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m-writes-stories · 4 months

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The KC Couple - Part 9

Word Count: 1327

Warnings: language, pregnancy talk, hints to smut,

A/N: I am tag-teaming games. I am just going to give an update for week 4. I just didn't know what to write for the game part...

Week 4 - 10/1 @ New York Jets

Chiefs Win 23-20. Updated record of 3-1. Travis did not get a touchdown.

Y/N got ready to head to bed for the night. It was the night before the game in Minnesota and you were exhausted. You and Travis had ran around the house trying to get things ready for the upcoming week. It was a short week for the Chiefs. They had a game tomorrow, which was October 8, then another game on Thursday, the 12th. You knew it was going to be chaotic and you were expecting it. You were glad it was a home game on Thursday.

Travis was currently in the basement of the house working out. He wanted a light workout but didn’t want to go to the facility. You knew his workouts like the back of your hand, and you knew he was almost done. You walked into Travis’s office and plugged in his iPad for the rest of the night.

Travis came back upstairs a few moments later.

“I was gonna hop in the shower. Do you wanna join me?”

“If I join you we will be in there a lot longer than we need to be. And you need to finish getting everything ready for the big game.”

“Ugh, ok. I’ll be out in a minute.

Travis came out shortly after. He wrapped his arms around your waist rubbing your bump.

“She is growing.”

“Yeah she is supposed to be growing.”

“I know but she is growing even with her being underweight.”

You started to tear up.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“What if she comes early and we can’t control it?”

“We will deal with that if it happens and if it does it will be ok.”

“What if she comes during one of your games. Then what do I do?”

“Oh. I didn’t really think about that. I don’t know.”

“Travis, that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to management and Coach tomorrow morning about what to do.”

“Ok. What time do you guys leave tomorrow?”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

“What time Travis?”

“7.”

“Are you serious? It is a primetime game.” (A/N: I know it isn’t an actual primetime game but just roll with it.)

“I don’t know that is just what coach told us.”

“Ok. So what time are you leaving here?”

“Like 6:30. I’m not getting there any fucking earlier than I need to.”

“Awe you just want to spend the most amount of time with me before you leave.”

“Duh. I fucking love you.”

Time Skip to the next morning

Travis woke up around 6 and finished getting everything ready to go and took it downstairs to the living room. He came back upstairs and kissed your forehead.

“Are you leaving?” you asked, keeping your eyes closed.

“Yeah. I’ll call you when we land in Minnesota.”

“Ok, love you.”

“Love you too baby.”

3 hours later

Travis had no idea that you were currently on a plane to Minneapolis, Minnesota. You were still good to fly and wanted to surprise Travis. This would probably be the last away game you would go to before you started staying home. You had already planned everything out with Coach Reid. Saying that you were going to be surprising Travis on the sidelines during warm ups. Coach said warm ups would start around 5:30. The flight to Minneapolis was only an hour and a half long from Kansas City.

You made it to your hotel room around 12. You were going to meet Brittany for lunch and then go shopping for a bit before heading to the stadium.

Warm Ups

You were currently standing on the sidelines with a bunch of fans. You waited for about 15 minutes before the Chief’s players came out of the tunnel to the field. You saw Travis immediately, and a security guard came over to take you to the bench. You watched Travis for a bit before he came over to get a drink of water. You hid behind a group of people and waited. Once he had set the water bottle back down and turned his back you ran up behind him. He turned around and looked shocked.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“I am definitely surprised. Hi.”

“Hi. You looked good out there.”

He blushed.

“Thanks pretty girl.”

“Are you nervous?”

“No, my knee was feeling a little sore but it is good now.”

“Ok. I am excited to watch you play.”

“I am excited you are here. I was nervous that for the short week this week we wouldn’t be able to see each other as much as normal. So I am glad I get to see you now.”

“I think this will be my last week coming to away games until Baby K comes.”

“I think we should announce baby K to the world today. I want to tell everyone.”

“Ok. I was gonna talk to you about that tomorrow. But I like that idea. What if once you guys come back out in uniform we get Brittany to take a picture of you kneeling down kissing my currently hidden bump.”

“Oh I like that.”

You gave him a few more kisses before he had to go back to the locker room to change. You went over to Brittany and told her the plan. She was excited to tell everyone.

You waited a few more minutes before the team came back out. The stadium booed. You made your way back to Travis. You took off your jacket, that was hiding your bump. You were close enough to the stands to hear people asking if you were pregnant. Travis knelt down and kissed your bump as Brittany took the photo. She sent it to you immediately. Travis stood back up and kissed you.

“Good luck out there. Stay safe. Get a touchdown or two. I love you.”

“I’ll try. I love you too. Go enjoy the good pretzels you like when we come here.”

You watched him run back onto the field.

2nd Quarter of the Game

It was the second quarter and you were sitting next to Brittany in a suite. You watched as Patrick threw the ball to Travis. Travis went to run the ball before getting caught up in the turf. He hit the ground immediately.

“Come on Trav,” you said, getting anxious immediately.

“He’s ok,” Brittany said, trying to reassure you.

Travis limped off the field to the bench. The camera zoomed in on his face. He looked like he was in pain.

“It’s a low ankle sprain,” you said staring into the TV screen on the wall.

“It’ll be fine. He’s ok. He’ll go in and get an X-ray in a minute.”

“Nothing is worse than our rookie season and the two concussions he had in the 2017 season.”

“See that is somewhat positive.”

Time skip

Travis came back out in the second half looking like it hadn’t even happened. He went on to score a touchdown. The Chiefs won 27-20. Making the record 4-1.

You headed down to the family waiting area. Travis and his teammates came out about an hour later. Travis came over to you.

“How’s our photo? Did it blow up the world?” he asked you.

You hadn’t looked at your phone the entire game. You posted the photo shortly after kick-off, then turned your phone off for the rest of the game.

“I don’t know, let's check.”

You scrolled through the comments for a little bit. Most of your followers were ecstatic over the news. You had a few rude comments here and there but you had gotten used to them and learned to ignore them. Your normal posts got about 1-2 million likes, but this photo was currently sitting at 4.8 million likes. With the caption: “Mommy and Daddy can’t wait to bring you to your first game. We can’t wait to share our bundle of joy with the world. Baby Kelce (or Baby K) coming 2024.”

#m-writes-stories #travis kelce #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fanfic

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 1 year

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emily, i’m sorry

boy genius (the record) masterlist

emily prentiss x reader

18+ : super mild smut, kissing, alcohol consumption, implied alcohol use as a coping mechanism, smoking, angst, right person wrong time, a double dose of mommy issues, happy ending

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i started writing this so long ago and i feel like i only really like the last 500 words or smth 💀

You’d been sitting behind Emily since the beginning of the semester, two months in without an introduction, merely observing from afar. You’d never thought yourself to be a person to fall into those romantic clichés with your chin resting in the palm of your hand and your eyes on the side of her face instead of the professor at the front of the class.

Finding yourself smiling at the sound of her laugh, eyes darting away from her direction when she’d glance towards you. Because she’d noticed you too.

By chance your paths finally crossed at a party, a spilling of your overly strong drink from the red cup onto her arm and a rushed apology.

“Get me another drink and all is forgiven.” She smiled with a hand on your waist to keep you close as you made your way through drunken college students into the brightly lit kitchen. You’d never seen her this closely, her dark hazel eyes lined black and equally dark hair pushed behind her ear.

“So, what can I get you?” You asked, looking over the options scattered messily on the kitchen counter, space taken up by tipped over plastic cups and spilled liquor and mixers making the surface sticky. “We have beer, cheap vodka, something blue,” you twisted bottles to see their labels with a shrug at the poor selection the student budget could afford. “Or cheap vodka.”

“I’ll have what you’re having then.” Emily laughed, leaning her hip against the counter as she watched you pour bottles into two cups. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

You lifted a brow at her statement with a small smile as you passed her the drink. “You have?”

“Of course. Who wouldn’t wanna talk to a pretty girl like you?” She was bolder than you’d expected, what with the way you’d seen her blush.

“Well I’m glad you finally did.”

“Oh, so you’ve been waiting for this then, hm?” She smirked, keeping a fixed gaze on you over the top of her cup as she swigged at its contents.

“No, I was just getting a little tired of you staring at me so much.” You huffed mockingly, grinning into your drink at the way she stumbled over a response.

“I find that hard to believe,” she finally uttered, inching closer with a hint of alcohol on her breath. “I know you’ve been pining after me. It’s cute.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Emily.”

Her name sounded delicious as it rolled off your tongue and she just had to hear it again. She was overcome with a need for you, to talk with you and dance with you and learn each centimetre of your skin.

Neither of you were very good at dancing, especially with the liquor pumping through your veins, heads dazed with the buzz and a coating of sweat lining your foreheads. She kept you close, a hold more possessive than you’d expected on your hips moving your bodies together.

She dragged you away to somewhere quieter where you could actually hear the mutterings of one another’s voices. You got to know each other as well as two drunk people could, conversations barely scratching the surface but in the back of your mind you knew there’d be more time for that. You could hardly let her go now.

The closeness of your bodies set your skin alight, hardly able to keep your eyes off her. The way her fingers held a cigarette and her lips parted with a stream of smoke. You could taste it on one another’s tongues when she finally kissed you, escaping to a bathroom with your body perched atop the counter; the flavour of ash and coca cola, the bitterness of vodka and the sweetness of cherry lip gloss.

The way she slotted her lips with yours was sublime, a heat pulsing through you at the hand on the back of your neck. Her hair was soft and perfect between your fingers and the sound of a moan falling from her throat to yours made your stomach flip.

Movements were sloppy and fuelled with drunkenness and lust, a building tension of the evening finally being untangled in the transference of warm hands beneath your shirt. Her touch wandered desperately and yours was just as hungry, grabbing at any part of her you could reach, the material of her t-shirt clenched in your fist.

Neither of you thought it through, giggling in your tipsy haze when she haphazardly pulled your jeans down your legs and trailed her nails upwards across the skin of your thighs. Her breath was hot against the column of your throat where her lips lay kisses and licks of her tongue, her teeth grazed the crook of your neck while her fingers inched past the waistband of your underwear.

Your head fell backwards and your hands kept her head where it was, where she made you dizzy with sucks against your flesh. It was as though she’d already learnt your body off by heart with the way her fingers pulled noises from you that the both of you could only hope were kept within the four walls of the bathroom. With your legs wrapped around her waist you were as close as you could be, the heat of each other’s bodies pulsing through you like lightning and a thick tension simmering.

It was a moment you’d come to find amusing, being walked in on by a girl stumbling over her heels. It would become a memory of that first night together, that fateful night you met and you’d laugh wondering where that stranger was now.

–

It was routine by now to be sprawled on the living room floor with textbooks and papers scattered in front of you. Overused highlighters scratched across printed sheets with a bright pink left behind, less and less information seeping into your brains as the hours would add up.

You’d forgone buying desks, using your shared apartment floor as an infinite display of university work - it was a definite benefit of sharing a degree with your girlfriend.

Your evenings were either spent with bleary eyes straining to read for hours on end, shooting one another questions to test knowledge whilst you drank copious amounts of coffee. Or you’d be dancing together tipsily with a bunch of other students, rooms blurred with smoke, smelling like cigarettes and the sourness of cheap beer.

You were happy together, you could never imagine your love for Emily to fade away.

There was a perfectly intimate domesticity between you; smiling conversations half asleep over breakfast and evenings watching tv, lighting incense and candles to mask the smell of nicotine.

She’d smiled to herself this evening at the sight of you staring at the ceiling in frustrated boredom, lying on your back on the ground with an open textbook face down on your chest. You’d been studying for a while and she could see the burnout all over you.

She went to the kitchen wordlessly and poured two glasses of the cheap wine from the kitchen counter; she always swore she’d be able to afford the good stuff when she was older.

When she came back you took it from her with an appreciative smile.

“You read my mind, Em.”

“Reading your mind is a stretch, I just saw you staring at the ceiling despondently and I know you like the back of my hand.” She laughed and you shrugged - she wasn’t wrong.

“I bet you can’t guess what I’m thinking now then.”

“I think I have an idea.” She smirked, letting you take another sip of your drink before she took your glass and set it aside, lowering herself to straddle your legs. She pushed your back against the ground with her lips ghosting yours with her voice. “Something like this?”

The taste of her lips was so familiar, cigarettes and wine. They pushed into yours sublimely with her hand cupping your cheek while yours held her closely by her belt loops. The kiss grew heated as it always did, that perfect electrical heat that never failed to make your skin alight with goosebumps and your body arch into hers in an effort to get closer than possible.

“There’s a party across campus. Wanna go?” Emily muttered once she’d pulled away to catch her breath. Of course you agreed, diving head first into a night of liquor fuelled sex, rooms misty with smoke. Intoxicated by each other, dizzy from the lust.

—

And now you’re walking home alone, feet scuffing against the loose debris along the cement with your dazed steps, struggling to keep your footsteps linear with the way your head buzzed with the swill of unmoderated alcohol.

It wasn’t the same without Emily. Parties were just an excuse to get drunk, to let your mind finally drift away, distracted by the overly loud music and crowds of people hiding you away. They used to be fun, a way to let yourselves loose, drinking together and laughing and enjoying the night before giggling drunkenly on your way home.

But you were here and Emily was at home, her head buried in textbooks as she crammed for the same exams you should be focussing on.

It’s hard to know when it began to go downhill, when the parties stopped being fun and the stress of graduation overtook you both. When you started to spend more and more time apart with different focuses and goals.

All you’d yearned after for so long was a freedom your bones ached for. Free from the judging gaze of your mother, living up to the expectations she loomed above your head. And you’d found it, you felt liberated, truly able to smile and laugh and party with friends. You were finally figuring out who you are with this freedom you’d always wanted, who you are with Emily and on your own; who you are in your own apartment and in the cafe down the street.

You just want to be free but even this freedom is dotted with downsides.

While you’re making your way home to her, Emily is finishing another cup of coffee, blinking away the exhaustion in her eyes in hopes to unblur the words on the paper in front of her.

She could only sigh when she looked at the clock. 1am and you weren’t home, it wasn’t new but it was frustrating. It was frustrating how your newfound freedoms had led you down different paths.

Sure, she was no longer living with her mother, peering over her shoulder with bated breath waiting for her to fail. Her freedom may be literal, oftentimes in a differing country to the ambassador, but nothing had truly changed. Elizabeth’s voice was always there in the back of her mind, with each assignment and exam. Each time her phone would ring she’d prepare herself with a deep breath before trying to appease her mother on the other end.

Keep her happy, keep her proud and satisfied at her academic progress. She’d placate and be agreeable, thanking her for helping her pay for the apartment all whilst fidgeting with the lighter in her pocket, desperate to ease the anxious tension her mother never failed to arise in her.

With each passage highlighted, page turned and hand cramped from scribbling notes for too long, she thought of Elizabeth. The standards she couldn’t help but stare at with each decision she made. She’d tried to let herself live and breathe but she wasn’t ready to be free yet. She knew she would be eventually but for now she needs to get her degree, excel or disappoint, and let herself be free with you.

You were the only true freedom she could hold on to but she could feel it slipping away.

The door closed behind you when she poured herself another cup of crappy coffee and she habitually grabbed another mug - your favourite one with the chip in the handle.

You took it from the counter with an appreciative smile when she pushed it towards you and you both sipped without a word. It was quiet. Too quiet. Neither of you knew what to say, there were so many words you wanted to utter yet neither of you could form any.

“I thought you weren’t gonna be out so late tonight.” She murmured to break the silence.

“I lost track of time.” You shrugged with the slightest slur decorating your words.

“You’ve been saying that a lot lately.”

“I didn’t realise I had a curfew.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know that.” Emily sighed. “We’re about to graduate and you’re out at any party you can find while I work my ass off. You’re not taking it seriously.”

“My grades are fine, Emily. I just want to feel like I have a life outside of all this.”

“Well I can’t keep being woken up with you stumbling in at night. I can’t keep being interrupted by you coming back drunk when I’m studying. You know I can’t afford to fuck this up.”

“I know.”

“It’s like we’re on different wavelengths.”

“I know.”

You couldn’t meet each other’s eyes with the way they stung with tears, so scared that you’d both break with just a glance.

“I love you so much but it’s as though we’re different people now, y’know?” Emily uttered through a shaking voice, wiping at the tear on her cheek with the end of her sleeve.

“Mhm.” You nodded, clearing your throat to find your voice again. “We’re not who we were at the beginning. We’ve changed.”

You’re so right for each other. Perfect. But the world is cruel and time is painful and sometimes things don’t align the way they should.

“I love you, Emily. I’m so sorry. I wish I could be better for you. I wish I didn’t feel so suffocated and trapped in this hole that I’m trying to climb out of. The hole my mother buried me in. God, I wish I could be better for you.”

“No. You don’t have to be sorry.” She returned with tears matching your own and her arms wrapping around your body. “You haven’t done anything wrong. We’re just not ready for the same things. The timing isn’t right, no matter how much it fucking hurts my heart to admit.”

The taste of salt coated your lips when you kissed and each breath that sounded in the room was stuttered, lingering in an embrace you so desperately wished to last forever. It was unspoken for now, you’d work out the formalities another time but for tonight you let yourselves live the night with freedom. Teary freedom with each other, kisses and touches so perfect, falling asleep entwined with puffy eyes.

“You are the truest love I could have ever imagined.” Emily whispered. “Nothing could ever take away this feeling I have for you. I think it was created for you. I think that you were made for me.”

“You will always have my heart, Em. I can only dream of one day being able to take it back.”

—

Years passed. So many years with an Emily shaped space looming near. Though she lived in the back of your mind it wasn’t uncommon for her to be the only thought your brain could focus on. But that was a different time. You hadn’t seen her since graduation and even that was merely a smile across the room, you couldn’t bear anything more, not with the inevitable ending. You’d thought it best to interact as little as possible, sparing yourselves of the agony. There was no cure for the pain, only the numbing of time.

The ding of the elevator closing behind you was the beginning of your new job, the career you’d been working towards. A bubbly blonde grinning at you from across the room caught you off guard and her excited announcement made you want to hide your face in embarrassment.

“You must be the newbie.” She smiled with quick steps carrying her towards you. “I’m Penelope Garcia.” She introduced with an excited shake of your hand with hers as she guided you towards the others.

She looked the same. Her jaw was sharper maybe and her eyes sported lines of laughter but it was still her. Emily Prentiss, the one who’d kept your heart. Perhaps you could feel the thumping in your chest again if she’d be so gracious to let you. If she could forgive you.

You didn’t quite know what to expect. Would she pretend your past was nothing, brush you off like a tarnish? Would she unleash some kind of anger she’d been holding onto, send you running, wishing you’d never even applied to this job? You felt your palms grow clammy with the way her eyes were so set on yours, unwavering for what felt like eternity.

It was like it was just the two of you, soul peering into soul. And then you had your answer, as though nothing had soured between you. Like the clock that once was broken had been repaired and the time that once controlled you was being steered into place by your own wanting hands.

She smiled that smile you’d been dreaming of for all this time; a beaming upturn of her lips that told you all she wanted you to know, that she still held your heart for safe keeping. That just seeing you again, both of you free, standing on the line of time with one foot in front of the other, was all she ever needed. You were the same people but time had changed for the better.

And in that moment, for the first time since that night, you had your heart again.

And you smiled back.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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Not That Kind of Person

Relationship: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Warnings: slight angst, slightly suggestive content, pining & soft Din

Summary: You’re on a diplomatic mission, as an ambassador for an outer rim planet, and you found companionship with Din. He feels out of place in these functions, especially when you’re around late at night you comfort him, trying your best to sooth his concerns and his heart as well.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: This has been in my brain for a while but soft Din is lovely plus today was the first day of the semester and needed him for comfort. Inspiration for this fic was Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers. I hope you enjoy! Graphic by @firefly-graphics *gif not mine* Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

******

Where’d you wanna go,

How much you wanna risk?

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts.

******

He heard your laughter floating through the room, even though there were hundreds of bodies piled on top of each other, but he found comfort in knowing you’re safe.

He made his way around the perimeter again, fingers caressing his blaster a whisper of a warning to anyone who dare cause you harm. It’s too loud, a good portion of everyone drinking heartily, eager for a chance to mingle, discuss trades, etc, etc. He sighed half in annoyance and exasperation, that is until you call out to him.

He doesn’t want or know how to admit it, but he felt out of place watching you do your political duties seeing your bright smile negotiating with the other people, not noticing the way their eyes roamed over you hungrily hoping to work their way up the ladder. You didn’t notice, but knew it was one of the side effects of the job.

Nothing escaped Din’s notice, but something about the way they stood so close to you, brushing your arm, whispering in your ear, made his blood boil. Dare say he also felt lonely, out of place, you fitted in a beautiful bird in an all too beautiful cage.

“Mando!” his hulking form turned toward you, head tilted in concern, his vision focused entirely on you in your wispy dress clinging in all the right places. He finds himself wondering what you’d feel like under his fingertips your lips parted, asking for a kiss.

A moment, an eternity, a lifetime all flash before his eyes at lightspeed, his mind reeling.

He shook these thoughts from his mind, observing the small crowd mingling about you. Others always seemed to be drawn to you, this magnetizing aura you had brought your laughter and joy made everyone feel welcome in your presence. Thats why Din rationalizes you have a hold on him as well. Nothing more but your political charms.

“I was telling Ambassador Fritz what a hero you were saving those poor villagers from getting eaten by the giant sand worm.” You smiled at him, lip twitching in a barely there smile reserved especially for him.

Something within him twinges, not that it mattered before but he couldn’t help feeling disappointed at the notion and he finds himself replying gruffly, “Just doing my job.”

The undertone didn’t pass your attentive ear. You’ve come to recognize the different influxions from his modulator, you knew something was wrong, but dare not push. Too many people are around and you don’t want them to talk and have any speculations to add to your record.

Maker knows you need any more people undermining your position, which is why you hired Mando in the first place, your relatives had insisted profusely. However, you didn’t exactly count on catching feelings for him, that in itself was an interesting revelation.

Still, the festivities surround you more inebriated people carelessly wandering and stumbling around before finding the quarters Ambassador Fitz. Too many negotiations and conversations, the small talk swam in your head. You need to clear your head.

“Let’s go back to the room, I want to see if the bed is as comfortable as Fritz says,” you reach out to lay your hand on his bicep, gripping it gently to stabilize yourself.

Open the door, silk sheets, but the main attraction was the long balcony, the material almost opaque as if you’re walking on the air.

The nigh breeze beckons you pass the curtains blowing in the breeze and what follows is probably one of the greatest sights in the galaxy. The stars of the sky in all their glory call out beckoning to you closer into their embrace. A joyous laugh spills from you before you can stop it, and you close your eyes and continue to simply be.

You feel Din’s presence familiar and warm from behind you, a familiarity and comfort. It’s what you imagined home to feel like. It sends involuntary prickles down your spine when he exhales slowly, tilting his head up to enjoy the view.

You stand there in comfortable silence, your hands gripping the railing gently, not wanting to forget te moment, the sky a lush shade of blue, darkening to inky black further along the horizon, the stars brilliant constellations, shining brighter by the moment, winking playfully, making Din’s beskar armor glimmering in the soft light.

“I’m not a hero, cyar’ika,” he says, breaking the silence. His modulated sigh is heavy, an aching sorrow following him back to the bedroom, his hand grazing your own as he passes by, as he looks up at the sky a picture of beauty serenity.

The yearning he feels to be back in the sky is artronomical, but he can’t do this, allow himself to get involved, it was stupid to think he could be anything, mean anything to you. Not that he allows himself to imagine.

You turn, meeting his armored gaze. Every wrong scenario comes to your mind. Surely he wasn’t offended at your praise. You didn’t threaten him, you weren’t that stupid to incur his wrath, hell he was hired to protect you.

“What do you call saving those villagers from the sand worm? You are and always were a hero.”

You watched his shoulders sag in defeat, each sound of the beskar ringing louder with each piece of it falling to the floor. He sighed heavily, sitting on the edge of your shared bed left in his pants and undershirt, the helmet left firmly in place, head tilted in silent question.

“You don’t believe me?” You heart ached at the notion, swiftly joining him, reaching out for his ungloved hand, gently intertwining it with yours, wanting him near to make him feel comfortable. You kiss the top of it, Din watching you expectantly.

Would you? It was a silent question really, an understanding a request and you oblige, carefully straddling his lap, his hands wrapping behind you in support.

He inhaled slowly, the modulator barely catching when he says, “Am I enough for you?”

You cupped the sides of his helmet, stroking them gently and you intake a shaky breath trying somehow to communicate how much you want him, need him, and care for him. Silently, you rest your forehead against the cool beskar, quietly marveling at its beauty, knowing the man under it was just as stunning, honed by years of battle and bounty hunting.

“If you weren’t enough for me, I wouldn’t have escaped with you in the first place. You’ve been my hero in all the time I’ve known you and even when you didn;t know I existed. You were always going to be mine.” You kissed his hands softly before the satisyiong hiss of the helmet sounds and he exhaled a shaky breath.

Warm brown eyes meet yours his usual stoic demeanor traded for him glassy eyes almost on the verge of tears. His shoulders slumped in defeat at your confession, relief combined with something beyond gratitude and adoration. He crashed into your lips, grasping the nape of your neck, the other hand falling to your waist, falling back on the bed, crushing you against him in a flurry of kisses and desperation.

Countless other kisses follow before he rolled on top of you this time, pressing you into the mattress, latching onto your neck with reckless abandon.

“Thank you…” he whispered in your ear, pausing a catch in his voice, “...thank you for believing in me.”

You couldn’t help the smile, gleeful, joyous, that formed on your face, “You don’t have to thank me, Din. You’re all I could ever want and more, my hero.

******

Just something I can turn to,

Somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this.

******

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian imagine #star wars imagine #pedro pascal

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tourturedfolkloredepartment · 6 days

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Title:the podcaster and the cannibal (rough draft)

Premise: Miriam is a true crime podcaster she been trying to solve the ripper case for awhile, always seeming a step closer to, always seeming like she gonna solve it, but when she gets a little to close to it…a surprising fan happens to come in the way of her getting closer to solving it.

Relationships: Clarice Starling/Ardelia Mapp, Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1Jmqubf9kGkWeYQXQKImL5?si=kwP_JQ91SAC9OUvw62MAEA

(Editor note: this is a rough draft idea i have and I wanna see what you guys think about it first, i kinda wanna make it kinda like a 90’s or early 2000’s horror movie but a bit different. Also thank you to @k1ngl30n for editing this for me i really appreciate it hope you guys enjoy)

(What i believe college age Miriam would look like in this)

The podcaster and the Cannibal.

How did she end up here? Why was she here? It was dark, quiet…too quiet. And she hated the quiet. She needed noise, something, anything to fill the silence in her head.

But the worst part was easily that she couldn’t feel one of her arms.

*One year earlier*

Miriam woke at the sound of her alarm, groaning and not wanting to be up so early, but she knew she had to be up for class soon – not to mention that she had an episode of her podcast to record today. Miriam was honestly kind of excited for today's episode: it was a case that was big in her hometown, and, well, the entire state she lived in.

The Chesapeake Ripper case…she’d learnt about it in her first year of college, but she’d first heard about it when she was growing up. The adults of Miriam’s hometown always told the kids to behave or the Ripper would come after them…but it was actually the other way around. The Ripper only killed adults, never children, and at some point the kids caught on and stopped believing the “fairy tale” that the adults told.

“Mir; you up? An hour before class starts..?” called Clarice, one of her roommates, knocking on her door.

She sighed. “Yeah, I’m up!” Miriam yelled, before getting out of bed and running to get dressed.

“I’ll be home early after class today, so don’t worry about dinner tonight,” Miriam said to Clarice and their other roommate Ardeila, who was Clarice's long time friend and now girlfriend. They both nodded as Clarice handed Miriam a cup of coffee. She looked a little stressed from what Miriam could tell, but before she could ask what was wrong, Clarice spoke up:

“Ardelia and I were talking about moving into a different room,” Clarice said. Miriam stopped lifting her cup to her lips, putting it back down instead.

“As in – you two are moving out?” Clarice nodded at that. Miriam knew she wasn’t the easiest person to live with, and she could be a little bossy at times, but she had tried – and now she was going to have to find new roommates, or a single room, which was a much greater deal than she’d thought she’d have to think about that morning. “Ok… when?” she asked. This time, Ardelia was the one who spoke.

“In two weeks’ time. We found a place and thought you should know before it’s final.” Miriam nodded – finding new roommates or moving would suck, honestly – she didn’t really have many other friends and she didn’t exactly like living alone…

…Especially with the paranoia from all the cases she researched and talked about. Miriam had left shortly after with a quick goodbye, wondering what she was going to do. All through her classes, she couldn’t stop thinking what would happen after Clarice and Ardeila moved out.

Although, after school, Miriam headed back to her apartment with the only thought in her head being her weekly podcast episode. At some point through the day, it replaced the alarming thought of her friends moving out.

“Hey all – welcome back to Sinister! I’m your host, Miriam Lass, and welcome to part four of the Ripper of Washington! If you’re new here on Sinister, we talk about the world’s sickest serial killers; if you missed the last three episodes, I would suggest going back and listening before finishing this one. I’d also suggest catching up on the Chesapeake Ripper case series. The script is looking like a 10 part series so far – so welcome, or welcome back; on today’s episode, we will be talking about more victims and getting more into the profile of the Ripper, as well as my own profile on the Ripper. So – enjoy!” Miriam said, before beginning to read what she found on the case.

Unbeknownst to her, a special guest had been listening to her podcast the entire time. The Ripper loved hearing the thoughts people had about himself, especially Miriam’s, as she was smart. Her profile on him was closer than the FBI’s, and it impressed him to no end – but, of course, no one could impress him more than his dear husband, Will Graham. No one was as smart as Will either, which would be why Hannibal found him to be the perfect soulmate and partner. Will understood him to the point that they were like water; blurred together.

Hannibal listened intently. He took in every piece of information Miriam had and he was frankly impressed at how well she knew him, how perfect her profile was and how…cocky she seemed. It was like she knew everything about him – but she didn’t, and Hannibal didn’t like how close she was to the truth. He would have to fix that.

#hannibal #will graham #hannigram #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal #miriam lass #clarice starling #ardelia mapp #murder husbands #Spotify

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cdub-95 · 4 months

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Corby-“Keep rubbing almost there…. come on cum for mommy….. cum all in that diaper for step mommy… I wanna wear mommy’s g/string over my diaper. Come on keep humping!!! Ahhh!!!

*opens eyes

*step mother walks into bedroom”

“Hey Corby… it’s dark in here again. You know how I feel about the lights being off in there and you having the PS5 in there after dark….”

The rooming smelling of baby powder,wipes, and petroleum jelly, and with the PS5 still hooked up she knew what was going on. My step mom always knew about my special condition, which inhibited me to wear diaper but on top of that saw my micro penis everyday…. It was both stimulating and humiliating, to have a mature milf like her change my diaper everyday.

This was my POV today after getting my little booty hole wiped clean…. She took a long look during today’s change, she’s always paranoid that I am sticking toys up there.

As of lately though i have found her much more attractive and can hardly get through a diaper change without needing a second diaper…. Fuck I was so close to cumming. Little did my step mommy know, I had a nice 3 inch plug vibrating until she came in the room and interrupted.. fuck did she look good

“Corby… this is the 3rd babysitter this month. You know I have to work from home…. I’m don’t have time with your bullshit. If the babysitter needs me tell her to text me. I have a lot of fitness videos to shoot and content to create. Oh and btw, I turned on parental setting to your phone and I found a pretty interesting picture of me on there… you like my yellow leggings. We all talk later about this…

Anyway your baby sitter Katherine is here to handle you for the afternoon.”

In comes Ms.Katherine a beautiful brunette with the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen. She takes a good look at me and doesn’t even act like I’m there.

Katherine- “So this is him, how old are you?”

Corby- “ i just turned 20”

Katherine-“And you live with your step mom?

Corby- “I mean for now… but I am still getting

a job.

Immediately I feel myself getting just dominated by this woman. I didn’t know what to say… I opened my mouth to talk and

Katherine-“ Listen I don’t give a fuck about being your babysitter… actually babysit infants and toddlers… people who need to be diapered.

But you are a special case, you don’t need to be diapered because you are innocent. You need to be diapered to be humiliated.”

Katherine walked out of the room to go grab her “phone”. I was standing in the door, more anxious and heated than ever, planning my escape I thought of grabbing stuff and going to a friends. I grab my things, phone him I’m leaving and to expect me. I was still wearing a diaper because I didn’t have time to change out of it. I turn to the living room and notice Katherine recording me.

-Katherine “where you going my sweet diaper boy, or after today call you diaper girl??

My heart sank Katherine was wearing a very revealing top and all I saw were tits the size of basketballs and her cat like face. And something else???

-Katherine “ are you starring sweet girl? That’s okay everyone does. They can’t help it, when they see tits the size of mine they just go back to infancy. Who wouldn’t I mean imagine getting to nurse these everyday?? I’ll make you a deal if you can guess my bra size, I’ll titty fuck, give you a rim job and suck you off.

😭😂😭

I know you won’t guess it, I know you probably don’t even know how to take a bra off a girl. Im not worried.”

Corby-“My heart was racing I didn’t know an appropriate bra size other than watching porn and it was just what they said I didn’t know! I have a 1 inch dick I don’t ever get pussy! Um DD?????”

Katherine-“ you have one more guess.. i recommend you get it right”

*while she squeezes her tits together and spits in her mouth to make it wet.

Katherine-“ I know you want me to swallow down your cock corby”

-Corby “Um… I would say you are a G cup!!”

Katherine-“Wrong answer..” sorry but you have to live up to your half of the bet.

**Katherine slips her top back on but comes out with a 9 inch strap on

Your heart sinks…. What is going on. I’ve only watched porn, yeah I am a perv but I’m helpless girls don’t look at me and now miss Katherine wants to peg me?

-Katherine-“you want me to change your little diaper corby hmmm? You want Miss Katherine to take care of her little girly boy??? Wipe his little boy hole and clity? Make sure he’s clean no accidents or messes…. I know it’s hard when you have a milf like your step mom walking around the house. I know you take pictures of her… and wear her thongs. What else do you do???

Feeling like I’m going to pass out, I immediately start dirty talking back. I might have a 1 inch cock but I’m going to make this last..

-Corby “I put her thongs over my diapers when I think of her!” I put them in my mouth or over my head. I need to be put in my place please mistress”

-Katherine-“ I knew you were a dirty fucker, that’s why it’s time to change your diaper. You lay right down on that blanket there. Miss needs those legs up high… what’s this? What do we have here?

A plug??? I knew, little weasel. I thought we were going to have a nice day and give you a nice orgasm.. I guess fucking not. Push that little plug out. I don’t care if it hurts get it out… Legs up”

Katherine unstraps my diaper takes the plug out of my diaper and looks at my stretched out mess.

-Katherine-“ I didn’t expect you to be plugged up, you really are a perv. I’m so happy you didn’t guess my bra size, I’m going to make you mine after you wearing that plug in my presence. You really want to fuck me? Your cock is 1 inch long, you wouldn’t know what to do if I put my tits in your face. You deserve diapers, and you will need one for a while.”

*Katherine starts applying only petroleum jelly to your ass and balls area..

* Notices that your cock is getting rock hard and balls are getting full

Katherine- “oh does little Corby like that? Getting his prostate played with. I hear you moaning already. Well how about this..

* Straps on Diaper back to Corby but with hole around the anus area

* Katherine inserts 5 inches of strap on, and makes Corby squeal.

Katherine- “I need you to be loud Corby, be loud for Miss Katherine. Stare at Miss Katherine’s big bouncing tities. You are doing so well, but I need you to cum for miss Katherine.

Cum all in your diaper. No we aren’t done yet that’s not enough cum.”

Feeling the hot mess in the front of my diaper and the KY jelly leaking out the back hole, I thought it was over and I felt that the ecstasy was going to have more very sore. Miss Katherine comes back saying that I still haven’t been properly milked.

Flipping me on my back, she stuck a pair of my step mothers g strings in my mouth and ripped both of her giant tits and hung them right over my face too. Just a minute later she was a buzzing the front of diaper with her want vibrator calling me a a slut and fucking me with her strap. I lie there fully erect with another pair of full balls.

I was no match for Katherine.

Katherine- “You little pervy fuck, you loved getting fucked by your babysitter? Just being a sitting cum dumpster. I’m shocked by the amount you actually cum. I know you couldn’t help your self from cumming like that. Look at you, all your little holes are just leaking. You are still twitching.“

**turns the vibrator on high and rubs the underneath/bottom of your diaper area

“I think she’s gunna cum again.”

-Corby” Oh fuck… I’m cumming again mum mmm mum mmmm. Fuck I’m cumminngg

**Cums*** eyes roll back in head and fills diaper completely with warm cum

*Katherine unstraps diaper and sees it’s filled with cum

Katherine-“ Little diaper slut get carried away?

I knew how much you loved that. You know who else will love it? My friends when I show them the pictures I took of you after I pegged you and officially claimed another diaper virgin.

I’ll be expecting a gift every mother’s day”

#diaper sissy #diaper regression #domme mommy

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themagicmerci · 1 year

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The freedom fighters of Voltron really should of had more screen time, they had their moments and they obviously did what they could to defend and at least slow some of the Galra’s power, but we don’t exactly get a ton on them. We do get scenes of them and their actions (begin the Blitz, Reunited, e.t.c-brief mentions/moments) it still feels they were done dirty. Te-lash obviously seemed she would have been a important member to the show if they hadn’t killed her off. (S trope to which I hate). It could have changed the story line, or maybe it wouldn’t have.

Te-ohs was the commander/leader of the freedom fighters and could have been around for hundreds of years (not too sure of how long her people live to). Building a record of successes and influence for smaller rebel groups. If she wasn’t killed off she could have given more information to the paladins and Matt. They may have ended up parting ways for Pidge to find Matt or aided them in her venture to find him. Leading to the paladins meeting the commander of the freedom fighters and possibly having a better grasp on the inner workings of the Galra empire (I’d assume she and Matt have some sort of close relationship -my guess is almost a parental one?)

Other notes I wanna just- have out but I haven’t exactly planned an actual thing to talk about them with…yet

Te-lash could have given them a hand in planning in the attacks on the Galra outposts, possibly giving an advantage to the freedom fighters when engaging. (Olia and her could work off one another as well)

Kolivan and Te-osh could have interacted and may have been able to know our (if she hadn’t known) that the cannons would have had extra shielding. This may have given them an idea and plan better then going head in. ((Kolivan may not have trusted the fighters before since he could have not had much of an interaction with them or real leader to speak with,

Olia and Ozar could have had more interaction with the paladins, thought this would disrupt the activities in future season they would have more intel and may have been able to change the events that would lead up to Lotor’s downfall. (Like a ripple it could have had them do something different from what they choose to do and how they found out certain things. Like the butterfly effect basically is what I’m saying.

The relationships and inner workings could have been seen more- the found family moments or bonds. (But seeing what happened to that with the paladins…

Anyways, I’ll make something more stable and might actually realize I’m wrong about stuff here, my brain is getting a bit fuzzy and all over the place again- ha

#;;VLD rambles #;;Rambles #VLD rambles #I ramble a lot but these are just thoughts #maybe I’ll do something like an essay post for once and stack stuff together lol #;;VLD canon rants #canon VLD rambles #Commander Te-ohs #te-osh #captain olia #lieutenant ozar #Matt holt

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dearreader · 5 months

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I agree it's too early for rep TV, but her dancers are posting black hearts everywhere

And also... I was in the crowd on Nov 12th. I'm the "eldest" swiftie I know, so everyone I talked to (I'm talking about friends/acquaintances) and gave my opinion on the Nov 10th theory wasn't really happy with what I had to say, but I never believed she would announce it that day. Everyone really hoped she would (even really "new" fans)

The feeling I got from that is that we just want to be a part of things. We wanna be a part of the rerecording history. She's touring latam for the first time, and chances are she won't come back (for reasons I can describe if needed). She'll do Mexico again, but it's unlikely she'll do Argentina/Brazil again. And we all know that. We just want announcement like the US got (twice), and like Asia will probably get and Europe too.

I understand the whole conversation about demanding too much too often from her. I really do and I think it's a very valid point and something to be discussed. I miss when there were less of us and more interested in her actual music. But please understand we don't mean harm. We never got tour dates before this, we don't get merch (shipping is crazy expensive and they let you buy one of each only so you can't even pool in money with friends to share shipping costs), and we just wanna feel like we're part of her story too.

I know you haven't said anything but I needed to put this opinion out there and maybe someone will read it and understand what's going on.

Thank you for reading 🩵

hi, thank you for sharing.

i do understand all of this, i really do, and im going to try phrasing this in a way so i don’t come off rude.

i understand that you want to be apart of re-recording history but i still think latam is apart of it (correct me if i’m wrong). but you guys got to be there when 1989TV dropped and also so many other fun moments (like chiefs on the screen). and i can’t speak on taylor returning to latam because i’m not from there and don’t want to step over the line (and i don’t think it has anything to do with the whole T4F fiasco since that was the stadiums fault and taylor wouldn’t blame brazil on that). but a majority of the people i’m seeing turn out the theories are swifties from the states who are counting her steps in the reputation set and using math to prove reputation is next. if she did announce reputation tonight i’d 100% eat my words and be excited about it as i love reputation. but i still think at the end of the day it’s an INSANE thing to ask of taylor to announce another album. we ready got two this year, one last year, a whole concert movie, and so much more. and even before midnights i saw people complaining that we hadn’t gotten any new taylor announcements and how was anyone supposed to go on if we didn’t get one (when we had gotten two surprise albums not even a year ago).

again i get what you’re saying and do not want to come off as rude or mean in anyway. being a city that she announced something that big at is a thing to remember, but i don’t think it’s right to ask her to keep announcing and releasing stuff just to make a moment and be remembered. she’s literally just a person at the end of the day and she’s still doing everything to make this a memorable concert experience for everyone there. just because latam may not get a re-recording announcement doesn’t mean it’s not anyway less apart of the history of the re-recordings like any other place.

again, thank you for sharing your opinion and telling me this as it did give me a different view on this. but i don’t think she’ll announce it tonight as it’s still crazy close to 1989tv and she’s allowed to let her projects breathe.

i hope you have a good night 🫶🏻

#i’m sorry if this came off as rude in anyway #kelly babels #love letters #anonymous #eras tour #the eras tour latam #reputation tv

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ganseysglasses · 1 year

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I’ve had boygenius brain rot since The Record was released so let me tell you what song goes to which of the raven cycle characters.

Starting with the obvious, Ronan is SO revolution 0 are you kidding?? “i don’t wanna die / that’s a lie / but i’m afraid to get sick / i don’t know what that is” so so so Ronan. ALSO “i used to think if i just closed my eyes / i would disappear” ?? enough said. revolution 0 is questioning the world you’re in and your purpose in it and if that isn’t the epitome of Ronan Lynch idk what it.

Adam is definitely Letter To An Old Poet to me. This was a really hard choice because Adam Parrish is incredibly boygenius coded but i have evidence. “you’re not special, you’re evil / you don’t get to tell me to calm down / you made me feel like an equal / but i’m better than you / and you should know that by now” it’s Adam Parrish learning who he is and that he’s more than his background, more than what he’s been told he is by his father, the other students at aglionby, and even himself. Letter To An Old Poet makes me feel like reflecting on what used to be and realizing how much time has changed everything around me. That’s just so Adam!!

I’m not SUPER confident on this one, but Noah is Anti-Curse. First of all, Noah Czerny just seems like a Julien Baker fan idk. Also kind of obvious text evidence “making peace with my inevitable death.” now i KNOW that could also be Gansey, but hear me out. Noah knew from the beginning that he was going to be gone and leave his friends over and over again (poor guy :( ) and he still MOURNED and resisted his inevitable undoing. I feel like Gansey didn’t even actually come to terms with his death. All of the Raven King was spent searching for a solution, and even though Gansey had proof he would die, he didn’t quit searching for a solution. Noah on the other hand embodies Anti-Curse and the theme of making peace with where you are. It’s really heartbreaking honesty.

Gansey boy himself is OBVIOUSLY True Blue. I have authority on this because i AM Gansey. He’s me. Anyways, i realized Gansey was true blue when i heard the line “but it feels good to be known so well / i can’t hide from you like i hide from myself” which is also when i had the idea for this post (before taking many weeks to write it out). Additionally just think about Gansey’s relationship with his friends with this verse “you’ve never done me wrong except for that one time / that we don’t talk about / because it doesn’t matter anymore / who won the fight? / I don’t know” Gansey being so willing to do anything for his friends, and ignore any fights or disagreements just to get them to stay. True Blue embodies the longing to be seen. to be known and understood and loved in despite of people seeing. And that’s a very clear character trait of Gansey’s throughout the books.

Finally, Blue Sargent herself. She’s Satanist, which i feel might be a bit of an obvious choice but it fits. Blue makes it known where she stands on everything, is very independent, and has a lot to prove, which really suits this song. The verse “will you be an anarchist with me? / sleep in cars and kill the bourgeoisie / at least until you find out what a fake i am” says it best. Blue is so desperate to be sure of herself and achieve what she wants, but there’s so much she’s not sure of. (her principles after finding her raven boys, college, careers, their quest, etc) Satanist is a song that takes a stand so confidently while having no real intention of acting upon the decisions made. Not because it doesn’t believe in the decisions or the principles behind it, but because it doesn’t believe in itself.

Anyways that’s my interpretation of the raven cycle with special guests Boygenius!

#the raven cycle #gansey #blue sargent #adam parrish #ronan lynch #noah czerny #richard gansey #boygenuis #the record #phoebe bridgers #julien baker #lucy dacus #the raven boys

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okay so not that anybody asked for this, but here is:

Gogh watches the Rocky movies - in real time (so there are spoilers but also my live reactions which are pretty amusing so enter at your own risk)

Rocky (1976)

bruh - I’d kiss the glass where the puppies are too if it didn’t weird so many people out - they’re dang cute

Oh my gosh - the group singing on the corner is a jive

he’s walking by himself down this dingy street - what’s with his screen door lol

okay so he has an apartment - he’s not a bum in the traditional meaning of the word like they’re calling him at the beginning

opens and closes the fridge lol me too

I TALKED TO MY FISH TOOOOOO YESSSS

^soft jazz playing on record player^

Oh my gosh and “Moby Dick” is their friendddd I love that they “visit”

Talking to himself - what a vibe

OHMYGOSH HES FRIENDS WITH THE SHOP OWNERS

okay so friend was a relative term

Shell shock - what a comedian

I would walk around with a stick like that too bro - let’s be friends

Hmmmm Rocky my friend, what are you doing?

nice car, sketchy bridge - like the mafia

BRUH IS THIS AN UNDERGROUND OPERATION WHAT

Rocky NO YOU CANT BE IN THIS LIL MAFIA OP

Gazzo - I thought it was Gonzo haha

“So long, meat bag” lol

“Are you deaf?” “No I’m short” ME TOO RANDOM CITIZEN

Lol breaks the lock - I love it

IT AINT HIS LOCKER WHAT it can’t be…

“You’re a tomato. I don’t run a soup kitchen” AHAHAAAAA

this is cute - she’s shy and he’s trying so hard

how does this guy know everyone like… what the heck

“I’m 30 myself” “and you’ll end up dying alone”

“I’ll take a shot” lol bro an alcohol shot is not what he meant

What a homie - that girl is just… she’s dumb don’t listen my dude

I don’t quite know how to feel about Apollo Creed lol

Gazzo may be the mafia boss but he’s nice and creepy and okay don’t like him still

ROCKYYYYYY YUSSSS - still not sure about Apollo lol

His friend just wants a job haha

“She’s very excited” - won’t make eye contact

this whole scene talking to the door lol

awww she’s all ready to go out my HEART

haha me too Rocky - haven’t ever skated

The guy calling out the time hahaaaaa

“You like the way I skate?” GAH

“Get a job, you bum!” And you need to get out of the mafia, Rocky

“Why’d I bring it up? Cause I’m dumb, that’s why.” Literally me talking to anyone lol

okay but this man’s HAIR - geez

big bugs - that’s a nope from me

“Who you wanna call?” Ghostbusters would be my answer

Yelling out the window AHAAAAA

she’s so cute my heavens and he’s being so gentle

this kissing scene man - it’s something else

“It’s a waste of life” - I have so many thoughts on this

EEK they’re so cute together :)

HE SAYS HI TO HER ON TVVVVVV GAH

I just love them okay 🥹

I have many thoughts on the line that goes something like “you know how I said those things on tv didn’t bother me none? It did.”

Gazzo *discreetly gives this man $500* like what in the world man

BRUH BE NICE ABOUT CUFF AND LINK - although if that was a reference to “Beautiful Soup” in the Alice and Wonderland book sung by the turtle then that was kinda funny

You know what I find interesting - “yeah, I got heart but I don’t have no locker” and then this guy keeps on talking

GET HIM ROCKY, GET EM “I needed your help 10 years ago”

ewwww not the egg drinkkk geh

I understand why at 4 AM but geez that makes me tired

Paulie… he ain’t very nice but at the same time he’s a homie…?

Adrian is so patient with this man I don’t even know where to begin - she’s just wanting to do what he said he’s never had before and that’s so cute

okay as much as I didn’t like Mick, he’s growing on me a little bit - a tiny smidgen original grinch heart size bit

THE DOGGGGG

Rocky lesss gooooo - this Apollo dude really isn’t worried and he probably should be

this lil dysfunctional family - ouch

I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL MOVIE FOR THIS SONG YESSSSSS

there’s the intrusive thought that “he’s gonna fall down those stairs” as he’s at the top during the song

okay but him worrying about his banner being wrong and the guy being like “it doesn’t really matter does it? I’m sure you’ll give us a great show” - that one hurt

they really aren’t expecting him to win

he’s so discouraged :(

YES ROCKY YESSSS

okay so maybe I forgot to write during the final fight scene - I was very upset when Creed won cause he’s too cocky for that sort of fight to be his - but Rocky and Adrian are so cute so I was less upset…?

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Rocky II:

okay the score for this movie is a bop

Creed you need to calm the heck down

EEK THEYRE GETTING MARRIED MY TWO FAVORITE PEOPLE AHHHHHH

“you’re the best thing to ever come into my crazy life” GAH

“I hope you never get tired of me.”

“Oh no, you ain’t never getting rid of me.” My goOd gRaCiOuS

also - dang there’s a lot of good kissing scenes in these movies

Rocky buying everything in sight my heavens dude

“hey, can you stand over there, I need to secretly talk with my wife” lol

my freaking heart okay I just love these two with my whole soul

*okay so I lost a good chunk of my notes for this movie because they didn’t save like I thought they did, which is quite unfortunate considering they were really good, so here’s kinda what I remember:

Lots and lots of respect for Mick - love this guy now

Apollo is a stuck up jerk and needs to freaking chill

I love that once Adrian tells him to win, he’s laser focused

that last fight was painful - Rocky really can’t see well out of that right eye but I love the moment he wins he’s like “Yo Adrian, I did it!”*

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Rocky III:

okay I was super into The A-Team when I was like… 15 so seeing Mr. T in this movie is an absolute joy

Hulk Hogan - what a homie BUT HES FREAKING HUGE

that fight was intense, man. geez, ya know?

they built Rocky a statueeeee - cute

Rocky, dude, stop training in a stupid public playhouse

Mick riding on the bike that Rocky is pulling reminds me of Yoda in Star Wars on Luke’s back heheheeeee

join the circus lol

Apollo Creed has calmed down quite a bit and I don’t hate him as much

MICK NO YOU CANT BE DOING THAT GAH

I can’t… I can’t even… Rocky loses and Mick dies I just cannot… it breaks my heart

Never thought I’d have the respect I have for Apollo but now I do

I love the reprise of Eye of the Tiger - good choice

yes on the training montage - not gonna lie, I’m afraid for this match though

my first thought when he finally passes Apollo on their sprint and jumps in the ocean was “ew, wet socks”

it’s funny when someone’s so focused on themselves and beating Rocky (Apollo in the first two, whatever his name is in this one) that they just… don’t win

made it past round 2 so that’s usually a good sign

that was the coolest comeback ever

ahaaaa - I find Apollo and Rocky’s lil fight at the end absolutely hysterical

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Rocky IV:

lost a lot of my notes for this one but here’s what I have

Here comes Apollo’s ego again heaven forbid

HE CANT DIE WHAT THE HECK

we can’t just keep killing all of Rocky’s mentors and friends geez

Rocky Jr. is absolutely adorable

THE RUSSIAN DOESNT USE STEROIDS MY A** - I absolutely hate that they lied about that and that’s why that man is unnaturally large

Again - I love the training montage - we get the arms on top of a mountain lets gooooooo

this fight is… it hurts me

OHMYGOSH YES ROCKY GET EMMMMMM

so proud of this guy

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Rocky V:

I have really appreciated that we go over the fight at the end of the previous movie in all the different films since Rocky II - it’s a nice lil recap and I like how it flows immediately into the next one without being choppy or anything

Losing all their money - geez

Mick left the boxing joint to Rocky Jr?? My heart

THIS WHOLE SCENE WITH MICKEY BREAKS MY HEART OH MY GOOD GRACIOUS HEAVENS

“You was the Angel” GAH

I love that the Italian Priest is still there “I love it when he does that” haha

Haha Paulie and the baseball batttttt

stupid stupid Tommy Gunn leaving Rocky behind

Rocky Jr - the whole angst with him feeling forgotten by Rocky breaks my heart

HOME TEAM HOME TEAM

“I loved you man, do you know that?” eek my heart

EEK THE VISION OF MICKEY - I’m not crying, you are

“Get up you son of a bitch - cause Mickey loves ya” AHHHHHH

This man has so much grit - I love the theme song good gracious

his poor family is watching oh my heart

ROCKY ROCKY ROCKY

oh my gosh the sucker punch to Duke is almost *almost* better than him beating Tommy “Sue me for what?”

THE ITALIAN PRIEST YES

Good gracious he gives the kid the cufflink from Mickeyyyyyy

“You’re gonna love Picasso.”

“Ah yeah, well I love almost everybody.”

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hope somebody enjoyed this nonsensical rant - in conclusion, I absolutely loved these movies with my whole soul - all of it was just amazing

I will be adding some songs from the soundtrack to my playlist haha

Mickey is my favorite character (besides literally everyone else of course haha)

Favorite movie out of the five… I can’t choose one dang it - but I’ve watched the first one a few times already so I could say that one…?

they’re just… they’re so good and are turning into comfort films for me (which is good cause I needed a new set of comfort films haha)

#rocky #rocky ii #rocky iii #rocky iv #rocky v #Rocky spoilers #Gogh watches Rocky #Gogh watches things

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tinyinvadr · 1 year

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Next chapter’s up!

Ch. 1

The Lone Lumin

Chapter 2

I was sent to the guidance office today.

I know attempting to strangle a classmate is against the skool rules, but I figured that didn’t apply in the case of an alien threat. Dib even looked a little shocked when he saw me grab Zim by the throat.

There wasn’t much else to do but sit through a lecture from the guidance counselor. Thankfully, it didn’t go on for too long. She seemed a little nervous, and she did mention that she’s new to the skool staff ever since the previous counselor went missing without a trace.

I’m also lucky she was so nervous that she forgot to ask me for my parents’ contact information. That’s one setback I didn’t account for. The skool kind of just accepted me the day I showed up, but I don’t really have a cover story outside of skool.

I don’t see much purpose in living in a human house. It would be more convincing, sure, but my home is meant to be my private space where I don’t have to pretend to be human. It’s easier to just live in my ship.

After the skool closes, I sneak out the back door and park behind the dumpster. I just make sure to set my alarm early so I can move before anyone sees me there. It’s not ideal, it’s cold and it smells really bad, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I’ve been through much worse, after all.

Anyway, I ran into Dib after leaving the guidance office.

“Uh… what was that back there? I mean, I get what you were trying to do, but don’t you think it’s a little too direct?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t think I’d get in trouble. I only did what anyone would do if they saw one of those hideous Irkens. But everyone here’s too oblivious.”

Dib sighed. “Tell me about it. I think you’re the only person who isn’t…” He trailed off, lost in thought.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

He looked like he was hesitant to speak, so I took a few steps back.

“Actually, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you. For the past couple days, I don’t know if it’s all in my head, or if this is just a really common thing for me for some reason, but I don’t think you’ve been completely honest with me.”

My heart skipped a beat. No. Not again. How did he figure it out so fast? Where did I slip up?

“Bek… I don’t think you’re a bad person, but my track record with people isn’t great. If you’ve been humoring me to spare my feelings, you wouldn’t be the first. But you don’t need to go this far with it. It’s okay, I can deal with this on my own. You don’t have to pretend to care about something just because you feel bad for me.”

Huh. He was way off. Good for me, but also a bit concerning.

“I’m not pretending. I really do wanna help you stop him. I don’t really know what happened to you in the past, but I do know that this is important to me, and it seems important to you, too. I’m not faking anything.”

For a second, it seemed like he was satisfied with that response, but his expression quickly became skeptical.

“Then why does it still feel like you are?”

Dib approached me, and I backed up until I was up against the wall of lockers behind me. He was looking me right in the eyes, almost as if he could see me through my ship’s cover. But that was impossible.

“Sometimes, I feel like I can see something in your eyes, and I don’t know what it is. You seem genuine, but you’re still lying. Why?”

Never mind, he was close. WAY too close.

“Are you-?”

Before he could get the question out, the bell rang, and a stampede of students came rushing through the hall, shoving him out of my way. During the chaos, I made my escape through the back door and settled into my hiding place.

I really hated that it had to end like this. Over the past few days, I really started to believe that Dib could possibly be my friend, but it’s no longer safe to talk to him. Between him and Zim, it’s for the best I find a new planet. It hasn’t even been a week and I have to leave again.

I don’t know what’s worse: what happened at skool, or the dream I had afterwards.

I saw Dib, but it was like nothing was ever wrong. I climbed out of my ship and into his hands, as if it were the most normal thing ever. We sat and exchanged stories about our experiences with struggling to fit in and fighting off aliens, and it felt amazing. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was understood, and I was able to provide that for Dib, too.

Then I woke up in this cruel reality where that can never be the case. We’ll both continue to be alone and miserable, all because I can’t take the risk and fully trust him to know the truth.

I was about to leave skool, and Earth, forever, when I was suddenly alerted by someone shouting. When I turned around, it was none other than Zim.

“Hey! You’re the monster that tried to kill me yesterday!”

I scoffed. He really had to get the last word in, didn’t he?

“Yep, that’s me. And I’d do it again.”

He started to pace in circles around me. Normally, I would’ve been intimidated, but I was so done with everything at that point that it didn’t faze me.

“You’re different from the other humans. You’re like Dib, but worse, if that’s even possible. It’s too soon to determine what exactly you are, if you’re a threat to my mission or a minor annoyance, but either way, I think it’s time we establish some ground rules.”

He gripped the neck of my ship, attempting to choke me like I did to him.

“Rule number one, stay out of my- HEY! Wait a minute! Why aren’t you writhing in pain? Isn’t a restricted windpipe supposed to be agonizing?”

At that, I just laughed. He couldn’t get to me. He was so clueless. Even if Dib knew my secret, it still felt good to watch as Zim desperately tried to attack me, completely oblivious to the fact that it’s just a suit.

The Irken let go, horrified. “You… What ARE you!? How are you laughing at this!?”

“You can’t hurt me, Zim.” I said, still getting over my last fit of laughter. “I’m too strong for you.”

Infuriated, he attempted to punch me, which also failed, causing him to pull his arm back in pain.

“I don’t understand… Why aren’t you a squishy meat bag like the others? It’s almost like you’re a robot.”

At that point, I was ready to make a run for it, since he was starting to get too close to the truth. But oddly enough, he brushed off the robot thought not even a second after it came to mind.

“You must be one of those super humans from those awful movies GIR watches. As much as I hate you, your power is quite impressive. I must have it.”

His PAK legs burst out, and he wrapped them around me like a spider. Unfortunately for me, Irken PAK legs are about the same strength as Lumin camouflage ships, so I wasn’t escaping his clutches easily. I couldn’t fight my way out, but if I could get him to retract the legs of his own accord, then I could make a run for it.

“Get away from her, Zim!”

Dib rushed in and tried to pull the metal spider legs away from me, but even with his assistance, there was no getting out.

“Hate to break it to you, Dib, but I need this human. And after she’s out of the way, I’ll be one step closer to taking over your miserable planet!”

“Uh… no you won’t. You weren’t any closer to destroying the Earth before she showed up. What makes you think getting rid of just one of us is gonna-”

“SILENCE!!!”

The two of them kept arguing back and forth, all while I was still trapped. I kept struggling until I noticed something strange. The sky was getting dark. Suddenly, Zim’s legs retracted as he let out a scream.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain today! Now I’ve gotta go get paste! Grrr… this isn’t over!”

He ran off, just as drops of water started to fall from the sky. Dib let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one. We’re lucky it started raining.”

While I couldn’t feel the water droplets from inside my ship, I could hear them pounding against the walls outside, and I couldn’t help but worry about what might happen if any drops got inside where all the electric wiring is.

And just like clockwork, I got a notification on the main control panel that water was starting to seep in through the right wrist seam, and it was shorting out.

Before Dib could notice, I hid my hand behind my back, but the awful shocking noises could still easily be heard.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. What are you doing out by the dumpster, anyway?”

My mind went blank. I couldn’t think of anything to say as the control panel blared at me that multiple points of the ship were starting to fill with water. The sound of electric shocks got louder and louder, and it sounded like they were starting rise up into the head compartment. There was no choice, I had to evacuate.

“Uh… Bek? What’s going on? It sounds like something’s shorting out.”

I didn’t bother to respond. I simply ran for the ladder leading out to the exit on top of the head, and climbed out, leaving my ship without a pilot.

It was cold and dark underneath the beanie I used to conceal the exit door. For a minute, I considered revealing myself, but I decided against it, and leapt into a bush while Dib was distracted.

I made it out just in time as the ship let out a horrible noise and tipped over, collapsing on the ground.

“BEK!” Dib screamed, rushing to the ship’s side. He examined it, attempting to check its pulse, but he got nothing.

“What happened? Oh my god, what happened?” He kept quietly mumbling to himself as he looked the ship over. He really seemed concerned about me. I really hated to scare him like this, but I couldn’t let him see the real me.

“Bek… no… I-I’m sorry about the stuff I said yesterday. I know you’re probably an alien, and you were just scared to tell me, but I was never gonna hurt you, I promise! Please, wake up… you’re my only friend…”

I felt my heart shatter at those words. He really was my friend, and he didn’t care that I wasn’t human. And there he was, crying his eyes out because he thought I was dead. I had to fix this.

“Dib? It’s okay, I’m still here.” I called out. He looked around, confused.

“Bek? What’s going on?”

I swallowed the last bit of fear in me, and pushed my way through the branches of the bush.

“That’s not me, that’s just my ship. I’m in the bushes now.”

His eyes met mine, and he went silent. He started to walk towards me, but I pushed my arms out in protest.

“Please, not too close. I’m not ready.”

Dib stopped, but continued staring at me, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Wow… You’re, uh… smaller than I thought you’d be. N-Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course. I just… I’ve seen my share of different aliens before, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like you. What… are you? Sorry if that sounded rude, but uh… yeah…”

And just like that, I told him everything. There was still a little voice inside me screaming at me not to, but after everything that happened, and the fact that he didn’t immediately try to grab me and actually respected my distance, I decided it was okay. After all, we both had a common enemy. It wouldn’t make sense for us to fight each other when there’s an Irken we have to deal with.

“I really don’t think I should stay here, though. It’s too dangerous to stay if people know what I am, and Zim’s already started to catch on. Although, it does seem I’ll be stranded for a while until I can repair my ship. But until I do that, I have no cover, so I guess I’m just doomed.”

“Bek, wait. You don’t have to go. I won’t tell anyone. And even if Zim finds out, you’ve still got me to help fend him off. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

“You’re… really willing to cover for me? Even after I lied to you?”

Dib have a reassuring smile. “Of course. You were just scared. I would’ve done the same thing. But it’s okay now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to help fix the ship, but I can at least help hide you, and you can stay at my house too if you want to. I… assume this is where you’ve been living.”

I chuckled. “Yep. Guilty. But seriously, thanks. No one’s ever been this nice to me before, so…”

“Yep. I can, uh, get you out of the bushes whenever you’re ready.”

Oh. Right. I didn’t consider that in order to hide me, Dib would be picking me up. Uh… that’s fine, I guess… Yep, totally okay with that, not terrifying at all!

#giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #g/t community #invader zim

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literaticat · 1 year

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Hey Jenn! Question about agents vs schmagents, a few months ago I queried a new agent, got a full request that was ultimately rejected, but she asked to see another manuscript I was working on once it was done. But since then, she’s signed on almost 20ish clients in the last 5 months (all announced on Twitter.) Since then, she’s stated how complicated submissions are with so many authors on her list, and I’m kinda getting the vibe she may be more of a schmagent than I originally thought. She comes from a reputable agency, and they have a pretty good track record for the most part, but the devil on my shoulder is telling me she may be in a little over her head. Am I wrong for thinking this way and not wanting to query her again, or is signing almost 20 clients right off the back not as big of a red flag as I think it is?

I don't think there is a magic number that is "too much" -- I just have no idea what this particular agent can or cannot handle, what these particular clients write or illustrate, etc. When I was new I probably ramped up to 20 or so in the first year. And there were definitely times when I was still twiddling my thumbs and scouring the inbox, because I was waiting for people to revise and had sold the things that were on submission!

If she's with a good agency, it's probably fine - - if she gets "in over her head" she could always just close to queries and catch up, no? It IS complicated to do submissions, and it sounds like she is just figuring out why, and what works for her, which is something we all have to do.

But listen - I don't have any horse in this race, I don't who you are talking about and I'm not here to defend a stranger or encourage you to pursue something where I have no idea what the deal is.

So like -- You have brains and a gut instinct. If you feel like you want to wait and see and maybe query her another time if she seems to be doing great - fine. If you get sketch vibes and don't wanna query her at all, that's fine too. You aren't obligated to query anyone you don't want to query, for any reason or no reason whatsoever!

If you want to query, go for it. Even if she offers -- which is a big IF -- you'd be able to have a conversation with her, ask her questions, etc -- and you could decide at that point. You aren't obligated to sign with an agent you don't vibe with just because you get an offer.

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Scripts - S07 - Episode 4 (Part 2 of 2)

Terrace chat with Raf

You sit down beside Rafael.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Sorry to pull you away like that, {0}, just need to talk to you.

PLAYER_IDLE: About what, Raf?

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Well, I’m just feeling a bit odd after all that Raunchy Races stuff.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: It felt so strange imagining Daphne having fun without me.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: And I know you probably don’t want to hear me going on about her, but…

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I feel like I need to address this stuff sooner or later.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Me and Daphne have been together from day one.

RAFAEL_IDLE: This is the first time we’ve been apart.

RAFAEL_IDLE: And it feels weird to think that she could move on from me so quickly.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Do you think Daphne was just stringing me along?

She probably never liked you

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe she never liked you and was just with you until someone else came in?

RAFAEL_SAD: I mean, you could be right about that.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I do have a habit of falling pretty fast.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: And sometimes for the wrong people.

Don’t give up just yet

PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t worry about it.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was only a game, it doesn't mean anything.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Maybe you’re right. Sorry for bringing this up.

I’d rather talk about me

PLAYER_IDLE: Daphne who? I’d rather talk about me!

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {0}.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I’ll try to focus on Casa Amor now instead.

Rafael looks over the terrace and down at the rest of Casa Amor.

RAFAEL_IDLE: This whole thing reminds me of something.

PLAYER_IDLE: Reminds you of what?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Back at the beginning of summer, I think it was on the second day.

RAFAEL_IDLE: We’d all just about started to settle in.

RAFAEL_IDLE: And we had a bombshell enter the villa and things really got shaken up.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Shaken up?

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, things were tense to say the least!

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: A lot of drama kicked off around then and everyone was involved.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Hearing about our summer so far will be pretty revealing about the boys.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Might help you come to some decisions on how to play things.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Plus it’s a nice excuse to spend some more time together alone.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Wanna hear the deets?

*Tell me all about it

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I’m interested to hear about that.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Great, settle in and I’ll spill the tea.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Might be good for me to chat about it. Figure out how I’m feeling.

PLAYER_IDLE: Go ahead.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Ok, so…

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Lemme paint the picture for you.

RAFAEL_IDLE: It was the second afternoon in the villa.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Alex and Bryson were making smoothies in the kitchen.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Me and Joyo were in the pool.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Daphne and the girls were watching from the loungers.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I was sort of showing off.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh yeah? How?

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Handstands in the water, intense backstroke with my eyes closed.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I was kicking my feet super vigorously to propel me.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Joyo wasn’t impressed.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds like you were all having fun.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: We were!

RAFAEL_SERIOUS: Then out of nowhere, in strolls this insanely hunky stud of a guy.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: It’s awkward actually. I was under the water…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Doing what exactly?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Trying to beat my own record for holding my breath.

RAFAEL_SAD: Daphne was supposed to be timing me.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: But when I finally resurfaced, there she was chatting to this Adonis.

RAFAEL_SAD: I think I beat my record too! Guess I’ll never know.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Anyway, it was pretty embarrassing.

RAFAEL_IDLE: He was charming the girls, and I was dripping sadly in the pool…

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Goggles firmly in place like some sort of overgrown fish boy.

I’m sorry, that’s hilarious

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m so sorry, but that sounds hilarious.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s just the way you described it.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can just see it now, fish boy extraordinaire…

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Literally!

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Glad somebody’s getting a laugh out of it.

Oops, that sounds kinda childish

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oops, that sounds kinda childish. I’m cringing.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Yeah, thanks for the sympathy, {0}.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: It was silly though.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Fish boy vs Greek God.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Big yikes.

I’m sure you played it off

PLAYER_IDLE: Aw no! I’m sure you played it off well though?

RAFAEL_IDLE: You’d think that wouldn’t you…

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You didn’t?

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Well, I tried. Everybody was too distracted by the bombshell though.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Annoyingly, Cassius was really nice.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Cassius?! What a name.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Exactly! I could sort of see in Daphne’s eyes that she liked him.

RAFAEL_SAD: She had this little glimmer in there.

PLAYER_IDLE: What happened next?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Later that evening he got a text.

RAFAEL_SAD: It said that he had to steal a girl right there and then.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Leaving one boy single.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I’m sure you can guess who he chose…

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Daphne?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Yup.

RAFAEL_SAD: So I was single right before bedtime. Sad times.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Then it got worse.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How?

RAFAEL_IDLE: She pulled me aside and told me she was gonna give him a chance.

RAFAEL_SAD: She said it was only night two.

RAFAEL_IDLE: She ended up sharing a bed with him that night.

RAFAEL_SAD: I slept outside. Alex was a total bro. He kept checking in on me.

Bless ya

PLAYER_SAD: Aw, bless ya! That must have been kinda sucky.

RAFAEL_SAD: Honestly it was.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I felt like we’d hit it off so majorly.

RAFAEL_SAD: For her to get stolen that quickly.

RAFAEL_IDLE: By like the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.

RAFAEL_IDLE: It was not fun.

You get attached way too fast

PLAYER_IDLE: You really do get attached waaaaaay too fast.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: This was the day after you met her!

RAFAEL_IDLE: I’ve been honest and said that’s how I can be.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Maybe it’s a flaw, something I gotta work out in my own time.

RAFAEL_IDLE: But I can’t help the way I felt.

Sorry she did that

PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry that she did that to you. It’s not nice.

RAFAEL_SAD: I guess I have to respect that it was only day two.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Even though I hated every second of it.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I got in there first the next morning, made her a strawberry smoothie.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Cassius was stressed.

PLAYER_IDLE: Did anything happen between them?

RAFAEL_IDLE: She said it didn’t.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: But then there was this kissing challenge in the afternoon.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I was sweating.

RAFAEL_SAD: I think Daphne just went with the moment.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Uh oh.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: She kissed Cassius instead of me.

RAFAEL_SAD: It was rough.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: How did you feel?

RAFAEL_SERIOUS: A bit jealous.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I know it wasn’t that deep but still.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was right in front of you.

RAFAEL_SAD: That’s the thing.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: The boys had my back though.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Alex recruited Joyo and Bryson to distract Cassius.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: So that I could focus on winning Daph back!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How did they distract him?

RAFAEL_HAPPY: He was a smart guy.

RAFAEL_IDLE: But a tad naive.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Alex summoned him over to the firepit.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Where Joyo started a big conversation about literature.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Then Bryson started mispronouncing book titles on purpose.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Apparently Cassius mentioned that he used to be a spelling bee champ.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Which led to what we now refer to as…

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: The great Love Island spelling bee.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Alex got all serious and put his glasses on.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Bryson did the sound effects. A ping for correct answers.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: A wha-whaaaaaa for incorrect answers.

RAFAEL_IDLE: And Joyo was his competitor.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Wow… Who won?

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Joyo…

PLAYER_IDLE: No way!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: It was great, I got to talk to Daphne properly.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: We got back on track.

That was so cute of them!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That was so cute of them to do that for you!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Seems like you’ve found some real mates.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: They’re the best boys.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I don’t know what I’d do without them.

That was pretty shady of them

PLAYER_IDLE: That was pretty shady of them.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Not giving the bombshell a chance.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Hmmm, well you’re not the only one who thought that.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Geri and Willow found out about the plan, and told Cassius.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Was he upset?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Yup, he said we were all snakes.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Geri and Willow were annoyed with Bryson and Joyo too.

RAFAEL_IDLE: So, their couplings were looking less than perfect.

RAFAEL_SAD: They thought it was unfair to sabotage Cassius before he’d had a chance.

RAFAEL_IDLE: He went home a few days later.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oops.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Estelle thought it was banter though.

RAFAEL_IDLE: She told Alex it was cute that he’d been there for me like that.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Alex actually told me Estelle wanted to get close to him in bed that night.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: But he just wasn’t quite feeling it with her.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Anyway, that’s the story.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I’m just kinda wondering whether that whole thing was a red flag.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Maybe I shouldn’t have focused so hard on Daphne.

It was defo a red flag

PLAYER_IDLE: I think that’s a red flag.

PLAYER_IDLE: She got distracted from you so quickly.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Who knows what she might be doing back in the villa.

RAFAEL_SAD: That has been on my mind a lot.

She did nothing wrong

PLAYER_IDLE: In my eyes, she did nothing wrong.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was day two.

RAFAEL_SAD: I’m just wondering whether she could be doing the same sort of thing now.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Back in the villa.

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s a different thing, I guess.

There are other girls

PLAYER_FLIRTY: There are other girls, ya know.

PLAYER_IDLE: Besides Daphne.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Of course.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I’m chatting to a particularly gorgeous one right now as it happens!

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: In fact, I shared a bed with her last night.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Lucky you.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Very.

Enough about Daphne

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve heard enough about Daphne for now.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {0}.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I’ve blabbed on for long enough.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: There are other girls here I should focus on.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I’m chatting to a particularly gorgeous one right now as it happens!

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: In fact, I shared a bed with her last night.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Lucky you.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Very.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Just wanted to thank you for having this chat with me, {0}.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: I’m really enjoying getting to know you so far.

Flirt with Raf

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Same here, it’s not surprising though.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I always get on well with gorgeous guys.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Trying to make me blush, {0}?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m just stating facts, Raf.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here’s another one, I think you and I could have a lot of fun together.

Rafael momentarily breaks eye contact as he takes in every feature of yours.

His eyes briefly move to your lips, before meeting your gaze again.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: You are temptation personified, {0}.

He leans in but catches himself, shifting back to a respectful distance.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Temptation personified? That’s a new one, I kinda like it.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Being in Casa Amor with you is definitely going to make things interesting.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Meaning?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Meaning that I came into Casa sure my head wouldn’t turn.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And…

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Well, let’s just say you’re making me a lot less sure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Interesting.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Maybe I’ll tell you more later.

End the chat

PLAYER_HAPPY: So am I!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think we’ll all have a good time here.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Me too!

I’m not interested

PLAYER_IDLE: Not thanks, I’ll pass.

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: Really? This is pretty interesting.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: It might explain how you and the Casa Amor girls are outdoing the villa girls.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Or give you more info to help you get back to the main villa.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Are you sure you don’t want to hear about this?

*Ok, let’s hear it

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I’m interested to hear about that.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Great, settle in and I’ll spill the tea.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Might be good for me to chat about it. Figure out how I’m feeling.

PLAYER_IDLE: Go ahead.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Ok, so…

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Lemme paint the picture for you.

RAFAEL_IDLE: It was the second afternoon in the villa.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Alex and Bryson were making smoothies in the kitchen.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Me and Joyo were in the pool.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Daphne and the girls were watching from the loungers.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I was sort of showing off.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh yeah? How?

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Handstands in the water, intense backstroke with my eyes closed.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I was kicking my feet super vigorously to propel me.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Joyo wasn’t impressed.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds like you were all having fun.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: We were!

RAFAEL_SERIOUS: Then out of nowhere, in strolls this insanely hunky stud of a guy.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: It’s awkward actually. I was under the water…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Doing what exactly?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Trying to beat my own record for holding my breath.

RAFAEL_SAD: Daphne was supposed to be timing me.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: But when I finally resurfaced, there she was chatting to this Adonis.

RAFAEL_SAD: I think I beat my record too! Guess I’ll never know.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Anyway, it was pretty embarrassing.

RAFAEL_IDLE: He was charming the girls, and I was dripping sadly in the pool…

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Goggles firmly in place like some sort of overgrown fish boy.

I’m sorry, that’s hilarious

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m so sorry, but that sounds hilarious.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s just the way you described it.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can just see it now, fish boy extraordinaire…

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Literally!

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Glad somebody’s getting a laugh out of it.

Oops, that sounds kinda childish

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oops, that sounds kinda childish. I’m cringing.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Yeah, thanks for the sympathy, {0}.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: It was silly though.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Fish boy vs Greek God.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Big yikes.

I’m sure you played it off

PLAYER_IDLE: Aw no! I’m sure you played it off well though?

RAFAEL_IDLE: You’d think that wouldn’t you…

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You didn’t?

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Well, I tried. Everybody was too distracted by the bombshell though.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Annoyingly, Cassius was really nice.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Cassius?! What a name.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Exactly! I could sort of see in Daphne’s eyes that she liked him.

RAFAEL_SAD: She had this little glimmer in there.

PLAYER_IDLE: What happened next?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Later that evening he got a text.

RAFAEL_SAD: It said that he had to steal a girl right there and then.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Leaving one boy single.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I’m sure you can guess who he chose…

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Daphne?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Yup.

RAFAEL_SAD: So I was single right before bedtime. Sad times.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Then it got worse.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How?

RAFAEL_IDLE: She pulled me aside and told me she was gonna give him a chance.

RAFAEL_SAD: She said it was only night two.

RAFAEL_IDLE: She ended up sharing a bed with him that night.

RAFAEL_SAD: I slept outside. Alex was a total bro. He kept checking in on me.

Bless ya

PLAYER_SAD: Aw, bless ya! That must have been kinda sucky.

RAFAEL_SAD: Honestly it was.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I felt like we’d hit it off so majorly.

RAFAEL_SAD: For her to get stolen that quickly.

RAFAEL_IDLE: By like the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.

RAFAEL_IDLE: It was not fun.

You get attached way too fast

PLAYER_IDLE: You really do get attached waaaaaay too fast.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: This was the day after you met her!

RAFAEL_IDLE: I’ve been honest and said that’s how I can be.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Maybe it’s a flaw, something I gotta work out in my own time.

RAFAEL_IDLE: But I can’t help the way I felt.

Sorry she did that

PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry that she did that to you. It’s not nice.

RAFAEL_SAD: I guess I have to respect that it was only day two.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Even though I hated every second of it.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I got in there first the next morning, made her a strawberry smoothie.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Cassius was stressed.

PLAYER_IDLE: Did anything happen between them?

RAFAEL_IDLE: She said it didn’t.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: But then there was this kissing challenge in the afternoon.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I was sweating.

RAFAEL_SAD: I think Daphne just went with the moment.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Uh oh.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: She kissed Cassius instead of me.

RAFAEL_SAD: It was rough.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: How did you feel?

RAFAEL_SERIOUS: A bit jealous.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I know it wasn’t that deep but still.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was right in front of you.

RAFAEL_SAD: That’s the thing.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: The boys had my back though.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Alex recruited Joyo and Bryson to distract Cassius.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: So that I could focus on winning Daph back!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How did they distract him?

RAFAEL_HAPPY: He was a smart guy.

RAFAEL_IDLE: But a tad naive.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Alex summoned him over to the firepit.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Where Joyo started a big conversation about literature.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Then Bryson started mispronouncing book titles on purpose.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Apparently Cassius mentioned that he used to be a spelling bee champ.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Which led to what we now refer to as…

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: The great Love Island spelling bee.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Alex got all serious and put his glasses on.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Bryson did the sound effects. A ping for correct answers.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: A wha-whaaaaaa for incorrect answers.

RAFAEL_IDLE: And Joyo was his competitor.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Wow… Who won?

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Joyo…

PLAYER_IDLE: No way!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: It was great, I got to talk to Daphne properly.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: We got back on track.

That was so cute of them!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That was so cute of them to do that for you!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Seems like you’ve found some real mates.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: They’re the best boys.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I don’t know what I’d do without them.

That was pretty shady of them

PLAYER_IDLE: That was pretty shady of them.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Not giving the bombshell a chance.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Hmmm, well you’re not the only one who thought that.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Geri and Willow found out about the plan, and told Cassius.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Was he upset?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Yup, he said we were all snakes.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Geri and Willow were annoyed with Bryson and Joyo too.

RAFAEL_IDLE: So, their couplings were looking less than perfect.

RAFAEL_SAD: They thought it was unfair to sabotage Cassius before he’d had a chance.

RAFAEL_IDLE: He went home a few days later.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oops.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Estelle thought it was banter though.

RAFAEL_IDLE: She told Alex it was cute that he’d been there for me like that.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Alex actually told me Estelle wanted to get close to him in bed that night.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: But he just wasn’t quite feeling it with her.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Anyway, that’s the story.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: I’m just kinda wondering whether that whole thing was a red flag.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Maybe I shouldn’t have focused so hard on Daphne.

It was defo a red flag

PLAYER_IDLE: I think that’s a red flag.

PLAYER_IDLE: She got distracted from you so quickly.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Who knows what she might be doing back in the villa.

RAFAEL_SAD: That has been on my mind a lot.

She did nothing wrong

PLAYER_IDLE: In my eyes, she did nothing wrong.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was day two.

RAFAEL_SAD: I’m just wondering whether she could be doing the same sort of thing now.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Back in the villa.

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s a different thing, I guess.

There are other girls

PLAYER_FLIRTY: There are other girls, ya know.

PLAYER_IDLE: Besides Daphne.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Of course.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I’m chatting to a particularly gorgeous one right now as it happens!

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: In fact, I shared a bed with her last night.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Lucky you.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Very.

Enough about Daphne

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve heard enough about Daphne for now.

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {0}.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I’ve blabbed on for long enough.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: There are other girls here I should focus on.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I’m chatting to a particularly gorgeous one right now as it happens!

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: In fact, I shared a bed with her last night.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Lucky you.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Very.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Just wanted to thank you for having this chat with me, {0}.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: I’m really enjoying getting to know you so far.

Flirt with Raf

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Same here, it’s not surprising though.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I always get on well with gorgeous guys.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Trying to make me blush, {0}?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m just stating facts, Raf.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here’s another one, I think you and I could have a lot of fun together.

Rafael momentarily breaks eye contact as he takes in every feature of yours.

His eyes briefly move to your lips, before meeting your gaze again.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: You are temptation personified, {0}.

He leans in but catches himself, shifting back to a respectful distance.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Temptation personified? That’s a new one, I kinda like it.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Being in Casa Amor with you is definitely going to make things interesting.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Meaning?

RAFAEL_IDLE: Meaning that I came into Casa sure my head wouldn’t turn.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And…

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Well, let’s just say you’re making me a lot less sure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Interesting.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Maybe I’ll tell you more later.

End the chat

PLAYER_HAPPY: So am I!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think we’ll all have a good time here.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Me too!

Still not interested

PLAYER_IDLE: Seriously, I don’t want to hear about it.

RAFAEL_SAD: That’s a shame, but it’s your choice I guess.

Rafael stands up.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Thanks for listening to me, {0}.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I hope I haven’t put you off me, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I don’t usually flirt with people I’m put off of.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: That’s good to know

RAFAEL_IDLE: It was nice having somebody to talk to.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Snack time for me now though.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I’ll see you later, yeah?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bye Raf.

He leaves you sunbathing on the terrace.

A little later on in the day, you’re still chilling when Bonnie appears and pulls you for a chat.

BONNIE_IDLE: {0}, I need to tell you something.

Bonnie leads you over to the loungers, her eyes are wide.

She sits opposite you and leans in, her voice lowered.

BONNIE_SERIOUS: Guess what I just heard…

PLAYER_IDLE: What?

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Summer literally just told me she kissed one of the boys.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: No way?

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I don’t know why I’m whispering to be honest.

BONNIE_IDLE: I’m pretty sure she wanted you to know.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: In fact, I kinda think she wanted me to tell you.

No surprises there

PLAYER_SERIOUS: No surprises there!

BONNIE_IDLE: Yeah, I agree.

BONNIE_IDLE: Can’t blame her for going after what she wants.

Why would I care?

PLAYER_IDLE: Why does she think I would even care?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: My world doesn’t revolve around her.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Honestly, I just think she just likes being front and centre.

BONNIE_IDLE: You’re her competition for the spotlight.

She’s too much

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: She’s too much honestly.

PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t with her.

BONNIE_IDLE: She is a lot.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: She’s definitely bringing the drama.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m wondering who she kissed though…

BONNIE_IDLE: Me too.

BONNIE_IDLE: Though I’m not massively bothered yet.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Somebody else has been catching my eye.

Your phone pings!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s me!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got a text!

The other Islanders flock over from different parts of the villa. Summer whizzes over at lightning speed.

SUMMER_HAPPY: What does it say?

LITEXT: Girls, it’s time to get ready for some dates! Each girl will have the chance to date every boy. {0}GraftGirlsGraft {1}CasaChances

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Well, this is interesting timing.

UMA_HAPPY: Dates, finally!

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Line up, girls. I’m sure everyone will want to pick me first.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: Or maybe you wanna save the best till last.

ALEX_FLIRTY: I’m really looking forward to some good dates, fun chats…

JOYO_FLIRTY: Some mild to major flirting.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Some fun! Maybe food!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: It’ll be good to get even closer to the boys, if you get what I mean…

NARRATOR: I think we all know what Summer means. Subtlety isn’t her forte.

NARRATOR: Earlier she tried to lure Joyo over by winking and batting her eyes.

NARRATOR: He thought she had something in her eye and tried to administer eye drops.

NARRATOR: But will the boys be dropping their OG partners for the new girls?

NARRATOR: And who will be eyeing up who on their dates?

NARRATOR: Find out next time on Love Island.

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Info Weasel's Last Goodbye | Erik A | Trial 3 Vote Reaction 2 | Re: Eureka, Byrne, etc

Erik A looks to Erisu, wanting to say something to her about the Eureka and Azr situation but deciding it might be better to in private, since he’ll actually get the chance with her. So for now he gives a little nod, and once he catches her line of sight signs [Talk later] in ASL for her, which translates automatically. He imagines she might need a bit to recover after this, too.

Then he looks back as Eureka looks over him, analyzing him. And damn, what a thing to say, huh? The wording there definitely rubs him the wrong way a bit. Not to mention, claiming that he was once more responsible for Ae-ra’s behavior changes after she had just not only chosen to kill someone but also been killed herself as well. He can’t be sure if she means it that, but given the circumstances, boy is it still reminiscent of the time Byrne blamed him for Ae-ra getting hurt by Arakiel once from his influence affecting her. Thankfully, he’d already managed to talk that one out with the guy, though. He also offers a nod Byrne’s way for the acknowledgement there too.

“Mmm, nah, I didn’t ‘fix’ shit. Honestly I think the idea that one person can ‘fix’ another is kinda fucked up, just like trying to do it on purpose is, yeah? So nah. I’m sure as fuck just some human and not a wrench, and same for the other way around. If me being around someone makes them wanna change something, that’s more on them and their choices than on me, for Ae-ra’s and the others too. Personal agency, and all. Most I can do is give advice or takes based on my own experience, but that doesn't mean people’ll listen to it. Not to mention, people are more complicated than ‘broken’ or ‘fixed’. Even you.”

He was trying pretty hard not to blame himself for Ae-ra’s situation here, actually, both for himself and anyone else who might also be feeling that way.

The rest of what she says to him though, egging him on by saying she was listening to him. He can tell it's mocking about the ‘fixing’ part and not exactly her sister, and still thinks she won’t, but… Well, this is his last chance to tell her in person, before the only form he has to talk to is whatever those VR versions of them are, existence unclear. So if she was asking for it… Well, first he turns to END and flicks his eyes over everyone else here too.

“Hey, if you or anyone else don’t wanna hear any more, just cover your ears or something for this, yeah? I know it’s not easy, but I do wanna get this out there.”

Forewarning, at least. She could be mad at him still if she wanted to, but at least he’d tried to give that much. Then, he looks again to Eureka, not at all thrown off by the silly way that she was acting right now. Honestly, he was usually the same about death, it was a coping thing sometimes like that. But right now, his own expression is a bit more serious, just to get across that he means what he says because.

“I’m not saying she wasn’t a threat to you because I’m just assuming things, I know she isn’t because I’ve read her files, her psych evaluations, her medical reports, government assessments, all that. She was only 10 years old but looking older than that when ‘02’ left her and ‘04’ behind, and for a while she had to live on her own before seeking help with the US government three years back. And while I’m certain 02 hated you, I know neither ‘05’ or ‘04’ did like she did, that if anything they were grateful that they hadn’t had to grow up with your mom and that they didn’t like being stuck with 02 either. ‘05’ put on record that she thought highly of you even, despite never knowing you, just based solely on that.

Not to mention, being watched closely by the government while she’s getting help from them for her biological shit?? Real fucking hard to just up and go attacking anyone without them catching on real fast, and as someone who’s had the government watching me real fucking close for unrelated reasons in the last five years, I’d know. I work for the government now, after all.”

…Holy shit, he sure wasn’t kidding about knowing some things, yeah. He absolutely knew more, too, but this was as much as he was willing to out given the circumstances. This was the kid Eureka murdered someone to try and kill, after all.

“Anyways, that’s not shit I technically should have been reading, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve known about that case since before this experiment started, though I didn't wanna spill confidential shit unnecessarily. Was considering telling you recently too with the motive and you saying you didn’t know much about her in our round, but I never got the chance in the end.

Not that I knew you had it out for her and your other sister beforehand, anyways, that I didn't know. Dunno how that woulda gone, and you might have just not believed me done this anyways and made me wonder if it was my fault then anyhow. No real use thinking about it now.”

He shrugs. That or she would have gotten paranoid about him and killed him instead, perhaps. Would that have been better…? Only if Ae-ra herself hadn’t already killed someone, maybe it would be, but the hypotheticals are too loose to pin down. This reality was the one they were stuck with regardless.

He looks at Byrne as he specifically yells at Azr though, and nods after a moment, before looking at Azr himself. He would give a little on that, then.

“Well, I was gonna bring it up in private and wouldn’ta, but gotta agree with Byrne and END about the justice thing here, justice implies the punishment is morally righteous more than a justified in our situation, you know? There’s connotations there, and I dunno if you meant it like that or not. Pro tip is you can apologize for something without tacking a ‘but’ on that makes it seem less genuine. You can worry about that later, though.”

Hopefully that calmer explanation helped, on that front. He still has more to talk to him about privately, because he doesn’t wanna bring the focus too much on that kind of thing publicly. So, one final time, he looks back to Eureka with a sigh.

“So. Fuckin’... see ya space cowgirl, I guess. Though hopefully, not anytime soon in person.”

He gives a two fingered mock solute, and just watches her from here. No sorrys from him, both in the sense that he wouldn’t feel sorry for her and in the sense that he wouldn’t apologize for anything right now.

But god damn did all this suck.

#Erik A #chapter3 #trial3 #submission

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