#arch s7

[vlydrphei]

quick doodle comic with arch and seven (uh oh oc x canon alert)

thank u 2 my friend who made (but didn’t really tell me i could use…) the last image—the silly shocked one

#canada day? Nahh imma do my own thing #scissor seven oc #scissor seven #oc x canon #oc #arch s7 #making arch x seven x thirteen art but idk how to draw without getting all flustered lmao #silly posting

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Mostly random 911 thoughts about S7

Buddie won’t go canon this season but hinted at in closing episodes (like last 2)

^ (there’s only 4 eps left this season and Eddie needs his own ‘oh shit I’m gay’ arch) (also other reasons that will take up too much space)

Perhaps Maddie gets pregnant again

No I don’t have any idea where I got that from but it just feels right now I said it (maybe even next season if not now)

Bobby/Athena/maybe both start to think of retirement

Athena might go to desk job/less field activities

^ Bobby similarly but I mainly think he would flat out retire

Hen and Eddie have a moment together

Dumbass Buck, Eddie, Chim, Hen, Ravi moments through episode and Bobby just sighs and looks at neighboring Captain and goes “sorry I forgot to give the kids enrichment time earlier” (LET THEM BE THE DUMMIES WE KNOW THE 118 TO BE)

Chimney and Maddie get into a nasty ass fight but then turn out ok after a few episodes (maybe less - but they definitely fight)

May comes to see Bobby for x reason and Ravi is smitten (plz I think they would be cute)

Christopher runs away again and Buck freaks out this time

(This would cause many tears for everyone)

(Funny if Chris didn’t actually run away - just forgot to tell everyone he was hanging out with a friend)

Major natural disaster

Another car accident but off duty - they don’t find 118 member and only realize when they remember that’s the road said member takes to get home and they haven’t gotten home yet (bonus points if it’s Hen)

One of the main *stares at someone whose name rhymes with tuck* gets evicted and needs to move out of their overly expensive California home

Albert

Just Albert strutting in frame, shirt off, sweaty, huffin and puffin- I mean

Jee-Yun starting elementary school/preK and maddiechim SOBBING as Jee has the time of her LIFE (Uncle Buck picks her up bc the two are such messes and forgot to)

#jee yun buckley han #buck buckley #chimney han #maddie buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash #hen wilson #athena grant #christopher diaz #911 #911 abc #911 show #911 fox #911 season 7 #911 fandom #albert han #ravi panikkar

[birdy-the-tweet]

❄️•Nexocember•❄️

Day 3 - Monster

Another writing prompt for Day 3 of Nexocember! Today, I'm gonna delve a little into the future of the rewrite and in the climax of Aaron's story arc as he makes his final stride on the path to meet his end at the hands of the Green Knight.

Firefox mentions below as well! I think that's the ship name for Macy and Aaron? I dunno, I love a good DnD pun so I call them Drakewarden. Y'know, after Drakewarden Ranger- yeah okay I'll shut up.

Enjoy!

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Time Stamp: S7 E7 - Same Mistake

Not once in his life had he ever called a single person, machine, creature, or beast a monster.

It was like how some people refused to say they “hated” someone when “greatly dislike” or “not fond of” worked just fine instead. The word “monster” was more than just a label scholars would throw around when discussing the great trials and tribulations of Knighton’s formation and cementing. It described the actions of a man as so vile and horrid, they couldn’t be deemed human for thinking any of their decisions were sane or morally right. It was one thing to be a bad person, perhaps even troubled or misguided, but to be a monster… To Aaron, there was a threshold to reach before anything could earn that title.

He’d known plenty of bad people growing up. The knights who were stationed in Grindstead? No most of those were bad people, entitled jerks who flaunted their shields like it was the crown of the Halberts and dragged many civilians into poverty, anxiety, and servitude. Only recently did he get the chance to learn of a few knights who broke the modern criteria, his classmates included. None of them were bad people, not even Clay. Especially not Clay.

He wished he could’ve said goodbye to all of them.

Pacing tensely through the lush green domain of trees and life, the Emerald Knight approached an archway naturally crafted of eroded stone and slithering flower vines. He discarded his armor at the camp, now dressed in nothing but a worn down tunic, a pair of grime-stained trousers, and his only pair of shoes that survived long enough to reach this point of the journey. One year ago, a week or so before today, he stupidly made a deal with a fey to partake in a twisted game of fate. He killed the creature with a single swing of an axe. Now it was his turn to die.

Regrets fluttered in his mind like agitated wasps, gnawing at his brain as he drew closer to the unnerving ruins before him. He knew he should’ve said goodbye to his team. He knew he should’ve visited the place where they let Clay’s statue rest. He knew he should’ve been kinder to his parents instead of losing his temper during what he liked to call his Last Supper. He knew he should’ve told his siblings about what would happen to him, now knowing they would spend the next Candle Festival questioning why they didn’t receive a present from him.

He knew he should’ve said goodbye to Macy instead of leaving her at the campsite to wake up without him.

Hazy eyes stinging with exhaustion winced as he drew his gaze to the stone arch. Glimmers of blue danced around the mineral on soft gusts of morning wind. Butterflies. They were butterflies. He’d seen butterflies like those before. They would hover close around…

Yep. This was the right place. The Green Chapel, as the fey put it all that time ago.

A year of rancid dreams slaughtering his sleeping self time and time again in more excruciating ways than the last, now put to rest at the terror of knowing it was moments away from reality. This was it. The moment he stepped through the archway and into the greenery of the ruins, his life would come to an end. It didn’t scare him necessarily, for nothing did. But he wished he had more time to make his life more complete. An apology to Clay for being a thorn in his neck all these years would’ve been wonderful. A hug to Axl would make him worry less about his well being. And oh, what he’d give to see what was really under Dauntless’s mask. He should’ve kissed Macy too.

No. He couldn’t be thinking about those things, about the “what ifs” and “what could’ve beens”. There were a smorgasbord of achievements he collected like limited edition figurines over the years, and this year especially was in mint condition as Macy would say. He became a knight of the realm, something he didn’t think he’d enjoy at that time but grew to appreciate throughout the last few months. His unique talent for sports and parkour grew to astronomical levels, so much so he could scale the entire city of Knightonia without any more than a cut on his arm. While the stress of being the kingdom’s only protectors drained him of his smile from time to time, he got to see more of the realm in a span of five months than a normal coastline civilian would ever see in fifty years. He introduced Axl to the team and helped him become an official knight in training, and he rescued both Pola and Fred from their father’s schemes. The knights had battled lava monsters, stone lycans, vicious techno vampires, ocean spirits, giant kings; all of which wouldn't have been possible without the unintentional family they all had become. With Robin and Ava's intelligence and ingenuity, Merlok's guidance and magic, Axl and Flint's contributions as a sixth knight and a spy against the enemy, and the long, strenuous marathon of growth and teamwork the five of them had developed over almost five years, why, the kingdom would've been in much worse shape.

They were a family now. He couldn't deny it now that he gave it more thought at his final moments. Even though he was forced into a role that gave him more heart ache, stress, anger, and injustice than a woman fisherman working among monster hunters, he wouldn't have changed a single moment of his late adolescence and early adulthood. It humbled him - in an odd way - and made him aware of his fragility and humanity. He found the love of his life, he made some killer friends at the academy, he traveled the realm and witnessed spectacles and horrors beyond the imagination. But if he could wish for anything, he'd want a future with those people. Just one more day would've been great. He'd make it the best day of his life even if it was his last.

"Green Knight?!" bellowed the ginger haired knight into the wind, the breeze catching his words and whisking them into the heart of the empty clearing. When silence answered, he felt a boiling tinge of unease. "I'm here! A little late, but had some detouring to do. You're not exactly good at giving directions, ya know."

More silence. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. For the love of the storm, he hated this. Not even the Fortrex at the dead of night was this quiet; there was always a gentle hum in the RV's walls and enough snoring to keep his mind calm. Where was this fey? It told him to find him at the Green Chapel, did it not? It was like it wanted him to lose his sanity before dealing the final blow, like it found it funny to watch him unravel into broken breaths and trembling limbs. He could already feel the headache from the lack of air pooling his lungs like a shallow low tide.

All of his optimism had been wasted on an idiotic idea that maybe, just maybe, he could weasel his way out of his doom. Maybe if he showed the creature he was worth sparing, or maybe if he showed kindness and courage, he'd be fine. But again, silence answered. It didn't care. Of course it didn't care. It just wanted to shed blood.

Clenching his teeth and stifling a snarl behind a low, guttural exhale, Aaron barked at the wind. "HEY. WHERE ARE YOU?? You made me go all this way for NOTHING OR SOMETHING?? What, chickening out now?? I thought you were SO THRILLED to kill me! Having second thoughts now?? You made me think I was gonna die in some horrible way all year long for NOTHING? WHERE IN GOD'S BLOOD ARE YOU YOU A-"

A creak of wood groaned through the canopy, stealing his breath before he could finish his sentence. His jaw rattled as he inhaled unstably and craned his head to the branches above his head. Not all of the branches were... branches.

It was exactly how his dreams played out. A head crowned in wooden horns twitched like an ant infected by cordyceps. Some of the tree limbs twisted and unraveled from the trunks, revealing a pair of massive fingers made of the same wooden material as buried roots. Growls and moans hoarsely crackled through the bark of the creature hoisting itself from the shadows.

His blood ran cold, feet frozen in the earth despite not processing fear from its presence. It took its time to show itself. No, it waited until he lost his temper to show itself. This was nothing but a game, a fey prank in the most horrendous form, and he was the victim of the emotional turmoil it found so deliciously amusing. He felt so stupid for ever thinking it would ever have the heart to spare him. All the insomnia, the stress, the dread of knowing he wouldn't see the flowers of spring, the loss of appetite and nausea after nightmares made him nothing more than a lunch for the beast, the breakdowns, the apologies to loved ones, and every day he had to wear a fake smile just so nobody would worry when the time came for him to vanish; the fey didn't care. It was all entertainment. It was all part of the game.

Not once in his life had he ever called a single person, machine, creature, or beast a monster.

But in that moment, when the Green Knight lowered itself from the canopy of the woodlands and glared down at him with a skeletal mask for a wooden face, only one thing left Aaron's mouth.

"...oh you monster."

#nexo knights #lego nexo knights #aaron fox #nexo knights aaron #nexocember

[rickcontentenjoyer]

Thoughts abt Rick and Morty s7 e5

I saw a lot of people complaying that the Rick Prime arc ended too fast and that the episode wasn’t a finale, but I think that it was perfect seeing how Rick felt after killing Prime.

He felt empty and didn’t know what he will do, now that his arch nemesis is dead. He spent decades trying to kill him and now he doesn’t know what will happen. The fact that it was only the 5th episode also makes a lot of sense becouse now what? His goal is completed, Prime is dead. It all really matches with the feeling of uncertainty we as well as Rick feel. 

#rick and morty #rnm #rick sanchez #prime rick #rick c137

[bcacstuff]

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Synopsis of S7 episodes 1 - 8 (found via Outlander LS Brasil on IG)

EPISODE 7x01 – A LIFE WELL LOST (06/16/23) Jamie races to Wilmington to rescue Claire from the gallows, only to discover that the American Revolution has really hit North Carolina.

EPISODE 7x02 – THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH (06/23/23) Claire makes a startling discovery about Roger and Brianna's newborn daughter. A familiar face returns to the Ridge with explosive consequences.

EPISODE 7x03 – DEATH, BE NOT PROUD (06/30/23) Jamie discovers that Arch Bug is harboring a dangerous secret. In the 20th century, Roger and Brianna find a link to Jamie and Claire.

EPISODE 7x04 – A MOST UNCOMFORTABLE WOMAN (07/06/23) On the way to Scotland, Jamie is pulled back into the Revolutionary War. William is sent on a secret mission. Roger and Brianna struggle to adjust to life in the 1980s.

EPISODE 7x05 – SINGAPORE (07/14/2023) In Ticonderoga, Jamie and Claire prepare for an imminent British attack. Roger compiles time travel information while Brianna earns the respect of her co-workers.

EPISODE 7x06 – WHERE THE WATERS MEET (07/21/23) Jamie and Claire help civilians flee Ticonderoga after the fort falls to the British. Roger discovers the identity of the mysterious 'Nuckelavee'.

EPISODE 7x07 – A PRACTICAL GUIDE FOR TIME TRAVELERS (07/28/23) Jamie prepares to face British forces in battle. Roger and Brianna question Buck MacKenzie's intentions in the 20th century. William fights in the 1st Battle of Saratoga.

[SKIP ONE WEEK]

EPISODE 7x08 – TURNING POINT (08/11/23) Jamie fights in the crucial Second Battle of Saratoga. Roger and Brianna look for Jemmy.

[ercklln]

winter nights | koner pt. 2

SUMMARY : if the gods could toss a coin right now, you wish they’d wager on how your relationship with the winterfell soldier would be. will it be pure despair or contentment? 

koner x fem! reader

masterlist, @fhrlclln, pt. 1

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : lil’ angst, overthinking, fluff, smut (oral sex; m!receiving, blowjobs, p in v, unprotected sex & rough sex)

WORD COUNT : 7,469

a/n: i was deciding if whether i should put the timeline in GOT s7 but i just went away with being after the timeline of GOT so it’s easier to make shit up hehe. Y’ALL SORRY FOR THE DELAY. kinda added smth hehe. but here ya go. i like the ending hehe <3

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

the morning sun came by as quickly as you expected. your eyes slowly fluttered open to see the light coming from the shut window peeking in. the residual coldness was seeping in as you snuggled yourself back against the warm body hugging you from behind. a strong arm draped over your waist, locking you tight against his chest. the gentle beat of his heart thumping against your back. you could almost fall asleep again, wanting no more than to lay on this bed with him. alas though, the man behind you was stirring awake as his hips rubbed against your bare ass making you shift a bit at the sudden sensation of something hard poking underneath the furs. a thought escaping your soiled mind, a small smile formed on your lips as your hand went down, earning a sharp gasp from the man behind.

hence, the morning awakened with the bed squeaking.

“a-ah!” you huffed, hips bouncing without any shame. your hands clawed his shoulders as koner grunted at the crook of your neck, hands grabbing your soft bum, squeezing them as he guided your hips a bit in the rhythm. you were a minx, a damn nymph for stroking him until he awoke hot and bothered. and here you are, bouncing up his cock as you rode him into an orgasm. like last night wasn’t enough cock for you.

“i think i’ve soiled you, ey?” koner grunted, his usual shyness and awkwardness already gone. he’s had you so many times last night, waking up to rutting himself to you in the middle of the night, desperate to feel your cunt enveloping his cock again as he moaned out, focusing on you again. “seven gods, you’re a goddess sent to me. i don’t deserve you.”

“y-you do.” you manage to squeak it out making him chuckle despite the loud skin slapping. his grunts went louder as the squelch of your pussy juice slapped against his balls and his stomach, dripping down as he could feel himself wanting to rut up to cum inside finally. but he let you take the lead, liking the furrow on your forehead how serious you are to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“i’m close.” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, panting against his ear as you rutted your hips ruthlessly. cock sliding in and out as your cunt clamped around him, your clit rubbing slight against his stomach as the familiar coil in your belly arose.

“go on, m’lady.” he urged, kneading the dough of your ass. you kissed him, the urgency taking over as you rode him harder, tits bouncing as he sucked the bottom of your lip making you whimper. “let it go, want to see you feel good around me’ cock.”

“y-yes!” you nodded as you slammed down. koner let out a soft moan as his balls tightened, he rutted up to help you as he could feel himself cumming as well. your belly snapped, your back arched as your rutted endlessly with your orgasm flooding your whole entire body. koner threw his head back as your cunt gripped him, making him slam himself up to the brim to fill your cunt up as he shoots his seed. you kissed his neck gently, the wonderful euphoria enveloping your body as you two rode down your highs. the coldness of the room replacing with warmth of each other’s body heat. all perfect for a morning fuck.

“i feel like my insides are full of you.” you sighed out, eyelids fluttering from the rigorous coupling. too fucked out to even cover yourself. he indeed filled you up to the brim, his remaining cum still inside you from last night mixed with the warm one, gushing out of you. you felt chummy as you laid back on the furs, whilst koner let out a chuckle, laying right next to you with his head propped on the pillows. admiring you so dearly.

“mhm. but you like it?” he teased, kissing your bare shoulder. you hummed, a smile forming lazily as he pulled you to his arms.

“maybe.” you grinned as he kissed your lips briefly again.

“liar.” he whispered to your lips as you giggled at his tactics. the day finally started as sounds of footsteps outside your door begun to arise from their beds. you can hear the familiar chatter down below and the sounds of horses coming from outside. your heart beats loudly as you were situated now in the bathtub, caressing your skin with a cloth as koner was on the bed, cleaning his armor and sword while you watched him with greedy eyes. shirtless with just his trousers on, muscles budging on his pale skin every flex he did as he run a cloth through his sword, wiping off the dried blood. the remembrance of the bloody circumstances you had met him.

you could only hold back a smile as you continued your bath. feeling the familiar flutter in your chest as each scrub in your body reminded you the way he touched you. you certainly liked him, a lot, for just a night of knowing the man. you didn’t know if you were so naive and stupid, but your mother wasn��t here to tell you that. though, an uncertainty escaped your thoughts. you glanced to the sweet man on the bed, you weren’t dumb of course to think if he only wanted this and begone once you two arrive in winterfell. you craved him, wanting more than just this unexpected amour. it was illicit, you thought, the happiness mixing with doubt.

you’re young. you could hear you mother’s words. you cannot grasp what you want or what you claim to need. you are to be a lady. act like one. the bitterness on your tongue stayed as you looked down on the soapy water. conflicted as you are, you let out a sigh as you looked up to be met with a pair of those brown-honey orbs filled with glee.

“having fun there, my love?” he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips then to your wet cheek. you hummed, bottling your thoughts up as you cupped his rosy cheeks.

“just tired and sore. my hips feel like jelly.” you pouted, a frown escape his lips as he kissed your cheek again for an apology yet you smiled at him before he could apologize. “but, i feel amazing.”

“yes?”

“certainly.” you whispered as his lips brushed against yours. koner felt like he was put in a trance, this pretty lady luring him in the tub. he was about to give in yet a sharp knock on the door made him sigh, as the sunny voice from last night followed through making you laugh.

“cockblocker.” he muttered as he stood up, leaving you to the warm water as he opened the door to be met by that charming bar maiden. her hands holding a tray of two soups and a tea of some sort, then a big loaf of bread that made his mouth water.

“g’morning, lad!” she grinned widely.

“morning.” koner nodded.

“i’ve got two soups and a fresh loaf, on the house for the lady and you.” she handed the tray to him with glee, the warm aroma of the soups hitting his nose followed by the warm bread. almost like the memory of his mother’s cooking.

“you’re too kind, miss.”

“ah, ‘s nothing.” she chuckled. “i’ve also brewed a herbal tea for the lady. make sure you give it to her.” she gestured to the pipping hot mug. he rose a brow at that making the barmaid grin wider, a teasing look in her eyes as koner eyed her suspiciously. questioning the concoction.

“tea?”

“for unwanted surprises, dear!” his eyes widened at the boldness of her words. “brewed that myself, my own little recipe. after your little ruckus last night, the whole inn can hear you two. so, i thought—“

“t-thank you!” koner cut her off, red rose to his cheeks as he closed the door immediately. the bar maiden let out a snort as he put the tray on the old wooden table. you had just finished drying yourself up, putting on the dress you wore from yesterday. the silks warming you up as you begun tying the silk ribbon to secure the dress.

“the kind lady brought food?” you glanced to the table seeing the white loaf and soup still steaming. your mouth watering as your stomach grumbled.

“kind enough to make you a special tea as well.” he added. “on the house.” he urged the mug to you. your brows furrowed slightly as you grabbed the mug, giving it a quick sniff.

“tea for what?” you glanced at him seeing his smirk as he kissed your cheek. taking a sip cautiously, grimacing at the bitter flavor. like those medicinal herbs you took when you were ill with a cold as answered your curious mind with a little cockiness in his tone. making you spit the tea a little at the answer afterwards.

“for unwanted surprises from this night and morning’s activity, love.”

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the snow had melted surrounding the inn. dull grass were in your view as you stood outside of the tavern, cloak and other necessities in hand as you waited patiently for koner and the stable boy to bring out the horses. your bare fingers started to fiddle with each other. glee fluttering in your chest, never had you felt more happier than ever. your thoughts raced immediately as you heard the hooves clicking on the soil. you turned around to see koner guiding the two horses. back in his winterfell armor, helmet and all. his black beauty and your white mare he was holding the reins of. you could tell she was feeling fine after her arrow wound.

“is she suitable to ride on?” you asked, smiling as you petted her snout, earning a approved gruff from the mare. worried for her injured leg.

“she’s fit for riding again.” koner caressed your horse’s mane. “a night’s rest had sufficed her, m’lady.” he added.

“m-my name will do just fine, koner.” you reminded him, a slight pout on your lips. even though you liked him calling you lady, it always felt a bit off.

“of course. apologies.” he grinned as he helped you up to your horse. gripping your waist, lifting you up strongly to situate yourself on the saddle. you fixed yourself, moving your hips to make you a bit comfortable as you watched him get on his horse.

“winterfell’s just by the end of this road. i think we can arrive there before my watch partner gets suspicious.” he looked from beyond as you guided the horse next to his. you nodded, tailing beside him as the dirt road got wider, your field of vision able to see the old castle walls of winterfell. the banner of the direwolf proud and independent.

“winterfell still looks like the same after all these difficult years.” you commented, the wind brushing against your cheek. you admired the gray walls, reminiscing the time you loved walking around the garden inside. the big red tree you would see, always astonishing you.

“and all the blood it’s witnessed.” he added grimly. you nodded at that, after rob and ned stark’s death, everything had changed as you have heard. you weren’t able to comfort sansa in king’s landing back then, your family forbidding you so to be involved in whatever scheme was going on. little you know yet for certain a gruesome outcome for the stark family. you glanced again to koner, a creep in the back of your neck bothering you as you two hadn’t talked about whatever was going to be the outcome of your relationship right now. unspoken as it is, genuine affection was plastered in his face as he caught your eye. you smiled at him, seeing as the walls of winterfell neared.

you two arrived at the front gate, koner was talking to some men as they let you through the metal gate. you were met by the familiarity of winterfell. it wasn’t as dull and grey it used to be, you can see more people were livelier than ever. morality gleeful than it was before. you condemned sansa’s ruling after they had been independent now. the north returning to it’s rightful place. having a queen in the north.

“oi, koner! you fucking twat. where in the seven hells have you been?” a roaring voice interrupted your thoughts. you could hear koner grunt out something, visibly annoyed seeing a fellow soldier march towards him. you got off your horse, seeing as the dispute between them turned into hush whispers. like siblings brawling you could tell.

“first, you fucking ditch the night watch and now you’re what!? saving a lady in the woods, you fuck—“

“henk, you stupid fuck. the m’lady y/n from house…” you got a little close to them, shrugging off your cloak as your eyes met with his. the other soldier seem to notice his sudden stare as he turned to you. eyes widening as his helmet clanked when koner hit him square on the head.

“good day.” you nodded to the embarrassed soldier. he seem to caught on your face as you noticed some other soldier retreating to the great keep.

“m’lady.” he bowed his head slightly out of greeting. “a-apologies.” he whispered something to koner afterwards, signaling something, yet he was bested to it when you were met with another soldier. your attention was now caught as you were told you would be escorted with koner to the great keep. the awaiting queen mentioned making koner freeze instantly as he stood beside you.

“are you nervous?” you asked him, walking up to be met by the large wooden door. two guards guarding the outside.

“it’s not so common for a foot solider to be summoned by her grace.” he whispered, a slight tremble in his tone. visibly sweating a bit underneath his armor.

“it’s going to be fine.” you assured him, hand squeezing his for a moment seeing him calm down bit by bit as the doors creaked open. your lingering touch making him seize his nervousness.

the hall was empty as you two got in, your house name being called. you lifted your dress a bit to walk, the teachings of etiquette now in display as koner watched you with his head bowed. you gracefully walking to the northern queen sitting on the throne. him, bending his knee at her presence. you were met with the familiar blue eyes and the locks of red hair adorning her silver crown.

“your grace.” you greeted, not forgetting to bow before her as she stood from her place. an uneasy silence between the two of you. you admired her for a second, seeing her once sparkling eyes now to this matured dull, a coldness in her face you could tell. a pity in your stomach forming as you remained formal. you could remember the feasts garnered here in the great hall, you could remember arya throwing food at sansa whilst jon, robb and theon laughed at it. the memory of little bran running around while ned and catelyn stark sat upon their chair. the melancholy so bitter yet sweet to remember.

“it has been a long time.” she started, stepping forward as a small smile creeped on her lips. you were about to respond yet she engulfed you in a kind hug. you were taken a back at the sudden warmth, your hands splayed on her back as you smiled, meeting eye to eye now. a glimpse of the sansa you knew appearing. “how have you fared?”

“i am well, your grace.” you grinned. “weeks journey with my two men from king’s landing. but under different circumstances it changed. one of your soldiers has guided me safely here. i couldn’t be more grateful.” you took a step back, gesturing to koner who arose from his bended position, looking down now as he shyly met your eyes. a moment flew as sansa looked at him briefly, remembering as the one who had reported with that other soldier named henk about arya. you held your gaze for him, softening your features as koner looked back to his queen.

“under different circumstances?” she asked looking to the man in question.

“bandits, your grace. in the woods outside of the walls, i have found her there surrounded by them whilst i was scouting the area.” he answered, a little lie there to not mention he was lazying his post.

“it was brash of me to think i could travel in a small group.” you sighed, shrugging. “but no less am i injured nor is koner.”

“i, thank you, koner.” she nodded to him as he froze in his place, a gratitude from her majesty? you observed him as a smile escaped your lips for but a moment, only to disappear as koner’s face contorted to something else, a glint in his eyes you could tell something wasn’t right. a realization in him that had you wondering.

“just doing a soldier’s job, your grace.” he bowed his head, sansa dismissed him as he met your gaze again. you held yourself to his brown orbs, a feeling of your eyes asking him without words if you’ll see him again. a flicker showed, something else. he averted your gaze, a dread filled your throat as you watched him walk out of the halls and back to where he was. you couldn’t help but feel as if this was either a departure, your heart couldn’t take the thought anymore as sansa’s muffled words brought you back from your head.

“i believe we have a lot of catching up to do.” she smiled, offering her arm as you took it gladly. you two alone without any audience, the formal mask slowly disappearing as two childhood friends were present now.

“yes. w-we do.” you chuckled, masking your frown, looking back briefly to the closing big doors to see his figure slowly disappear from your field of vision. the uncertainty coming back, lulling yourself back into the world, hoping that last night and this morning wasn’t the last you’ll see him. or maybe in forever.

•••

mixed emotions were flying through the air as you sat in your room, a beautiful room you were brought in. warmth comforted you as you sat alone on your bed, a familiarity you had as you remembered the room you shared with him. the walk with sansa across the courtyard indeed made you feel a little better. it momentarily took your mind off the things you were dealing with, specifically the emotions you were wondering if this was right. you had remembered briefly the wide grin sansa had when you two were talking about your naive phases you two would marry. so young and full of fantasies that turned grim as reality hit the both of you. you liked that you could understand her after everything she had gone through.

to that awful joffrey baratheon then to the usurp of the freys, ramsay bolton a sensitive topic and one you knew sansa had changed after that vile man. she’s already a strong woman as you knew, just that the cruel world had made her cold to what they did to her. you nipped the bottom of your lip now, fidgeting the soft fabric of the wine red dress you wore, the hems and edges adorned with gold lace patterns and your bodice showcasing your cleavage a bit. it’s pretty, pretty for a feast you had to attend to this night. you stood up from your place, looking at yourself from the mirror as the candle lights flickered in the room.

get it together. you thought to yourself, fixing anything out of place as a knock on your door signaled you it was time to go. you took a deep breath, pushing down your worried state for him as you opened the door to be met with a surprise.

“ease down, love. it’s just me. i’ve come to escort you.” koner chuckled, you were silent to his face lit up again. than the one in hall, maybe it was just you right now. how your mind is overthinking, situations you come up in your head that lead to one cause. you’re scared. scared and uncertain for this one unexpected upbringing that made you happy and if it will end in the days to go. foolish thoughts it was, he’s standing right here wasn’t he? he still wants you for certain.

“koner.” you manage to breath out his name before pulling him in the room by his armor, slanting your lips against his with much fervor. like you wanted to savor him before you’d be back in king’s landing by the following weeks. as if time would run out if you didn’t act further. you need him.

“m’lady,” koner grunted, mumbling between your kisses. “m’lady, please—“ you didn’t hear him, choosing to pull him in further. “y/n, please. my love, not here.” he pulled away, gripping your shoulders to secure you. your eyes widened, a blush creeped up to your cheeks, embarrassment taking over.

“a-apologies.” you squeaked out, the look on his face made you crumple feeling the sting of the slight rejection. he doesn’t—

“you are trembling.” he noticed, your heart thumps against your chest as you averted his gaze just like he did before.

“i-i don’t— i don’t know why i’m…” you stuttered, feeling so dumb, as if you thought the kiss would solve your undying thoughts and desire. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have kissed you so sudden.”

“it’s not like i displease your sweet affection, love. i fear for anyone who sees upon us, a soldier and a lady. i do not wish to damage your image.” he caressed your arms, slowly gliding down to grasp your hands to his large gloved ones. you stared down to his hands as he brought both of your soft ones to his lips, kissing them gently. he still wants you. your mind repeated. the bitterness washing away.

“right.” you nodded, still feeling jittery. not like you wish to care about presenting your house, but thoughtful he was to care about you.

“why are you so shaken, my love?” koner asked sincerely, bringing your hand to his chest to hear his beating heart. koner seemed to notice the slight tremble on your sweet lips, the ones he had kissed and cherished, worshipped you this morning and the night before. it took him all the amount of restraint to not have you in here. though, he was worried seeing you like this. it was bad enough for him to get so nervous seeing you become a true sophisticated lady in front of her grace. a new person he had see in you than what he had witnessed alone before. idiotic he is to think so insecurely right now, but you were both idiots with your heads stuck up in each other’s stubborn thoughts.

“this… between us—“ you started, finally meeting his eyes again. “it’s not just a fleeting moment, is it?” you asked hopefully.

“us?” he looked a little surprised at the sudden question. he had been holding himself back for asking that as well, afraid of your answer.

“y-yes. i think i’ve made it clear that i like you…” you bashfully added. “from the morning and the night before. i can’t help but f-feel uncertain where this would lead.”

“i do like you as well, m’lady.” he strongly implied, looking in your eyes to get to his point. he does want you, in every selfish thoughts he had desired. from the moment he saw you in the woods and the first time he made you smile he was certain it would be you. you looked at him clearly this time, seeing if he was certain. his lips almost brushed against yours as he breathed out his want. “i want nothing more than to have you, if you’ll have me.”

desire runs through both of your veins. the mere closeness had you wanting for more. you could feel it again, the heat in your cunt, the same thing he had relieved you from with his cock. you hadn’t notice how warm you are just thinking about him here.

you let out a shuddery breath. “then, does it mean…”

“lady y/n?” a maid’s voice was heard as your heads whipped to the slight ajar door. the maid was about to get in but you opened it wide as koner stepped out to guide you making the maid surprise.

“m’lady.” she greeted, nodding her head to you. “your grace has requested your presence.” she looked to koner suspiciously before averting her gaze to you.

“yes. koner was just escorting me to her.” you lied, as the maid nodded and scurried off. you two fell silent the way there, you grasped his hand before going separate directions once the great hall was in view. a reminder to continue the conversation later. adorned with torches set in an ambiance as all higher ups, knights and visiting nobles adorned the hall. laughter and the scent of ale filled the entire once dull room as you could see sansa briefly talking with the lord commander of the night’s watch. her brother you remembered. that familiar black hair and attire. jon snow. you strutted towards them as you were greeted by every noble that knew of your father. finally sansa was able to stand beside you as one of the servers offered you a goblet of wine which you gladly accepted, sipping it a bit.

“fashionably late?” she asked, still a stoic expression in her face yet you knew she was teasing you.

“the bodice was a little tight to fit in, your grace.” you lied and took another sip, feeling shy all the sudden.

“it’s wonderful to see you happy.” she added, showing you a small smile as she leaned a bit to whisper. “so as he, i presume.” her gaze followed through the end of the hall. you held yourself back from reacting to widely, to know how observant she is. of course, she knew. koner was standing by the doors, watching intently in the whole room. doing his duty.

“is it that o-obvious?”

“maybe so.” she quietly said, sipping from her goblet. she didn’t say anything further but it had you reeling for the night. you took a seat amongst the table, dazzling ladies of every kind surrounding you, all chit chatting around and gossiping as ever. you tuned in from time to time, bored out of your wits but i felt good to drink and mingle. your gaze drifts afar as you glanced down to the hall, knowing clearly who you want to see. a little game you want to play.

koner grunts as he shifted himself in his posture. he yawned a bit as he heard henk, a few feet away from him, yawn as well. he felt rather uncomfortable, the reason inside his pants mainly. you looked beautiful from afar with that evening dress on, he couldn’t help but stare from time to time, feeling cocky that he’s got you. unruly thoughts in his head that he felt like his balls were suffocating, he feels like he’s a big debauchee just ogling his eyes at you. remembering the time he had touched you good. remembering your sweet smile and blissed out expression he so adored. he stirs his thoughts away, wanting to be a little respectful, but damn it—

he’s caught your gaze again. minx. you look at him from afar, standing up from your place as noble men from different houses from the north surrounded you. old hags and young pricks and all. but you looked at him slyly as you made one lord laugh out loud. he could feel it, the glint in your eyes, you presented yourself as this soft and well-mannered girl in front of those viktor eyes, but you were just a nymph, huh? his lady. his lips pursed as he felt the bulge in his trousers grow harder as you glanced to him again.

you felt a little bold for seeing him get so worked up as you excused yourself from the crowd. already sipped and took bites from the feast presented, drank your wine to the brim, feeling a bit tipsy. you looked towards koner again, walking to the direction to the room halls now. knowing he’s got your memo. it’s a bit of a long walk, no suspicion to be added knowing he knows the place than you do. you find yourself by your door, seeing as the candles were lit out from this point of the place. you glad your room was still lit with candles as you opened it, taking a step in only for another figure to push you in gently, securing the lock on the door. you turned around, wanting to scold him for being so impatient though koner cut you off as he sealed his lips to yours harshly.

•••

“you’re a fucking vixen.” he says between kisses, gloved hands cupping your ass. you squealed as he roughly hoisted you up to his arms, your hands flying to his shoulders as he plopped you on the bed. not breaking from your mouth as he lavished your tongue to his. you moaned, hands coming up to grasp his curly locks, surprised he was quick to shrug off his helmet and cloth protecting his head.

“it’s rude to be impatient.” you teased, the alcohol in your veins making you frisky. “haven’t your mother taught you manners?”

“says the one who wanted me a while ago.” he smirked.

“and i-i still do.” you pouted, your thoughts from before now gone. koner leaned in again as he kissed the corner of your mouth, caging you from above as you got to see the feral look in his eyes, dilated black, an ounce of brown only to be seen.

“let me show you how much i need you, y/n.” he breathed out, knowing well how riled up you are as well. your words he remembered clearly that you were uncertain where the two of you would go on like this. he’d show you so much more if you’d allow him.

“please.” you pleaded again and again. until the night shined, the familiar setting of the room where you two once did it for the first time. all uncertainties thrown away, just the two of you now naked and bare. you stared at hung cock, thighs rubbing together as you wondered what it felt like in your mouth.

“i want to please you.” you said before he could grasp your plush thighs to devour you again. “i want t-to do what you did to me last night. the tongue on…” your cheeks heated up as he went silent for a moment.

“you want my cock in your mouth, my love?” he grinned, cheeks red as you nodded. he kissed you again, a shiver running down his spine seeing how eager you are to want his cock.

“please. it’s all i’ve been thinking about.” you shamelessly confessed.

“i don’t think you can take it, love.” he sounded a bit worried of course, both of you were inexperienced, and this was the first time he’d ever gotten someone to explore sexual fantasies, let alone now the thought of you sucking his cock. but how could he say no to you? with that feral look on your face as you stared down to his shaft. desperate as ever. selfish whore you are.

“i can take it.” you promised, licking your lips. breasts squished together as he shamefully groped them making you moan as he slanted his mouth to yours with a approved hum.

“alright, we’ll take it slow.” he mumbled as you eagerly nodded. he got up from the bed, standing at the edge as you crawled to kneel before him on the cushions. you were met face to face with cock, tip bearing red, twitching before you. you hummed, not sure how to start but started to lick the oozing liquid from the small slit. koner shuddered, head tilting back as your tongue darted out to lick him seeing his pleased reaction.

“shit.” he muttered, you grew tired as you placed wet kisses on his shaft. hand lifting up to grasp him fully, trying your best to follow your mind what’s right or what’s wrong what you were doing. trying to remember what filth maids spew how to please a man. you finally opened your mouth, a little hesitant yet you took his tip in. he let out a groan, cupping your cheeks as you sucked his tip, tongue circling the bulb making him shudder. seven gods, he bit his lip hard seeing you take his cock in your mouth.

you hummed around it, licking it like he had licked you. you pushed it in further, enough courage to take him despite his width and length. you braced yourself, hands gripping his thighs as he caressed your cheeks making you look up as you hollowed to take him slowly even though you could feel yourself gagging.

“that’s it…” he muttered hoarsely as you sucked him. earning a loud moan from the man above. you grinned to yourself, taking him again. “oh gods.” his cheeks were bright red as his fluttered shut to the pleasure, the wet cavern of your mouth a new sensation to him. he can feel himself throb as you continued to suck leisurely. hips moving as he fucked your mouth, you relaxed your jaw, taking him in, wanting him to use your mouth.

“i’m close.” he huffed out, pulling himself out of your mouth wanting to cum inside you. you mewled, your saliva glistening on his cock, mouth drooling and your lips pouty. he kissed you, harder with more passion than he could ever muster. pushing you to lay back on the bed, he hovered above you, kissing down to your neck as you breathed out his name.

koner pressed his forehead to yours as his hand fiddled with your deprived clit, so wet and glistening as you opened your legs willingly. he hummed in satisfaction, still in daze as he kissed you again before lining himself up to your cunt. tip poking at your wet entrance as your hips rutted up to the sensation.

“you take me so well.” he whispered against your lips. your eyelids fluttered as you could feel him slowly sink in to your awaiting cunt. you whimpered, gripping his biceps as he fucked himself in to the brim of your warm pussy. your back arched, your nails scraped his freckled skin. he started pounding in, deep and hard. desperate he is, as your other hand dropped to interlace with his free one while the other leveraged himself above you, trying not to squish you with his weight.

“feels amazing.” you whispered, only his to hear. your voice in heaven as you wrapped your arms around to pull him closer. wanting to feel his skin to yours, the tingles following through as you stared at his eyes even though you felt like you were dizzy. his nose brushed against yours as his hips slapped along the rhythm, the obscene skin slapping and grunts echoing in the room, the scent of his alone making you feel at heaven.

your hearts beats against your chest again, a fluttery feeling in the inside of your stomach seeing his eyes show a display of affection you longed to see. how soft he looked and he admired you, this connection so close you could almost feel like you’ve known each for a long time. koner could only admire your beauty below him, you are an goddess sent to him. one that he certainly didn’t expect for him to find you. your breaths mingled with each other, each noise spilling from either mouth as you could feel yourself nearing your high.

“let go.” he urged, feeling your cunt squeeze him tight. quickening his pace as you sobbed feeling him pound into your hard as he didn’t break eye contact. wanting to see your face again when you fall apart. and so you did.

your belly coiled and snapped, your orgasm washing in as you moaned against koner’s lips. he shuddered, grunting as he rutted himself faster than ever, your walls milking him tight as he filled you to the brim with his seed. he groaned, lazily fucking into you to ride that high. you sighed out, kissing him softly as you caressed his curly short hair. a silence passed, soft caresses exchanged, glowing in the aftercare. koner pulled out with a hiss as he laid beside you. hand interlaced with yours, placed on your chest so he could feel the rhythm of your thumping heart.

“i don’t want to leave so soon.” you mumbled lazily, remembering you only had a certain amount of time to enjoy the rest of your stay in winterfell before you are summoned back to king’s landing. expected you are you’d be match with someone soon, remembering your mother’s words.

“how long are you staying?” he asked, kissing your shoulder.

“maybe a week or two. i do not know.” you shrugged, sighing. wishing you’d be here for a month, wanting to savor this blossoming relationship you have with him.

“then we’ll make use of the time, my love.” he whispered suggestively, pulling you in his arms. you sighed, resting your head against his chest as you needed to say it to him. what it means if this between you two needs to end and if he wants it further as you want to.

“koner.” your voice went soft and gentle. the thump of both of your hearts synchronizing. “if i go back, if i come back to king’s landing, then i’ll be wedded to some man the second i set foot there.” you mumbled, your fingers caressing his chest. “then this will be just a fleeting moment for you and i. illicit it is, but…”

“then you want this to end?” he gulped, a bitterness in his throat. remembering his place being a mere soldier and you, a noble lady.

“i want you.” you strongly replied. “i don’ want this to end.” you murmured, snugging yourself in his body warmth. basking in what maybe the few wonderful moments you’ll have with him.

“and i you.” he whispered, the courage in strong as he spilled his thoughts out. “i want nothing more than you beside me. even if we just met, i’d like to know you more than now, my love. want you to myself. even if it’s just for a moment that you’ll be gone after your visit here. i’d still want you.” he added, the sadness in his tone creeping in, mixing with his sweetness. as if he was saying he’s starting to love you. which he certainly does. he’s sure as ever even if it feels idiotic to think he can fall in-love so fast.

“koner…” you felt like crying, you leaned up to kiss him. “i’ll remember this.” you smiled at him sadly, he kissed you again, driving your thoughts away from what might come. all you two needed was each other, no future, just the present moment of what’s come to be a promised faith the gods had set.

•••

days had gone by. week after week had been bled. your stay here in winterfell was nearing it’s end as expected. a raven had been sent to you, writing of your father as he and your mother had found you suitable match. one from the most wealthiest houses in king’s landing. you’d swallow the disgust and fear reading that you were to be sent off to some lord. though, it didn’t matter as you had been enjoying your stay with koner. secret kisses shared between you two, him leading you out in the dead of the night just to see the stars from the courtyard. making love to you when the day is asleep. it felt nice to know how happy he looked as he introduced you to his family one day while you were passing by. and now, walking hand in hand with him as the snow falls, no other people around you two as you walked around the godswood of winterfell. the large tree harboring red leaves and it’s bark of a bleeding face. the small pond in front of it. beautiful it is to see.

“my mother sent a raven.” you started, stopping to stand in front of him with your hand still intertwined. koner took a step forward as his hand cupped your cheek, you leaned into his warmth as tears pooled in your eyes. the red leaves swaying above the two of you as the water rippled catching the leaf.

“what did it say?” he quietly asked, knowing what to expect as he gulped a lump.

“a marriage proposal has been accepted. i am to be wed once i come home.” you sniffled, tears falling to your cheeks. koner pulled you into his arms as he shushed your sobs.

“y/n.” he whispered even though he felt like this was a farewell.

“i don’t want to leave y-you.” you confessed sadly. gripping his armor. “i don’t want to go.”

“but you’ll have to…” he sadly added as he wiped your tears, his own eyes tearing up. you looked at him, wanting to remember his face as you leaned up to kiss him. like the first time you had did in the tavern, soft and gentle. he kissed you back, pulling you closer to breath in your scent. he didn’t want this to end either.

“i love you, koner.” you breathed out, heart telling you so that this was real. you weren’t some naive girl to not know what you want, your heart and mind said so. you love him. he seemed to be surprised as he processed your words in his mind.

“i love you too.” he kissed the tip of your nose as an idiotic thought escaped his mind. if your family didn’t want him, didn’t want you to choose for yourself then he might as well propose this thought he had for a while. a one he was too ashamed to break it to you. you waited for him to say anything else seeing his expression shifted as if he was thinking of something. you sadly smiled at him as you shook your head whatever he might say that he couldn’t spit out.

“koner…”

“marry me.”

you froze, tears staining your cheeks at his words making you take a step back. “w-what?”

“marry me.” he repeated, stepping forward, you looked at him as if he was going mad which he is if it ever meant to let you stay here with him. “right here. marry me and i’ll provide for you, i have enough for us to get a small home outside of here. just the two of us. marry me, y/n. it’s foolish, but i…”

“yes.” you nodded vigorously, somehow you didn’t feel idiotic as ever saying yes. meaning you had to give up everything you had at home. not like your family had used for you since you had a few older siblings. you were just being wed off to get rid of a nuisance.

“yes?”

“yes!” koner grinned as he swooped you in his arms. you laughed, feeling certain as ever. no sense of uncertainty or the voice of your mother screaming at you inside of your head.

“marry me, right here and now. just the two of us and the trees and our vows.” he whispered hoarsely, gaze drunken as he set you down to hold your hands together. “we’ll call a septon once i get you in a pretty white dress. but for now, just our vows.”

“and the trees.” you teasingly added, the winds swayed with one another. the snow fell softly above you two as the quietness of the grove heard only your vows. you stared at him, repeating the words in hushed whisper. the same ones you had met in the woods, the first glance you knew your world would change entirely as your words were unison. koner could only let himself bask in the sight of you doing this brash act, his heart thumping wildly, not caring the consequences as he had you now. only the godswood tree witnessed the undying act of love being held as your voices synchronized. not leaving one’s gaze as the red leaves fell hearing your vows.

“father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger. i am hers and she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.”

#koner x reader #koner #koner got #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #game of thrones #joseph quinn’s characters ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 🎀 #fnhrlcllnwrites

[raayllum]

My god I bet you'll be the first one to hate the show once it hits the voltron downfall

i was in the vld fandom for 2.5 years and my favourite character was shiro. i don't think anyone who wasn't and who had a different fave can even begin to conceptualize the cluster fuck that was voltron. i don't think any show can even come close to the disaster that was voltron because they 1) broke every bit of their own purposefully established lore, 2) played into albeism and misogynoir to an absurd degree, and 3) did not know how to balance its ensemble cast, regularly sidelined its characters of colour to prop up a white boy's leadership arc, and by virtue of the way the story was structured, certain characters (like hunk, pidge) were completely stagnated for 6/7 and 5/7 seasons of the show because very few characters had over arching arcs and the ones that did took multiple seasons to make any real progress with.

This meant that there's very few seasons, partially due to the chopped up quality of 6-7 episodes > 13, and even then, where you can say "this character Changed." If anything stapling the seasons back together actually makes the cohesion worse planning wise, since S3 (aka where they broke the lore and when I almost quit the show) starts with Keith being made the new leader and if you include S4 in that, he leaves halfway through the season to do a completely different task. And I hated his leadership arc, but like - it's objectively poorly written, good god.

And I had a bad feeling about Voltron from episode 1 of season 2 because I felt like they weren't taking Allura's emotional continuity into account, and called every bit of bad writing S7 and S8 would have months before it happened, because those seasons were the result of 1) non sensical lore breaking and 2) scrambling for the half-assed plot to cover it up.

So TDP would have to sideline Callum and make N'than the new mage character, kill off Rayla and Ezran with zero lead up, and so much more to even come close (probably with some take of "Viren was 100% right to abuse Soren" offered completely uncritically as well). Amaya would lose all ability to be a general for no reason. Every single queer and/or disabled character would be brutally killed off/tortured repeatedly on screen. Don't even get me started on VLD's clone plotline and the druids, in which Haggar is revealed to be Altean, she and the druids practice Altean alchemy, and therefore they should also be Altean. And not only are the druids never explained, but the character who was tortured and experimented on for a year by them is passed over in fighting them to give spotlight to a character who slashes a sword at one of them one (1) time back in s1. I shit you not

AKA to give a sense of what TDP turned VLD would actually look like, please refer to this post

I would take three more season fours easily over any of that bullshit, and TDP would still be an infinitely better show than even TLOK

#i had a vld sideblog you cannot possibly Imagine #the shit that i saw. the shit i went through #good grief #thanks for asking #anti vld #non tdp #anonymous #this might be the weirdest way an anon has tried to flex on me and failed #anyway shiro should've always been black paladin and i'll die on this hill #also everyone deserved better but Especially allura good god

[einsteinsugly]

19, JH angst maybe during s5 or post s7

(Thanks for your prompt! I’ll start it soon!)

June 1980. A Sweet, Sad, Old Song.

"Have you ever loved me?"

Jackie has uncomfortably settled into West Milwaukee's version of The Pit, a couple of haphazardly placed leather bean bags in a spacious stock room, nervously twirling her raven locks.

It's a strange sad affair, sometimes seems like we just don't care, don't waste time feeling hurt, we've been through hell together...

Mulling over of a sea of bottled up emotions, Hyde blows a nervous puff of smoke, before passing the blunt. "Why'd you ask that?"

"Calling me Point Place's sluttiest slut doesn't sound like you ever loved me."

"It was a fuckin' bluff. Blowing smoke up everyone's ass." He puts down his blunt, turning the music down to an awkward hush. A nearly nonexistent lullaby. "If there's smoke, there's probably a fire."

"But you still had a different kind of fire for me, right?" Jackie posits, as Hyde reluctantly nods. "Passion?"

"Have, not had." His mind is blurry, as his lips nervously meet hers.

She somewhat returns the favor, allowing his tongue to flicker into his mouth, like a moth to a persistent flame. "That's way better than Fez rolling..."

He arches his brow, vaguely confused. "Huh?"

"He rolls his Rs, and that's what he used to do in my mouth," Jackie reluctantly clarifies, "Michael's was like Pop Rocks, or like, some rickety homemade fireworks. Yours is...perfect. Like butterflies fluttering in a garden."

He was expecting something calm, cool, and collected, so he awkwardly clears his throat. "Butterflies fluttering in a garden?"

"Yeah." Her lips briefly meet his, once again, as her heart inevitably flutters. "Butterflies are beautiful, just like our love...if you give us a chance instead of being a big fat jerk."

"I was tryin' to hide my pain, by taking it out on you." Jackie frowns, as Hyde shudders in abject shame. "Made my bed, had to sleep it in it."

"Maybe someday, I can join you in bed." Jackie flirtatiously chuckles, taking his hand, "But not yet. We still have some things to work out, okay?"

Her hands release him from a formidable iron grip, as she fiddles with the stereo. An awkward hush, with a turn of a knob, turns into an awkward symphony. A flurry of notes, dancing amongst an otherwise deafening silence.

We awoke from our dream, things are not always what they seem, memories linger on, it's like a sweet, sad old song...

#that 70s show #that 90s show #jackie and hyde #jackie burkhart #steven hyde #my ficlets #my fics #i hope post season 8 is good?

[zmediaoutlet]

hello liz!! happy wincest wednesday!! can you do a director's commentary on the constant vow? like what inspired it, how the story changed along the way, what you had to leave out, stuff like that?

helloooooo happy wincest wednesday, and we shall all politely ignore how many wednesdays ago this was sent [ 😓 ]. To slightly fuck up my most-quoted line from the West Wing: let's forget about the fact that I'm late to the party, and embrace the fact that I showed up at all!

Tricky q, though! It's a lot of just like... sheer volume of fic to comment on, haha. But I'll use your questions as a starting-off guide, and given that it is wincest wednesday (wincest week, wincest life), I'll keep that in mind. So --

what inspired it?

What inspired it was how I was reading like every single genderswap/sex curse/etc etc fic that had been written in fandom at the time -- the time being roughly when s8/9 was airing, so... like ten years ago, lol -- and noticing a trend, and also getting kind of increasingly annoyed at that trend. To wit: isn't Dean Winchester just the most terrible womanizing horndog, and doesn't he just really need to be narratively punished for his Crimes? The answer to both is... uh, no. Not at all. So: a fic, haha.

Fandom takes Dean's whole womanizing naughty boy thing as received wisdom a lot of the time and I find it completely bewildering. It's subverted in episode 2 (if you didn't notice it was a total act in episode 1). Like... hello. Use your eyes and ears, friends. But what's more interesting to me on that level is that Sam takes it as received wisdom, and while it's also tempting to ask Sam to use his eyes and ears it's a lot more excusable for him to be confused about that whole... thing. Dean performs it very well in public -- and tbf, he does fuck! Not like he's not getting tail -- but womanizer is a very particular kind of pejorative and one I pretty roundly reject (for interesting and good reasons I'm right about that I've gone into elsewhere). But so many of those fics had both the flawed womanizer assumption at the heart and also a Sam who tended to buy it, even if justice was asserted by the end, and it was just driving me slightly nuts, lol. And because the only reason I ever write a fic is because I want to read the one I actually want, it went on the list. To be very eventually written, haha.

(more babbling below the cut)

how the story changed along the way

Things I always knew: I wanted the witch to be stupid/bad at magic, because I was also getting tired of Oh So Wise Arch Bitch Witches who somehow manage to laser-focus a punishment spell. (Can you guess that I found Rowena tiresome, lol.) I always knew I wanted it to be a reset every day for a month for the iterative game of 'there's no getting away from this, we have to keep having sex, and how will the relationship evolve as we do?' I always knew I wanted it to be a True Love game, a) because it's a classic of the genre but also b) because it'd be fun to see them circling that inevitable conclusion, especially given that c) I wanted Bobby to have to try. Just to be mean to Dean, basically. :)

That said: in the ten years of contemplation I really went back and forth on the setting being s2 or s7. I knew all along that I wanted it to be true first time, i.e. neither of them had any secretly pining wincest wants (beyond what's true of their codependency in canon), and for it to be a slow coming together over the course of the curse. s2 first time is one of my favorites because of the seismic effect John's loss has on their relationship; s7 is one of my favorites because of the weird sense of true freedom they've got, when Sam's mind is back in place and he's all whole and he's still standing right next to Dean, exactly where he wants to be. (Gah!) But what I realized is that s2 was just... too early. They're babies, still untested. If the story's about True Love then... I'm just not interested in their early-seasons True Love, frankly. It's nice, it's intense, but it lacks the tempering of real tests that'll come in s4/5/6. There's a reason I'm a mid-seasons girlie.

Of course, then I realized it was better to shift it back a little more to the second half of s6. You still get most of the revelatory pleasure of s7's unspoken We Choose To Stay vibes, but without the added complication of Lucifer talking to Sam throughout (did not want his color commentary on Dean's pussy of the day), or the Leviathan plot ramping up. Eve's just out there doing her thing in late s6; it provides a nice narrative breather. Not that they realize it, haha.

what i had to leave out

Very little, actually. Over 120k of decompressed sexy navel gazing you can cram in a lot of stuff, lol. But one thing that did keep coming up and I kept very deliberately cutting right up to the edge of it so you could see the shape but not the thing itself: gay/bi Dean.

Obviously it does come up, with Sam's very careful questioning that starts in the cabin -- Dean dropping hints himself; Sam having little fireworks going off in his brain. I think in those OKC conversations it's a little more bald, in a way that I think/hope was appropriate for that stage in the relationship -- once you've slept with someone like 28 times it's reasonable to ask more about their background, I guess.

Given, though, that a lot of the fic is circling around the concept of Dean-as-object, I really wanted to keep some opacity in him. Some little bit of mental privacy, especially with how he's being cracked open physically. I hope that in all that's not being said there's a lot of room for all kinds of history, stuff Sam might learn more about (or not!) as they continue. Obviously prostitution was part of it, but to what extent? Did he hook up with guys just because he wanted to? (Was Dean/John ever a thing?) All stuff that the fic needs to be aware of, e.g. in how it informs how he does not want to open that door with Cas, but that doesn't need to actually be on screen.

Oh, I also left out period sex and pregnancy kink. Both wildly tempting but would've dragged the fic to yet another place.

random this-fic trivia

I had no idea how the curse was going to get solved until the day I wrote that it was going to be solved in 'two parts' and went, oh fuck. Now I gotta come up with the two parts.

I initially hated Denise and then she became my bestie. She makes really good lasagna. :/

In a lot of ways the most important part of the whole 120k is the line Dean has about saying that even the cure is stupid -- because he loves Sam, and loves making him feel good, and so what's good for Sam is good for Dean, so how do you differentiate? Sam and Dean are both bibros, news at 11.

For me the sexiest part of the fic by far is one of the middle nights at the cabin where Sam wakes Dean up in the early morning to be fucked and then is just playing with his body after, wide-awake while Dean's sleepy, vaguely possessive and smug. It's just a good look on them both.

Not-on-screen headcanon from me: Dean was treating it like prostitution even through the first 'date' where Sam asked him not to, and it wasn't until Sam tried to kiss him at the beginning of ch5 that the careful mental shield of it being a 'job' cracked, and never repaired. No going back, at that point (even if he had another mini-crisis over the blowjob, later).

Future headcanon for the fic: Dean is way less shy about showing Sam his lingerie kink. In contrast, Sam develops an almost-crippling breeding kink. (Dean is delighted when he finally figures out why Sam's acting so weird.)

#happy wincest wednesday #answers #my writing #ish #more like-- #writing meme #i mean a lot of this stuff you could probably have guessed lol #maybe for sam's birthday one year #(like the s11 year perhaps) #they figure out a way to *temporarily* genderswap #and just have a really crazy pussy-scented weekend #nice time to indulge in both their kinks #the constant vow

[vlydrphei]

Arch has some fighting skills, he just needs some good music to use em’

(i meant to write guandao instead of glaive but im too lazy to change it now)

#scissor seven oc #fanart #oc stuff #scissor seven #oc art #oc #arch s7

[sp00nful0fsuga]

okay since I'm not a fanfic writing guy- lemme tell y'all about my evil hank au that i wish I could write but probably won't. Questions in my ask box are appreciated to help me flesh out the au and maybe I'll draw the responses? But in short:

Takes place after S7.

Hank decides he doesn't want to go home to a family that doesn't love him after the hospital stay and runs away. He has thought about leaving before because of his father's lack of care for him. He's tired of being #2, being the sacrifice. The point of breaking was seeing that neither his girlfriend (side headcannon: hank being obsessed with girls is because he just wants anyone ever to show him affection. Sirena was no different.) and even worse his brother- the one person he thought he could trust- didn't love him either. Everyone loved Dean. Nobody loved Hank.

The Monarch captures him as a lure for Dr. Venture but Hank tells them he won't come. He doesn't care. He should have captured Dean. He breaks down crying and Sheila comforts him while The Monarch awkwardly goes to make some hot cocoa. Sheila tells Hank he can stay with them for a little bit but then he has to go home.

He never does go home. The first time Sheila told him to leave, Hank came back within the hour crying. He told her he could never go home again. He felt cared for with The Monarch and Sheila, perhaps even loved. They always made sure he was fed and comfortable, and Sheila even listened to his problems just about every night. One night, Sheila suggested Hank consider becoming a supervillain. It might make him feel better. Of course he couldn't arch his father, he belonged to The Monarch. But he could arch Dean. Besides, it was Dean's fault wasn't it?

Hank isn't officially registered as a villain under the guild, but Sheila keeps him out of trouble. The first time he arched he was blinded by anger and jealousy and went all out trying to be intimidating (but not actually hurting anyone). Brock eventually has enough and goes out to talk to him. Hank holds back tears and leaves. Dean is shocked and upset. Rusty is disappointed.

Hank returns home to his new parents. He's dropped the Venture name. He is only Hank now. And Hank couldnt even arch his brother right. Sheila consoles him again and tells him he'll get better over time. She gives him a little monarch pin that he now wears all the time on his Batman sweater.

Eventually Hank gets the hang of it. He and Dean fall into a routine. Hank will swing his bat close enough to Dean to make it look like its gonna hit him. Dean will dodge out of the way just in time. Brock refuses to step in. He can't bring himself to hurt Hank. Every time, Hank leaves disappointed in himself for still being too attached to hurt Dean. Every time, Dean goes to bed crying wondering what he could ever do to make Hank love him again. He misses his brother.

Hank is tired. He misses his brother, too. Maybe if Rusty was out of the picture, he could learn to forgive Dean. The Monarch promises if Hank can capture Dean to lure Rusty, he'll take care of it. Hank succeeds by tricking Dean to come talk things out with him. Hank feels bad, but tells himself its necessary. When Rusty does arrive he has Brock with him. He tells Brock to get Dean back while he distracts the Monarch, even if he has to kill him. Brock refuses.

Hank is still shook hearing this. He's heard his father offhandly tell someone to kill him over Dean before. But the absolute hatred in his father's voice this time hurt worse. Hank slumps to the floor, making it easy for Brock to take back Dean.

"I hate you, Henry. You've changed and I hate the person you've become."

This was the last thing that came from Dean's mouth before he left, leaving Hank feeling more alone and broken than he ever had in his life.

Nothing Sheila or the Monarch say could get Hank out of his room for days. What was the point anymore. Nothing has changed. In fact, its even worse. Sheila feels bad and suggests taking a break.

Dean does not hate Hank. In fact, quite the opposite. He loves his brother so much and can hardly live with himself seeing him like this. He regrets what he said to him. He regrets every little thing he has every done to Hank. He wants him back, and at this point he isn't sure if that will ever happen.

He hates his father. He goes on constantly about how angry he is with Hank. How much he wishes Hank would have just been more like Dean. Dean doesn't think he deserves to be talked about so highly.

Hank decides to do one last arch. He would tell Dean everything and then leave. To where? He didn't know.

Everything was going fine. Dean was dogging his swings like he always did. Hank's swings became more and more aggressive as he talked to Dean. He told him everything. He took all the love from everyone Hank ever cared about. By the end Hank's eyes were clouding with tears.

Dean shouts at Hank. He loves him. He never wanted this to happen. He never wanted Hank to feel like this.

Hank knew it was a lie.

He swung. Hard.

He heard a thump.

After wiping the tears from his eyes, he could finally see clearly. In front of him was Dean, laying in a pool of blood coming from his head.

He wasn't moving.

Hank broke down. He called for Brock.

As soon as he saw Brock coming, he ran home.

Hank didn't sleep that night.

The next day there was a knock at the door. Brock came to tell Hank that Dean was actually alive and in a coma, but he wasn't sure if he'd stay like that. Hank refused to see him the first day. He couldn't stand the guilt.

Hank went the next day alone. He needed to at least apologize. By the time he got there he realized he wouldn't be leaving. Not until Dean woke up.

Hank spent the next few days at the hospital feeling miserable and talking to Dean and breaking down.

I don't have much fleshed out for when Dean does wake up. But they definitely make up dw.

Ummm I will accept and encourage questions in my ask box it will help me develope things !!!

#hank venture #the venture bros #venture bros #text post #dean venture #vbros au #villain hank

[itsjustanotherone]

the fact that most people don’t realise that mace kind of went through a character arch in SWTCW is a little sad.

in  R2 Come Home (S2 E21) mace shows that he believes that droids can’t/ shouldn’t feel emotions but by the end mace thanks R2D2 for save him and Anakin.

then in Secret Weapons (S5 E10) mace trust a group of droids with going under cover to steal some special information that would help the republic. then in Point of No Return (S5 E14) the same droids end up save millions of lives from an attack. mace included.

after that in Unfinished Business (S7 E4) mace tries to convince a bunch of separatist droids to switch sides and join the republic. 

mace went from believing droids do not have feeling to realising that they do have their own thoughts and opinions. it’s so sweet. 

#mace windu #master windu #star wars #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars r2d2 #jedi #jedi council

[payidaresque]

Rules: share some unpopular opinions about 5 different fandoms of your choosing. tagged by @burningblake thanks love, your timing is 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼 (i mean it). though it won't exaclty be UNPOPULAR opinions since they're mostly on really small fandoms so 💀 anyway, under the cut ✌🏻 And i'm tagging @elena-gilbert @blackfyredaemon @lordjohnwgrey @sylvies-casey @shane-west no pressure <3

Ramo While the show had its strong sides (up til like mid- season 1 and lbr, the main strong side is murat in various suits lmao, mainly black), s2 is not great and the finale is ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE Spartacus I dropped the show after s1 because the actor they replaced Andy Whitfield (may God rest his soul) with, didn't fit the type at all and i couldn't continue. Andy set the bar too high. I have nothing against the actor tho, that's just not his role

Arrow This show is simply stupid for me as a disabled person specifically, because it didn't have the accurate representation of disabled ppl, or at least somewhat BELIVABLE representation. And i'm referring to Felicity gettng paralyzed from the waist down (for like what, 2 episodes?) arch. IT JUST DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT. Even in the show that's kind of scifi-ish. Also, Stephen Amell deserved better. The only character i really liked was Thea, and i dropped it and i don't regret it

Raised by wolves Marcus's not another 'Ragnar'. i actually think Travis Fimmel did a pretty good job, and i think he's a very solid and belivable actor. just watch Dreamland with him and Margot(Robbie). it's worth it. trust me. It's an excelent drama. And Travis can be even better when he truly tries. Also, there could be so much more to the show so fuck HBO for cancelling it Once upon a time s7 was absolutely unnecessary and s6 had the perfect wrap up for the show

#tagged ♡

[blazethecheeto]

Rant about Black Siren. I know you want to. Go. (Favorite moment, favorite ship with them etc.)

oh my god. you don't even know the freedom you've given me right now anon.

OKAY SO- (rip if u click keep reading)

i absolutely adore siren, probably my favourite character in arrow, and i love her humour, her sass, her confidence, her softness, literally everything about her.

fave moment: dude you're joking- there are so many. one of my favourite moments is definitely the episode where she goes to court for oliver's appeal (because felicity asked her to!) and she says '"the hardest thing to do is to be a hero when no one expects you to be". and dinah was watching. and when she gets out she is confronted by her and she tries to deny it but AGH that moment murdered me it was when she really redeemed herself.

another moment i love is when she opens up to felicity about her dad dying. just her vulnerability and sadness that we really never got to see until that moment? ugh it's so good.

and of course there's the moment where she absolutely destroys cayden james and the other guys in the room with one scream after the power dampener breaks. i love when she shows her actual potential with her powers, like with siren-x, because that's one thing that pisses me off.

the arrow writers really like to make black siren the sidekick of the main generic white man villain and it makes me so mad, because LET HER BE THE VILLAIN!! SHE'S WAY MORE INTERESTING AND SO MUCH MORE POWERFUL.

i never got why siren wouldn't just like. kill diaz, or cayden, or prometheus or any of the men she 'owed her life to' because she absolutely could. she could destroy them all in seconds, yet the writers continuously made her their slave and spy. it limited her potential. we barely knew ANYTHING about her backstory or personality.

i'm very very glad in s7, she gets to shine more on her own and also gets to be super gay as she should.

fave ship: OKAY SO- i obviously ship sirenwatch (felicity x siren) and dinahsiren (dinah x siren). i really can't choose, because both are literally so good for different reasons.

dinahsiren is THE enemies to lovers ship. i mean, she literally killed dinah's boyfriend, and then dinah almost killed her, and they both have similar powers and are arch-enemies and always are gunning to one-up each other. but there's this obvious sexual tension there with the flirting/insults?? like hello.

i mean take a look at their DIALOGUE for a second and look me in the eye to tell me it isn't a classic enemies to lovers banter.

“God, you are such a bitch.” “Yeah, it takes one to know one, sweetheart.” -

“That is not why I'm here and you know it.” “Aww, did you miss me? So sweet.”

siren literally winking at dinah? dinah saying 'you like that?' after pinning her against the wall as she puts a collar on her?????

oh and that doesn't even go INTO s7 and s8. when dinah stops siren from killing someone because even though they hate each other, like she says- 'if anyone knows the real her, the true her, it's dinah'. them starting to bond and slowly become frenemies, begrudgingly working together, to becoming partners, to dinah singing 'i'm in love with you' while looking wistfully at siren from across the room?!?!

anyways now sirenwatch which i've also fallen in love with because of the classic grumpy x sunshine dynamic. felicity absolutely had a crush on laurel in s1 and you cannot convince me otherwise, so this is a strange sight to have her back- but she's not her laurel. just like how siren sees this felicity as not her felicity. (e2 laurel and felicity hooked up. trust me bro.)

s7 was the season that awoke all the sirenwatch shippers. like. siren starting to see felicity in a different way than the bubbly, sweet girl that she thought she was. felicity asking for help to torture a man and siren trying to stop her from doing so. she's basically her protector. they're so killersnow coded. siren's awkwardness at trying to ask her out, while felicity with no hesitation asks her out for drinks. 7x11 was possibly the episode i died and went to heaven because of how much sirenwatch was in that. when she started to open up and really start to like felicity, really see that someone is there to help her?!?

okay but back to black siren. i really love the grumpy/rude on the outside but soft/awkward on the inside characters which makes sense why i actually love her snarky personality. bro is actually just a cutie that needs therapy. fave look:

because women.

anyways. um. tl;dr: she's my poor little meow meow and i'm crushing her like a soda can help me she was done dirty by the show and i'm resisting the urge to just write a fanfic about it OH BEFORE I FORGET HERE'S AN EDIT I MADE

#anyways! #black siren #my faves #fandom rant #blaze rants #like a lot #video post #ask post #so sorry to whoever asked that what were u expecting #arrow #my ships #mine

[mrsbsmooth]

Scripts - S7 - Episode 16 (Part 2 of 2)

Smut & Movie night announcement

You pull the duvet over both of your heads and feel for his face in the darkness.

You guide his arms around your neck.

The darkness is thrilling as you move towards the sandalwood scent of his aftershave.

You lead the way, he lets you be generous just like you hoped he would.

He winds his fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped he would.

He brings his lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped he would.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when he changes the rhythm of his kisses to match yours.

You finally resurface for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} grins.

You pull the duvet over both of your heads and feel for her face in the darkness.

You guide her arms around your neck.

The darkness is thrilling as you move towards the cherry scent of her perfume.

She lets out a soft moan, being vocal just like you hoped she’d be.

She winds her fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped she would.

She brings her lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped she would.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when she changes the rhythm of her kisses to match yours.

You finally resurface for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} smiles blissfully.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re gonna make me dream about you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good.

Do bits

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m not tired, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s explore each other.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m wide awake now.

You pull the duvet over both of your heads and feel for his face in the darkness.

You guide his arms around your neck.

The darkness is thrilling as you move towards the sandalwood scent of his aftershave.

He lets you lead his hands over your body, being generous just like you hoped he’d be.

He winds his fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped he would.

He brings his lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped he would.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when he changes the rhythm of his kisses to match yours.

He uses your shared rhythm to kiss down your neck, chest, stomach, stopping at the most sensitive parts of each area.

Using his hands and fingers to drive you to the brink of pleasure.

His every touch sends shivers of lust down your spine.

Each kiss is intentional, every brush of his fingers is enough to take you there.

You gasp as he takes it up a notch, bringing you to a blissful, back-arching finish.

You finally resurface for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} grins.

You pull the duvet over both of your heads and feel for her face in the darkness.

You guide her arms around your neck.

The darkness is thrilling as you move towards the cherry scent of her perfume.

She lets out a soft moan, being vocal just like you hoped she’d be.

She winds her fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped she would.

She brings her lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped she would.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when she changes the rhythm of her kisses to match yours.

She uses your shared rhythm to kiss down your neck, chest, stomach, stopping at the most sensitive parts of each area.

Using her lips and fingers to drive you to the brink of pleasure.

Her every touch sends shivers of lust down your spine.

Each kiss is intentional, every brush of her fingers is enough to take you there.

You gasp as she takes it up a notch, bringing you to a blissful, back-arching finish.

You finally resurface for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} smiles.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You weren’t lying about being a giver.

{0}_HAPPY: You can trust me, you see.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re amazing.

{0}_HAPPY: But I think it’s probably time we get some sleep.

Cuddle

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can we cuddle?

{0} gasps.

{0}_HAPPY: As if you even need to ask me that.

You let {0} draw you into his arms, you rest your head gently on his pecs.

He feels so comfortable and he smells so good…

You let {0} draw you into her arms, you rest your head gently on her chest.

She feels so comfortable and she smells so good…

{0}_HAPPY: Goodnight, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Goodnight.

Go to sleep

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I’m really sleepy. It’s been a long day.

{0}_IDLE: It really has.

{0}_IDLE: Let's get some sleep then.

{0}_HAPPY: So that we’re ready for a beautiful day tomorrow.

{0}_HAPPY: Goodnight, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Goodnight.

You drift peacefully off to sleep.

You manage to sneak down to the daybeds, undetected.

You can see {0} propped up against the pillows, snuggled under a duvet.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Did you bring that duvet down?

{0}_HAPPY: Actually… Wait for it.

{0} pulls the duvet up to reveal a second layer underneath.

{0}_HAPPY: Double duvet. I didn’t want us to get cold.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Did you leave a couple without a duvet?

{0} chuckles softly.

{0}_IDLE: I’m not that mean, I promise.

{0}_HAPPY: These were both spares.

You slip beneath the sheets, feeling warm and cosy instantly.

{0}_FLIRTY: How does that feel?

I’d feel better if you were closer

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think I’d feel much better if we got closer.

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, in that case.

{0} shifts closer to you, almost close enough to brush skin…

{0}_FLIRTY: Close enough?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: For now.

I’m warm enough

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m plenty warm enough!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think you’re onto something with this double duvet.

{0}_HAPPY: Was just thinking about you.

{0}_FLIRTY: My top priority is your comfort on our secret outdoor excursion…

{0}_HAPPY: I’m honestly super flattered that you chose to brave the great outdoors.

{0}_HAPPY: With me!

{0}_IDLE: Especially when you could have been snuggled up with Vicky.

{0}_IDLE: I’m still jealous.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why, though?

{0}_SAD: Just when we were getting close, a bombshell had to come and ruin things.

{0}_IDLE: Typical.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe you came to the wrong place if you were looking for something straight forward.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m looking for love, but everything’s a journey, right?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Love Island certainly is a journey.

{0}_HAPPY: This recoupling won’t affect us though.

{0}_HAPPY: You and I. This is special.

{0}_FLIRTY: The way I feel around you, I can’t ignore that.

{0}_IDLE: Bombshell, or no bombshell.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m still a bit surprised that you wanted to hang with me tonight.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why wouldn’t I?

{0}_IDLE: I don’t know.

{0}_FLIRTY: I shouldn’t ask questions, I should just roll with it.

{0}_HAPPY: There’s something between us, something special.

{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe it took a bombshell coming in for us to properly realise that.

PLAYER_IDLE: How do you feel about being with Travis then?

{0}_SURPRISED: Ohhhh, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: It definitely isn’t like that.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m out here with you, aren’t I?

I’m a bit jealous

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m a bit jealous. I can’t help it.

PLAYER_IDLE: What if he wanted you in his bed?

{0}_SURPRISED: He honestly didn’t, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: Cute that you’re jealous though.

You’re so right

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re right. You being out here with me speaks volumes.

{0}_HAPPY: I wouldn’t have asked you out here if I was into Travis.

{0}_IDLE: Bless him. He’s a laugh, but he’s not for me.

Are you?! Where?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Wait, are you?! Where? I thought I was all alone out here.

{0}_FLIRTY: Is that sarcasm, {1}?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maaaaaybe.

I don’t actually care

PLAYER_IDLE: I mean, to be fair I don’t really care all that much.

PLAYER_IDLE: If he wants you, it’s whatever to me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I can’t tell if that’s confidence or if you genuinely don’t care.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s keep it a mystery…

{0}_HAPPY: It’s kinda blissful out here.

{0}_IDLE: Nobody snoring or talking in their sleep.

{0}_HAPPY: The stars twinkling above us.

{0}_IDLE: If we weren’t in the villa, things would play out a little differently though.

{0}_HAPPY: If we were spending time together under the stars for the first time.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What would be different?

{0}_HAPPY: We’d set up a little outdoor cinema.

{0}_HAPPY: Have you seen those inflatable screens?

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh yeah! I’ve seen.

{0}_HAPPY: We’d chill together and watch movies under the stars.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’d be perfect.

{0}_IDLE: Especially when you could have been snuggled up with Travis.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t like that we aren’t in an official couple anymore.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Maybe that’s silly because it really doesn’t matter.

{0}_IDLE: But I feel like we shouldn’t have to sneak around and be polite.

PLAYER_IDLE: Is that what you think we’re doing?

{0}_IDLE: I mean, yeah. Kinda.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: {1} doesn’t know I’m out here.

{0}_IDLE: I did make it clear to her that I’m not interested though.

PLAYER_IDLE: She probably guessed where you are.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I hope she’s sound asleep.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t wanna be a bad guy.

PLAYER_IDLE: How does it feel to be back with her then?

{0}_SURPRISED: {1}! You phrased that totally wrong.

{0}_IDLE: I’m not back with her at all.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m out here with you, aren’t I?

{0}_IDLE: How are you feeling about it?

I’m a bit jealous

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m a bit jealous, you know.

PLAYER_SAD: You’ve got history with {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: I’ve got history with you!

{0}_IDLE: I can promise you, there’s no need to be jealous.

{0}_FLIRTY: Cute though.

You’re so right

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re totally right, you being out here with me speaks volumes.

{0}_IDLE: Exactly. Why would I have left her inside if I wanted to reopen things.

{0}_IDLE: I want you, full stop.

Are you?! Where?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Wait, are you?! Where? I thought I was all alone out here.

{0}_FLIRTY: Is that sarcasm, {1}?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maaaaaybe.

I don’t actually care

PLAYER_IDLE: I mean, to be fair I don’t really care all that much.

PLAYER_IDLE: If she wants you, it’s whatever to me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I can’t tell if that’s confidence or if you genuinely don’t care.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s leave it a mystery.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s kinda blissful out here.

{0}_IDLE: Nobody snoring or talking in their sleep.

{0}_HAPPY: The stars twinkling above us.

{0}_IDLE: If we weren’t in the villa, things would play out a little different.

{0}_HAPPY: If we were spending time together under the stars.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What would be different?

{0}_HAPPY: We’d be toasting marshmallows for starters.

{0}_IDLE: I’ve been known to make a mean smores stack.

{0}_HAPPY: My nephews love it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You sit around the campfire together?

{0}_HAPPY: Singing campfire songs.

{0}_IDLE: We don’t have to sing though.

{0}_HAPPY: We can just chill and chat, and feed each other smores.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh, we’d be having our own private rave under the stars.

{0}_IDLE: I’d have brought my little portable speaker.

{0}_FLIRTY: Glo-paint on our bodies.

{0}_FLIRTY: To be fair, we don’t even have to be wearing clothes.

{0}_IDLE: If we’re someplace secluded.

{0}_HAPPY: There would be nice drinks involved.

{0}_HAPPY: We’d probably be in a rooftop bar under the stars instead.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d be all suited up, you’d steal the show though.

{0}_FLIRTY: Then I’d take you back to mine and we could stargaze in our own time.

{0}_FLIRTY: In between other activities…

{0}_FLIRTY: There’d be a lot of laughter and whispered sweet nothings.

{0}_HAPPY: We’d be at a beautiful lookout spot for one thing.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d have driven us there.

{0}_FLIRTY: We’d sit on the car bonnet, holding hands and stargazing.

{0}_HAPPY: Stealing little kisses every few moments.

That sounds like heaven

PLAYER_HAPPY: That sounds beautiful, like a little slice of heaven.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s do it!

{0}_HAPPY: See, this is what I’m so excited for!

{0}_HAPPY: Life outside of the villa.

{0}_SURPRISED: I never thought I’d say something like that.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re changing me, {1}.

That’s not my thing

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s not really it for me.

PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t see myself enjoying any of that, to be honest.

{0}_IDLE: No sweat, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: There are plenty of other things we could do.

{0} snuggles deeper under the duvet, turning to gaze into your eyes with a playful smile.

{0}_FLIRTY: Being out here alone, it’s making me feel all kinds of bold.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can see it in your eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m thinking things I shouldn’t think…

{0}_FLIRTY: About stuff I’m into.

PLAYER_IDLE: Be more specific?

{0}_FLIRTY: About what I like in the bedroom.

{0}_IDLE: Do you wanna know? We could talk about what we both like?

*Tell me what you like

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d love to hear what you’re thinking about right now.

{0}_IDLE: I was hoping you’d say that.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve got a few specific things on my mind.

Nah

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t really want to hear right now.

{0}_IDLE: You, the night sky, so many things we could do.

{0}_FLIRTY: You sure you don’t want to hear what I’m thinking about?

*I wanna hear

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d love to hear what you’re thinking about right now.

{0}_IDLE: I was hoping you’d say that.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve got a few specific things on my mind.

I’m not in the mood

PLAYER_IDLE: No thanks, I’m not really in the mood.

{0}_IDLE: That’s cool, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just happy to be spending this time with you.

{0}_IDLE: Let’s get some rest.

{0}_HAPPY: Goodnight, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: First, I’ll tell you what I like.

{0}_FLIRTY: I like a lot of things, {1}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Go on.

{0}_IDLE: But right now, what I’m really into…

{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe it’s being this close to you, the ambience of the night.

{0}_IDLE: Ear nibbling, ear-kissing.

{0}_FLIRTY: Naughty thoughts whispered in my ear.

That’s making me feel pretty hot

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I love the sound of that…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can feel my cheeks getting red.

{0}_FLIRTY: Suits you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I made you blush.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can’t help it.

That’s not really my thing

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know if that’s really my thing.

{0}_IDLE: That’s ok. Those are just a few of the things I like.

{0}_FLIRTY: I guess the point of being together is finding that perfect harmony…

{0}_FLIRTY: But maybe if I got the chance to show you, I could change your mind.

{0}_FLIRTY: Tell me what you’re really into, {1}?

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m a fast learner.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want to know everything about you…

Ear kissing and sexy whispers

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I like what you like. Whispers and ear nibbling gives me goosebumps.

{0}_FLIRTY: You changed your mind pretty quickly.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Or maybe I was just messing with you before.

{0}_FLIRTY: Our turn-ons are compatible.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s good, right?

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s perfect.

Light hair pulling

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I like a bit of gentle hair pulling. It feels so good.

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: I could definitely do that.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d be just the right amount of gentle.

Neck kisses

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I like kisses on my neck, that would give me goosebumps.

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh yeah?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s such a delicate area.

{0}_FLIRTY: I could definitely do that.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d be gentle.

I’ll keep this to myself

PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’ll keep that to myself for a while actually.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not ready to tell you that info yet.

{0}_IDLE: I understand, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Whatever you’re comfortable with.

{0}_FLIRTY: I like a lot of things, {1}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Go on.

{0}_IDLE: But right now, what I’m really into…

{0}_FLIRTY: Is an emotional connection.

{0}_IDLE: All the heat and passion mean nothing to me if I’m not feeling that.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I’m also into delicate touches, little fleeting moments of teasing.

That’s making me feel pretty hot

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I love the sound of that…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can feel my cheeks getting red.

{0}_FLIRTY: A blush looks gorgeous on you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I did that.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can’t help it.

That’s not really my thing

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know if that’s really my thing.

{0}_IDLE: That’s ok. Those are just a few of the things I like.

{0}_FLIRTY: I guess the point of being together is finding that perfect harmony…

{0}_FLIRTY: But maybe if I got the chance to show you, I could change your mind.

{0}_FLIRTY: Tell me what you’re really into, {1}?

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m a fast learner.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want to know everything about you…

I do like an emotional connection

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I like what you like. I have to feel emotionally connected to my partner.

{0}_FLIRTY: You changed your mind pretty quickly.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Or maybe I was just messing with you before.

{0}_FLIRTY: Our turn-ons are compatible.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s good, right?

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s perfect.

I’m into some light hair pulling

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I like a bit of gentle hair pulling. It feels so good.

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh yeah?

{0}_FLIRTY: I could definitely do that.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d be just the right amount of gentle.

I enjoy neck kisses

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I like kisses on my neck, that would give me goosebumps.

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh yeah?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s such a delicate area.

{0}_FLIRTY: I could definitely do that.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d be gentle.

Keep your turn-ons to yourself

PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’ll keep that to myself for a while actually.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not ready to tell you that info yet.

{0}_IDLE: I understand, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Whatever you’re comfortable with.

The tension hangs heavy in the air, the night sky glistens dreamily above you.

You can see the desire in {0}’s eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: What should we do now, {1}?

Kiss

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want to kiss you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Funnily enough, I want to kiss you too…

With the moonlight dancing on your eager faces, you guide his arms around your neck.

You sigh as you move towards the cedarwood scent of his aftershave.

He brings his lips up to your ear, kissing and nibbling your earlobe gently, just like you hoped he would.

He winds his fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped he would.

He brings his lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped he would.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when he changes the rhythm of his kisses to match yours.

You finally stop for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} grins.

With the moonlight dancing on your eager faces, you guide her arms around your neck.

You sigh as you move towards the citrus scent of her perfume.

She stares deep into your eyes, the connection is so strong. It makes your heart beat faster.

She winds her fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped she would.

She brings her lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped she would.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when she changes the rhythm of her kisses to match yours.

You finally stop for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} smiles blissfully.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re gonna make me dream about you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good.

Do bits

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, I’m not tired, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s have some fun.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m wide awake too.

You pull the duvet over both of your heads and feel for his face in the darkness. You guide his arms around your neck.

The darkness is thrilling as you move towards the cedarwood scent of his aftershave.

He brings his lips up to your ear, kissing and nibbling your earlobe gently, just like you hoped he would.

He winds his fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped he would.

He brings his lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped he would.

You make sure to stop and caress his earlobe with your lips, listening to his moans of pleasure.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when he changes the rhythm of his kisses to match yours.

He uses your shared rhythm to kiss down your neck, chest, stomach, stopping at the most sensitive parts of each area.

Using his hands and fingers to drive you to the brink of pleasure.

His every touch, sending shivers of lust down your spine.

Each kiss is intentional, every brush of his fingers is enough to take you there.

You gasp as he takes it up a notch, bringing you to a blissful, back-arching finish.

You finally resurface for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} grins.

You pull the duvet over both of your heads and feel for her face in the darkness. You guide her arms around your neck.

The darkness is thrilling as you move towards the citrus scent of her perfume.

She stares deep into your eyes, the connection is so strong. It makes your heart beat faster.

She winds her fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped she would.

She brings her lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped she would.

You touch her gently, teasingly and listen to her little gasps of satisfaction.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when she changes the rhythm of her kisses to match yours.

She uses your shared rhythm to kiss down your neck, chest, stomach, stopping at the most sensitive parts of each area.

Using her lips and fingers to drive you to the brink of pleasure.

Her every touch, sending shivers of lust down your spine.

Each kiss is intentional, every brush of her fingers is enough to take you there.

You gasp as she takes it up a notch, bringing you to a blissful, back-arching finish.

You finally resurface for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} smiles.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re amazing.

You collapse into each other's arms and snuggle.

{0}_HAPPY: We should probably get some sleep.

Go all the way

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, I’m not tired, {0}.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m wide awake too.

You pull the duvet over both of your heads and feel for his face in the darkness. You guide his arms around your neck.

The darkness is thrilling as you move towards the cedarwood scent of his aftershave.

He brings his lips up to your ear, kissing and nibbling your earlobe gently, just like you hoped he would.

He winds his fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped he would.

He brings his lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped he would.

You stop to nibble and kiss his earlobe, listening to his moans of pleasure.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when he changes the rhythm of his kisses to match yours.

He uses your shared rhythm to kiss down your neck, chest, stomach, stopping at the most sensitive parts of each area.

Using his hands and fingers to drive you to the brink of pleasure.

His every touch, sending shivers of lust down your spine.

Each kiss is intentional, every brush of his fingers is enough to take you there.

You can feel every part of him as your bodies work together to fuel your shared desire.

You gasp as he takes it up a notch, bringing you to a blissful, back-arching finish.

You finally stop for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} smiles.

You pull the duvet over both of your heads and feel for her face in the darkness. You guide her arms around your neck.

The darkness is thrilling as you move towards the citrus scent of her perfume.

She stares deep into your eyes, the connection is so strong. It makes your heart beat faster.

She winds her fingers through your hair and gently tugs on it, just like you hoped she would.

She brings her lips down to your neck, kissing gently up and down, just like you hoped she would.

You touch her gently, teasingly and listen to her little gasps of satisfaction.

Your lips finally meet in a clash of expectant passion.

Heat rises to your cheeks when she changes the rhythm of her kisses to match yours.

She uses your shared rhythm to kiss down your neck, chest, stomach, stopping at the most sensitive parts of each area.

Using her lips and fingers to drive you to the brink of pleasure.

Her every touch, sending shivers of lust down your spine.

Each kiss is intentional, every brush of her fingers is enough to take you there.

Your bodies curve and bind together to fuel your shared desire.

You gasp as she takes it up a notch, bringing you to a blissful, back-arching finish.

You finally resurface for breath, giddy and glowing. {0} smiles.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t stop smiling.

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re pure magic.

You wrap your arms around each other and settle under the covers.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Goodnight.

{0}_HAPPY: Goodnight, {1}.

Cuddle

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can we cuddle?

{0} gasps.

{0}_HAPPY: As if you even need to ask me that.

You let {0} draw you into his arms, you rest your head gently on his pecs.

He feels so comfortable and he smells so good…

You let {0} draw you into her arms, you rest your head gently on her chest.

She feels so comfortable and she smells so good…

{0}_HAPPY: Goodnight, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Goodnight.

Get some rest

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s get some rest.

{0}_HAPPY: Ok, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s been a long day.

{0}_IDLE: It really has.

{0}_HAPPY: Thank you for being out here with me.

{0}_HAPPY: Goodnight, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Goodnight.

The two of you drift off to sleep in the cool night air.

You wake to the early morning sunshine creating speckles of light across the duvet.

{0}_HAPPY: Morning, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good morning.

{0}_HAPPY: I wanted to wake you to watch the sunrise but you looked so peaceful.

{0}_IDLE: I had to let you rest.

{0} holds out a hand and watches the light play across his fingers.

{0}_HAPPY: Your face was glowing in the sunlight.

{0}_HAPPY: You look unreal.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d push my morning workout back just to hang out in bed with you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You would?

{0}_HAPPY: That’s a high compliment indeed, I can promise you that.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh man, hold it there for a second.

He reaches under his pillow and grabs his phone to snap a picture of you with the vista behind you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Am I your model or something?

{0}_FLIRTY: An actual supermodel.

{0}_HAPPY: If we were back home I’d post this on my socials.

{0}_FLIRTY: Would have all my followers flocking to my DMs.

{0}_HAPPY: Talking ‘bout how gorgeous you are.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Would they?

{0}_HAPPY: Oh yeah. For sure.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just thinking about the fact that I’m sleeping outside.

PLAYER_IDLE: What about it?

{0}_IDLE: You’re literally the only person I would do that for.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m a luxury sleeper, usually.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How did that feel for you?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I was gonna say, I’d sleep anywhere if you were there.

{0}_HAPPY: I had a dream about you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Did you? Tell me about it?

{0}_HAPPY: It was so cool.

{0}_HAPPY: We were riding horses along the beach, the sun was setting…

{0}_IDLE: So beautiful and serene.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Then it got weird.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m intrigued.

{0}_HAPPY: You started singing, apart from it sounded more like buzzing.

{0}_HAPPY: I woke up and there was a mosquito right by my ear…

PLAYER_HAPPY: What a rude awakening.

{0} holds out a hand and watches the light play across her fingers.

{0}_HAPPY: Your face was glowing in the sunlight.

{0}_FLIRTY: So gorgeous.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you. Sunlight is very complimentary.

{0}_HAPPY: Any weather would compliment you, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: How are you feeling today?

{0}_IDLE: Do you think you made the right choice sleeping out here with me?

I definitely did!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I definitely made the right choice.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I had a blissful night with you.

{0}_HAPPY: Our own little Love Island campout.

It might have been the wrong choice

PLAYER_IDLE: Hmmmmm, I kinda think I made the wrong choice.

{0}_SAD: Oh.

{0}_SAD: Are you thinking you should’ve given Vicky a chance?

{0}_SAD: Are you thinking you should’ve given Travis a chance?

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I am.

I don’t know

PLAYER_IDLE: I actually don’t know.

PLAYER_IDLE: I haven’t worked my head out since the recoupling.

{0}_IDLE: I get that, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll be patient.

{0}_IDLE: Shall we head inside? See what everybody’s up to?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s do it.

You head inside the villa to find the others.

You wake to see {0} propped up against the pillows, waiting for you.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh hey, good morning, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good morning!

{0}_IDLE: You sleep so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you.

You can hear the other Islanders stirring. The room is buzzing with gentle early morning chatter.

{0}_HAPPY: How are you feeling after our first night together?

I feel good

PLAYER_HAPPY: I feel good, I made the right choice.

{0}_HAPPY: Heck yeah you did.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m a great bed partner.

{0}_HAPPY: And I never steal the duvet.

I feel bad

PLAYER_IDLE: I feel a bit bad.

{0}_IDLE: I sort of get it.

{0}_HAPPY: But you shouldn’t.

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re perfectly allowed to explore your options.

I’m unsure

PLAYER_IDLE: I feel a bit unsure I guess.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I had a fun night.

PLAYER_IDLE: But also, I’m not sure what’s gonna happen now.

{0}_IDLE: Hmmm, I see what you’re saying.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t worry too much about it.

{0}_HAPPY: Especially if you’re worrying about what other people think.

UMA_HAPPY: {0}! Come here!!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m just gonna go sit on Uma’s bed.

{0}_HAPPY: Go for it.

You can feel eyes on you as you casually walk into the bedroom.

Vicky gives you a cheeky wave.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Hey, {0}.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’ll pretend you didn’t disappear on me last night.

PLAYER_IDLE: Ooops, um…

Travis raises a toned arm to give you a flirty salute.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: ‘Sup, {0}.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’ll pretend you didn’t disappear on me last night.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oops, um…

UMA_HAPPY: Over here!

Uma saves you by gesturing wildly for you to join her on her bed.

You head over to her.

You perch on the end of Uma’s bed, she thrusts her arms into the air and yawns noisily.

{0}_HAPPY: Love that yawn. It’s like a lion roaring.

UMA_SURPRISED: Nah, nah, nah.

UMA_HAPPY: More like a little cat, right, {0}?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m staying out of it.

UMA_FLIRTY: Did you sneak out last night…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe I did.

UMA_FLIRTY: Fresh from your night with the newbie.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Shush…

PLAYER_IDLE: How are you two doing?

PLAYER_IDLE: Feeling stronger, feeling better?

UMA_HAPPY: You know, I think we’re in a much better place.

{0}_HAPPY: I totally agree.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’ve stopped being an idiot, so we’re good now.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Glad to hear it.

UMA_SAD: Everyone seems to be kinda rocky at the moment though.

UMA_IDLE: Even Summer and Joyo.

You catch Summer sighing to herself wistfully.

UMA_IDLE: Even Raf and Daph.

You catch Daphne sighing to herself wistfully.

{0} strolls into the bedroom.

Uma glances over at him.

UMA_IDLE: You know {0} didn’t sleep in here.

UMA_IDLE: I think he was on the daybeds.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: We were on the daybeds, he wasn’t there!

{0}_IDLE: I think he said he fell asleep on the swingseat actually.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: He just didn’t want to deal with {1}.

{0} struts over to Uma’s bed.

{0}_SERIOUS: Sucky move, {1}.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Huh?!

{0}_IDLE: Sneaking out with {1} last night.

{0}_IDLE: Don’t think I didn’t see ya last night, {1}.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Huh??

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sneaking out to be with {1} last night.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I honestly think you could’ve given me a chance with him.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Why?

{0}_IDLE: Well… We’re in a couple now.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I just wanted you to know, I picked him for a reason.

{0}_SERIOUS: I’m not backing down.

Before you can respond, she darts away to the dressing room.

You can’t help but notice Evan doing his morning stretches.

His muscles pop as he holds his arms out to either side and twists…

He catches you looking and cocks an eyebrow at you.

UMA_IDLE: What about you, {0}?

UMA_IDLE: Liking your new couple?

UMA_FLIRTY: Or looking elsewhere?

Liking it

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You know what?

UMA_HAPPY: What?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I feel good, I like the newness of it.

UMA_HAPPY: You go girl!

UMA_FLIRTY: Put those eggs in as many baskets as you need to.

UMA_HAPPY: I support you.

I’m looking elsewhere

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m looking elsewhere.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: My eyes aren’t on my new partner.

UMA_FLIRTY: Well, duh. I could’ve told you that!

UMA_FLIRTY: Scandalous behaviour…

UMA_HAPPY: Girls! Report for terrace talk.

She lowers her voice so only you can hear.

UMA_FLIRTY: I need to dish the drama from last night!

BONNIE_HAPPY: Terrace talk? Is that what we’re calling it?

VICKY_FLIRTY: Catchy!

You and the girls march out to the terrace together, leaving a pack of confused boys in your wake.

You crowd onto the terrace with the girls to hear the gossip.

Bonnie sits beside you, you catch Vicky roll her eyes slightly.

Vicky sits beside you, you catch Bonnie roll her eyes slightly.

SUMMER_HAPPY: What’s up, Uma?

SUMMER_IDLE: Can we make this snappy? I gotta get ready!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: What’s up, Uma?

DAPHNE_IDLE: Can we chat quickly? I wanna get ready!

UMA_HAPPY: I’m just buzzing with excitement!

UMA_HAPPY: I love having you girls to chat to.

UMA_HAPPY: Basically, I just want to tell you all…

UMA_HAPPY: How into {0} I am!

The girls descend into a collective groan.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, we all heard.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Except for {1}.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: She might have heard it from outside.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Except for Bonnie and {0}, of course.

Her tone is light, but you can sense a hint of annoyance in her voice.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Ok, Uma. That’s cute or whatever, but really?

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: I heard enough last night. I’m going to get dressed.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Ok, Uma. That’s cute or whatever but really?

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: I heard enough last night. I’m going to get dressed.

The girls stand up and file out, patting Uma solemnly on the back as they pass her by.

UMA_SURPRISED: Wait, girls! I wanna go into detail!

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Eww…

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: I’ll just say, good for you, Uma.

Bonnie winks at you on her way back inside.

Vicky winks at you on her way back inside.

UMA_FLIRTY: Aha! My plan worked.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Your plan?

PLAYER_HAPPY: You sound kinda villainous, Uma.

UMA_FLIRTY: Maybe I am.

UMA_HAPPY: I just wanted to get you to myself.

UMA_HAPPY: I knew they would all leave as soon as I got melty.

UMA_HAPPY: And I didn’t want them to see us sneak off or anything.

UMA_HAPPY: Now I can spill the real tea from last night.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: And who was involved in the real tea?

UMA_FLIRTY: Who wasn’t? But let’s just say that {0} starred heavily.

UMA_FLIRTY: And you’ll want to know what she did! It may surprise you.

*Oooh spill right now!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Serve me that tea.

UMA_FLIRTY: The kettle is on.

UMA_HAPPY: The teabag is ready.

UMA_HAPPY: Custard creams or bourbons?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Um, Uma.

UMA_HAPPY: Oops, I was rolling with the analogy.

Not right now, Uma

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want the tea right now, Uma.

Uma clutches her chest in mock surprise.

UMA_SURPRISED: But, {0}! I gotta spill it.

UMA_HAPPY: You’re my partner-in-gossip. And it relates to you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Does it?

UMA_HAPPY: You’ll want to know what {0} got up to.

UMA_FLIRTY: Tell me you’ll let me fill you in?

*Alright then, spill it

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Serve me that tea!

UMA_FLIRTY: The kettle is on.

UMA_HAPPY: The teabag is ready.

UMA_HAPPY: Custard creams or bourbons?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Um, Uma.

UMA_HAPPY: Oops, I was rolling with the analogy.

No thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m honestly good, Uma.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I wanna go inside and get ready.

UMA_IDLE: Aww, ok.

UMA_HAPPY: I’ll have to give my gossip to the Love Island birds.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You do that.

Just as you’re about to head inside… Your phone pings!

UMA_FLIRTY: Ok. Settle in.

She faces you conspiratorially, a gleam in her eye.

UMA_IDLE: After you got into bed.

UMA_FLIRTY: I think you were distracted by Vicky.

UMA_FLIRTY: I think you were distracted by Travis.

UMA_IDLE: Actually, I think most people were asleep at this point.

UMA_IDLE: It was really late.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I was only awake because erm…

PLAYER_HAPPY: Because?

She smirks and raises her eyebrows.

UMA_FLIRTY: Well, me and {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Say no more.

UMA_IDLE: Anyway, I heard somebody get up.

UMA_IDLE: I let them leave the room because I didn’t wanna startle them.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: But then I wanted my water anyway so I got up to get it.

UMA_FLIRTY: And I happened to peep out of the door, just to see who it was.

PLAYER_IDLE: Who was it?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: It was {0}.

UMA_IDLE: She was totally sneaking down to try and join {0} outside.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I know you chose to give Vicky a chance.

UMA_IDLE: But I still thought you’d want to know.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I know you chose to give Travis a chance.

UMA_IDLE: But I still thought you’d want to know.

So shady of her

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: That’s so shady of her, like why would she even do that?

PLAYER_IDLE: He’s not into her, it’s embarrassing.

UMA_IDLE: Hmm, she probably saw a chance and took it.

UMA_IDLE: I reckon she figured you wouldn’t care because you didn’t join him out there.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Not that I agree with her.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It’s just weird.

I’m not surprised

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not surprised at all.

PLAYER_IDLE: I thought she’d jump at the chance.

UMA_IDLE: She does seem to be a bit obsessed with the idea of getting him back.

Not bothered

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m honestly not bothered at this point.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s getting kind of old.

UMA_HAPPY: Yessss, live that unbothered life, {0}!

PLAYER_IDLE: So, what happened next?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: She came back upstairs around five minutes later.

UMA_IDLE: She was definitely stressing about something.

UMA_IDLE: I wasn’t eavesdropping, but-

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s what somebody who most certainly <i>was</i> eavesdropping would say.

UMA_FLIRTY: You got me there.

UMA_IDLE: I heard Summer ask {0} if she was ok.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What did she say?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: She brushed it off.

UMA_IDLE: Said she went down to try it on with {0}.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: But apparently he cut it off straight away.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s interesting.

UMA_IDLE: Then I heard Summer sigh.

UMA_HAPPY: She was like, What did you do that for, girl?!

UMA_HAPPY: Then two seconds later, I heard Summer snoring again.

UMA_HAPPY: Wouldn’t surprise me if she has no recollection of it today!

UMA_IDLE: I heard Daphne ask {0} if she was ok.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What did she say?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: She brushed it off.

UMA_IDLE: Said she went down to try it on with {0}.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: But apparently he cut it off straight away.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s interesting.

UMA_IDLE: Then I heard Daph sigh.

UMA_HAPPY: She was like, What did you do that for, girl?!

UMA_HAPPY: Then two seconds later, I heard Daphne snoring again.

UMA_HAPPY: Wouldn’t surprise me if she has no recollection of it today!

UMA_IDLE: After you crept off to the daybeds.

UMA_FLIRTY: To have fun with Bonnie.

UMA_FLIRTY: To have fun with {0}.

UMA_IDLE: Actually, I think most people were asleep at this point.

UMA_IDLE: It was really late.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I was only awake because erm…

PLAYER_HAPPY: Because?

She smirks and raises her eyebrow.

UMA_FLIRTY: Well, me and {0}...

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Say no more.

UMA_IDLE: Anyway, I heard somebody get up.

UMA_IDLE: Then I heard voices…

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Who was it?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: First I heard {0}.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: She was really getting her flirt on.

UMA_IDLE: I heard her seductively whisper, Hey, handsome.

UMA_SURPRISED: I was panicking, thinking, who is she speaking to?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I was super paranoid she was trying to chat up {0}.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Thinking I was asleep or something.

PLAYER_IDLE: Who was she talking to then?

UMA_IDLE: It was Travis!

That’s super shady

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: That’s so shady of her, like why would she even do that?

PLAYER_IDLE: I thought she was so set on getting {0} back.

UMA_IDLE: Hmm, she probably saw a chance and took it.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: He stole me, not her.

UMA_IDLE: I reckon she figured you wouldn’t care because you didn’t join him in bed.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Not that I agree with her.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: It’s just weird.

I’m surprised

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh wow, that surprises me.

PLAYER_IDLE: I thought she was all about getting {0} back.

UMA_IDLE: So did I!

I ain’t bothered

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m honestly not bothered by what she does at this point.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s getting kind of old.

UMA_HAPPY: Yessss, live that unbothered life, {0}!

UMA_IDLE: I think he was surprised at first.

UMA_IDLE: He started laughing kinda softly to himself.

UMA_FLIRTY: His laugh is sort of sexy, actually.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Uma!

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I can’t believe I just said that.

UMA_IDLE: I heard her whispering about getting into bed with him.

UMA_IDLE: I wasn’t eavesdropping, but-

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s what somebody who most certainly <i>was</i> eavesdropping would say.

UMA_FLIRTY: You got me there.

UMA_HAPPY: Ok, at this point I was really straining my ears to hear his reply.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Felt like I was channelling a bat.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why a bat?

UMA_HAPPY: Bats have great hearing.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds legit.

UMA_IDLE: He was really murmuring.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: A boy's sleepy-time murmuring is hard enough to understand…

UMA_IDLE: Without the added stress of them not being in the same bed as you.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I just about caught the words hot, tempted and not tonight.

UMA_IDLE: Then I heard a big sigh and her footsteps as she went back to her own bed.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Girl got rejected.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oh dear.

UMA_IDLE: Then this morning, I woke up a little earlier than everyone else…

UMA_SURPRISED: To more drama.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: With {0}?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Nope.

UMA_IDLE: I was heading out of the room to get some coffee, when I overheard Summer and Joyo.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: They were arguing in the dressing room.

PLAYER_IDLE: What were they saying?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I think their drama was something to do with Summer and Travis.

UMA_IDLE: But I’m not entirely su-

SUMMER_HAPPY: Hey gal pals.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, that was cringe.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Hey spicy ladies.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Still cringe.

UMA_HAPPY: It’s authentically you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Summer, trademark.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I’ll take that.

SUMMER_IDLE: What are you two talking about? I came back for my hairband.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Oh, there it is.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Um, we were talking about you actually, Summer.

SUMMER_SURPRISED: Oooooh, what about me in particular?

Tell Summer gently

PLAYER_IDLE: Do you wanna sit down, Summer.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Erm ok, am I being told off?

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re just checking up on you.

UMA_IDLE: I heard you and Joyo arguing this morning.

Hint to Summer

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, erm. We’re just making sure you’re good.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Nothing on your mind?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Nothing with Joyo or?

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Ohhhh, you heard us.

Tell Summer directly

PLAYER_IDLE: What’s up with you and Joyo then?

UMA_SURPRISED: {0}!

UMA_IDLE: I thought we’d ease into it.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: It was so silly.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: I’m really embarrassed to say.

UMA_IDLE: Don’t be, I’m sure whatever it was, isn’t that bad.

SUMMER_IDLE: I made a really silly joke this morning.

SUMMER_IDLE: Joyo was talking about Travis.

SUMMER_IDLE: Being complimentary about his muscles.

SUMMER_IDLE: I swear he said to me, the dude works out.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: So then I said, yeah, if I’d have had first pick at the recoupling…

SUMMER_FLIRTY: He’d be bench pressing me today.

UMA_SURPRISED: Ooph.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: I literally don’t know why I said it.

SUMMER_SAD: I really like Joyo.

SUMMER_SAD: I don’t know what to do. He got really annoyed.

Be honest with him

PLAYER_IDLE: The best thing you can do is be completely truthful with him.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Tell him what you told us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Open up to him.

PLAYER_IDLE: Tell him you were only teasing and you didn’t think before you spoke.

UMA_HAPPY: Couldn’t have put it any better myself.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We don’t get enough time in here to waste true feelings and true potential.

SUMMER_HAPPY: You’re so wise, {0}.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Thank you for being so awesome.

Give him some space

PLAYER_IDLE: You gotta give him a bit of space, Summer.

PLAYER_IDLE: Go about your day and wait for him to come to you, then you can work things out.

PLAYER_IDLE: He probably just needs a bit of time to cool off.

UMA_IDLE: She’s right. Sometimes it’s best to walk away, take a little break.

UMA_HAPPY: You two are great together.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He’ll come around, for sure.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Thank you so much, girls.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I needed that reassurance.

Find him and kiss him!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here’s what you do…

PLAYER_HAPPY: You find him, then give him the best kiss ever.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Like a world-shattering, clouds-parting, heart-hammering kinda kiss.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Then he’ll know how much you’re into him.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I like that idea, that sounds like something I would do.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: You know me pretty well by now, {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: It would certainly be a good way to make up.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Thank you, {0}. You’re the best.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I’ll see you both in a bit.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: My spicy gals…

UMA_HAPPY: Stop!

UMA_IDLE: I was heading to get some coffee, when I overheard Raf and Daphne.

PLAYER_IDLE: What were they saying?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: I think their drama was something to do with Excess Baggage.

UMA_IDLE: But I’m not entirely su-

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Hey gorgeouses.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: That’s totally not a word is it?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I’m always making up new words and odd phrases.

DAPHNE_IDLE: The other day I called my nails my finger-toppers.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Mostly because I genuinely forgot the word fingernails.

UMA_HAPPY: That’s authentically you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Daph, trademark.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I’ll take that.

DAPHNE_IDLE: What are you two talking about? I came back for my lip balm.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Oh, there it is.

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Um, we were talking about you actually, Daphne.

DAPHNE_SURPRISED: Ah really, what about me in particular?

Tell Daphne gently

PLAYER_IDLE: Do you wanna sit down, Daphne.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Erm ok, am I being told off?

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re just checking up on you.

UMA_IDLE: I heard you and Rafael arguing this morning.

Hint to Daphne

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, erm. We’re just making sure you’re good.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Nothing on your mind?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Nothing with Raf or?

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Ohhhh, you heard us.

Tell Daphne directly

PLAYER_IDLE: What’s up with you and Rafael then?

UMA_SURPRISED: {0}!

UMA_IDLE: I thought we’d ease into it.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Oh, it’s so silly.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Raf is still upset about what came out about me in the challenge.

DAPHNE_SAD: It really bothers him that I would tell someone I love them without meaning it.

DAPHNE_SAD: I wasn’t thinking back then, it’s no reflection of how I want to be now.

DAPHNE_IDLE: I’d fully only say it if I were completely certain.

DAPHNE_SAD: I don’t want him to think I’m dishonest.

UMA_SAD: Ooph.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: I literally don’t know what I can do.

DAPHNE_SAD: I really like Raf.

DAPHNE_SAD: He’s really upset with me.

Be honest with him

PLAYER_IDLE: The best thing you can do is be completely truthful with him.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Tell him what you told us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Open up to him.

PLAYER_IDLE: Tell him you wouldn’t do that to him.

UMA_HAPPY: Couldn’t have put it any better myself.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We don’t get enough time in here to waste true feelings and true potential.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You’re so wise, {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Thank you for being so awesome.

Give him some space

PLAYER_IDLE: You gotta give him a bit of space, Daph.

PLAYER_IDLE: Go about your day and wait for him to come to you, then you can work things out.

PLAYER_IDLE: He probably just needs a bit of time to cool off.

UMA_IDLE: She’s right. Sometimes it’s best to walk away, take a little break.

UMA_HAPPY: You two are great together.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He’ll come around, for sure.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Thank you so much, girls.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I needed that reassurance.

Find him and hug him!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Here’s what you do…

PLAYER_HAPPY: You find him, then give him the best bear hug ever.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Like a world-shattering, clouds-parting, heart-hammering kinda embrace.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Then he’ll know how much you’re into him.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I like that idea, that sounds like something he would love.

UMA_HAPPY: It would certainly be a good way to make up.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Thank you, {0}. You’re the best.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I’ll see you both in a bit.

UMA_HAPPY: Shall we go get ready?

Suddenly your phone pings!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oooh, I got a text!

UMA_SURPRISED: Oh no.

UMA_HAPPY: Or, oh yay.

UMA_IDLE: Depending on what it is.

The others burst onto the terrace and gather round you eagerly.

{0}_SURPRISED: What is it, what is it?

BRYSON_HAPPY: Spill, {0}. I ran up here so fast I nearly put my boxers on backwards.

ALEX_HAPPY: Hang on, is that glitter on your back?

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: I did that.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Oh you stealthy, stealthy boy.

BRYSON_FLIRTY: I’m so proud of you.

VICKY_SERIOUS: Um, guys, the text!

BRYSON_HAPPY: Oh yeah. Take it away, {0}.

You read out the text.

LITEXT: Islanders, get red carpet ready… It’s Movie Night! {0}OnSetSecrets {1}LightsCameraFriction

You look towards {0}, hoping to catch her eye, but she quickly averts her gaze.

You look towards {0}, hoping to catch his eye, but he quickly averts his gaze.

NARRATOR: So folks, Movie Night is on the way!

NARRATOR: We actually had a problem with the sound this year.

NARRATOR: So I had to dub the clips with my own voice.

NARRATOR: Luckily I’m really convincing at kissing noises. <i>Mmmmmm</i> <i>Blep</i> <i>slurp</i>. See?

NARRATOR: Meet me back here for some movie magic!

[bcacstuff]

Timeline 6 January 2023 - March 2023

For completeness and to consult when there’s discussion about his whereabouts. In addition to the previous timelines.

Timeline 6 covers 1 January 2023 - 29 March 2023

For previous dates see timeline 5

January 1st 2023 New years Day was spend in London with his friends, the Nics, MN and Sarah, Big Red and fiancée.

January 5th he posted a video announcing MPC partner for 2023 and a Live IG on January 9th. (video is recorded in December 2022 in NYC)

January 6th Wedding of Graham McT and Garance at Borthwick Castle where GMT also celebrated his Birthday (Jan. 4th). More pictures were posted later on

9 January Live IG from a hotel room, most likely at the Kimpton Edinburgh

As of January 11th he was spending some days in NYC, a fanpic and pappics, another fan pic a day later, some IGS pics and video from him self and another fan pic

18 January Starz announced OL has been renewed for an eight and final season and BOMB is officially greenlit

25 January at Burns Night he posted a video mixing a cocktail from his home

28 January Sam and Graham posted a video being together, most likely in London as Graham posted from London in the week before. Clothing and tags on the post give away they were doing a photoshoot for the book cover of the next CL book.

Filming of OL is still going on in January and February

4 February S posts a video of him and Valboo at EDA for MPC

On February 6th he's spotted at EDA Glasgow by a fan who took a fanpic

February 7th a teaser for the trailer of LA is posted saying the trailer will be there on VD

9 February a picture was posted by Kora by Tom Kitchin (Edinburgh) about a recent visit there.

11 February he's participating at the Hyrox Glasgow event with Nic R. The Nics stayed at his place.

14 February, VD, the trailer for LA is released, and a second version, and there is a Live IG via zoom with S (at his home) and PCJ.

Meanwhile buzz is spreading, some of the actors wrapped on filming OL, while others and extras clearly are still working. S was clearly still filming on 14 February. The driver posting the last week and Sophie's trailer getting removed on February 23. Word got out that on February 24th there's a wrap party, and a thank you for the extras

22 February he recorded a podcast for the Scotsman food and drink at the Ubiquitous Chip in Glasgow (also see below, March 3rd)

24 February the wrap of S7 is officially announced, we get an overload of BTS and lots and lots of pictures, videos and other footage and a bonus of the wrap party which was at the Platform, or better known in Glasgow as The Arches.

1 March he shows up at the Stravaigin in Glasgow, apparently for some PR for his booze by several influencers

3 March the new episode for the Scran_podcast for Scotsman food and drink is announced and released the next day.

4 March S was at Chichester doing a Q&A for students,

Apparently he went from Chichester to London as he was papped on March 6 and posted a selfie, working out on March 8th at the Soho hotel. Another fanpic was posted a week later and a video of him running in London was discovered.

On 11 march he was revealing his 'Sassenach Scrambler' at the Scottish Bike Show in Edinburgh. A fanpic at the venue

A fan spotted him at the airport in Brussels on March 17th, apparently stayed the week or days before in Belgium and was heading to London though didn't know what his end destination was.

23 March, a teaser and the release date for OL S7 was announced.

25 March Charley McEwen posted a selfie with S. Since PCJ is in London as well, it's quite certain that the LA promo was recorded around this date.

29 March the 'new project' he hinted about on a podcast is finally revealed. The Couple Next Door will be filmed in Leeds and Belgium. He posted a birthday video for Dries Vos the same day, saying it was his first day on set for CND.

Other timelines:

Pre Hawaii timeline

Timeline 1 August 2020 Timeline 2 September 2021 Timeline 3 February 2022 Timeline 4 August 2022 Timeline 5 October 2022

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