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a gift (not a burden)

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Chapter 2: Stay with me to the end

Alabasta came and went. It felt like they’d been there months, though it was nowhere near that long. Vivi and Carue stayed behind, a predictable if saddening outcome. Robin, a scary woman that could snap Usopp’s neck in his sleep, was allowed to join with hardly a thought as was typical with this crew.

And, worst of all, now that the danger had passed and Vivi’s country was saved, they were left with plenty of down time as they sailed to the next island.

Plenty of time for all those pesky feelings and thoughts to rear their ugly heads from the depths that Usopp shoved them in. Plenty of time for Sanji to—

Usopp frantically shook his head.

No—No, it was fine. Great, even! He needed the rest from all these dangerous adventures; they were terrible for his heart. That’s why he finished his breakfast in a flash and took over morning watch, afterall. He needed time to himself, away from the crazy monsters on the ship. He wasn’t running from anyone in particular, no, he just needed to… regroup! Yes, that was it. Usopp just needed to regroup. Refocus his strategy. Re-establish his plan.

Usopp stared at the empty notebook in his hand. A seagull cried in the distance.

Okay, so he never did have a plan for this, but how was he supposed to know that Sanji would ever find out?! Usopp had a system! A perfect system! A (mostly) Luffy-proof system!

And it was ruined! All because Sanji had to have magical fingers that made Usopp putty in his hands.

If Usopp weren’t avoiding—er, regrouping, he would give Sanji a piece of his mind for ruining his system. Stupid, beautiful, kindhearted Sanji. Always ruining his carefully concocted plans.

He pressed a hand to his chest, drawing circles in his overalls.

Stupid Sanji.

A cleared throat made Usopp jump, nearly sending his notebook flying out of the crow’s nest.

“Cook’s being insufferable,” Zoro said, taking a seat with his arms behind his head.

“R-Really?” Usopp laughed, the sound strained. “Well, you’re more than welcome to hide up here with me! Ah, not that I’m hiding. Why would I be hiding? I’ve got nothing to hide, Zoro, what are you talking about? Ha ha ha.”

Zoro gave a deadpan stare. “Like peas in a pod.”

“Hey—”

He settled back against the mast, closing his eyes. “You two just need to talk about your soulmarks and you’ll be fine. ‘Course he’s too busy twisting himself in knots worrying about something new every five minutes.”

Usopp had a moment to feel surprised—to feel utterly shocked at the fact that Sanji was acting like Usopp himself usually did—before shouting, “Wait, did he tell—?!”

“Anyone with common sense could figure it out. Cook just doesn’t have any.”

Usopp sat back, breathing a big sigh of relief. He would’ve rather Zoro didn’t notice—nor anyone else, for that matter—but as long as Sanji stayed ignorant…

Ah, but that ship had sailed, hadn’t it?

Usopp slumped back against the wall. “The whole reason he’s being ‘insufferable’ is because he saw my mark.” He laughed, the sound a bitter, shaky thing. “I’m pretty sure he’d kill me if I tried to talk to him about how his precious woman-loving self was stuck with a man for a life partner.” His hands grabbed a fistful of his pants. “And even if he could get over being soulmates with a man, he’d still have to accept being stuck with someone like me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Usopp’s hands tightened their grip. “Usopp, you’ve got it twisted. You’re too good for him, not the other way around.”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t like him.”

“Usopp.”

“It’s true!” He dragged his bandana down over his eyes and whined. “He’s probably kicking holes in the wall just thinking about it and I’m gonna be next!” Oh, how Usopp yearned for Sanji to get knocked out so hard that he forgot everything that happened a couple weeks ago. It wasn’t likely to happen before Usopp got murdered in the near future, but a man can dream.

“Then how about this: if you talk to him and he tries to kick you,”—Zoro flicked part of his sword out of its sheath—“I’ll kill him.”

Usopp slowly put his head in his hands. “Thanks, Zoro. That is so very helpful.”

“I mean it.”

“Yes, yes, you’re always willing to try and kill Sanji.”

“No, I mean,”—Usopp looked up, catching Zoro’s steady gaze—“you need to talk to him.”

A lie sat on the tip of his tongue. Easy and automatic. It was so very tempting, to complain of never before seen illnesses and fantastical wonders. Obstacles so bizarre and impossible to overcome that Zoro would have to let Usopp run away from it all as much as he’d like.

It was right there. Waiting for him.

Zoro still stared.

Usopp sighed, hanging his head.

—

He didn’t have the time to dwell on it, what with saving Vivi’s country, saying farewell, and welcoming the lovely Miss Robin on their ship. Now that they were back to sailing the Grand Line, however, it all came back full force.

It had to have been Sanji’s mark. It had to be, right? Right. It had to. It had to.

But then, why hide it? Why not tell him from the start? They could’ve talked about it. Could’ve swapped discovery stories. Sanji would’ve showed off his own mark more clearly, let Usopp touch and hold and examine it as much as he wanted.

Did Usopp not… not want him? Think him inadequate somehow?

Was he disgusted by the fact he was paired with a man? Of course he was, who was Sanji kidding; anyone would be disgusted by that. Men weren’t supposed to be with other men, weren’t supposed to be dainty, weren’t supposed to be homosexual.

Why did the world have to work this way? Why did Sanji have to work this way? To be so tempted by women and men at every turn. To be so disgusting as to infect even his soulmate with such a disgraceful thing.

Was it just another failure written into his DNA? Something that would follow him for the rest of his life? It was already unbearable before, unacceptable, but now it was suffocating, filling up his lungs as if—

“Sanji, the pot.”

He jumped, cursing as he quickly pulled the smoking pot off the stove, then cursing again as his wrist bumped the burning metal. The pot dropped to the counter with a CLANG as Sanji shook his hand out, quickly moving to run it under cold water.

“Sorry—sorry Robin, dear,” he mumbled, the rushing water nearly drowning him out. He grimaced at the acrid smell filling the galley as he rubbed his wrist under the spray. “Did you want a refill?”

“No thank you, Mr. Cook.” Her eyes flicked once to the countertop, then back to him. “Something on your mind?”

He followed her gaze, a little embarrassed at his rookie mistake, when he noticed a cigarette teetering on the edge of the counter.

Did he pull one from his box?

He tapped his breast pocket and found it empty.

On the edge of his vision, an arm sprouted from the wall, picking up the familiar cardboard from a spot behind the burnt pot.

Huh. So he did.

He stared at the crushed little thing.

Unlit and unusable.

Unwanted and unloved.

A hand found his shoulder. “Mr. Cook?”

He swallowed heavily. “Not… not using my name, like earlier?”

“You didn’t answer the first few times I spoke.”

Sanji hung his head. “Ah, I see. I didn’t mean to ignore you, my dear, I was just…”

A silence fell over them. The hand vanished with the smell of fallen petals.

“Would you like help?”

Sanji stiffened. He should accept—it wouldn’t do to refuse a lady, but—

“With the pot, I mean.”

Sanji breathed a sigh of relief. “No need to worry, I can handle that myself. I had to do it a lot when I was younger. I’m used to it.”

With that, he grabbed a sponge and set himself upon the task. Pot first, spiraling thoughts later.

Pot first. Pot first. Pot first.

“Mr. Cook.”

Just put everything else in a little box like you always do—just shove it in there, ignore it, put it away.

The pot clanged against the counter once more, wobbling back and forth as he registered a strong grip around his wrists, holding them in the air. There were arms sprouted from his elbows, holding each wrist with a tea towel. Belatedly, Sanji registered an itchy burning on his knuckles.

A new hand caught the pot handle. The sponge slipped from Sanji’s grasp with a plop.

“I believe it should cool off first, Mr. Cook,” Robin said. “We don’t want you harming your hands.”

The butter and garlic were a stark, crackling black on an otherwise pristine pot. A mar—a flaw so stark and obvious that anyone could see it despite its vain attempts to hide behind thin metal walls.

“You know, I’ve been told I’m quite good at keeping secrets.”

Patethically thin metal walls. The kind of cookware that ended up with several irreparable cracks and holes when used in a specific environment.

One of them being polite conversation with a prying lady.

“I’m also skilled with a knife.”

The tension sapped from his body, leaving him nearly limp with relief. He made to refuse again, but paused as that same itchy heat prickled up his hand.

Robin took up a cutting board.

—

“Okay, just go up and tell him. Just get it over with, get threatened, and then scream for Zoro when he tries to kill you,” Usopp whispered to himself, pacing back and forth in front of the galley door. “You stared down a guy who called himself a god; this is nothing! Just a few words, one mean look, and you’re gone! Outta there. Donezo. Nothing else required.”

He slowly turned his gaze to the door. A glimpse of blond hair had him ducking with a pounding heart.

“O-Or I could forget about all this, pretend it never happened, and hope Sanji eventually moves on from wanting to maim me.” He nodded to himself. “Yes, solid plan Captain Usopp. We’ll tell Zoro it was a valiant effort, but—”

“Tell Zoro what was a valiant effort?”

Usopp froze. Mechanically, he turned just enough to see Sanji’s face and check that the galley door was, indeed, open. “Oh. Hi, Sanji. I did not see you there. I was just doing Zoro a favour with my new dials.” He swiftly turned to leave. “I will stop bothering you now—”

A heavy hand clapped his shoulder. “Hold it.”

Usopp did his best not to squeak. The weight on his shoulder lightened with a sigh. “I’m not going to fillet you, just… come inside. We need to talk.”

Usopp laughed robotically. “Well, you see. Sanji. I really need to finish up that favour for Zoro. So. We will have to talk some other time.”

He was ready to make a break for it then, take advantage of Sanji’s loosening grip to pull out his patented Usopp Dash and cower in the boys’ dorm—hell, maybe even pay up a handful of berri to hide in the girls’ dorm—but then…

“Please?”

Even before seeing his matching mark, Usopp had never been able to turn down one of Sanji’s requests.

He followed Sanji inside, head hung and dragging his feet as if he were off to the gallows. He might as well be, with the fate that was awaiting him the moment he opened his mouth.

Sanji waited for him to close the door before whirling around and tightly gripping his shoulders. Usopp braced himself to get knee’d in the face.

“I’m a burnt pot.”

A what? “A what?”

“A burnt pot.”

Usopp stared at Sanji.

Sanji stared back.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“The walls are thin, Usopp.”

“Are you worried someone’s gonna listen in on us?”

“No, I—” Sanji groaned, pulling away to drag a hand down his face. “Look, I’m like a crumpled cigarette.”

Usopp put the back of his hand to Sanji’s forehead. “It doesn’t feel like a fever.”

Sanji slapped his hand away, a scowl on his face. “Will you cut that shit out? I’m trying to be sincere here.”

“Are you?” The words slipped from his mouth without a thought, but Usopp already knew the answer. He saw it written in the deep bags under Sanji’s eyes, the empty mugs and fresh coffee stains on the tablecloth, the way his hands jittered. “Did you sleep at all—?”

“I’m sorry.”

Usopp blinked. “You’re… sorry?”

Sanji looked away. “I must’ve scared you off that time in the bath, right? I get it… and I’m sorry.”

Usopp furrowed his brow. He didn’t remember anything beside his overwhelming panic at the time. “Your face didn’t scare me off, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, it’s—” He made a noise of frustration. “I fucked you up.”

Usopp inched a foot backwards. “Did you kick me so hard I forgot about it?”

“I didn’t kicked you! God,”—Sanji ran a hand down his face—“don’t make me spell it out.”

“If you’re gonna keep talking nonsense, then yes, please spell out whatever you’re trying to say.”

Sanji whined. Honest to god whined.

Usopp held up his hands. “If it’s that bad, you don’t have to tell me, in fact we can just pretend this never happened and—”

“I’m sorry I turned you gay.”

A slow, rolling anger started to well up inside Usopp. In a low, dangerous voice, he said, “Excuse me?”

“I’ve been like this for as long as I can remember,” Sanji quickly added. “Don’t know when it started, but I’d been doing pretty good ignoring it or at least making sure other people didn’t notice. Everything was going pretty great until you guys showed up at the Baratie. Then all of a sudden it got worse and—and I kept it quiet, no one noticed, but…”

Usopp didn’t want to try to parse what he was saying. He wanted to give him a piece of his mind, tear into him. He wanted to—

Sanji sniffled. He looked about ready to cry.

Usopp deflated with a sigh.

“I’ve never really cared about who I crushed on.” Usopp took a seat at the table, suddenly tired down to his bones. “Guys, girls, people who were neither. The outside never really mattered.” He put his cheek in his hand and circled the edge of an empty mug with the tip of his finger. “You didn’t ‘infect me’ or anything, I’ve been like this the whole time. Besides, weren’t you given the soulmate shtick too?”

“Shtick?”

“You know,”—Usopp waved a hand—“how they’re supposed to be really important to you or really similar or whatever. People love to say it’s all about romance, but it doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want that.”

“What if I do want it?” Sanji blurted.

“Bold words from someone who was just apologizing for ‘turning me gay’.”

“I’m serious, I…” He knelt at Usopp’s side. “Usopp, please look at me.”

He sighed, but obliged. “Don’t see how this is going… to…” Usopp trailed off, surprise filling him at the tear tracks staining Sanji’s cheeks, the hopeful look in his eye.

“When I woke up next to you in the galley the other day and saw burns matching mine—when I finally got to the top of that shitty flying ship and you were covered in new burns and that fucking ‘god’ ruined your escape, I…” He reached out a hand, pausing to leave it hovering between them. Usopp didn’t move. Sanji gently cradled his cheek.. “I was terrified. I thought I’d lose the chance to tell you before I’d figured things out.”

His eyes pinched. “No. More than that, I was just terrified to lose you, Usopp. I’d live the rest of my life just being your friend if it meant I could still spend every day of it by your side.” He rubbed his thumb over Usopp’s cheek. Softly, tenderly. “But I want to be more than that, if you’ll let me.”

“You haven’t slept.” Usopp put his hand over Sanji’s own. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Sanji brought his free hand up to Usopp’s other cheek. “Usopp, I know it’ll be hard for you to trust me—hell, I wouldn’t trust me—but please, give me a chance.”

He was forcing himself. He had to be. He was so caught up with the idea of soulmates that he didn’t care who or what he was matched with. He just wanted to blindly follow whatever the universe and adults told him growing up.

Usopp swallowed around the lump in his throat. “We have time.” Sanji’s brow furrowed and Usopp rushed to add, “Y-You don’t have to force yourself into this just because of a mark. Take your time and think it over.”

“But… but we’re supposed to—”

There it is, Usopp thought as he plastered on a smile. “We’re already good friends, isn’t that enough?” It had to be enough. “And I’m not telling you to forget about it, just make sure that it’s what you really want.”

A pause. Not long, but long enough. “What about you?”

Usopp waved a hand, laughing like his heart wasn’t splitting in two. “I’ve never believed in all that soulmate stuff. Sure I was curious who had my mark, but that was it.” He shook his head with a sigh, forcing his voice steady. “Don’t know why everyone’s always so caught up on forcing it to be romantic.”

“I… I suppose it’s… possible to have a friend as a soulmate….”

“That settles it.” Usopp pushed himself up from the table and went for the door. “Good talk, Sanji! Let me know when you’ve got an answer.” Please please, let that be never. “I’m going to enjoy the sunshine while it’s still around. Oh, Luffy might barge in the moment I open the door though, he was complaining about being hungry earlier—”

—

“Wait.”

Usopp turned around, still wearing that fake ass smile. Fuck.

He clenched his fist. “Usopp, if you—”

“Tell anyone I’ll meet the business end of your shoe? I know that much, Sanji.”

Sanji’s lips thinned. “You didn’t answer my question.”

He shrugged. Sanji saw the tremble in his shoulders. “You’ve gotta know what you want—what you really want—before asking me that, Sanji.”

What he wanted? He wanted to be with his soulmate. To—To finally find the soul he was meant to be with, the person who he could love and cherish and dote on as much as he’d like. To find his other half.

“I know you like the idea of soulmates,” Usopp said. “I get it, I do. But do you like the idea of me?”

Sanji reared back, as if struck. “Usopp, you have my mark—”

“There, see?” His facade cracked at the edges. “You’re not in it for me. You only see your mark on my chest.”

That—no, Sanji wasn’t—he cared about Usopp. They were best friends! Crewmates! Sanji would do anything to see him safe and happy and well fed! What was wrong with exploring things further? With taking a chance at making good times even better? It had nothing to do with marks and soulmates and following a pre-determined destiny.

Sanji wanted to speak those words—or any number of others that would get Usopp to understand, to listen, to wait—but it all dried up on the tip of his tongue, insincere and insensitive.

Usopp’s shoulders sagged, his eyes falling downcast. “Just. Think about it, okay?”

Still knelt in front of the table, Sanji watched as Usopp quietly left the galley, a swell of guilt in his chest and knowing exactly where he went wrong.

#one piece #sanji #usopp #sanuso #soulmate au #opfwex #opexchange #opfwex2024 #nemo the writing ho #warnings are the same as ch 1

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a-violent-homosexual69 · 8 months

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Hey hey! Can I please be shipped with a guy from The Originals?

Personality: I’m super chill until you mess with someone I care about or I feel overwhelmed. I’m a nerd when it comes to history (I’m a former history teacher), cultures and music. Although I’m not shy or have that much trouble making friends, I’m kind of a loner. To the point that I’ve moved to other countries by myself and often travel alone. I’m pretty adventurous and I’m an ENTP. I also try to stand up for what’s right and try to be understanding of those different from me. I’m pretty chill on the outside despite me having anxiety and I’m generally friendly to everyone which can get me in trouble sometimes when it’s looked at as flirting. I can be really impatient and easily bored when it comes to romance. I’m usually the friend that throws parties or plans trips or hang outs. I’m pretty independent too. I can talk to anyone but I have to recharge and sometimes that can take hours or days of me being alone.

Appearance: I’m a 28 year old black woman with locs that I sometimes put crystals in. I sort of have a whimsigoth style but I also can look like a rockstar. I’ve been compared to a fairy as far as my features go since I have high cheekbones, look young for my age, feminine with sharpish features and expressive eyes. I have a really smirky smile as well. I’m also genderfluid and can dress pretty androgynous at times. I also have tattoos and a nose ring.

Interests: I love listening to music, I play bass guitar, love traveling and experiencing other cultures. I also like being in nature, roller skating and crocheting. Depending on the vibe and who I’m with I can be both a partier and a homebody.

Quirks: I’m clumsy, sometimes stutters when my thoughts are too fast and my mouth can’t keep up, I can’t hear all that well either cos of the concerts I’ve been to and loud music I listen to

Thank you!

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑!!

Elijah Mikaelson

- He’d be completely infatuated with your beauty

- He respects you more than anyone he knows or anyone he thinks he’ll ever meet

- He’s the type to let you speak first only because he finds himself only really wanting to listen to your voice and the things you say

- He never forgets anything you tell him, which could be both a blessing and a curse for you

- He’s the type to be thinking about you over the littlest of things

- He sees a pretty tree, he’s reminded of how you’d love nature

- He hears a nice song, the lyrics reminds him of you

- Niklaus and every one of his siblings would have to snap him back into the moment during conversation

- Rebekah loves you instantly which bothers Elijah because he gets to spend less time with you

- And all this is all BEFORE he gets the courage to ask you out

- Not to mention how romantic the way he asks you out is

- He got Camille to make you a painting of a spot under a tree and then told Marcel to tell you to meet him there

- You follow the path to find an evening picnic under the shade of a thick birch tree with your favorite flowers scattered along the picnic blanket

When you guys start dating:

- He becomes even more protective than he was before

- not in a creepy or toxic way. He’s a total gentleman just as you’d expect

- He’s protective in the way that if you are at a gathering or party (whether yours or his/his families)

- He knows you can hold your own, but if anyone says anything that he knows will trigger you, that red door is gonna open

(if you know what I mean)

- He’s definitely the first to say I love you. He doesn’t see a point in waiting if he knows what he feels

- He’s so gentle to you like he’s deadly terrified of hurting you

- Is down for anything you want to try with him

- like Rollerskating (even though he’d be horrible)

- He definitely loves to kiss your neck or fingers after you play a song for him on your guitar. There’s something about when you play, that awakens that mushy side of him

- He fantasizes about moving to Italy with you and starting a family

(This is what me having random motivation into my writing looks like)

AN: I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY WITH THIS, BB!!

#you #shipping request #ship #x you #fluff #headcanon #imagine #tvd #please request #I love you guys #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson #the mikaelson siblings #to #the originals

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talktomegooseman · 11 months

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Hopelessly Devoted to You

Ship: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: allusions to sex, minor angst but mostly fluff

Authors Note: for my lovely @unmistakablyunknown!! Also based off the song from Grease

You woke up alone. Jake’s side of the bed was cold and you weren’t a fan of it. This had been happening more and more lately and you were beginning to wonder if he was getting cold feet. You’d heard stories about grooms freaking out and leaving just days before the wedding. You didn’t want that to happen to you.

You wanted to wake up wrapped in his warm embrace, his green eyes bright and shining in a way that he only does for you. You’d have to bring this up to his mom and Penny if he doesn’t say something, and that’s not something you wanted to do just a week before the wedding.

You got out of bed and got ready for the day, even though you didn’t have to work. You went down to the kitchen, hoping to see your fiancé but he was already gone for the day. He did feed Rudy though, so that was nice. The small dog comes your way, sniffing at your feet. You bend down and scratch behind his ears, just where he likes it.

The day goes on with no other word from either of the men, and you can’t keep from worrying. You try to quell the nauseous feeling in your stomach, and your shaking hands by making dinner, turning on your music, hearing the first song come up, and you nearly break down as Songbird plays through the speaker in the kitchen. You wipe your eyes and continue on with the task at hand.

Jake is heading out to his truck when Bob stops him. “Hey is Sunshine ok?” he asks, as Jake smiles at the use of your nickname. “I hope so, I know I haven’t been home much, which I think is making her think I’ve got cold feet, and I really don’t. I’m just stressed and have been talking to Mav and Penny about using the Hard Deck as the venue so we don’t have to pay, and I haven’t told her about it, so I think she thinks I’m not there. And I need to change that.” He says, scrubbing a hand over his face, sighing.

Bob doesn’t say anything but nods in understanding as the pair walk out to the lot and to their vehicles. They wave a goodbye, and Jake starts his truck, hearing the engine purr, trying to calm his racing heart and frantic nerves.

He drives with music playing softly, singing along to If You Could Read My Mind, and the song ends as he pulls into the garage, killing the engine, and exiting the truck. He walks through the door that leads into the house, and hears Silversprings playing in the kitchen, and he sighs. He takes off his boots, and drops his duffle by them.

He goes into the kitchen, and sees you at the sink, peeling a cucumber. He finds your phone on the counter, and pauses the music, making you jump. “Jesus Jake, I could’ve cut myself.” you exclaim, as you whip around to face him. “I’m sorry baby. Didn’t mean to scare you.” he says as he takes the peeler and cucumber out of your hands and places them on the counter.

He leads you away from the sink and on the barstools placed around the kitchen island. You look at him confused, hurt, and scared. You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and feel the pad of Jake's thumb wipe it away, which makes you cry harder. How could a man this sweet be leaving, you thought.

“Jake…” “Hey, hey, hey. Baby. Why the tears?” “You’re gonna leave me.” You say through sobs, shoulders shaking. Jake pulls you close, chin resting on the top of your head. “No no no. I’m not leaving. Never. I’m just stressed with the wedding planning, and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like I’m getting cold feet. I’m not.” He says softly, as he pulls you out of his embrace to look at you. He wipes more tears away, and feels tears of his own prick his eyes.

You take a shaky breath before speaking. “Really? You’re not leaving?” you ask, as he shakes his head, holding your hands in his. “Like I said, never. You’re my one and only darling. My one and only.” He says, as you bring a hand to the back of his neck, bringing his head to yours, feeling his forehead on yours.

“I’m hopelessly devoted to you darling. Everyone who knows us can see it, and I know for a fact you know it.” “Show me then. Show me how hopelessly devoted you are. Let everyone know when we go out tomorrow. Show them and me that I’m your one and only.” You whisper, your lips at the corner of his mouth. “I will darlin. Don’t you doubt it.” he says, as he stands up, picking you up from the barstool, taking you to the bedroom to show you how much you mean to him, the dinner forgotten.

You woke up the next morning with an arm wrapped around you, and you sighed at the weight and the warmth. “Morning dear.” “Mmmm good morning.” Jake says, voice raspy from sleep, and the events of the night before. “What are the plans for today?” you ask, your head on your hand, propped up on your elbow. “I was thinking about venues, and asked Penny and Mav if we could use the Hard Deck, and they’re cool with it, since they know it’s going to be the group, and my parents and sisters. I know it’s not the perfect one you wanted but I think it fits us the most.” he says, looking up at you.

“I love it Jake.” “Good I’ll let my mom know so when she shows up at the end of the week, with the endless amount of decorations she knows where to go.” he says with a laugh, which makes you laugh as well.

The day finally came, and you were in the small office in the Hard Deck getting ready. Amelia was helping you with your makeup, while Penny was doing your hair, with Mrs. Seresin at the ready with the veil. “What's that look for?” Amelia asks, pulling away from your face, lipstick in hand. “Just missing my mom and dad is all.” “Oh honey.” Penny and Mrs. Seresin both say, wrapping you in their arms, as you take a deep breath. “It’ll be ok. Now no tears, can’t ruin that makeup Amelia worked so hard on.” Mrs. Seresin says, as they release you from their embrace. You nod and laugh, sitting back down as Amelia adds the finishing touches.

You hear a knock on the door, and Mav peeks his head in. He smiles as you give him a thumbs up letting him know that you’re ready to go. He opens the door, and lets the other three go get their seats, offering you his arm. You smile as he walks you down the makeshift aisle, and you see Jake in his suit with Bob, and Bradley at his side, Natasha and Amelia next to your empty spot.

He gives you a smile as you stand in front of him, his hands covering yours. Reuben officiates, and everyone cheers when you kiss as husband and wife for the first time. You both enjoy the party, and when it’s time for the first dance, Jake gives Bob a nod, and the beginning of Hopelessly Devoted to You starts. “What did I say? I’m hopelessly devoted to you.” Jake says, taking you to the dance floor, as the both of you sway to the song. Both of you are hopelessly devoted to each other.

#top gun maverick #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #goose man writes

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authortobenamedlater · 6 months

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Okay how about the one where BOTH Chyler and Cadmon survive and Tom has to Deal with them both (though it's the best kind of thing to have to deal with)? For the AU asks.

(Send me an AU and I’ll tell you about a potential fic for it.)

I really need to go to sleep but I made the mistake of checking Tumblr and now I will not be able to rest until I answer because SO MANY IDEAS I have been looking for an excuse to shout from the rooftops.

One would go in an MWAS-compliant Lost and Found. Things go as normal up to some point not long after the big reunion when Cadmon notices Tom’s wedding ring. Cadmon says something like Sam Wilson’s “you gonna tell me about her?” line because really Tom, this is the kind of thing you lead with. Chyler’s outside somewhere letting them have their moment but Cadmon insists he must meet this woman RIGHT FREAKING NOW.

Tom goes to get her and Cadmon starts going “This is your wife? She married you? You married him? You’re way too hot for him. She’s way too hot for you. Buddy. Did you tell her you were rich or something????” Like not only is his little brother Tom a dang captain in the Navy but he’s MARRIED. Cadmon’s so mad he never got to properly roast Tom in the best man speech.

I’ve considered writing this.

Another which would go with that is Cadmon gets reinstated and ends up in the Spartan-IV program, which means he eventually finds his way to Infinity. He gets in a scrum at some point because someone was talking smack about the captain. Tom calls him on it and Cadmon says “Yeah but he called you a [insert uncomplimentary term here]” and Tom says “I’ve been called worse. YOU call me worse! All the time!” To which Cadmon says “Exactly. I get to talk smack about you. Everyone else on this ship needs to respect the ever loving eff out of you or I’ll hang them from their heels off the observation deck too!”

Tom is just like 😑 until Cadmon tells him what the other guy was saying about Chyler…and then it takes all his Spartan strength to keep Tom from racking up an assault charge.

As a bonus, there’s my Troublemaker Lasky Kid idea which would mean ALL of them are on Infinity. Tom has his wife, his brother, AND his kid under his command. At one point Admiral Hood says “This is a military operation, not the damn Lasky family business!” I don’t know why he says it or who he says it to. But he needs to say it.

Also, Tom tries to get sympathy from his mom and finds none.

I have a similar Star Trek AOS AU, I see no reason why I can’t apply it to another fandom.

A common theme in all of these: Cadmon never stops giving Chyler a hard time about being “just shy” of his record in that weapons check drill. NEVER. “Hey Chyler, who holds the academy record? What was your time again? ‘Just shy.’ ‘Just shy.’ What does close count in? I don’t see any horseshoes or hand grenades around here!”

(In canon, I think Tom sometimes wishes he could tell Cadmon about the girl who almost beat his record.)

Help I’m so unhinged

#halo #ask meme #ask game #fanfiction #fanfiction asks #thomas lasky #cadmon lasky #thomas lasky x chyler silva #married with a supercarrier au

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where deserts meet oceans | part 2.

Summary: (Y/N) is Uma’s sister and dating Jay. When he leaves for Auradon, (Y/N) wonders if she’ll ever see her Prince Charming again, and if he was really worth it in the first place?

Pairing: Jay x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You were out with Gil getting supplies. Harry and Uma were back on the ship scheming. Harry found out Mal was back, with no one to protect her, and they had big plans. You and Gil, being not the best schemers, were sent on the supply run. The two had all the supplies and were now at the only market stall in town that had somewhat fresh eggs, Gil had run out.

“Hey, I know you.” You heard Gil say to whoever he was talking to. Your back was turned as you looked for any sweets from Auradon that weren’t more than a few days past their expiration date.

“Uh, no you don’t man.”

“Yeah, you do. I know you. You’re Carlos, and Evie, and Jay, and King Ben… wait, you’re King Ben.”

Jay? You moved from the back of the stall up towards the entrance where Gil was. Sure enough was Mal’s gang, without Mal.

“Jay?”

Your boyfriend turned back to see you standing next to Gil. Jay slowly walked toward you before engulfing you in tight hug.

“(Y/N),” he said kissing the top of your head that was covered by his beanie.

“Um, I’m gonna go back and let Uma know. I’ll leave you to um, whatever.” Gil tapped your shoulder and then ran off. You were grateful that this was one of the few times he had sense.

With the initial shock of seeing Jay gone, you were upset. You started crying in his arms.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

You tried to push him away, unsuccessfully. “You left me!”

You tried to push him again. Your hands were hitting his chest, not doing any damage, as tears streamed down your face. Jay just stood there and took it all. He knew he was in the wrong.

“You left me, you left me, you left me. Were you ever going to come back? If Mal hadn’t left? You forgot about me, Jay!”

“Um, so Jay, we’re going to go now. It was nice seeing you, (Y/N).” Carlos and the others ducked out probably to Mal’s hideout, leaving you and Jay to work out your problems.

Jay held the sides of your face, his thumbs wiped away your tears. “I swear on everything I would never forget you.”

“Were you ever going to come back?”

Jay was quiet.

“I knew it.”

“It has nothing to do with you. I couldn’t leave you if I wanted to.”

“You seemed to have no problem six months ago. Six months, Jay. Harry said I should’ve left you.”

“Hook never liked me anyway. I don’t like the Isle but I would’ve come back for you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been gone so long.” Jay hugged you again.

You walked hand in hand with Jay all the way to Mal’s hideout. Carlos, Evie, and Ben were outside.

“Any luck?” Jay asked as you got closer.

Ben held up his beast ring to answer Jay’s question. Evie got up from her seat on the lower steps leading up to the hideout.

“That’s it. I’m going in.”

You leaned into Jay and kissed his shoulder before kissing his cheek. “You guys need to hurry and get Mal. Especially before someone notices King Ben here. I’ve got to go back to the shoppe now, I still have half our supplies on me. Trust me, hangry and bored pirates are the last thing you want.”

Jay laughed picturing the crew trying to combat boredom.

“You’re coming back, right?”

“What, Jay?”

“I’m taking you off this Isle, now.”

“I can’t just leave my crew like that.”

“At least talk to them about coming? I’ll stop at the restaurant before we have to go back.”

“Okay, Jay.” You kissed him once more and walked back towards your mother’s restaurant.

You entered the chip shoppe as Harry exited. “Hello, lassie.”

“You seem extra happy today, Hook.”

“Oh today’s a joyous time it is, not just for you. It’s great, (Y/N)!”

You laughed as Harry skipped down the road. You went into the lower deck of the ship and started to put up the supplies. The storage was your domain, you liked it all looking a certain way. As you reached into your basket, you felt something soft. You pulled out the soft thing to see it was a cloth wrapping something. Jay must’ve slipped it in, there was no way you or Gil would have bought this.

You weren’t even sure if this fabric was sold anywhere on the Isle. You unwrapped the cloth to see a bag of Auradon sweets, fresh ones, and some chocolate bars. Jay would listen to you go on and on about trying real, good Auradon candy. He actually brought you some. You were going to share with the rest of the crew. You finished putting up the supplies and popped a gumball in your mouth. You went to the upper deck.

“Sis! You’ve got to try this candy. On all seven seas it’s so good, hey Ben… Ben?”

In front of you was King Benjamin. And he was tied to one of the sail posts on the ship. Uma came from around the post, having finished tying the knot to keep Ben in place. She reached into the bag you were holding and threw down a handful of sweets.

“Ooh, you’re right. This is good.”

“Um, what’s this?”

“Hmm? Oh, King Benjamin.”

“Uma, I can clearly see that. What is he doing here?”

“We nicked him, oh, and you’re on first watch while I go meet Mal.”

You had no other words. The VKs were going to be pissed. Mal would not take her boyfriend’s kidnapping lightly. Uma knew that. It’s the same way she would feel about Harry or you about Jay.

“What are we hoping to accomplish here, Uma?”

“How else are we supposed to get the Isle help.”

Somewhere deep down, you felt your sister was right. Nothing had happened for the Isle in six months. Nothing was going to happen. They hadn’t even come back for more kids to send to Auradon. And up until Mal dragged her back to the Isle, Maleficent was still a lizard. They hadn’t even sent her back to Isle.

“Okay. I’ll watch him. I just hope you know what you’re doing Uma.”

“Yeah… I hope I do too.”

You pulled up a crate and took a seat in front of Ben. You offered him the bag of sweets before realizing he couldn’t reach for anything. You grabbed some gummy worms and fed it to him before returning to your crate.

“Sooo… how you doing, Ben?”

“Just great.” Auradon still had the art of sarcasm you could see.

“Was kidnapping me really necessary?”

“My sister has a slight thing for drama.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“You can’t blame her. We all just want what’s best for the Isle. You and Auradon are the ones that refuse to come around and help. Couldn’t even get my boyfriend to come back after six months over there.”

“You know he never shut up about you. I know that doesn’t make up for him not visiting but you were the only one on his mind. The only one, and I can see why. You seem like a very lovely girl.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere. I might not be a good pirate but I’m not stupid. Sorry, my one job is keeping you tied here.”

“It was worth a shot.”

“You tried.”

“I wasn’t joking about him talking about you.”

You looked back at the rest of the Isle, towards the restaurant where Uma should be negotiating with Mal right now. You somehow knew Ben was right. And you hoped that your sister’s plan works so you could get back to Jay.

“What did they say?” You asked Uma as she got back aboard the ship.

“They’re bringing me the wand.”

“You did it?”

“You sound like you have no faith in me.”

“You’re a daughter of Ursula, aren’t you? I’ll always have faith in you.”

Uma smiled.

“Congrats, Beastie Boy. This worked out better than I thought. We won’t even have to give you a black eye.”

You just nodded at Ben as he looked at Uma wide-eyed. She was being completely serious, if Mal hadn’t caved so easily Uma would be forced to play her hand. And unfortunately for Ben, he would’ve been that hand. You were thrilled, of course. A bruised and bloodied king probably wouldn’t help you leave the Isle.

“Uma, I saw Jay today.”

“I know, that’s where you got the candy.”

“He asked me to go back to Auradon.”

“I know.” Your sister stopped you. “I figured that’d be the first thing he’d ask when you saw each other again.”

You hugged Uma tightly, “I already said I can’t leave my crew.”

Your sister hummed but said nothing else as she hugged you.

“Okay, get some shut eye. They come back tomorrow at noon. I can take over watching him from here.”

(Part 3)...

#jay x reader #jay descendants #descendants fic

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L'Manburg Lovers (Tommyinnit X Reader)|| Chapter 1- “Simping” Gets You Somewhere

“Good afternoon, mornin’, night y buenas tardes, buenos días, buenas noches, whatever Chat! We’ll start doin’ stuff in a few minutes and as always I’ll try to read Chat and answer any questions.” I said, smiling to my camera and waving as Chat comments came flooding in; mostly people asking how I was doing and saying hi.

“I’m doin’ pretty okay, thanks for askin’ Chat! Better now that I’m here, with y’all, and we gonna be checkin out this world I’ve been working on for a while! Sound good, guys?” Chat spammed POG and my personalised “Les GOOO” sub-emote of me dressed in my signature navy giant blanket hoodie looking extremely excited.

I giggled and opened the world, listening to the first dono of the stream: “Hey Nyxie, How do you feel about the people shipping you with TubboLive and Tommyinnit? P.S. love you and your streams; you’re the best builder ever, Grian should be proud of you queen! ♡❤️💛💚💙💜♡” Read the soft robotic female voice.

“Thanks for the five dollars, Woild’sYerErster54! Certainly not the best builder ever I mean half my stuff is just Grian Build Hacks, but thanks! About the shipping um, well, as you guys know I’m good with being shipped and fanfic and all that fun stuff as long as it is,” I started, bringing up my hand into view to list of the rules on my fingers, “Legal as I am only 17 and the fan fic doesn’t get too spicy. That’s it. Just the two rules. But I do watch both of them, kind of a fan, so I don’t mind, just please always make sure the person is comfortable with being shipped and in fanfics and with fans using real names and all that jazz.” Chat kept spamming “Respectful Queen POG” which I giggled at.

“Any way, Chat, I’m proud of this absolute mess of a town that I’ve built!” I said as the world loaded in, A simple concrete road connecting the build of the day to my cyan mansion and the very much under construction skyscraper hotel, “Yes I did it in creative, yes I know that makes it less impressive, but still.” I went into f5 to show my minecraft skin looking into the camera and punching the air. “But look, guys! I did a new build style and it doesn’t look bad!” I ran in front of the large, white, modern build I had managed to get tolerable. Chat commented mostly positive things, largely about how pretty and clean it looked. “You guys have been asking for another build tutorial stream, so I figured this is something simple you can try to do along with me like Bob Ross but with small levels of rage infused in there!” I said cheerfully. I got to work explaining what to do and how to customize it so it wasn’t too copy and paste.

After a bit more than half an hour, I got a dono that really stood out: “Lol, Nyxsomnia simps for me and Tubbo pathetic. Decent build tho” I looked at the person who donated and the amount: Tommyinnit for $42.69. Chat started freaking out, flooding in “Tommy in chat!”s and “Simp”s in Chat.

“Wait, is that real? Is that the blondie bitch-boy, demon child, Hamilton kinnie himself? On my lil’ builder stream no one really wants?” I asked. I pulled up Tommy’s twitch, He was streaming: Investigating My Simps I opened it. My stream was showing. Tommy was smirking but crossing his arms at being called a bitch-boy. “Oh my God it’s actually him. Listen, Tommyinnit from Technoblade I don’t simp for you. Tubbo maybe on some days, you? No way in Hell.” I said. My phone buzzed and I saw he had followed me on Twitter and sent me a message. It was a discord link. I opened it, surprised to find it was the chat room Tommy used to communicate with all his streamer friends, and joined the VC he was in.

“Um, hi.” I said, struggling to sound and look calm. I mean, I talked to him as a character in my 3 AM lonely time rants but never thought I’d talk to the real one.

“What the fuck, Woman? I give you money out of the kindness of my heart and you don’t thank me like every other person who donates, but proceed to call me a bitch-boy, demon child, and Hamilton kinnie!” He shouted in his characteristic scream.

“Ah, screaming and not referring to females by their name, now I know for sure it’s you. In my defense, Tommy, I mean, it’s not like I expected you to actually be on my miniscule stream!” I said defensively. He took a pause and I didn’t even have to watch his camera to know he was tilting his head around in theatrical consideration.

“Okay that bit is fair I guess, I mean I am friends with Dream and I’ve got like 500 thousand odd Twitch followers so ehaaa I guess that makes sense.” He said chuckling, saying the last bit quickly like he always did when he was bragging about something. I rolled my eyes and tried not to smile or laugh.

“So, now that that’s all cleared up, you gonna find the stream of some other poor alleged Tommy simp or you gonna stay here and be a nuisance?” I asked, a bit of giggle naturally slipping into my tone.

“I mean you were supposed to be the last stream I looked at so it’s stay here and bug you or help Tubbo with his bee house and I’m not doing that shit.”

“Well, if you’re gonna stick around I won’t stop you, just don’t be too much of a problem. I have a poorly designed modern house to finish helping the people make.” I said, smiling to the camera for Chat.

“How dare you. You’ve really hurt my feelings here, woman. I am not a nuisance or problem whatsoever!” He said. I smirked and giggled softly.

“Sure Tommy.” I said and added the next step to the house.

“That looks like shit.” Tommy said as I finished it. I frowned at him as he smirked. Our Chats both started attacking him for being mean to me when discord made the sound of someone joining the VC. He sighed, “Hi Wilbur.”

“Tommy, stop being mean to Nyxsomnia.” I heard Wilbur say. My eyes went cartoonishly big, like I’m talking Vanellope Von Schweets big.

“Hi Wilbur.” I squeaked out, I could tell I was grinning massively and blushing. I mean he’s Wilbur freaking Soot and he’s scolding Tommy for being a jerk to me.

“Hello, Nyxsomnia.” He replied warmly.

“Oh, you can just say Nyx or Nyxie or something like that if you want I know my username is kinda long.” I said hurriedly. Chat was teasing me for my reaction to Wilbur defending me.

“Alright, Nyx. In any case, apologize Tommy.” Wilbur said sternly.

“Sorry, woman.” He grumbled.

“Good.” Wil said.

“Thanks, Wilbur.” I said quietly.

“You’re welcome. Anyway, Tommy I need to chat with you when you’re free.”

“I can just leave and you guys can talk. I’m almost finished with my stream and it’ll go faster if Tommy isn’t here to comment and start stuff.” I said.

“Alright then. Bye.” Wilbur said. I said goodbye as well and managed to finish my stream in twenty minutes, Tommy had raided me a few seconds after I left the call and since I’d never had the numbers to raid someone before I just raided Tubbo at Chat’s demand.

About two hours later, I was trying to get the motivation to pick up my room when I gave up and got up to go take a shower. Once I got back to my room an hour and a half later, wrapped in a towel with hair dripping, I noticed a string of notifications from Twitter, Twitch, and YouTube. I had to force myself to put pajamas on before looking at them or I’d never put them on. Once I had wrapped myself up in some decently summery jammies, I checked the Twitter notifs first, expecting some nice fan art or a fan DMing me to talk about something. Instead I found this:

WilburSoot has followed you.

TubboLive has followed you.

Fundy has followed you.

Dream has followed you.

GeorgeNotFound has followed you.

SapNap has followed you.

BadBoyHalo has followed you.

I almost dropped my phone in shock. I checked the other two apps to find the same messages. All this because Tommyinnit stumbled across my stream? I never could have even imagined this. It was something out of a cliché fanfic and it was actually happening to me. I sent screenshots to my group chat with my friends with the message:

Looks like ya girl just got

dropped into an X Reader fic,

place your bets on which

tropes Imma end up followin’ and

which character is simping for me.

Myka (Sweetest Baby)

So happy for you!

Don’t end up in any alternate

dimensions without us!

Micah (Remus Gremlin)

Holy crap that’s a lot of

famous dudes in one screenie!

You’ll probably end up going on a trip

no human being can afford

and no sane parent would ever allow.

And we all know it’s gonna be

SnapChat or something lol.

*puking noises*

Lexy (Grouchie Lil’ Storm Cloud)

???

What does this mean???

Oh yeah, you don’t understand

MCYT. These people are all

famous streamers. Tommyinnit

ended up streaming with me today

and I am benefiting greatly from it.

Lexy (Grouchie Lil’ Storm Cloud)

Still don’t get it but glad you’re happy.

I continued texting my friends and checking in on my fan pages until midnight, when mom instructed me to go to sleep and took my phone. After two hours of vaguely watching YouTube videos and commenting like I was streaming, I finally managed to get to sleep.

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #mcyt x y/n #dsmp x reader #fanfic #L'Manberg Lovers #tommyinnit #l'manberg #l'manburg #x reader

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Latet Enim Veritas [Part 2/3]

Truth is indeed hidden...

F!Builder/Grace; fluff and angst

Warnings: Spoilers for Act 3. Major character death(?), mentions of animal death

Summary: Wisteria and Grace are still talking, even a hundred miles apart.

But is it easier or harder to hide the truth in letters?

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A/N: So uh…turns out the brainrot don't stop, and here I am again with Wis and Grace! Once again, I have no idea how this happened, but it's hereeeee

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Hey Wis,

What’s up? Sorry it took me so long to write. Had a lot to do once I got back to Atara. My professors were really interested to hear about all the relic discoveries we made in Sandrock. Gotta say, the entire field’s real pumped up about what we found. We got experts writing articles left and right about em. I’ve been making talks everywhere too. So many great questions! I’m pooped. But I think I’m back on my Atara schedule now. Feels weird after getting used to the Sandrock pace of life.

But anyway, that’s pretty much it for me. Just gotta keep going with my studies. How’ve you been? How’s Sandrock doing? Heard the Portia tunnel was just built. I can’t wait to see it when I get back!

Grace

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Hey Grace!

It’s so good to hear from you! I’m still building (obviously). And yeah, the tunnel’s done, FINALLY. Had to deal with a nasty giant worm in there, but we got it. We started taking on some other projects too, now that the whole bandit situation’s wrapped up. We’re getting a school now! An old house just became available, so we’re building it on top of that. And with the road to Portia, we’re gonna try planting some more trees! Don’t think I’ve ever seen Zeke or Trudy so excited. And then a Geegler showed up one day from the canyon! He was the same guy that was trying to use a train to take over Sandrock all that time ago and broke the bridge. Name’s Larry. Seems like he’s good now…although he’s taken over your job at the saloon. Hope you don’t mind…

Oh yeah, and we got a new commissioner too. SOMEhow, it so happened to be Yan’s twin brother. Oh, and Yan apparently has a twin brother. Luckily he’s a lot more…like an actual human being than Yan was. Well, maybe. Man’s got skin like he’s twenty and says he’s more than twice my age… But at least he’s running a fair and tight ship. My guard’s not down yet, though.

How’d the meeting with your boss go? Never a fun thing to have a 1-on-1 with the boss. Trust me, I know. Hope it went okay. Hope you can come back soon.

Wis

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Wis,

The meeting wasn’t as bad as I thought, honestly! The board of directors weren’t super thrilled with the rules violations, but the results speak for themselves, don’t they? Couple of them even commended my quick critical decision making! They let me off scot-free. Not even a warning or anything.

I just submitted my capstone yesterday. Just a final note to the whole Sandrock adventure. It felt really weird stamping it and packing it in the envelope and handing it in. Still feels weird. Thought I’d be throwing a huge celebration when I was done with this project, with drinks and everything. But all I wanted was to go to bed. So that’s what I did.

Slept like a log, even though it was pretty noisy upstairs. Sounded like they were throwing a parade or something up there with all the stomping and the music. Kinda feels nice to have a noisy neighbor every once in a while, I guess. Makes it feel a little less lonely. Especially since I haven’t seen you guys in so long. I really, really hope I can visit soon.

Grace

P.S.: Managed to hear some rumors that that new commissioner of yours is legit. Apparently his death certificate was forged?? Yan must’ve paid someone a pretty penny to get rid of him…or maybe not, since, y’know, he’s still alive.

P.P.S: Ha ha, now a Geegler’s taken over my job, huh? Well, as long as he can cook a proper omelet, I guess I can’t really complain. Maybe he can teach me some stuff when I get back. Wonder what Geeglers normally eat.

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Grace,

I still miss you. We all do over here. The saloon doesn’t feel the same without you around. But don’t worry! We’re not going anywhere. The whole bandit situation proved that. Once you’re back, we can have that big celebration you planned.

How’s the archeology work and stuff? Not sure if the field’s cooled down by now and moved on to the next big thing. Hard to say from over here. It’s been like 2 months and Qi still won’t shut up about the spaceships. Not that I mind. Don’t think I’ve ever seen him so enthused about anything. And this time it doesn’t involve any property damage, so that’s a net positive!

Sandrock’s mostly still the same old. Only real difference is that Haru left pretty recently, though. He’s off to study chemistry in Atara. It’s great that he finally has the chance to chase his dreams. He told me to wish you well.

In other news, we planted a bunch of trees, but a sandstorm took them out. But we’re not giving up. There’s an Old World lab of some kind that’s supposed to have some different algae that we can try to make biocrust with. We’re going to explore it in a bit. Hopefully I can take some notes and pictures for you while I’m down there.

Be sure to get enough sleep, okay? Work’s important, but you can’t do it if you’re sleep-deprived.

Wis

P.S.: Wei’s proving himself…but my hackles aren’t down yet.

P.P.S.: Larry’s actually a pretty decent chef! Shame he can’t really partake in the fruits of his labor, though. Geeglers mostly eat algae. Apparently those algae machines we’ve been remaking are their “meal machines.” Fang’s been testing what human foods he’s able to eat. But even so, there is only ever ONE Grace Sand Omelet.

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It was warm.

Warm air, warm food, warm lights.

Warm heart.

Owen raised his glass and said something. Grace couldn’t hear exactly what it was, but his smile and his voice were warm.

One by one, everyone around the table raised their glass. Heidi. Logan. Andy. Haru. Qi (begrudgingly).

And last of all, right by her side, Wis.

They all drank and laughed and went back to chatting amongst themselves.

Except Wis. She simply put her glass down and turned to Grace, all the warmth of the room reflected in her eyes. She lifted a gentle hand to Grace’s cheek and leaned in.

It was so very warm.

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Grace woke up slowly. Pleasantly. A nice change of pace from forced wake-ups and diligently-set alarms.

She curled tighter into her blankets, trying to hold the warmth in her stomach inside just a little longer. She stole a glance at Wis’s last letter on her nightstand.

I still miss you.

Her chest ached as the warmth faded. She sighed. Well, that was that.

She got up, washed up, and changed, then sat down at her desk to pen her reply.

Wis,

I miss you too. Last night I

She froze. What the hell? Why would she write that down?! “Last night I dreamed that you kissed me”? “Last night I realized I missed you more than anything”? “Last night I figured my chances of seeing you again are even slimmer now”? Well, she could salvage it with something more innocuous…

I miss you too. Last night I dreamed I was back in Sandrock and we were holding that party I was talking about. Don’t remember all the details, but I knew I was really happy.

Heh, funny you mentioned Qi. We’ve been getting his reports on the regular nowadays to assess the area as time goes on. And they are LONG. Like “I don’t even know how he’s typing all this through the telegraph” long. Poor telegrapher’s gotta work in shifts to get the whole thing down. And then we’ve got a committee that simplifies what he gives us. And then another committee goes in and simplifies THAT before it gets to my bosses.

But anyway, it looks like the gist of it is that the region’s pretty non-hazardous now. Y’know, since the pest removal and all the broken relics were so effective. Unfortunately…that means I probably won’t get another assignment for the Sandrock region anytime soon. Unless one of you guys starts wrecking the whole place again, I dunno. (Please do not do that.)

Kinda sucks, but at least we can still keep in touch this way. Maybe that’s why I dreamt about you guys last night. Hope you get the tree problem sorted. You guys always find a way.

Grace

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Grace,

Huh. Strange coincidence. I dreamed about you being back too. We were just hanging out at the bar like usual. Think I ordered my usual? Can’t remember. The kitchen wasn’t on fire, so I guess it was a good day!

And yeah, we did get the tree problem sorted…hopefully. We did end up finding some new algae machines in there, so we’re trying those out. Fingers crossed. Didn’t get any notes for you, though. Sorry. There were some leftover Geeglers in there, and they were not friendly. Apparently Larry’s no longer the boss. Ah well. Guess we have something to do when you get back. And you WILL be back some day. I know it. I’ll be waiting. :)

Wis

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Wis opened up her mailbox and shuffled through the usual junk mail.

Nothing from Grace.

She sighed. “3 weeks…”

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Hey Wis,

Sorry it’s been so long since I last wrote. I’ve just been sooo busy lately. Wish I could give you more details, but…you know. I’ve hardly had any energy left after I come home at night. I just take a quick shower and collapse into bed.

But anyways, how’ve you been? I’m sure there’s plenty of exciting new things going on in Sandrock. Fill me in!

Grace

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Grace,

You doing okay? You don’t need to tell me all the details, but still. Letters are still kinda slow even with express postage, but if you’re ever having a bad day/week/whatever, you can talk to me.

Not sure if you have any friends over in Atara, but maybe you should take some time off and hang out with them. Take a walk. Go to a nice restaurant. Just get your head away from work for a bit, y’know? Then you can come back at it with fresh eyes.

You’re strong, I know, but don’t forget to take care of yourself.

Wis

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Wis,

It kinda slipped my mind when we were at the station, but I wanted to give you the photo I included with this letter. It’s me with my old partner, Cookie. We were still in training then. He was such a good boy. Did a lot of early missions with me.

But…on one mission…I lost him. I’ll spare you the details, but it hit me hard. Still does, really.

Ever since then, I’ve kinda kept people at an arm’s length. Part of the job, I guess. I interviewed a bunch of new archeologist recruits the other day, and they all came in with such high hopes in their eyes… I just dunno how to tell them what it’s really like here. I have some friends, not a whole lot outside the archeology field. We hang out sometimes and it’s fun, but I still feel the struggle to connect sometimes. You’re the first person in a good long while to really get to know me.

Sorry for unloading all of that onto you so suddenly. I’m fine, though. Really. Although…a little PTO isn’t a bad idea.

Grace

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Grace,

I’m so sorry about Cookie… I’m sure he was every bit as good as he looks. Since you’re giving this to me, I figured I should return the favor. Hopefully it won’t get lost in the mail…

And I understand. Making real, true friends is hard. I never really made any good friends at the Builder’s Academy either. Though one of them ended up saving my skin when my old workshop closed down. So even distant friends can be important. Can’t imagine what it’s like in your shoes.

If nothing else, at least, you have me. And again, if you’re ever feeling pressed, you can talk to me. Always.

Wis

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Grace laid on her bed, staring at the photo in her hand in the dim lamplight.

It was Wis sitting on the ground outside her front door, cradling a grumpy-looking Banjo in her lap with a grin on her face, while Nemo jumped up excitedly next to her.

A faint smile rose on Grace’s lips. It’d been so long since she’d last seen Wis. Well, outside her dreams, that is.

Her eyes grew heavy. Another long day. She’d get up to tuck this somewhere safe…right after…she gave her eyes…a quick rest…

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Sunsets were always better in the desert. Not only was the sky more colorful, but the beautiful reds and oranges of the sands made it all pop that much more.

Grace breathed in a deep lungful of fresh, crisp air, letting it out as a content sigh. This was her favorite time of day.

She waved goodbye to Owen and set out towards the train station. For home.

She glanced over to the distant mountain range as she crossed the tracks. The sun was just starting to sink behind the tallest peak. Beautiful.

But not as beautiful as…

An excited barking got her attention. She looked back down again to see Nemo running up to her.

“Hi, Nemo!” she giggled as he yipped and ran circles around her legs. “Is Wisty not playing with you? Aw, she’s no fun…”

“Just give me a second…” came a groan from the workshop yard. “Don’t steal my doggy, Grace…”

“Too late!” Grace chimed, leaning down to give Nemo a well-deserved scratch. “He’s mine now.”

“Well, doggone it,” Wis said, finally popping up from whatever machine she was working at. “My girlfriend dognapped my dog. I can’t believe it. I’m really in the doghouse now. Ohhh nooo.”

Grace couldn’t help but laugh at the stupid look on Wis’s face as she made her way out to her and Nemo.

“Well, even if Nemo’s yours…” Wis murmured as she drew closer. “You’re still mine.”

Grace felt the gentlest peck on her cheek.

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Grace,

Everything okay? It’s been a while since I heard from you. Work’s probably been super busy for you. Just give me a quick check up reply when you next get the chance. No biggie.

Wis

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Grace,

Hey, not sure you saw my last letter… Sorry about this if you did. I’m just a bit antsier about getting a reply since your last letter. Hope you’re still okay.

Wis

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Grace,

It’s been about a month now… I’m getting kind of worried now. I know field work is dangerous, so not getting anything from you has me wondering if you’re still alive… You don’t need to send an essay, just…a sign? Just a “hi”? Even a blank piece of paper in an envelope? Anything so I can at least make sure you’re still around.

Wis

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Hey Wis,

I’m really sorry about the wait. I’m still alive and kicking, don’t you worry. Work’s just been exhausting still. I can’t really make the time to sit down and write. We’ve been looking into a whole slew of relics around the Alliance lately. Lots of data crunching. I’m still doing fine, I promise. Just reading your words is so comforting to me. But what’s new with you? I’m sure at this point, I probably won’t even be able to recognize Sandrock if I saw it! You guys are just so involved! Still a TBD on a return date…

Grace

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You know, Grace…

Somehow I feel like it’s easier for me to tell when you’re being dishonest when it’s through writing. Dunno why. Maybe it’s because I can read it over again as much as I need to and take all the time I need to craft an answer.

You don’t need to sugarcoat things for me, okay? You never did back then. Why start now? I don’t know if it’s because you don’t want me to worry or you don’t want to talk about it, but I want to hear it. Whatever it is.

I hope that I’m not your only source of comfort right now, but if I am…then let me be that. I’ll be here for you as much as I can. I promise.

Wis

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Grace sat at her desk, a blank sheet of paper in front of her, reading Wis’s letter over and over and over again. Wis wasn’t here. She was a hundred miles away.

So why could Grace feel her eyes boring straight into her head?

She stared at the blank page on the table. It almost felt like it was mocking her. Or maybe that was the sleep deprivation talking.

Grace groaned. She’d finally carved out a good hour to write back to Wis, and here she was with nothing to say. Why oh why did Wis always have to hit her hardest when Grace was weakest?

She really is good at this, a distant part of Grace’s mind hummed.

Grace put her head on the desk, cushioning it with her arms. She stared at the small desk clock nearby as her designated writing hour slowly tick, tick, ticked away…until it was over. And she had nothing to show for it.

She let out a sigh and got up, rubbing her eyes. Time for a shower. She felt filthy. Maybe she could handle this tomorrow…

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Grace watched out the window as the train pulled to a stop. Good ol’ Sandrock. Same as ever, it seemed. Somehow, though, there was a different kind of energy to the place. Alive. Crackling with potential. She let the soaring feeling in her heart take hold. She could do that now. Let loose how she really felt. At that thought, she felt her pulse start to race. How she really felt…

As soon as the door opened, she bolted out and across the tracks. Fresh Pines was still lively as ever, machines churning away and generator humming. And of course, there was Wisteria, busy as ever. She was tending to the garden patch next to her front door, her back to Grace as she overturned the dirt. Looked like she had some new seeds coming in.

Grace felt her pulse thudding in her ears. She swallowed and put on a playful smile. “Hey.”

Wis looked up from her gardening, staring blankly at Grace over her shoulder.

Grace snorted. “Missed me, Wisty?”

Wis only continued to stare. Grace’s smile fell. She should’ve laughed or smiled or…something.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Grace’s stomach dropped. “Huh? Um…oh, are you doing a bit…? Heh heh, good one…” she laughed with a shaky smile.

Wis still didn’t react. “Who are you?”

“I’m–I–it’s…me. It’s Grace.” Icy fear ran through her veins.

Wis’s eyes bore into Grace’s. Why did they look so dull…?

“…Liar.”

She turned back to her digging.

Grace suddenly felt nauseous. She reached out for her, only to see her hands were trembling.

“Wis…Wisteria…I promise, it’s me. It’s really me! N-no more secrets this time, I’m done with—!” She let out a startled yelp. Just as she had gotten close enough to place a hand on Wis’s shoulder, she’d gotten too close to the front door. In the glass of the windowpane, her reflection stared back at her.

Or at least, what was left of it.

A blank face, framed with her blonde hair.

Liar.

A horrid stench filled Grace’s nostrils. She lurched as the nausea got worse. She knew that smell from anywhere. It was a corpse. But where?

Grace tore her eyes away from the glass and looked around. It wasn’t long before she found the source.

Right under Wis’s shovel.

A partially unearthed body.

With Grace’s face.

Decaying and decrepit.

Liar. Liar.

She suddenly heard sniffling. Her eyes darted up to Wis. She was shaking with quiet sobs, head against one arm leaning against the wall of the house, her other hand clutching her chest.

Grace felt her heart wrench. She tried to reach for Wis again. “Wisty…Wisty, no…I-I’m here, it’s okay, I—” Her throat suddenly closed up. As if something was choking her. She grabbed at her neck, trying desperately to free it. But it was in vain. Nothing was there.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Tears squeezed out of Grace’s eyes as she flailed about uselessly. She wanted Wisty’s tears to stop. She wanted to hold her until everything was okay. She wanted to spill everything that she kept sealed inside her for so, so long. She wanted her to know everything. She wanted to feel safe. She wanted to feel known. She wanted—

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Grace jolted awake with a startled gasp. Her head was pounding. She slammed her hand down on her alarm clock.

Better. But not by much.

She reached a tentative hand up to her neck. Nothing was there.

She stared blankly at a spot on her blanket, trying to slow her breathing down. Swallowing, her eyes found the blank sheet of paper still on her desk, Wis’s letter sitting next to it.

She threw the blankets off and yanked out her desk chair. Her grip on the pen was tight enough to make her knuckles turn white. She forced the tip to the page. A spot of ink pooled under where it met the paper. She willed her hand to move.

Wisteria,

Her heart was pounding. What should she say? What was the best thing she could say? What could get her the info she needed in this scenario? How could she talk her way out of this? What did her handbook say? Remember your training, remember what they told you—

…

What do I really want to say…?

…

Wisteria,

I love you

There was a sharp knock at the door. A message slid under the crack.

Briefing at 1100

Grace’s mouth twisted into a grimace. The next mission. What a day to get all the details finally sorted. She flicked open her lighter to dispose of the message. As the slip burned to ashes, her mind wandered to the other paper sitting so innocently on her desk. She sighed. It was 1030. She’d have to finish it later.

After the last remnants of the paper were flicked away, Grace tucked the unfinished letter away between some books.

As she plodded to the briefing room along the barren hallways of HQ, she tried to push down the growing unease in her gut.

She couldn’t.

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Mission objectives: Investigate increasingly suspicious activity in the Northern Eufaula region. Duvosian involvement suspected. Capture or eliminate any Duvosian spies or military entities. Oversee restabilization in the aftermath.

Risk: Potentially life-threatening.

Start date: Tomorrow, 1200 hours. Move to Northern Eufaula base. Await further orders.

Grace was back to staring at the page on her desk, uneasier than ever.

I love you.

She wanted to say it. She really, truly did. She wanted Wis to know. Even if she didn’t love her back. But now…

I love you.

Now she was dumping this new mission onto her, too. Her life was on the line. Whatever she wrote here could be her last words to her.

I love you.

Did she want her last words to be that big of a bombshell? Throw Wis into perpetual uncertainty while the mission happened? Not even sure if Grace was alive or dead?

I love you.

Make the grief even worse…?

Grace took a deep breath. The last thing she needed on a dangerous mission was knowing that Wis was worried for her. But either way, Wis would be worried. There was no way for Grace to reach her from out there. She couldn’t control that.

But she could control something else. So she was going to make a gambit. Gamble on Wis’s worry overtaking her reason for the briefest moment. Her eyes would gloss over the finer details. And Grace could veil the truth that she desperately wanted to share.

She tossed the old letter and got a fresh sheet.

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Wisteria,

I’ve got my next assignment.

Let it be known that it’s a big one. Life’s on the line.

Orders are orders, though.

Very soon, I’ll be heading out.

Even if everything goes according to plan, it’s dicey.

You might be wondering if I can ever get back to Sandrock now.

Once this is over, I’ll do my best to get there. I’m not 100% confident, though.

Until then.

Grace

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Grace.

Even when you tell me your deepest secrets, you still talk in riddles.

I love you too, alright?

Maybe it’s not my place to pry, and I know I can’t get all the details, but I still just…don’t understand you sometimes. You told me that you wanted a deeper connection that you couldn’t get on the job. That kind of connection is made when you’re vulnerable with each other. You see each other at your weakest and your worst and you choose to keep pushing forward, side by side. In spite of everything. In spite of each other.

I’ve felt that with you sometimes. We’ve come so close to really being at the level you really wish for. When you talked to me about Cookie, I felt it. And so did you, I wager. But even so…you still want to keep a part of you sealed away.

Are you scared? Are you scared of me? Are you scared of yourself? I don’t know what else could be holding you back as much as you have.

I’m sorry if I’m being overbearing. Part of it’s because I’m worried. You’re the most capable and competent person I’ve ever met. But you’re still human, at the end of the day.

The other part of it is because I can see that this is something you want. More than archeology, more than the awards. More than anything.

You want to be you.

Really, truly you.

And I love you.

The real, true you.

Even the parts I have yet to see or learn about.

I have no idea if this’ll make it to you. You’ve probably already been out there for a while by the time I got your letter. But I wanted to get that off my chest. And to let you know that I’m still waiting for you here. All of us are (yes, even Qi. He’s just a dingus about it).

Stay safe. Please. I believe in you, even if you don’t.

And when you come back to Sandrock, we can talk. For real.

Love,

Wisteria

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Wis opened up her mailbox. Only one thing in there today. She took it out, looking at the envelope to see…her own handwriting? And it was addressed to Grace…

Her heart froze.

Clutching the letter tightly, she ran off to find Jasmine. Fresh Pines was the last stop on the mail route, so she should be heading back to Construction Junction…

“Jazz! Hey, Jazz!” Wis called as she spotted Jasmine skipping after Macchiato, who probably caught wind of someone cooking something good. She stopped in her tracks and beamed up at Wis.

“Hey, Miss Wis! What’s up?”

“Jazz, do you know what happened to this letter?” Wis held out the letter in her hands, trying not to clench too hard and wrinkle it.

“Oh…” Jasmine hummed with a finger on her chin. “Yeah, the Atara Post Office said that there wasn’t anyone named Grace at that address. So they put the big ‘Return to Sender’ stamp on it.”

Wis suddenly felt a little dizzy. “Oh. I see…”

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” Jasmine exclaimed. “Miss Grace was real! We really knew her!”

“Yeah, w-we did…”

“Maybe she just changed her address? Forgot to tell all of us, though. Ma’s getting a little worried.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“But I’m sure she’ll tell us real soon, Miss Wis!” she shouted, loud enough to give Wis a jolt. “She’s still got our addresses, so she’ll probably write soon!”

Wis let out a chuckle. “You’re right. I hope so. Thanks, Jazz.”

“You’re welcome! See ya!” Jasmine replied, before running off to catch up with Macchiato.

Standing alone in the square, Wis sighed and looked down at the unsent letter. She remembered the night she wrote it, frustrated and exhausted. She’d tossed out at least 10 different versions before this one. Some were too angry. Others too self-pitying. Others too long-winded. Even now, she had doubts if this was really what she wanted to say.

Regardless, though, there was one sentiment she knew to be entirely true, no matter how she shouted or spat or sobbed it.

I love you too.

She sighed again and headed back home. She tucked the letter away on her desk under a large stack of other papers.

Then she headed out to start her workday. But all the while, her mind stirred, always coming back to one question:

Was it better or worse that it never reached her?

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Atara Times

Northern Eufaula Espionage Plans Foiled! Duvos Spies Captured!

Some time ago, the Northern Eufaula Development Plan jumped into full swing, but not without its share of complications. In an incredible twist of events, an investigation by the Alliance Council uncovered that some of the problems were in fact part of a deliberate campaign of disruption.

Who is this dastardly foe? Well, let's ask one simple question. If the Northern Development Plan is to fail, who is to gain? None other than the Duvos Empire!

How did this happen? In order to counter the Duvos activities, Alliance Central Intelligence carried out Operation Weeding. This operation quickly and efficiently identified and eliminated the Duvos infiltration, and effectively restored order to the Northern Development Plan once again. Currently, the plan as already initiated three settlements across the Northern Eufaula, next to the Duvos border.

Unfortunately, three Alliance operatives' lives were lost in the process. The youngest of them was a young woman in her twenties. She had achieved outstanding military achievements throughout her career and had made a lasting impact on the safety of the Free Cities. We shall never know the names of these brave heroes, but we, all of us, owe them our safety.

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There was a knock at the door.

Wis didn’t move.

The knocking came back.

“Wisty?” It was Heidi. “Everythin’...well, I don’t suppose anythin’s alright…”

Wis stared at a knot in the wood floor.

“I’m comin’ in, okay? Got some fresh grub from the Blue Moon…”

The door creaked open. Sunlight spilled in.

Wis pulled the blankets over her head.

“Wisty…”

…

“I, um… I asked Trudy if she could get any info, but the Alliance ain’t talkin’… as we’d expect from military types, I guess…”

…

“Uh, technically speakin’…there could’ve been a lot of twenty-somethin’ ladies out there. I don’t wanna jump to conclusions either way, of course, but still…”

…

“I’m still holdin’ out hope. But…I know it’s hard. I know how much you cared about her.”

A tear slipped out of Wis’s eye.

“…I still got your back, Wisty. No matter what.”

Wis choked on a sob. More and more tears flooded out of her eyes. She felt Heidi hug her from outside the blanket, whispering soothing words.

There in the dark, she shook. Left to choke on words that would never be heard. Left to cling to hope that she didn’t hold.

Left to feel a love too late to be received.

A/N: Thanks for reading! There'll be one last part after this.

And icymi, I posted a quick status update on Builder, Researcher, Rooftop, if you've been following that! (psst...it has some sneak peeks of act 2)

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Scripts - S7 - Episode 12

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NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island! The Islanders are still making more waves than a wave machine on a cruise ship on the high seas! And now the ripples can be felt across the villa! And it seems like {0} isn’t quite done yet! Let’s see what she has to say!

{0}_FLIRTY: Hope I’m not interrupting anything important…

PLAYER_IDLE: Actually…

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s just that me and {1} have some <i>real</i> stuff we need to address.

{0}_HAPPY: Stuff from before you were here, you probably wouldn’t understand.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I wouldn’t be so sure about that.

{0}_HAPPY: So, can I pull you for a chat, {1}?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Erm, yeah sure. Just a quick one.

{0} leans into your ear.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t worry, yeah? I won’t be long.

{0}_IDLE: She probably just wants to clear the air.

{0}_IDLE: Will be good to put everything behind us.

{0}_IDLE: You don’t mind, do you?

It’s fine, take your time

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s ok.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You two take your time and clear the air.

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks for being so understanding. You can trust me, don’t worry.

I don’t trust her

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t know. I don’t trust her.

{0}_SAD: I’m sure she means no harm. Just a quick chat.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Just be careful, I think she’s trying to get you back.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, what she wants and what I want are two very different things. But I appreciate the heads up. I’ll be mindful.

{0} turns back to {1}.

{0}_IDLE: Come on then, let’s go.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll come find you later, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: See you later.

{0}_FLIRTY: Don’t worry I’ll get him back to you before bed time.

As they head off for their private chat, you spot Bonnie and Uma. They’ve been watching the whole thing and wave you over to the loungers. You take a seat with the girls on the loungers.

BONNIE_SERIOUS: Hey, {0}, you ok?

UMA_SERIOUS: What was all that about?

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, {0} wanted to chat to {1} about something important. Apparently I wouldn’t understand. It was about stuff from before Casa Amor.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh…

UMA_IDLE: Why does she have to make things so awkward?

BONNIE_IDLE: I know..

BONNIE_IDLE: I feel bad that you were the only one who ended up with an ex still here.

UMA_IDLE: Must make things tough.

UMA_SERIOUS: How are you feeling about all this {0} and {1} stuff?

I’m finding it pretty funny

PLAYER_HAPPY: To be honest I’m finding it all pretty laughable.

PLAYER_HAPPY: If she is trying to get a rise out of me it ain’t working.

PLAYER_HAPPY: She can try all she likes, she isn’t gonna turn his head.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I mean who could turn their head from you?

UMA_HAPPY: Exactly!

It’s getting on my nerves

PLAYER_SERIOUS: She is seriously winding me up. That girl needs to learn when to quit. {0} is with me now. She should just move on.

UMA_SERIOUS: I’m 100% with you.

BONNIE_SERIOUS: Yeah, she’s dreaming if she thinks she could turn someone’s head from you.

I’m really not bothered

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m really not that bothered.

PLAYER_HAPPY: {0} is his own person. He can do what he likes. And if {0} doesn’t wanna move on then that’s up to her.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But I’m just gonna do me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I’m glad you’re not letting it get to you. Who needs the stress?

BONNIE_HAPPY: Plus who could turn their head away from you?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, girls.

UMA_HAPPY: This will all pass anyway. Just need some time.

A text pings on your phone!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’ve got a text!

The others rush over to hear the news, including {0} and {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re back I see…

{0}_FLIRTY: Told you I’d bring him back, didn’t I? Though I was tempted not to.

{0} shifts uncomfortably.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: What’s the text say, {1}?

LITEXT: Islanders, tonight the hideaway will be open. The winners of the Making Waves challenge will choose one lucky couple to stay in the hideaway tonight. {0}PrizeChoice {1}MakingWavesMakingOut

BONNIE_HAPPY: The hideaway!

UMA_HAPPY: Now we’re talking!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Finally! This is my time, I know it.

{0}_SERIOUS: Urgh, I hope it’s us that gets to go, Evan.

EVAN_SURPRISED: You do?

PLAYER_HAPPY: But we don’t even know who won the challenge yet?

UMA_HAPPY: Well whoever wins, just remember that I love them.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sneaky.

UMA_FLIRTY: Any one of us could be the winners.

{0}_HAPPY: Guess we all better figure out who we want to go in the hideaway then.

The girls all grab their partners.

UMA_HAPPY: Come on, boys, we’ve got some chatting to do.

All the couples rush off to discuss who will be going into the hideaway tonight…

&Daybeds: Evan, {0}

As you approach the daybeds you overhear Evan and {0} exchanging terse words.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m not having a go at you.

EVAN_SAD: I’m just saying it didn’t feel great… I just want to be open with you.

{0}_SERIOUS: And I’m saying it was just a challenge, it didn’t mean anything.

EVAN_IDLE: It just felt quite telling, that’s all I’m saying.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just having fun! What’s wrong with that?

EVAN_IDLE: Nothing at all.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I just think we should be honest about where our heads are at.

{0}_SERIOUS: Ugh, I honestly don’t know what you want from me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m done talking right now. I’ll see you later.

{0} storms off as you join a frustrated Evan on the daybeds.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hey, Evan.

EVAN_IDLE: Oh, hey, {0}. You been there the whole time?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Not the whole time…

PLAYER_IDLE: Was just coming over to say hi, but didn’t want to get in the middle of things. You ok?

EVAN_IDLE: Oh yeah fine, we were just talking about the challenge.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: But it doesn't seem like {0} is in the mood for talking.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Clearly not. But I’m here now, you can talk to me!

EVAN_HAPPY: Ah, I’m honoured. You’re probably exactly what I need right now.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I am?

EVAN_HAPPY: Well you’re always so easy to talk to. I feel I can be myself.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m not sure me and {0} have that.

EVAN_HAPPY: Do you feel that way with {0}?

I can be myself around him

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, I feel really comfortable around {0}. I could probably tell him anything.

EVAN_HAPPY: That must feel good. To have that trust.

Not so much

PLAYER_SAD: To be honest, not so much.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure we’re fully comfortable with each other.

EVAN_SAD: I know the feeling.

Too soon to tell

PLAYER_IDLE: Might be too early to say

EVAN_HAPPY: Hopefully you’ll get there! And if not, no harm done.

EVAN_HAPPY: Well, I hope you can be yourself around me.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m here if you ever need someone to vent to. Or offer some most likely poor advice.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Evan.

EVAN_IDLE: Especially with {0} and {1} going off for their own chats.

PLAYER_IDLE: Oh, you noticed? Seems the whole villa has I suppose.

EVAN_IDLE: Yeah, something feels different about her.

EVAN_SAD: Especially since you all came back from Casa Amor, something’s changed.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Changed how?

EVAN_IDLE: Oh yeah, I forget you guys didn’t see her before.

EVAN_HAPPY: Feels like you’ve been here forever already.

EVAN_IDLE: If you wanna hang out a little longer… I can tell you all about {0} before you guys got here.

EVAN_FLIRTY: There’s a lot that happened that might surprise you.

EVAN_HAPPY: You’re a cool girl and you deserve to know everything.

EVAN_IDLE: Think it might be useful to know, however you’re feeling.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Plus it would be nice to spend some quality time together. Feels like there is a lot more to {0} that I want to know!

EVAN_HAPPY: Hopefully you’re curious about me. Being mysterious and new and all.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is that so?

EVAN_HAPPY: Why don’t you stay and find out?

*I’d love to!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re on. I’m intrigued.

EVAN_HAPPY: I hoped you might be…

Not interested

PLAYER_IDLE: Nah, I’m not interested.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok. Maybe I got the wrong end of the stick.

EVAN_IDLE: Thought you might wanna know where my head is at now.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’d sure like to know where yours is.

EVAN_IDLE: And share some of the stuff {0} got up to during Casa.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: Feels like she’s making moves and this might help you stay front and centre.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Whoever you’re interested in.

EVAN_HAPPY: Are you certain I can’t tempt you?

*Ok, let’s chat!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re on. I’m intrigued.

EVAN_HAPPY: Yes! I hoped you would be…

I’m fine, thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not right now.

EVAN_HAPPY: Ok, fair enough. I’ll leave you to it then.

EVAN_IDLE: Better go smooth things over with {0} anyway.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good luck!

EVAN_HAPPY: Thanks, catch you later {0}!

PLAYER_IDLE: So, you were saying that {0} has changed recently?

EVAN_SAD: Yeah, exactly.

EVAN_IDLE: When I first came into the villa she was super fun and flirty. It felt like we gravitated towards each other very naturally.

EVAN_HAPPY: She barely even mentioned {0} to me…

PLAYER_IDLE: Didn’t take a lot to turn her head then?

EVAN_HAPPY: Didn’t seem like there was anyone to turn her head from!

EVAN_IDLE: I wasn’t the only one she was grafting with though.

EVAN_IDLE: She was defo open to all the boys to start with.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Was she?

EVAN_IDLE: Yeah. She wasn’t holding back, put it that way.

EVAN_IDLE: I mean, she clearly had feelings for Raf.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: But I sensed she wasn’t fully secure with him.

EVAN_IDLE: She didn’t seem certain he’d stick with her. I think she might’ve just twisted as a defence mechanism. In case he did too. But she also got close to one of the other new boys too.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Ooh really??

EVAN_IDLE: She shared a bed with him on the first night.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I think he thought she’d twist with him.

EVAN_IDLE: But she seemed to lose interest and spent more time with me.

EVAN_HAPPY: Eventually we were both putting in the graft and things felt good.

PLAYER_IDLE: And then?

EVAN_IDLE: And then everyone came back from Casa Amor.

EVAN_SAD: Seems like things changed instantly.

EVAN_SAD: Feels like her head turned back so quickly to {0}.

EVAN_IDLE: Now I’m starting to think she was never really into me at all.

PLAYER_SAD: What do you mean?

EVAN_IDLE: I feel like I was just a safe option for her. You know, the back up.

EVAN_IDLE: She just twisted with me to make sure she didn’t end up single.

EVAN_IDLE: But if you ask me her plan was always to try and get back with {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, everyone keeps pointing that out to me.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m sure you can trust {0}, he seems like a good guy. But {0}... I’m not so sure.

EVAN_IDLE: Everyone keeps talking about how close Raf and Daphne were before Casa.

EVAN_SAD: I don’t think her feelings have gone away.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m not sure if there are still serious feelings between them.

EVAN_IDLE: But I’m sure there is an attraction there which is drawing her to him.

PLAYER_IDLE: So what does this mean for you and her?

EVAN_HAPPY: Honestly? I was thinking earlier if I would be happier if I was single.

EVAN_HAPPY: So I could be open to exploring other relationships.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And?

EVAN_HAPPY: I decided that I would be. So for now, I think I’m single.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, congrats I guess?

EVAN_HAPPY: Thanks!

EVAN_HAPPY: I mean it’s early days for all of us here.

EVAN_HAPPY: I think it’s good to explore things. Don’t you?

Yeah! I’m open to exploring

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah, me too.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We’re all here to explore and meet the right person.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Exactly!

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m glad you’re not closed off just yet.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Really?

EVAN_HAPPY: Yeah, it means we can get to know each other better hopefully.

I’m pretty closed off

PLAYER_IDLE: To be honest I’m feeling pretty closed off already.

EVAN_IDLE: That’s fair enough.

EVAN_HAPPY: It’s great that you’ve met someone you connect with so soon.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, it is.

EVAN_HAPPY: Still, it doesn’t mean we can’t get to know each other.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’d be lying if I said you didn’t catch my eye at the firepit.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I did?

EVAN_HAPPY: Yeah, you stood out from the crowd that’s for sure.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And why is that?

EVAN_HAPPY: You’ve got this confidence about you.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Like this is exactly where you are meant to be.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Not to mention you’re a stunning girl.

EVAN_HAPPY: {0} is a lucky guy.

Flirt back

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well I’d say {0} was lucky too.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But it seems like she doesn’t know how good she had it.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Glad you think so.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Hopefully someone who likes what they see will snap me up.

Evan shoots you a flirty grin.

Keep it casual

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, he is.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m glad you know it.

EVAN_HAPPY: I hope he does too.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Can I tell you something?

PLAYER_IDLE: What is it?

EVAN_FLIRTY: This might sound a bit forward but you’re actually my exact type on paper.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I am?

EVAN_HAPPY: Yeah, that’s why you caught my eye at the firepit.

EVAN_HAPPY: Caught me off guard to be honest.

EVAN_HAPPY: How about me? Do I come close to your type on paper?

You’re totally my type

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh for sure, you’re totally my type.

EVAN_HAPPY: Really?

EVAN_FLIRTY: I mean… that’s good to know.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Looks like you got a little excited there.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Maybe just a little.

Nowhere near

PLAYER_IDLE: Honestly, not really.

EVAN_HAPPY: Ouch.

EVAN_HAPPY: That’s fine. Not everyone has love at first sight.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess not.

Kind of

PLAYER_IDLE: Kind of?

EVAN_HAPPY: Well that’s not a no.

EVAN_HAPPY: So I’ll take it!

EVAN_HAPPY: I’ll keep that in mind.

Evan holds eye contact with you for slightly longer than normal.

He breaks into a grin

PLAYER_HAPPY: What are you smiling about?

EVAN_HAPPY: Honestly? Being here chatting with you like this…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yes…?

EVAN_FLIRTY: It feels like my villa time is finally getting started.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

EVAN_FLIRTY: It was fun during Casa Amor and all, but it never felt quite right.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I enjoyed chatting with {0} and the other OG girls.

EVAN_IDLE: But I was never truly excited. Never fully invested.

EVAN_IDLE: I never quite felt that intense spark I’m after.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And you’re feeling it now?

Evan looks deep into your eyes, like you’re the only person in the world.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I am. And I’m excited to get to know you more.

You sense Evan wants to kiss you, but something holds him back.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: I know we’re both coupled with other people.

EVAN_FLIRTY: But a lot can change fast in the villa. And I’m hoping it does.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Will keep that in mind.

EVAN_HAPPY: But I’ve kept you too long already. I’ll let you get back to the others.

EVAN_HAPPY: It’s been a pleasure chatting with you, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: See you later, Evan.

EVAN_HAPPY: For sure.

&RoofTerrace: Uma, {0}

You head up to the terrace to find Uma and {0} lazing and giggling together.

UMA_HAPPY: Ahh, {0}! Come to spy on us have we?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Not exactly!

UMA_HAPPY: That’s ok, no secrets among friends.

{0}_HAPPY: We were just discussing the hideaway.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course, it’s the hot topic.

UMA_HAPPY: I bet everyone is desperate to go in!

{0}_FLIRTY: I know I am.

UMA_FLIRTY: You’d be so lucky.

UMA_HAPPY: I guess it’s about who really <i>deserves</i> to go in.

UMA_HAPPY: Who do you think should go to the hideaway, {0}?

You two!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I think it should be you guys.

UMA_HAPPY: Really? That’s very selfless of you.

UMA_FLIRTY: We do make a pretty cute couple.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, nice to know you have our back.

UMA_FLIRTY: If you do pick us to go in I promise I won’t waste the opportunity.

{0}_HAPPY: Really? Yes! Pleeease let {1} win the challenge!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess we will have to wait and see.

Bonnie and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: Hmm, I think Bonnie and {0} deserve to go in.

UMA_SURPRISED: Really? I am not getting romance vibes from those guys.

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, no offence to those guys but I’ve seen more sparks undoing my fly.

UMA_SURPRISED: What? How hot are your pants?!

{0}_HAPPY: If we go to the hideaway you’ll find out!

UMA_HAPPY: See, {0}. We should totally be the ones to go into the hideaway.

{0} and Evan

PLAYER_IDLE: I think {0} and Evan should go into the hideaway.

UMA_SURPRISED: What, really?

{0}_HAPPY: I thought there might be some tension there.

{0}_IDLE: With her being {1}’s ex and everything.

PLAYER_IDLE: Is she really an ex?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Plus going in the hideaway might help her move forward with Evan.

UMA_FLIRTY: Ah I get it now. That’s genius.

Summer and Joyo

PLAYER_HAPPY: I feel like Summer and Joyo should get to go in the hideaway.

UMA_SURPRISED: Summer and Joyo? Wasn’t expecting that.

{0}_HAPPY: I dunno, those two have their flirt on 24/7 at the moment.

UMA_FLIRTY: I know, but I still think we’re the better choice.

{0}_HAPPY: No doubt about that.

{0}_HAPPY: But I think Summer and Joyo would love a night in there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Exactly.

Rafael and Daphne

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Rafael and Daphne deserve to go in!

UMA_SURPRISED: What about me and {0}?

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah! I thought you’d have our backs.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, Rafael and Daphne have been together since day one.

UMA_IDLE: Yeeeah, I guess you’re right.

{0}_HAPPY: Doesn’t mean they’d make the most of the hideaway though.

Me and {0}

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Obviously I think it should be me and {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: No surprises there!

{0}_HAPPY: You two do make a cute couple.

UMA_FLIRTY: Sounds like you're ready to take things to the next level too.

{0}_HAPPY: I know the feeling.

UMA_FLIRTY: Oi cheeky! There’s no rush.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, if {1} wins, maybe she’ll still pick us?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, right!

Me and Bonnie

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was actually hoping it would be me and Bonnie.

UMA_HAPPY: Aww, sounds like you two are really hitting it off!

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, taking big steps.

UMA_HAPPY: I’m so happy for you guys.

{0}_HAPPY: Me too, not as happy as I would be if I was in the hideaway with Uma…

{0}_HAPPY: But pretty happy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Things are going well with you two then?

{0}_HAPPY: Oh yeah! Uma has already told me she loves me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What?! You’re kidding.

UMA_SURPRISED: I did not!

{0}_HAPPY: Alright! Maybe it was more I like you.

{0}_HAPPY: Close enough if you ask me.

UMA_HAPPY: You are so cheeky.

UMA_HAPPY: But, yes, I do like you.

UMA_HAPPY: When you’re not pushing your luck.

{0}_HAPPY: What can I say, you bring out my brave side.

{0}_HAPPY: But in all honesty, I’m loving getting to know you.

ALEX_HAPPY: I’d love a night in the hideaway but it might be a bit soon.

ALEX_HAPPY: Would appreciate the privacy though.

ALEX_HAPPY: Then Uma would have no choice but to laugh at my bad jokes.

UMA_IDLE: Or we could just sit in silence.

ALEX_HAPPY: Sounds like a challenge.

BRYSON_HAPPY: I mean we’ve already had a bit of fun together.

BRYSON_HAPPY: But I’m sure a night in the hideaway would be a game changer.

UMA_FLIRTY: Bryson! Spilling all our tea!

BRYSON_HAPPY: Like everyone doesn’t know already.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess it’s all to play for at the moment.

UMA_HAPPY: You’re right there.

UMA_HAPPY: Anyone could be heading into the hideaway.

UMA_HAPPY: I bet {0} wishes she was going in with {1}.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You think?

{0}_SURPRISED: Uma!

UMA_HAPPY: What? We can all see she still likes him.

{0}_IDLE: We don’t know anything.

{0}_IDLE: Either way, {1}’s eyes are on {2}.

{0}_HAPPY: If I were you, {1}, I’d just be thinking about you and {2}.

{0}_HAPPY: No point worrying about {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Noted…

PLAYER_HAPPY: Anyway, I’ll leave you two to your gossiping.

UMA_FLIRTY: See you later, {0}!

&Kitchen: Bonnie, {0}

You wander over to the kitchen as Bonnie and {0} are making a snack.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey guys.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Hey! We were just talking about you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You were?

{0}_FLIRTY: All good things, don’t you worry.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I was just telling {0} about the whole {1} situation.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Hope you don’t mind… but I think you’ve got nothing to worry about.

BONNIE_HAPPY: She’s got nothing on you. Isn’t that right, {0}?

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh for sure. {1}’s eggs are firmly in your basket.

{0}_HAPPY: He never stops going on about you.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Aww that’s so sweet. See, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: If you guys say so…

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Hey, I know that if I was coupled with you…

BONNIE_FLIRTY: My head wouldn’t be turning anywhere.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And definitely not towards {0}.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: You’re by far the hottest girl in here.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, are you two hoping to stay in the hideaway tonight?

Bonnie and {0} look at each other awkwardly.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, I certainly wouldn’t say no.

{0}_HAPPY: But I think it may be a bit wasted on us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why is that?

BONNIE_IDLE: I can’t speak for {0}...

BONNIE_IDLE: But there haven’t been major sparks between us.

{0}_IDLE: Who knows what could happen, we are still getting to know each other.

{0}_HAPPY: But no point rushing things just yet. We’re taking it slow.

BONNIE_HAPPY: For sure, but I love that.

{0}_HAPPY: Same!

{0}_HAPPY: I think if we ended up in the hideaway it may be more of a sleepover.

{0}_HAPPY: You never know they might have some board games in there.

BONNIE_HAPPY: We can only hope.

Bonnie leans in and whispers to you.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Though I’m sure the hideaway wouldn’t be wasted on you and I, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I guess we’ll have to wait and see who gets picked.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Fingers crossed.

She leans away again.

{0}_HAPPY: Talk about third wheeling!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Seems like you guys certainly aren’t married off anyway.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Keeping things open and honest.

BONNIE_HAPPY: We’re all here to find love after all.

{0}_HAPPY: Whoever that may be with.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I’ll leave you two to it then.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Catch you later, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: See you around.

&Beanbags: Summer, Joyo

Over at the beanbags you hear Summer and Joyo giggling away.

JOYO_FLIRTY: I have a few ideas…

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Now who's got the filthy mind!

JOYO_FLIRTY: What do you want to do in the hideaway then?

SUMMER_HAPPY: I’m not telling! You’ll have to wait and see.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What are we not telling?

SUMMER_HAPPY: Just chatting about hideaway plans.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Feeling confident then?

JOYO_HAPPY: Just manifesting the romance.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounded like a bit more than romance.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Tend to get carried away when manifesting.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds like you two are pretty keen to get in there.

SUMMER_HAPPY: The time feels right, you know?

JOYO_HAPPY: When you know, you know.

JOYO_HAPPY: And I’ve known ever since me and Summer got back to the villa.

JOYO_FLIRTY: I mean it’s hardly like we’ve been waiting around for the hideaway…

SUMMER_SURPRISED: Stop it you!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: But yeah, it would be nice to have some privacy to take things up a level.

JOYO_FLIRTY: Or a few levels.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I’m sure we’re not the only ones with grand hideaway plans.

SUMMER_HAPPY: What would you do if you got a night in there with {0}?

Have some fun

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we’d defo have some fun together.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Would be nice to have that time with him. I bet we’d get up to all sorts.

SUMMER_HAPPY: That’s my girl! Nice to know it wouldn’t be wasted on you guys.

Have a deep chat

PLAYER_IDLE: Probably just talk all night with {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Get deep and see who he really is. Explore things.

SUMMER_IDLE: Boring!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Whose got time to talk when there’s foot rubs to be had.

JOYO_HAPPY: Looks like I know how I’m spending my evening…

Get some shut eye

PLAYER_IDLE: Probably just get some shut eye.

PLAYER_IDLE: Would be nice to have our own space for the night.

SUMMER_IDLE: Boring!

SUMMER_HAPPY: If we get in there that eye mask is being used for anything but sleeping.

SUMMER_HAPPY: It’s not everyday that the hideaway is open after all.

SUMMER_HAPPY: No use wasting time.

SUMMER_IDLE: I saw that Daphne isn’t anyway.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you mean?

SUMMER_IDLE: Well you and {0} have only just twisted…

SUMMER_IDLE: And she’s already dancing all over him and pulling him for chats.

SUMMER_IDLE: That girl’s up to something I can tell.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re not the first to say.

JOYO_IDLE: Summer is being dramatic, {0}.

JOYO_IDLE: But I will say that what Raf and Daphne had before Casa Amor was pretty tight.

JOYO_IDLE: There were defo huge sparks flying.

JOYO_IDLE: Maybe that spark is still there between them?

We have a stronger connection

PLAYER_IDLE: What me and Raf have is way stronger.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Daphne is old news now, there isn’t anything between them.

JOYO_HAPPY: If you say so.

Maybe you’re right

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Maybe you’re right?

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know what they had before.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe it was stronger than our connection?

SUMMER_HAPPY: Even if it was, nothing’s stopping you from growing closer.

SUMMER_HAPPY: You’re still at the start of your journey.

I don’t care

PLAYER_IDLE: I couldn’t care less about Raf and Daphne to be honest.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m doing my own thing.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yes! That’s the attitude. You do you!

SUMMER_HAPPY: You turned his head in Casa Amor.

SUMMER_HAPPY: That was no accident!

SUMMER_HAPPY: If you keep up your flirt game then she’ll have no chance.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I’ll leave you to your flirt game now then.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Oh yeah! Where was I?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I believe you were talking about filthy minds…

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yes! See you around, {0}!

&SwingSeat: Rafael, Daphne

You find Rafael and Daphne chilling out on the swing seat.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Hey, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, you two are looking pretty cosy.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yeah, just hanging out like the pre-Casa days.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: It’s funny, it felt like so long while we were away.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: But now it’s like nothing’s changed. Same old Raf and Daph.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Me and Raf talked a lot last night about you two…

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Oh… And?

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: He explained that you turned his head momentarily.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Just like what happened to me with Cassius.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: And now we’ve both been tested.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: And we’ve come through it and we’re still together.

PLAYER_IDLE: You two have moved past it then?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Hundred percent.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: We’re better than before I think.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: You know what, you’re right. It feels even closer.

Daphne snuggles closer to Rafael.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Can’t get close enough if you ask me!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Alright love birds, enough of that!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Sorry, sometimes we forget we don’t have the villa to ourselves.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Hard to keep our hands off each other.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You must feel the same with {0}?

It’s impossible to resist

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It is hard to resist sometimes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nothing wrong with a bit of PDA.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Exactly, if people don’t like it I think they’re just jealous.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: So they should be!

We like to keep things private

PLAYER_HAPPY: I tend to prefer a bit of privacy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Not a big fan of PDA.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Ah, I just can’t wait for privacy.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Sometimes you just need a snuggle.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: All the time in your case.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: What’s wrong with that?

We’re not quite there

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think we are really there.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Fair enough, not every couple is tearing each other’s clothes off.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I meant to talk to you about that Daph, I’m running out of pants.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Good! Who needs them?

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I do!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Anyway, whoever ends up in the hideaway tonight is going to have all the privacy they need.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: I can’t lie, I’d love to go in there.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: Me too, after being together since the start and everything.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, it seems like everyone wants to.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: It just kinda feels like we are furthest along with our relationship though.

DAPHNE_IDLE: It’s such early days with everyone else, it seems too soon to say if they’ll work.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Do you think any of them aren’t clicking?

Bonnie and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure that Bonnie and {0} are going to work out.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sensing any chemistry between them.

DAPHNE_IDLE: I was going to say the exact same thing.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Yeah, always felt like an odd couple.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: I think she has her eye on a certain someone instead…

RAFAEL_EMBARRASSED: Who?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: {0} of course!

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Oh yeah, I’ve defo sensed a vibe.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We did get closer in Casa.

Uma and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think Uma and {0} are meant to be.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just not getting couple vibes from them.

DAPHNE_IDLE: Hmm, I think I know what you mean. There’s still hope for them.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Not the strongest couple though for sure.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Think we still hold that title.

Me and {0}

PLAYER_SAD: I don’t think me and {0} are clicking to be honest.

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: Really? I thought there was some serious chemistry with you two.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yeah, you and {0} seem like you could go the distance.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Though I know there might be something stronger between you and Bonnie…

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Oh yeah, I’ve defo caught that vibe too.

{0} and Evan

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} and Evan are going nowhere I think.

PLAYER_IDLE: She clearly has no interest in him.

DAPHNE_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, you can say that again.

DAPHNE_SAD: I feel bad for Evan. He seems like such a sweet guy.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Yeah, hopefully he finds the right person here.

You guys

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe you guys?

RAFAEL_SURPRISED: For real?

DAPHNE_SURPRISED: I wasn’t expecting that.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know. It’s still early days and you both seem so closed off.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Maybe it feels a bit fake?

DAPHNE_SAD: Well, I hadn’t thought of it that way before.

RAFAEL_SAD: It feels real to us.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just being honest.

DAPHNE_IDLE: Sure, appreciate the honesty I guess.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Anyway, I think you and {0} will definitely work out.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: If you want it to work out that is.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Yeah, and so you know, we noticed the games {0} was playing.

RAFAEL_IDLE: Not cool her moving in on {0} after twisting.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You know we’ll have your back if you ever need or want it.

DAPHNE_IDLE: She is my girl, but I don’t agree with everything she does.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, guys.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: And remember us if you win the challenge!

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: Yeah, we scratch your back…

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: You gift us with a night in the hideaway…

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, yeah whatever. I’ll see you guys later.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: Think about it, that’s all I’m saying.

You head off to find the others.

As the sun sets, you stroll past the poolside and {0} rushes over.

{0}_HAPPY: {1}! Hold up! Been looking all over for you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can’t have been looking that hard! I’ve just been out here.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah well, {1} wouldn’t let me leave.

{0}_HAPPY: Been wanting to come see you this whole time.

{0}_IDLE: Sorry about all this mess with {1}.

{0}_IDLE: It’s all out in the open and dealt with now, if that makes you feel better?

It’s all good

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s all good.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m glad you two could clear the air.

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks for being so chill about it, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s nice to know you trust me.

{0}_HAPPY: And now I can leave everything with {1} in the past.

I don’t feel better!

PLAYER_ANGRY: No, it doesn’t make me feel better, actually.

PLAYER_ANGRY: You’ve been off talking to her for ages!

PLAYER_ANGRY: Seems like you forgot all about me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I promise that’s not true. I was thinking about you the whole time.

{0}_IDLE: I just had to make sure she knew it was over for good.

{0}_HAPPY: You have to know that my head is totally with you.

{0}_HAPPY: And it’s not turning for anyone. Especially not her.

{0}_HAPPY: You’ve got nothing to worry about, I promise.

PLAYER_IDLE: What did she say then?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’m going to be totally honest with you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Right…

{0}_EMBARRASSED: She asked if we could go back to sharing a bed together.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What?!

{0}_SAD: I know, I know it sounds bad.

{0}_IDLE: But I said there was no way!

ALEX_IDLE: She got the message, there’s nothing to worry about.

BRYSON_HAPPY: I mean you can’t blame her for trying!

BRYSON_HAPPY: Sadly there isn’t enough Bryson to go around though.

BRYSON_HAPPY: But really, you don’t have to worry.

JOYO_IDLE: I mean I can’t change her feelings.

JOYO_HAPPY: All I know is that my feelings are with you.

JOYO_IDLE: So don’t worry about her.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: It’s all under control I promise.

RAFAEL_SAD: I mean she was really cut up about the whole thing and feels terrible.

RAFAEL_IDLE: I told her it’s fine, but things really are over between us.

RAFAEL_IDLE: So there’s nothing to worry about.

Well, I am worried!

PLAYER_ANGRY: I am worried though!

PLAYER_ANGRY: She clearly thinks there is something still between you two.

PLAYER_ANGRY: Otherwise why would she ask to stay in your bed?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: There is nothing between us though.

{0}_IDLE: I can’t control what she says. But she knows it’s over.

{0}_HAPPY: All I can do is promise that I’m committed to us.

{0}_HAPPY: It doesn’t change what we have.

I’m not worried

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s ok. I’m not worried.

PLAYER_HAPPY: She can shoot as many shots as she likes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Doesn’t change what we have.

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly!

{0}_HAPPY: I want to focus on the future now.

{0}_HAPPY: And if all goes well that future will be me and you in the hideaway tonight!

{0}_HAPPY: And we can finally get some time to ourselves.

{0}_HAPPY: How does that sound to you?

Before you can answer, your phone pings.

{0}_SURPRISED: Was that a text?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Yeah, it’s mine! It’s the results of the challenge!

The others come rushing over and circle the two of you.

UMA_HAPPY: Read it, quick!

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah! Who won?

LITEXT: Islanders, the results are in, the winner of the Making Waves challenge is {0}.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I won?

{0}_SERIOUS: You won?

{0}_HAPPY: You did it! Never doubted it.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Yeah I knew you’d win. You smashed it!

Your phone pings again.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’ve got another text!

LITEXT: {0}, as the winner of the Making Waves challenge, you can now choose who will get to spend the night in the hideaway. {1}ChooseWisely {2}LuckyCouple

PLAYER_HAPPY: Wow, talk about pressure.

{0}_HAPPY: The power is in your hands. You can pick anyone.

UMA_HAPPY: Except you shouldn’t pick anyone.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you mean?

UMA_HAPPY: You should go, {0}!

BONNIE_HAPPY: Uma is right, you did win the challenge after all.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I mean, I do really want to go in with Joyo.

SUMMER_HAPPY: But I think you deserve it, {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I mean, I do really want to go in with Raf.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: But I think you deserve it, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: You don’t have to pick yourself though.

{0}_IDLE: Not right now, {1}.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It has to be you, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, ok! If you insist.

UMA_FLIRTY: Question is who do you want to take with you?

You look at Bonnie. She has a cheeky glimmer in her eye.

Then at {0} who shoots you a devilish smile.

I choose {0}

PLAYER_HAPPY: It has to be {0}!

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait!

I choose Bonnie

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m going to go with Bonnie!

PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry, {0}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s ok, I understand.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And I can’t wait!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, {0}. Looks like me and you are spending a night in the hideaway!

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t wait!

LITEXT: Islanders, the results are in, the winner of the Making Waves challenge is {0}.

{0}_SURPRISED: I won?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, you did!

{0}_FLIRTY: No surprises there, you smashed it, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, this is a pleasant surprise!

{0}’s phone pings.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve got a text!

He reads it out.

LITEXT: {0}, as the winner of the Making Waves challenge, you can now choose who will get to spend the night in the hideaway. {1}ChooseWisely {2}LuckyCouple

{0}_HAPPY: It’s very tempting to be selfish!

{0}_HAPPY: If I’m honest I would love for me and {1} to go into the hideaway.

{0}_IDLE: But I know I’m not the only one wanting to get to know {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: So I’d like to give her the choice of who she goes into the hideaway with.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_HAPPY: It’s up to you. You deserve it.

You look at Bonnie, who has a cheeky glimmer in her eye.

Then at {0} who shoots you a charming smile.

I choose {0}

PLAYER_HAPPY: It has to be {0}!

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait!

I choose Bonnie

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m going to go with Bonnie!

PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry, {0}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: It’s ok, I understand.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And I cannot wait!

{0}_HAPPY: So that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m picking {1} and myself!

{0}_HAPPY: Not for me. But because {1} deserves it.

BONNIE_HAPPY: You both deserve it!

UMA_HAPPY: Yeah, good choice.

Your phone pings once again.

LITEXT: {0} and {1}, the hideaway is now open. Please make your way to the dressing rooms to get ready! {2}OpenForBusiness {3}AloneTime

UMA_HAPPY: It’s go time!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: We need to get you looking out of this world.

SUMMER_HAPPY: We need to get you looking out of this world.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Come on, {0}, let’s go!

{0}_FLIRTY: See you later, {1}!

You and the girls excitedly rush off to the dressing room.

You hurry into the dressing room to pick out your hideaway outfit.

UMA_HAPPY: Urgh, I’m so excited for you!

UMA_HAPPY: And a tad jealous…

PLAYER_HAPPY: You said I should go in.

UMA_HAPPY: I know, doesn’t mean I don’t want to though!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yes we’re all very jealous of {0}!

SUMMER_HAPPY: But there’s no time for chit chat.

SUMMER_HAPPY: The hideaway waits for no one!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yes we’re all very jealous of {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: But there’s no time for chit chat.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: The hideaway waits for no one!

{0}_IDLE: Would have liked it to wait for me…

{0}_IDLE: Is it too late to pick again?

UMA_SERIOUS: Yes.

UMA_HAPPY: This is {0}’s night!

PLAYER_HAPPY: And Bonnie’s!

BONNIE_HAPPY: I honestly can’t believe how excited I am!

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I’m going to get ready in the other room.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I want it to be a surprise when we see each other in the hideaway.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: See you soon, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: See you, Bonnie.

Bonnie blows you a kiss as she goes.

UMA_FLIRTY: So what’s it gonna be, {0}.

UMA_FLIRTY: Something absolutely stunning no doubt?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hmm, let me see.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about this?

UMA_HAPPY: Oh my days, {0} is gonna love that!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: You look out of this world!

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: You look incredible, {0}.

{0}_IDLE: I thought I couldn’t get any more jealous, so thanks for that.

*TRYOUTFIT*This is the look!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I love this!

UMA_HAPPY: It’s so hot!

UMA_FLIRTY: You are gonna steal the show, {0}.

I want to see other options

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I’ll just stick with this?

UMA_EMBARRASSED: Are you sure? It’s not everyday you get to go in the hideaway!

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Yeah! You have to look your best for all of us who can’t go in.

DAPHNE_FLIRTY: Yeah! You have to look your best for all of us who can’t go in.

UMA_FLIRTY: It’s the perfect opportunity to go extra.

I’ll give it another spin

UMA_HAPPY: It’s so gorgeous!

*TRYOUTFIT* This is it!

One more look

Maybe there’s something else I missed

I like this

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m just going to go with this.

UMA_HAPPY: To be fair you’d look beautiful in anything.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Looks like you’re ready to go.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Looks like you’re ready to go.

UMA_HAPPY: So, what are you waiting for? {0} awaits!

The girls hurry you out of the dressing room towards the hideaway…

You excitedly step into the hideaway.

Inside you find {0} laying on the bed.

{0}_FLIRTY: There you are.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How long have you been waiting there like that?

{0}_HAPPY: A little too long to admit.

You walk over to the bed and take a seat beside {0} who sits up next to you.

You take in the beautiful surroundings.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is so special.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I couldn’t think of a better person to share it with.

{0}_FLIRTY: Or a more gorgeous person for that matter.

{0}_FLIRTY: Your outfit is stunning.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Thanks, {0}.

{0}_FLIRTY: You took my breath away as you walked through those doors.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That was the plan…

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, then it worked beautifully.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t wait to have a night of just us.

{0}_IDLE: I hope we can put everything with {1} behind us.

{0}_HAPPY: And just focus on being together.

{0}_HAPPY: Can I confess something?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sure.

{0}_HAPPY: I had a dream that we ended up in the hideaway together.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really, what happened?

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, I can’t tell you. Otherwise it might not come true.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Pretty sure that’s wishes, not dreams.

{0}_FLIRTY: Either way! Let’s just say we had a lot of fun.

{0}_FLIRTY: I woke up feeling quite… hot.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Sounds like a nice dream.

{0}_FLIRTY: It was pretty adventurous. It involved a few tricks, shall we say.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh, really?

{0} jumps up with a big grin.

{0}_FLIRTY: We should have a look around.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve always wanted to see inside the famous hideaway.

You follow {0} and explore the hideaway together. Looking through the cupboards and drawers.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What are you hoping to find?

{0}_FLIRTY: Hmm, that would be telling.

{0} opens a drawer and grins.

{0}_FLIRTY: But this is better than I imagined.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What is it?

You move over to look in the drawer.

Inside is a large selection of items. There’s squirty cream, a feather tickler, a silk eye mask and a range of massage lotions.

{0}_FLIRTY: Looks like we’ve hit the jackpot.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: There is so much to choose from.

{0}_FLIRTY: What do you say? Wanna have fun with something from the box?

*Yes! Let’s do it

No, thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think so.

{0}_IDLE: Are you sure? Looks like some fun stuff in there.

{0}_FLIRTY: Who knows when we’ll get time to ourselves like this again?

{0}_FLIRTY: Are you sure you don’t want to have fun with the box?

*Alright, let’s do it!

I’m good, thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s just hang out, we don’t need the prop box.

{0}_HAPPY: No problem, we can make our own fun.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s make those dreams of yours come true!

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re amazing. I hope you know that.

You and {0} dive into the box. Selecting the perfect item.

{0}_FLIRTY: So, what’s lighting your fire in here?

The edible squirty cream

You take the squirty cream and give it a suggestive shake.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about a bit of dessert?

{0}_FLIRTY: All we need is the cherry on top.

Lick cream off {0}

You lay {0} down gently and squirt the cream onto their torso.

{0}_FLIRTY: Who ever said dreams don’t come true?

Your eyes meet as you gently and sensually lick the cream from their body.

The sensation sends goosebumps across {0}’s skin.

Closing their eyes with a beaming smile as you make sure not a drop is left behind.

Then, {0} looks at you with a mischievous glimmer in their eye, ready to take things further if you are.

Let {0} lick cream off you

You lay down slowly and squirt cream onto your neck.

{0}_FLIRTY: Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sweeter.

{0} lays beside you, you feel their breath on your neck as they lower themselves closer.

Then you feel {0}’s tongue sensually licking the cream from your neck.

Shivers of pleasure spread down your back and ripple across your skin.

Then {0} begins to kiss your neck. Before looking at you lustily, ready to take things further, if you want to.

The massage lotion

You take the massage oil from the box.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about this?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: My back has been feeling a little tight lately…

{0}_FLIRTY: My pleasure.

{0} takes the bottle and pours some oil into their hands.

You turn and lie on your front.

Being both firm and gentle, {0} rubs the oil into the small of your back.

Their hands move up, caressing your skin and relaxing every muscle, moving in a circular motion.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: This feels incredible.

You turn to face {0}, who looks deep into your eyes.

You can tell they are ready to take things further, if you want to.

The feather tickler

You retrieve the feather tickler from the box and wave it at {0} playfully.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about this?

{0} eye’s light up with excitement.

{0}_FLIRTY: Perfect.

{0} takes the feather and lays you back onto the bed.

Then you feel the feather gently caressing your skin, teasing and tickling every part of you.

You feel tingles of pleasure ignite all of you before taking the feather for yourself.

{0} lays back as you glide the feather from their feet to their neck.

They writhe on the bed as you tease them.

Before turning and looking deep into your eyes looking at you, ready to take things further if you are.

The silk mask

You reach in and retrieve a silky eye mask.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: They say being blindfolded heightens your other senses.

{0}_FLIRTY: There’s only one way to find out.

You gently slip the mask over {0}’s eyes.

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, I can’t see a thing.

{0} lies back slowly.

{0}_FLIRTY: I guess I’m completely at your will.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I love it. Ready for anything.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Seems that way.

{0} smiles, you sense they are ready to take things further, if you want to.

Laying together in the bed, {0} scooches closer.

{0}_FLIRTY: So, {1}. You’ve got me all to yourself.

RAFAEL_FLIRTY: I finally feel like I’m ready to do whatever you want.

{0}_FLIRTY: So how would you like to spend our night in the hideaway?

Go all the way

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want you too.

Pulling {0} close, you instantly feel the heat of their body.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Shall we use the squirty cream a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} lies back, allowing you to put more cream on their chest before licking it off.

Then you squirt more cream onto {0}’s navel.

{0} sighs with pleasure at the sensation of your tongue on their skin.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we use the massage oil a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

Pouring some oil onto your hands, you rub it over {0}’s torso.

Then, slowly you move your hands down.

{0} sighs with pleasure at the sensation of the oil on their skin.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we use the feather tickler a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} takes the feather and caresses your body.

Starting with your inner thigh, then across your tummy, until they are teasing your chest.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about you keep that mask on a little longer?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} lays back, awaiting your touch.

You kiss him softly, working your way down his neck to his chest.

He does the same, planting gentle kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

His hands stroke the small of your back, working his way down to slip off your underwear.

You follow his lead, slowly removing his underwear too.

Then you are both gripped in passion, your bodies wrapped around each other in the heat of the moment.

You pull him closer still, rolling together beneath the sheets. His hands exploring every part of you.

Then he moves down your body with a trail of kisses until you feel his hands around your waist.

You run your hands through his hair as he sends shivers of pleasure down your legs to your toes.

Before working his way back up to you. You roll on top of him, taking control, using his pecs for support.

He pulls you close and you can feel his breath quicken on your neck as you both reach a blissful crescendo of pleasure.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was magic.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It really was!

You scooch closer to {0} and hold him in an intimate embrace.

You kiss her softly, working your way down her neck and across her chest.

She does the same, planting gentle kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

Her hands stroke the small of your back, working her way down to slip off your underwear.

You follow her lead, slowly removing her underwear too.

Then you are both gripped in passion, your bodies wrapped around each other in the heat of the moment.

You pull her closer still, rolling together beneath the sheets. Her hands exploring every part of you.

You feel them caressing your lower back then moving further down to reach the perfect spot.

Then she moves down your body with a trail of kisses until you feel her hands around your waist and her tongue working its magic.

You run your hands through her hair as she sends shivers of pleasure down your legs to your toes.

Your breath quickens as you reach a blissful crescendo of pleasure and collapse into each other's arms.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was magic.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It really was!

You scooch closer to {0} and hold her in an intimate embrace.

Do bits

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want you too.

Pulling {0} close, you instantly feel the heat of their body.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Shall we use the squirty cream a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} lies back, allowing you to put more cream on their chest before licking it off.

Then you squirt more cream onto {0}’s navel.

{0} sighs with pleasure at the sensation of your tongue on their skin.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we use the massage oil a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

Pouring some oil onto your hands, you rub it over {0}’s torso.

Then, slowly you move your hands down.

{0} sighs with pleasure at the sensation of the oil on their skin.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we use the feather tickler a little more?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} takes the feather and caresses your body.

Starting with your inner thigh, then across your tummy, until they are teasing your chest.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about you keep that mask on a little longer?

{0}_FLIRTY: How could I say no?

{0} lays back, awaiting your touch.

You kiss him softly, working your way down his neck to his chest.

He does the same, planting gentle kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

His hands stroke the small of your back, working his way down to slip off your underwear.

You follow his lead, slowly removing his underwear too.

You are both gripped in passion, your bodies wrapped around each other in the heat of the moment.

You pull him closer still, rolling together beneath the sheets. His hands exploring every part of you.

Then he moves down your body with a trail of kisses until you feel his hands around your waist.

You run your hands through his hair as he sends shivers of pleasure down your legs to your toes. He knows what he’s doing.

Your breath quickens as he brings you closer to him and you reach a blissful crescendo of pleasure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Woah.

You scooch into {0}’s arms in an intimate embrace.

You kiss her softly, working your way down her neck and across her chest.

She does the same, planting gentle kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

Her hands stroke the small of your back, working her way down to slip off your underwear.

You follow her lead, slowly removing her underwear too.

You are both gripped in passion, your bodies wrapped around each other in the heat of the moment.

You pull her closer still, rolling together beneath the sheets. Her hands exploring every part of you.

You both lower your hands to find each other’s perfect spot.

She kisses your neck as you caress each other, you moans of pleasure combining in harmony.

Your breath quickens as you both reach a blissful crescendo of pleasure and collapse into each other's arms.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was perfect.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It really was!

You scooch closer to {0} in an intimate embrace.

Cuddle

You scooch in close to {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: How about we just cuddle?

{0}_HAPPY: You know what, that sounds perfect.

{0} wraps their arms around you, holding you tight.

You shuffle onto your sides to spoon each other, as you pull the covers up over your bodies.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is way better than my dream.

Go to sleep

You get cosy in the bed beside {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: I actually think I might call it a night.

{0}_HAPPY: Fair enough, it’s been a long day.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m just happy we got to spend this time together.

You settle down and close your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

You open your eyes, snuggled up close to {0}.

A ping from your phone shocks you both wide awake.

{0}_HAPPY: A text already? I’ve barely opened my eyes!

{0}_IDLE: What does it say?

LITEXT: Wakey wakey, it’s time to rise and shine as two new Islanders are on their way to the villa. Please get ready to welcome our bombshells Vicky and Travis! {0}Newbies {1}DoubleBombshell

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Two new Islanders?!

{0}_SURPRISED: This is going to be interesting…

NARRATOR: Nothing spoils the morning’s glory like two strangers walking in on you! That’s right, two new Islanders are about to grace us with their presence. But will their graft be a spanner in the works for {0}’s coupling? Find out next time on Love Island!

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