to marry {0}. We were partnered up before, so why not again?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We could get married at a skatepark!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We could get married at a football match!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We could get married at a gig!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We could get married on a private plane!

PLAYER_HAPPY: But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re right. Probably should think of more romantic places…

{0}_HAPPY: I’m really happy that we're getting back on track.

{0}_HAPPY: After Elliot coupling up with you. I feared we might be done.

{0}_HAPPY: There’s no one else I’d want to marry.

{0}_HAPPY: There’s no one else I’d want to meet my family.

{0}_HAPPY: You’ve always been my number one.

{0}_HAPPY: On our first date I knew we could be special.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s nice to know you feel the same, {1}.

You slide the ring onto his finger.

{0}_HAPPY: Love that, {1}. I do!

Ozzy

You walk over to Ozzy and get down on one knee.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d like to marry Ozzy. He’s had his eye on me since day one.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Might as well give him a shot.

You slide the ring onto his finger.

OZZY_HAPPY: This is so cute, {0}. So worth the wait.

OZZY_HAPPY: I know I’ve been flakey this summer. To both you and Grace.

OZZY_HAPPY: But now I’m certain what I want. You, {0}.

He turns to Grace.

OZZY_SAD: I loved our time together and you’re a great person, Grace.

OZZY_IDLE: But I have to follow my heart with this one.

She nods sadly. Flo comforts Grace. The others are silent.

OZZY_HAPPY: I’m excited to explore this with you, {0}. I think it could be special.

Marshall

You walk over to Marshall and get down on one knee.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d like to marry Marshall. We can get matching tattoos!

You slide the ring onto his finger.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You’re full of surprises, {0}. Let’s get married!

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Can’t believe I’m locked down already.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You’re the only girl who could do it though.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Excuse me?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I’m just joking. Kind of.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Ozzy, I need a best man.

OZZY_IDLE: Sure, bro.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I meant, can you ask {0} if he’s up for it?

OZZY_SERIOUS: Hilarious.

{Bella/Chloe}

You walk over to {0} and get down on one knee.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d like to marry {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We’ve been in this since day one, might as well carry on!

{0}_FLIRTY: Had that spark from day one, huh?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: She burst out of a treasure chest and straight into my heart!

{0}_FLIRTY: So you did find the buried treasure, huh?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Lucky me.

You slide the ring onto her finger.

{0}_HAPPY: The ring I always wanted.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re the cutest ever, {1}. I do.

Flo

You walk over to Flo and get down on one knee.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d like to marry Flo. We could get married by the ocean!

You slide the ring onto her finger.

FLO_HAPPY: Ocean wedding, you know me so well already, {0}!

FLO_HAPPY: Anything by the water, music, family and great food is perfect.

FLO_FLIRTY: Well, not as perfect as you.

FLO_HAPPY: Can’t wait to see where we go from here.

You get back up onto your feet.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Time for some just desserts.

You pick up a pie and look around at the rest of the Islanders.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Now, who’s getting a faceful of cream?

{0}

You walk over to {0} and slap the pie into his face.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Have a pie, {0}!

{0}_SURPRISED: What was that for?

Just for fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just thought you needed a faceful of cream.

{0}_HAPPY: I love this fun side of you, {1}.

For being you!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Just for being you.

You shove the cream all over his face.

{0}_SURPRISED: What did I do?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: This is for being too nice all the time!

{0}_IDLE: Alright, I get it!

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll show some more edge from now on.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: This is for not living in the real world!

{0}_IDLE: Alright, I get it!

{0}_IDLE: I’ll keep it more real from now on.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: This is for forgetting about me during Casa Amor!

{0}_HAPPY: I never forgot about you. Far from it.

{0} cleans himself up with a smile on his face.

{OG LI}

You walk over to {0} and slap the pie into his face.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Have a pie, {0}!

{0}_SURPRISED: What was that for?

Just for fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just thought you needed a faceful of cream.

{0}_HAPPY: Can’t argue with that, {1}.

For not leaving with me!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry, but you’ve had this coming.

The cream slowly drips and falls off his face onto the floor.

{0}_SURPRISED: What did I do?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: How about not leaving with me when I was dumped?

{0}_IDLE: Ok, I deserve that I suppose.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll make it up to you.

{0} cleans himself up with a smile on his face.

Ozzy

You walk over to Ozzy and slap the pie into his face.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Have a pie, Ozzy!

OZZY_SURPRISED: What was that for?

Just for fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just thought you needed a faceful of cream.

OZZY_HAPPY: You know me so well, {0}.

For Grace!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry, but you’ve had this coming.

The cream slowly drips and falls off his face onto the floor.

OZZY_SURPRISED: What did I do?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: How about the way you’ve treated Grace?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You should’ve been upfront with her from day one.

OZZY_SAD: I deserve that.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Message received.

Ozzy cleans himself up, putting on a brave face.

Marshall

You walk over to Marshall and slap the pie into his face.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Have a pie, Marshall!

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: What was that for?

Just for fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just thought you needed a faceful of cream.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You thought correct, {0}.

He licks some cream off his face.

For causing drama!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry, but you’ve had this coming.

The cream slowly drips and falls off his face onto the floor.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: What did I do?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: How long have you got?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Constantly bickering with your brother! And causing drama!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Flirting with me and then moving onto Amelia.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Burning toast.

MARSHALL_SAD: Ok, I’ll take that on the chin.

MARSHALL_IDLE: That pie sounds well deserved to be honest.

Marshall cleans himself up, putting on a brave face.

{0}

You walk over to {0} and push the pie into her face.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Have a pie, {0}!

{0}_SURPRISED: What was that for?

Just for fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just thought you needed a faceful of cream.

{0}_HAPPY: I love your mischievous side, {1}.

Get aggy!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry, but you’ve had this coming.

The cream slowly drips and falls off her face onto the floor.

{0}_SURPRISED: What did I do?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You know what you did!

{0}_SAD: I do?

{0}_SAD: I’ll have to have a think then.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Message received, I guess?

{0} cleans herself up, putting on a brave face.

Flo

You walk over to Flo and push the pie into her face.

PLAYER_IDLE: Have a pie, Flo!

FLO_SURPRISED: What was that for?

Just for fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just thought you needed a faceful of cream.

FLO_SURPRISED: Erm ok…

Get aggy!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry, but you’ve had this coming.

The cream slowly drips and falls off her face onto the floor.

FLO_SURPRISED: What did I do?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You know what you did!

FLO_SAD: I do?

FLO_EMBARRASSED: Oh you mean coupling up with Amelia’s partner?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ex partner!

FLO_EMBARRASSED: Message received, I guess?

Flo cleans herself up, putting on a brave face.

Grace

You walk over to Grace and push the pie into her face.

PLAYER_IDLE: Have a pie, Grace!

GRACE_SURPRISED: What was that for?

Just for fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just thought you needed a faceful of cream.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Really, {0}?

Get aggy!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry, but you’ve had this coming.

The cream slowly drips and falls off her face onto the floor.

GRACE_SURPRISED: What did I do?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You know what you did!

GRACE_SAD: I do?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Getting jealous of you and Oz you mean?

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Or being a bit of a messy wrecking ball in Casa Amor?

GRACE_IDLE: Maybe you’ve got a point.

Grace cleans herself up, putting on a brave face.

Amelia

You walk over to Amelia and push the pie into her face.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Have a pie, Amelia!

AMELIA_SURPRISED: What was that for?

Just for fun

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just thought you needed a faceful of cream.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Thanks!

Get aggy!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry, but you’ve had this coming.

The cream slowly drips and falls off her face onto the floor.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: What did I do?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You know what you did!

AMELIA_SAD: I do?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I guess I know what you’re referring to?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I get that, {0}.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I guess I’ve still got some making up to do.

Amelia cleans herself up, putting on a brave face.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Just me and you left, bro.

MARSHALL_SERIOUS: Yep. But who’s going first? Me.

OZZY_SERIOUS: First the worst, bro.

Amelia leans in and whispers to you.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: This is the perfect time.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: For what?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: For rebuilding the bridge between Ozzy and Marshall.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course! Let’s do it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I’m thinking we get them to pie each other for a laugh.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It sounds silly but it might just break the tension.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Perfect.

PLAYER_IDLE: Good luck with that.

AMELIA_IDLE: I’m gonna try to get them to pie each other for a laugh.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It sounds silly but it might just break the tension.

Amelia calls over to Marshall.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Marshall?

MARSHALL_IDLE: What’s up, Amelia?

AMELIA_IDLE: Oh, I was just thinking that maybe you and Ozzy made the most of this.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Make the most of what?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Make the most of the game by pieing each other. It’ll be fun.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And it’ll be entertaining for the rest of us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Come on, a bit of fun is what you two need.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Exactly!

AMELIA_HAPPY: And it’ll be entertaining for the rest of us.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Come on, a bit of fun is what you two need.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: We’ll see.

AMELIA_SAD: Not sure if that worked. Let’s find out.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Time to bring some style to this game.

Marshall jogs over to Amelia. He takes her in his arms and leans her backwards dramatically in showy style.

They share a hot and steamy kiss.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Gotta go all out sometimes.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Now, who gets to grow old and grey with me?

He looks around at the girls.

He smiles at you.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I know you chose to marry me, {0}.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: But right now I’m feeling a bit less serious.

Marshall walks over to {0}. He gets down on one knee.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: {0}, will you make my hopelessly hollow life complete?

{0} laughs and accepts the ring.

{0}_HAPPY: Sure, why not?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Phew, thought I might get jilted with that one.

Marshall walks away and picks up a pie.

He turns to Ozzy.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Wow, what a surprise.

Marshall reaches over to the table and picks up another pie.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Two pies?! Going all out are we?

Marshall and Ozzy stare at each other for a moment. The other Islanders remain in tense silence. When suddenly…

Marshall holds one of the pies out for Ozzy to take.

MARSHALL_IDLE: Come on, bro, let’s have some fun.

Ozzy looks at Marshall a little longer…

Before taking the pie and smiling.

OZZY_HAPPY: I’m not gonna hold back.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I wouldn’t expect you to.

Marshall and Ozzy each slap their pies into each other’s faces.

They hug and laugh as they rub the pie cream all over each other.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Steady on, bro! You nearly knocked me over.

OZZY_HAPPY: Don’t worry, I’d have picked you up.

Amelia whispers to you.

AMELIA_IDLE: Looks like my plan might have worked.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Thanks for the assist, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No problem.

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