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desswright29 · 1 year

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Calm Before The Storm

Pairing: Shuri Udaku/ Reader/ Riri Williams

Contains: Angst, Fluff, Jealousy

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: There are easter eggs all over this chapter. If you don’t read this one you’re probably gonna be hella lost for the rest of the story lol. Enjoy!

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Shuri stood at the office door rebuttoning her shirt. Riri watched her distraught, eyes glassed over “Wow Shuri. What the fuck.” The pain was apparent in her voice. Shuri rubbed a hand down her face making her way over to her. “Don’t do that Ri. What would you have had me do?” Riri scoffed. “Well first I would’ve had you at the very least close the door, but not fucking her at all would’ve sufficed.” She says clearly pissed. “Ri, we’re not in a relationship. She’s my wife. And I mean…“ Shuri’s eyebrows raised and she licked her bottom lip followed by a seductive bite. “You saw her.” Riri snorted. “You gotta be fucking kidding me Shuri! If she’s so fucking amaaaaazing why am I here!” Eyes began to look in their direction. Figuring they were about to get yet another show.

“MIND YOUR BUSINESS! Get back to Work!!” Shuri yells, and everyone scatters. She focus’s her attention back to Riri “First off lower your voice. And this thing we have wasn’t what I was aiming for Ri! I love my wife. Why do you think I haven’t had sex with you again? It was never supposed to get here. My minds all fucked up. I enjoy your company. I do. But this is complicated. Me and Y/n’s relationship was just strained after….After the-the baby situation, she shut me out for awhile… and then I lost T’Challa, the war with Talokan and loosing my mother *frustrated sigh* We just never got the chance to really talk and heal, and I-I’m confused Riri. From the moment I laid eyes on you things felt different. I was impressed with you before meeting you, but after, you made one hell of an impression on me. You were a breath of fresh air, and I thought it was what I needed; something new. But I’d neglected my wife out of frustration, with things neither of us could control. And I’m realizing I made a stupid mistake. She’s been through alot with me.” Riri drops the welder and walks over to Shuri. “And I’ve fought a war with you!”

“And she was there for the battles Ri! I would’ve never placed her in the position to fight a war. She is my Queen.” Riri’s eyes grew big and mouth fell open as a tear fell. Shuri had said it without wavering. She didn’t blink, nor did she stutter. “You had to have known this was a possibility. You knew I was married.” She’d meant what she’d said. She loved her wife. “So that’s all it takes. You just need to be fucked good and suddenly it’s all clear for you again?” Riri approached Shuri, pushing her down onto a nearby chair. Riri straddled Shuri’s thigh. “You need to hear what my moans sound like again? Want me to make you scream my name this time.” She starts to move. “Hm?”

“Ri” Shuri Whispered, as she looked around making sure there wasn’t any eyes on them. Riri moaned Shuri’s name in response as she ground her hips harder onto Shuri. Shuri grabbed Riri’s hips stopping her. “Stop it Ri. Don’t embarrass yourself.” Riri let out a shocked gasp. “EMBARRASS MYSE-!” Shuri held up her hand to silence her. “I’m going to head home. I just need a moment to myself to think.” Shuri lifted Riri off of her lap and stood. Giving her a peck on the forehead. She walked away leaving Riri holding back tears.

“YOU DID WHAT!!” Tolu yelled, eyes as big as saucers. “I fucked her in the office with the door open, so that bitch could hear! And anybody else that was thinking about it. I feel damn good too! You should’ve saw the look on her face. Oh! And Shuri *more laughter* when she saw the door was opened the whole time, you could’ve knocked her over with a feather!” You laughed, you felt like you were floating. Liberated and unbothered. You did what needed to be done and there was not an ounce of regret in you. After leaving the lab you called Tolu and made plans for lunch, gone home to freshen up and changed into a slightly less sexy sundress. Still worthy of turning heads. You were feeling unstoppable and didn’t plan to take your foot off the people’s neck anytime soon. Leaving your kimoyo beads at home, you headed out with your girl. “You are insane!” Tolu laughed. The both of you were in the middle of a privately catered lunch in Tolu’s waterfront Villa.

“Girl, you know I don’t play games about my Shuri. Me and Shuri may have been going through some things but the audacity of her to think she was going to swoop in and save the day in MY palace! Ndicela! (Please)” Tolu shook her head and smiling. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Suddenly her face changed a bit more somber. “So…Do you think that she was completely unfaithful to you?” Sighing you shrugged. “I try not to think about it. If she had. Can I really fault her? We’ve lost so much. And gained so much reponsibility all at once. I checked out after T’Challa and the whole pregnancy debacle. Neither of us signed up for all of this. But, I left her hanging in the middle of it all.”

“You were hurting too.”

“She lost her family.”

“You found out you couldn’t conceive a child. You’d lost hope of having children. That was something you both spoke of often when we were younger. That’s hard to come to terms with.”

“We lost OUR hope of having children. We didn’t even get to process it before T’Challa was gone. We were slowly getting back on track and even began treatments for me and started trying again before the war. But, we still weren’t the same. And then Queen mother was gone.” An involuntary tear fell from your eye as you continued. “I know what I did today was extreme but, I had to do something Tolu! This girl comes in and they have so much in common. Shuri’s spending less time at home, Riri even made her smile again. I’m sure she can have babies and do Shuri’s invention some justice, since Shuri can’t carry due to her duties as Black Panther. It’s all I could think about. Our home had this dark cloud over it you know. I felt like a useless infertile, out of practice herbalist that was a waste of space, and I couldn’t help but think Shuri felt the same.” Tolu reached across the table grabbing your hands in hers.

“Oh y/n. That’s the stupidest shit you’ve ever said. Neither of you had experienced grief before. And to experience it so heavily and so repetitively, at that extent for the first time would be difficult for anyone! You didn’t know what to do or how to be there for eachother. And both of you handled things in some unhealthy ways. But you and Shuri have a love people would kill for. Don’t let any situation, or any person take it away from you.” You sniff, wipe away a tear, and smile “I’ll be damned.” Tolu returned your smile. “That’s my girl!! Don’t let up off that hoe!” You both laugh over the somber mood. “Let’s finish eating and go SHOPPING!!”

Today was a great day. You and Tolu stayed out shopping and enjoying the city all day, until sunset. Now, you walked through the halls of the palace a smile set on your face, you feeling more optimistic than you’d felt in a long time. Now with an extra sway in your hips you were ready to get to the comfort of your home, and most importantly to your wife. “Y/n!” You hear a voice shout behind you. Stopped in your tracks your smile drops as you slowly bite the insides of your cheeks. When you turn around you’re met with none other than Riri walking out of her room towards you. Her face filled with determination. “Your highness will do just fine. Ms. Williams. We are not friends. So, how can I be of service?”

“Well I never intended to be your friend. So, since you cuttin’ to the chase I guess I will too. I know what you were trying to pull in the lab today.” A slow smile spread across your face followed by an amused chuckle cocking your head to the side, and raising a brow. “Humor me dear.” Riri steps closer to you with a roll of her eyes. “I know you know that Shuri is falling for me. And I’ve fallen for her too. So you poping up and making your indecent little scene won’t stop what me and Shuri have. Obviously you’re intimidated or you wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of embarrassing yourself.” You let out a pretty little giggle.

“Oh! My little show really did a number on you huh little one. Me fucking MY WIFE, wherever I want and however loud I choose, could hardly qualify as embarrassing. Now your position however *fake empathetic smile* it’s downright sad.” Stepping forward and leaning in closer to be sure she heard every word, you continued. “Listening to someone you’ve developed forbidden feelings for get rode like a horse and you can’t say a thing. Ugh! Miserable is what that sounds! It was ssss what do the French call it….magnifique. *biting your lip at the thought* But, you know that. You heard it. *another giggle* You must not be doing a very good job with whatever it is you’re trying to do for her. But that’s ok. Mama’s back on the job. Your services are no longer needed whore. And I suggest you steer clear of any unwork-related access to my wife, or I swear to my ancestors I will throw you to the wolves and they will never find your remains.”

You were in her face now. Eyes never leaving hers making it clear that there was nothing but promise in the words you’d just spoken. Riri reciprocated the energy. “I fought with her, and I’ll fight for her.” Your eyes darkened, a scowl twisting your face. “Obviously you’re a bold little bitch. So let me swoop down to your level Ms. America, so there’s no room for misinterpretation. All of this you see. Everything the light touches in this muthafucka is MY SHIT. That genius, Royal, juicy pussy that’s sitting in our luxurious home right now is MINE. You’re only hear because I haven’t made any noise about it. And For some unknown reason I’ve been cordial with you. But that shit is over. Since you’re so dead set in challenging a Queen for her wife’s hand I’ll humor you.” You take a few steps back as Riri’s nose flared and her breathing becam choppy with anger. “And I wish you the best of luck Ms. Williams.” Turning on your heels you strut away. Giving her your ass to kiss.

Walking into your home, The smell of cooked food and candles hit your nose. The lights were turned low and music played softly throughout the space. Closing the door you walk into your living room about to call out to your wife, until a shadow on the couch caught your eye. There she sat in the dark, manspread, leaned back, head facing the ceiling. “Shuri?” You whisper.

Shuri began to speak her voice raspy with tears. “I left the lab soon after you left sthandwa. I came home, and you weren’t here. So, I figured you were with Tolu. I decided I wanted to do something special for you. I picked up flowers, and a few things to prepare your favorite meal. I was so excited. It felt good. Like we used to feel before everything spiraled. You remember us? Anyway, when I got home I tried to call you to see what time you’d be back. *a wet exhale* and I heard your kimoyo beads chime upstairs. I went up to our room and saw them on the nightstand. And I panicked. I thought you left me. It scared the shit out of me y/n.” Shuri finally lifted her head and stood to her feet walking toward you. You’re wife was so handsomely beautiful candle light glowing against her face perfectly, even with the remnants of tears on her face. With everything you’d been through she still gave you butterflies. “I don’t want to loose you. I can’t do life without you, and I’m sorry if my actions have suggested that I could. I’ve been fucking stupid lately. I-I didn-“

You cut her off with a passionate kiss. Wrapping your arms around her neck, as her hands snaked around your waist. Holding onto eachother as though you were long lost lovers. Kissing as though you’d been worlds apart. You pulled away from her lips, blunt nails stroking the nape of her neck. “I’ve missed you Sithandwa sam esimnandi (my sweet love)” you say to her. “Nam bendikukhumbula (I’ve missed you too)” Shuri reconnected your lips as your hands made there way up into her curls. Backing you into the nearest wall, she kisses down your neck. You let out a moan. This felt so good. Your heart soared with happiness. Finally, your wife was back. “That was some sexy shit you pulled today” You could feel the smirk on her lips as she continued kissing your neck. You laughed loudly, blushing from the memory. “Don’t be shy now sthandwa. You were throwing that shit earlier.”

“Oh my Bast! Stop Shuriii!!” She laughed. “Alright, But Mamela kum (listen to me).” Pulling away from your neck she looks you in your eyes. Her arms held your waist tighter.“We’re back. It’s you and me against the world. You’re my Queen. If anything happens we come to eachother for comfort. Don’t shut me out, and I won’t shut you out. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, your highness.” Smiling she pecks your lips once again. “Good, now let me cater to you umfazi (wife). We can’t eat. Watch movies, I’ll bathe you, and maybe I can get an encore.” Her brow raises and you hit her arm. “You’re so nasty.” You laugh. “Me?” She says placing her hand on her chest at the audacity. “I’ll tell you what? Make the night great and I’ll make you give me a standing ovation later.” You lean up and lick a stripe against her lips. “Fuck that food. Come here.” She throws you over her shoulder. “ Stop Shuri! No!” You laugh, grateful to have your wife back.

Riri sat in the darkness of the room, in the center of her bed. She’d hacked into Shuri’s Kimoyo beads allowing them to connect to hers a while back, and now she sat listening. Imagining Shuri taking care of her the way she took care of you. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her jaw clenched in anger. It should be her. You didn’t get her the way she did. Ok, so you looked good and were a good fuck. But what else? Shuri is confused. She doesn’t know what she wants or needs.

“I’m gonna show her.”

So Who’s Gonna go Half Crazy?

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idekdani · 1 year

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What you know bout love?

Earth 42 Miles x Black gn reader

Warnings: Story is black-coded. You can read to fit your being. Use of N-word, Slight cursing, use of the nicknames: mi amor, mi vida, pa

Word count: 509

Dark purple-Miles/Pink-Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading. It’s my first post and I’m looking forward to making more<3

You could feel him analyzing almost every inch of your body. His eyes taking in the sight of your melanated skin glistening in the moonlight that peeked through his curtains. Counting every breath you took and how many times your heart beat within a minute. “You been starin for a minute. What’s wrong pa?” Picking your head up off his chest coming face to face with him. Tapping your back signaling you to move up he continues staring for a few moments. “Nothings wrong mi amor, everything’s…perfect. Just thinking.” “You thinkin bout another girl while you wit me Morales” You let out a gasp feigning surprise. Failing to fight off the grin forming at his deadpan expression you burst into a fit of laughter. “You not funny [Name], don’t play wimme”. “Whatever nigga. Shit was funny asf” you grip your side as your laughter becomes painful .He sits up, taking in your appearance before he placed his hands on your hips, a look of adoration gracing his face. “You know what’s crazy?” A simple question. Yet at the same time one with so many answers, especially when it comes to anything in this world. “Hmmmmm, is it me?” He lets out a chuckle at your response looking deep into your eyes as if you were glass and he could see right through you. Every ounce of love and admiration you held for him laid out right there. “Well yeah of course, but I’m talking about the fact that My whole life has changed since you came in.” His sudden confession taking you by surprise and leaving you struggling for a response. Rather than waiting for you to respond Miles continues squeezing your hand to ensure sure you were still with him. “That day when you came over to my house after you heard my dad died. I heard you begging my mom to let you in even after I had been ignoring your calls and stopped leaving the house. I had told her to tell you I wasn’t there but you insisted on waiting for me until I got back. Even after I told you I don’t wanna talk to anybody you held my hand and said- that’s fine, we don’t have to talk but I’m not leaving you alone. Remembering the exact day he was talking about you took it upon yourself to finish his sentence. Gently returning his earlier gesture you looked at him but this time you saw something different. You saw a once broken soul finally healing. Resting your hand on his cheek you allowed him to continue “That’s when I realized it. I knew back then, you were that special one. And ever since then I’ve been absolutely obsessed with you amor.” He takes a deep breath leaning his head against yours, noses almost touching. “Anytime anyone asks me how I feel about you the response is always gonna be the same mi vida” finishing off his sentence he kisses your lips and hugs you tightly.

“I’m so in love, so deep in love”

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roeroe-world · 10 months

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her noah, his wiz.

starring: aka roxxie as yaya, method man as cassius

set in 1997.

warning: use of drugs and alcohol, profane language, detailed smut, adult situations, very long and lengthy scene ahead

The beauty of a black woman is unlike any other. Graced in different shades and sizes. Ebony skin crafted perfectly in the hands of God. Their creativity is unmatched. Trendsetters to the absolute max.

We’ve all heard the saying the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice… well, it’s absolutely true. Cassius is just one of many black men whom held the proof.

His woman, Yaya, is the perfect shade of brown. A true melanated queen, a head adorned with a crown. Whatever he wanted, she was down.

No-one could replace his girl. She’s his earth, his sun, the one. Yaya is his one and only true love, truly irreplaceable. They’ve had their ups and downs but still no other bitch could replace her.

“Aye, shorty? I’m home.” Cassius enters their home, after a long day of hustling and doing what he had to do to provide for his woman. He always made sure to make it home in one piece, never wanting his woman to worry about his whereabouts although she always did.

“I’m in here, baby!” Her sweet, Trinidadian and Queens accent meets his eardrums.

A familiar aroma exiting the kitchen invades his nostrils, he rubs his hands together, knowing whatever she cooked would be bomb. More than likely, she was cooking up a Caribbean dish.

Upon entering their spacious kitchen, the sight of his woman rocking blonde tresses nearly made him drool. She must’ve got her hair done today. He loves bright colors on her because it compliments her skin tone so well.

His shorty could rock braids, curls, a mullet, Bantu knots, anything, and she’d still look good. Yaya happened to be versatile with her looks which he adores. She wasn’t a basic bitch and she’s far from average.

The ebony woman stood unapologetically in her skin tone, a frame shaped like an hourglass, and a phat ass. In his eyes, nobody is on her level— not even actress, Halle Berry.

“Damn, who you looking this good for?” He envelopes his arms around her tiny frame, a firm grip on her plump bottom as his head dips into the crook of her neck. His pink lips planting sensual kisses along her soft skin.

His infamous scent of expensive cologne and weed dancing within her nostrils, making her feel right at home.

“You. As always.” She giggles, caressing his clothed back. “How was your day?”

“Same ‘ol shit.”

Yaya didn’t question him any further. She knew he was doing his thing in the streets.

Cassius slightly backs away to give her space to open the oven door, leaning against the island and scanning her frame closely through his Versace glasses. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“So… Radiah and I went by Saks today and they had these fly ass high-heel boots. Baby, you should’ve saw ‘em— I mean, they had the cheetah print fur and leather.” Amongst opening the oven door, she sits the dish onto the table and removes the mittens off of her dainty manicured hands. “Then there was this purse. I think it was Prada or Dolce Gabbana. Bad.”

Reaching into the pocket of his baggy leather jacket, “How much money you need to go shopping?”

A bright smile creeps upon her glossy lips as she holds up her hand, showcasing the exact amount she wanted. Her dainty hand bending largely into the air.

Without a hesitation, Cassius chuckles, “I got you, baby.” He counts his cash and hands his woman a wad of money without wasting any time. Money isn’t a thing when it comes to spoiling his girl.

His wiz deserves the finer things in life.

“You always got me, baby.” She plants a loving kiss amongst his pink lips. Ain’t no nigga like the one she got.

1995. 1995 was the year, Cassius and Yaya first laid their dark brown orbs onto one another at Biggie’s concert. It was lust at first sight. A pretty face and a phat ass left him mesmerized but her aura left him hypnotized. Of course, she liked his roughneck look and thought he had it going on.

“What’s good, beautiful? I’m Cassius.” The brown dyed finger waves eccentuated her facial features. Her wine, red dress hugged her small figure as well as a pair of Jordan’s adorning her small feet.

He searched through the crowd to approach her, no longer focusing on the fact that one of his favorite rappers was performing on stage. Cassius was determined to talk to her, despite the rowdiness and ruckus occurring around them.

His hand outward for her to shake it which she does, scanning his being. His hair happened to be in a wild fro, dressed in baggy clothing and a fresh pair of Nikes. “Hello, Cassius. The name’s Yaya.” She definitely enjoyed the sight in front of her. “I’m guessing you want my number.”

Her accent caught him a bit off guard but instead he just grins, saying, “Yeah. If that’s cool with you.” She returns the grin, a grin that indicated that she was fucking with him.

For the rest of the show, they kicked it and remained in touch.

Despite the urges to want to pounce on him the moment they were finally alone for the first time, she made him work for it. Honestly, he loved every moment of it. ‘Cause it was worth it in the end. She’s worth it.

Here they were in 1997, still going strong. Cassius had been nothing short from a real nigga from the get go, fulfilling his promise to give her the world as he did. He treats her like a queen while keeping her laced in the finer things.

Despite possessing her own hard earned money, she has a man who could provide. A man whom she loves from his head to his toes. Who she’d ride for at any given moment.

He peers downward in her direction, grabbing a hold of Yaya’s left hand which held a large diamond rock on her fourth finger and intertwining their fingers, “Shit. I can’t wait to marry you.” The two staring onto one another passionately.

At times, she would often stare at her engagement ring, wondering if it was real or not. The stunning nine carat emerald cut diamond band adorned her left hand for the past four months.

New York City, it was pouring rain. The couple were enjoying their dinner at a popular luxurious restaurant in the city. Suddenly, their conversation transitioned into a heart to heart, expressing to one another how appreciative they were. But Cassius had more planned.

The palm of their hands connected as his thumb caressed the top of her hand, his raspy New York accent flowing within her eardrums. Their eyes never tearing away from one another.

“When you met me I ain’t have nothing and you didn’t have to fuck with me. But you did— no matter how much of a fucking handful I was. I wasn’t easy to deal with yet you remained solid. You stayed down, held a nigga down and helped mold me into the man I am today like no other woman could. You never folded when shit got tough and for that I ain’t got nothing but love and respect for you…”

He spoke truthfully, scanning her facial features and taking in her beauty. “Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with you or replacing what you did. You keep it real. You all I ever wanted in a woman.” Cassius meant every single word. “We got history, shorty and knowing that—” The male reaches into his pocket and bends on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Instantaneously, her eyes bulged out of her head and she hops out of her seat without a hesitation. “Yes, Cassius, I’ll marry you!” Yaya’s high jet black ponytail bounced as she hops up and down in excitement similar to a child, smiling brightly.

A heartwarming grin amongst his pink lips, he slides the ring onto her finger and the moment he began to stand, she jumps into his arms. Their lips connecting passionately as if they were the only individuals in the establishment.

Yet, they had an entire audience, clapping and making sounds of approval for the couple.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” Their lips connect yet again. “You hungry?” She began to make him a plate.

“Hell yeah.” He wastes no time responding, his arms enveloping her waist as he watched her.

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The couple hopped out of Cassius’ Mercedes Benz, strolling hand in hand into the large home. Cassius’ homeboy, Derek, lived it up and hosted lavish parties. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about the white people in his neighborhood.

They could call five-o on him at any moment yet he still could care less. It’s his house and he pays the bills, no-one could tell him what to do with his household. He continued to throw parties damn near every weekend. His house is big enough.

“Aye, what’s good, Cee?!” He greets his childhood friend, their hands clapping together while bringing one another in to clap the other’s back. “Ain’t shit. This piece jumpin’.” Cassius glances around the packed mansion, slightly nodding and rapping along to the music.

“Hey, Yaya. You look good.” Derek embraces the young woman into a friendly hug which she returns. “Hi, Derek.” He so happened to be one of the few of Cassius’ friends she actually liked.

Rap music played loudly, smoke clouded the house and women were everywhere. Mobb Deep’s Quiet Storm Remix featuring Lil Kim blared throughout the speakers. It was live, for sure. Cassius and Yaya found themselves indulging in just a few drinks— more so Yaya, dancing together.

One thing about Yaya is she was going to have a drink or two or even three. She likes to drink and was already about to gulp down her fourth one.

Meanwhile, Cassius was on his third blunt of the day and only had one drink. He isn’t much of a drinker like Yaya happens to be. The only difference is he could function properly when intoxicated, she couldn’t. His baby is lightweight.

A lit blunt sat in between the male’s index and middle finger, shaking his head, “Aht, no more drinks for you, Yaya.” He garners the red cup from her hold and sits it onto a nearby table earning a pout. She couldn’t handle her liquor especially when she’s had too much to drink.

Irrational isn’t even the word to describe how she acted when often intoxicated. He didn’t like when she would drink, he never could.

“You are not my damn daddy.” Childishly, crossing her arms, Cassius doesn’t pay her actions any mind.

The smoke between his lips blows into her face carelessly, hitting her nostrils and eventually her blood stream. She’s not much of a smoker, opposed to Cassius. Though with the amount of smoke clouding her, she was already high as a kite and drunk.

His arms are lifted above his head, his tall frame swaying side to side, singing along to 112’s Cupid. Low red eyeballs piercing downward into hers as he sung the lyrics to the woman. “…And when I tell you I need you. Don’t you think that I’ll never be there, oooh,” It was so off key that the beauty found herself laughing. Her mood immediately shifting, giving into his antics.

Suddenly, she envelopes her arms around his neck and the couple began to sing off key together, even messing up a few of the lyrics along the way.

“True love won’t lie but you won’t know unless you give it try, give it try…” They sang in unison, cracking up at themselves for finishing the note terribly. “I’d rather die before I— before I lie to you,” Yaya’s other free hand swayed side to side while the other remained around his neck. “Never wanna leave, never wanna go, ah oooh— no, no, no, no, nooo, no ohh…”

Their failed attempt to hit the high note results in their laughter to double over. The woman pushes his face away playfully, claiming, “You fuckin’ up my song, nigga.” A mug present amongst her canvas.

Tossing his head backward, chuckling, his head lifts upward yet again as his tongue drags across his pink lips. “You not exactly a Mariah or a Whitney. Shit, you not even a Brandy, shorty.” She gasps in response at the insult, her stomach hurting from the amount of laughing she’d been doing all night.

“Fuck you.” The woman laughs uncontrollably.

Grinning goofily, Cassius forced his fiancée into his embrace and palms her backside. His head dipping into the crook of her neck to plant small pecks upon her skin, inhaling her sweet expensive perfume. He loves him some Yaya.

He enjoyed days like these ‘cause they weren’t always like this.

At times, they would beef for no reason. Yaya tends to get her moods and so does Cassius. They both collectively possess attitudes out of this world and at times their fights could be brutal, harsh. So it was important that the couple basked in the calmness and peacefulness, living in the moment.

They’re still very young individuals, trying to figure themselves and this thing called life out. In the midst of healing from childhood trauma, trying their absolute best to break generational curses. Not wanting to follow the same mistakes their parents made.

Though, at times, it could be unavoidable.

“Yo, Cee, let me whoop yo’ ass in pool.” That familiar raspy New York accent makes her roll her eyes. Exodus.

Cassius’ body no longer on hers and his attention averting to his homeboy, kissing his teeth playfully. “My bad for breaking up y’all little love session.” Exodus’ and Yaya’s eyes meet for a split second the moment she turns, looking him up and down quickly. “You don’t mind if I steal your cheatin’ ass nigga real quick to beat him in pool?” Despite her growing upset, she nods in approval anyways.

“Yeah, no. I don’t mind.” She and Cassius were enjoying their time together until he barged in for a game of fucking pool. Pathetic.

Chuckling, Cassius sends a loving peck to his woman’s lips, “I’ll be back, shorty.” Before leaving, his hand taps her plump backside that sat perfectly in her leather pants. “Nigga, I won that game fair and square. You just a sore loser. Fuck outta here— drinking fourties’ like it’s still the eighties or some shit.” He jokes on his friend while shoving him, the pair walking away alongside one another.

While her fiancé was gone, she decided to have another drink then came another one. As much as she was drinking, she had to use the bathroom. Upon completing what she needed to do, she found herself staring at herself in the mirror.

There she stood. Face made up to perfection with the compliments of MAC and Chanel. Expensive blonde tresses falling just below her backside. A long sleeved shirt that read Moschino in red and white letters. A pair of dark red leather pants crafted perfectly by well-known brand, Versace. As well as a pair of black heeled Chanel boots.

Her ears adorned in diamond earrings that read ‘C’ as well as an iced out chain sitting upon her breasts that spelled out her fiance’s name. Lifting her manicured left hand, the diamond band stares right back at her.

Honestly, Yaya couldn’t believe her life, at times. She’s had her fair share of boyfriends yet none of them amounted to her Cassius. Her noah.

She was with him when he had nothing, still trying to scrape and figure his finances out. Now they were living lavish, money was no longer an issue. Yaya could go shopping whenever she pleased; closet filled with designer bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry.

He promised her the world and everything in it, fulfilling every promise he made.

Despite how well he treated her and kept her looking nice, it can all grow quite overwhelming. Yaya wasn’t used to having nice things especially during her childhood.

She was born to an alcoholic mother and a crack fiend of a father whom sold their belongings for their own personal gain and habits. At times, she had to fend for herself, so it was really rough growing up.

Retail therapy became her best-friend now that she has the funds. But it wasn’t always that way. During her teenage years, alcohol became a friend of hers. That habit hadn’t seem to die since then.

Stumbling out of the spacious bathroom, she heads for the stairs while holding onto the ledge as much as she could. Her current state earned a few stares yet she continues on her way to the pool room.

Individuals surrounded the pool table, engulfed in the sight of Cassius and Exodus have a showdown. She joins the crowd, smiling slightly. Their game of pool seemed to be growing intense as Exodus threw a wad of cash onto the table, shouting, “Put your fuckin’ money where your mouth is, mothafucka.” A grin amongst his two-toned lips.

“You tryna play me again after I done beat yo’ ass for what the… second time?” He speaks arrogantly, popping his nonexistent collar several times.

Arrogance pouring over his fresh tall frame as he daps up a few individuals surrounding him. As he does so, Yaya couldn’t help to notice a trio of females standing behind him and cheering him on loudly. She didn’t like that shit, at all.

She wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover but they looked like hoes, dressed in the tightest and shortest outfits as if they didn’t live in New York and feel the 50 degree windy weather outside. They were definitely looking for the wrong attention, from the wrong person.

“What, nigga? Scared Im’ma beat you this time?” Exodus smirks.

“You know what? X wants the fuckin’ heat, Im’ma bring the fuckin’ heat. Let me spank that ass one good, last time.” Upon finishing his cocky comment, one of three women from the trio struts closer to Cassius and caresses his clothed back. A smile upon her bright face.

That was the last straw.

Yaya wastes no time to march to the scene, “Excuse me, yo?” She makes her presence known earning a plethora of stares. “Take your fuckin’ hands off my nigga.” Her tone rude and harsh, eyes piercing into the woman’s direction whom glances her upward and downward in confusion.

The mood in the entire room immediately shifts. “Who the fuck are you? First of all, I don’t even know you for you to be coming at me like that.” The woman does remove her touch but she was defensive, prepared to defend herself in any way shape or form.

“I’m his fiancée, bitch. Who the fuck is you?”

The minute the young woman began to get in her face is when Cassius intervened, he pulls Yaya into his embrace and shoves his woman behind his frame with a heavy sigh. “Both of y’all calm the fuck down. You…” He demands calmly, trailing off while planting his attention onto the angry unknown woman whom was trying to get closer to Yaya. “can back the fuck up.”

“Nah, ‘cause who she calling a bitch? Then this bitch got the nerve to come at me sideways about a nigga I ain’t even fuck? This hoe done lost her rabbit ass mind, yo.”

“Hoe?” Yaya chuckles drunkenly, foot tapping against the floor. “Look at you, bitch. Go find another nigga to give VD. But not this one. Learn to keep your fuckin’ stank ass hands to yourself. Point blank fucking period, yo.” Cassius shakes his head, sighing yet again.

This is the exact reason he didn’t want her drinking.

“Yo, I don’t know who you is but you making my girl feel some type of way so I’m gon’ ask you to walk away. Politely.” Cassius intervenes, preventing his woman from causing any harm. With the amount of liquor in her system? She would beat a bitch ass with no absolute hesitation.

The unknown woman tilts her head backward in offense, “Why the fuck I gotta leave? No disrespect, mothafucka, you ain’t my daddy. I was here first. It ain’t my fault yo’ bitch is insecure.” She was getting mad disrespectful with the mouth. Neither Cassius or Yaya was feeling it.

Cassius bit his tongue, knowing it held the power of making her cry. She didn’t deserve his energy. This broad was a nobody.

As much as a hothead Yaya happens to be, she attempts to reach over the tall male and lunge at the woman but fails. Eventually, grasping a pool stick and attempting to hit the woman with the item instead.

“Cassius? Let me go!” She shouts, more than prepared to fuck her up. In the midst of the madness, he remained calm and maintained his tight grip to block her from making any sudden movements.

“Aight, aight. Yo, you and your homegirls gotta get the fuck up outta here. Y’all sucking up the energy.” Derek overheard the commotion and decided to intervene, motioning the trio to the exit of his home.

“Fine. This shit was wack anyways. Girl, that nigga ain’t all that for you to be acting like a damn mental patient for.” The trio were on their way out the door, laughing loudly amongst themselves at what just took place a second ago.

Cassius shook his head angrily, “What type of fuckin’ nappy headed disrespectful ass broads you be invitin’ in here, man?” He quizzes his friend, connecting he and Yaya’s hands. “Yeah, nigga. We out.” Not only was Yaya upset, Cassius was too and just as much.

“Damn, nigga. Slow down.” She sends the male a harsh mug as he practically drags her out of the mansion by a tight grip on her hand.

Remaining silent is what he does because if he opened his mouth… Cassius would be bound to go off. He didn’t want to cause another scene in front of hundreds of people again.

Upon opening the passenger door for the young woman, shaking his head disappointingly, observing as she stumbled onto her seat. Her eyes search around, catching sight of the trio standing in front of Derek’s home, staring in the couple’s direction in pure hatred.

Childishly, she sticks out her tongue and flips all three of the women a bird before Cassius shuts the door behind her. He sends the trio an eye roll, strolling over to the driver side then opens his door, flipping the women off as well and hopping into his Benz.

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Silence filled their two story home. Marijuana smoke clouding the living area. The light from the television being Cassius’ only source of light as he watches reruns of ‘Fresh Prince Of Bel Air’. He didn’t laugh, he didn’t say a word. He just sat in pure silence as he smoked his blunt.

Meanwhile, Yaya saunters down the steps after a much needed shower and hopping out of bed upon realizing her man wasn’t spooning her. “Baby?” No response. He’s clearly upset and she could tell, she could feel it.

“Cassius, I know you hear me talking to you.” She joins him on the couch, sending multiple pecks to the side of his face and neck. “Come to bed, papa.” Her chin leaning against his left shoulder, running her hand across his fresh fade adorned with his black durag.

Still, he gives her the silent treatment.

“Cassius?” She summons his name yet again.

“You got a problem.” He speaks for the first time in hours. Head planted to the television screen.

“What?” She quizzes in confusion, eyebrows furrowing together and moving away from him slightly.

“Your drinking is starting to get out of control.”

Instantly, her head tilts backward as her nose turns up as if he was speaking another language. What he said isn’t foreign at all. She understood every single word he spoke but that didn’t mean she isn’t offended.

“I’ve been drinking since I was thirteen, Cassius. I’m a grown ass woman and I can handle my damn liquor.”

Shaking his head, “That’s the issue.” Kissing her teeth, she began to speak until it was too late. “You been like that since I met you. I ain’t notice it then but I’m seeing it through now. It’s cool to have a drink every once in awhile but you… you have a couple drinks then another few drinks, eventually the whole bottle.” He began acknowledging his observations over the years, no longer ignoring them.

Now that they were getting married, a lot of issues couldn’t go unaddressed.

“You stressed? Are you stressed about the wedding? What’s going on? Talk to me.” Taking a pull from his blunt, Yaya observes him before scoffing. He had some nerve to try to point out her ‘issues’ as if he doesn’t have any.

“I want to marry you. That’s a no brainer but you’re trying to claim I’m the one with the habit here, yet you smoke weed twenty damn times a fuckin’ day.”

Suddenly, Cassius began to choke on the smoke as a laugh of disbelief clawed its way through his throat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe she was trying— no she wasn’t even trying. She’s flipping this shit on him completely.

“Yo, what?” He starts, “I ain’t the one who spazzed on some broad tonight. Just saying.” His hands go up in the air for a second, blunt between his lips.

“That bitch was touching you without permission. I had every right to react the way I did. Meanwhile, you and Exodus were too busy having a dick swinging contest—”

“Aight, aight, aight, baby. I ain’t arguing with yo’ ass tonight. We all got problems that not even money can solve. I love you enough to call you out on your shit. So, let’s leave it at that.” He shrugs, continuing to smoke his blunt without any absolute shame. “And ain’t nothing wrong with weed. It’s an herb. Word.” She sends him an eye roll, plopping her back against the couch.

Similar to a broken record, tonight’s events starts replaying in her head. From the moment the couple arrived and left, her drinking in between their time there. She hadn’t even realized it as she mindlessly poured as many cups as she could the moment her fiancé waltzed off with Exodus.

Yaya knew he would have stopped her like he did prior before leaving her by her lonesome, thinking he was just being bossy and controlling. In reality, he was aware of her dangerous habit yet she didn’t realize it herself.

Her mother was in denial. Her father was in denial. Yet where did their habits lead them? To the grave.

Tears cascades along her cheeks and as much she attempts to hold them back, she couldn’t. She was still drunk and when she’s under the influence, she’s extremely dramatic and overly emotional. But these tears… weren’t just any tears or her being downright dramatic. These were tears for her parents.

The tears she didn’t cry at neither of their funerals.

“I apologize for embarrassing you, papa.” She cries softly and he wastes no time to embrace the woman, his blunt being the least of his worries and now sitting into the ashtray for later.

“You ain’t got nothing to be sorry for, baby.” He sends a peck to her forehead as she melts into his arms, loving this side of him. She wished her father would embrace her this way.

One of Cassius’ nicknames happened to be Papa. He accepted her for who she is, never sought out to change her and loved her unconditionally. He’s also more than fully equipped to be a daddy; financially, emotionally, physically, and mentally.

Out of all of the men she’s ever been romantically involved with, Cassius’ also known as Papa handled her with care and picked her up when she was down. Never once neglected her like the other men had, like her father had.

He’s her noah, alright.

Lifting her head, she looks him in the eye, “I love you.” She meant it. “I love you to the moon and back for putting up with me the way you do and to this day I don’t know how. You never left my side and I’m so grateful for a man like you.”

“And I ain’t never leaving you. It’s you and I till the day we die.” Her eyes were watery, sniffling as she gave him her undivided attention while he spoke. “I love that big brain inside of this dome of yours. I love these pretty eyes. I love this pretty nose…” He taps the bridge of her nose. “I love these pretty lips,” His thumb trailing across her soft lips before leaning in to plant two pecks amongst the pair.

“I love this body. Inside and out. Never stop being who you are ‘cause I love every part of you, from your flaws— your imperfections. You got my heart.”

“You got my heart.” She replies with a smile, whispering close to his lips and connecting them yet again. This union more passionate than the last.

“Damn. I love you.” He speaks within their kiss, climbing on top of the woman.

Suddenly, Yaya disconnects their lip-locking and turns on her stomach while lifting her purple lace thigh-length night gown to reveal her bare plump bottom. Her top row of pearly whites embeds into her bottom lip the moment he sends a rough smack to her backside.

At this point, they were completely bare and exposed. Cassius fills her up with his curved phallus, the couple moaning softly at the sensation of one another. They felt right at home. No matter how many times they made love, they never got tired of one another.

His firm grip on each side of her waist tightened so she couldn’t run, not that she would anyway. Yaya always took him like a pro and never complained about his large size. She handled it whenever and however she desired while making him feel good on the same accord.

The side of her canvas smushed into the arm of the leather couch, mouth wide open, eyelids fluttering from the sensation of Cassius’ dick driving in and out of her passionately yet slowly. His chest pressed against her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“Oh, shit.” She moans aloud, french tip mid-length acrylics raking through his facial hairs. Her nectar dripping along his member and pelvic area. “Faster, papa…” Her tone pleads and he does as requested, speeding up his pace yet making sure she felt everything.

Yaya’s jaw drops as her body is being shoved back and forth alongside each stroke. Ecstasy pouring within her veins, lips shaking while crying out through the pleasure and pain. Blonde tresses falling out of its ponytail, wildly covering the woman’s face. Meanwhile, Cassius was focused on pleasuring his fiancée.

The gripping, the tugging, the wetness, the way her ass clapped as she threw it back on him; Cassius was in ecstasy too.

His top row of pearly whites digs into his bottom lip, grabbing a hold of her hair and forcing her head backward. Their eyes connecting, both jaws agape. “How much you love this dick?” Her eyebrows furrow together yet again, eyelids shutting while her pink tongue drags across her lips.

“I…” She began only to take a pregnant pause the moment his free hand comes into contact with her throbbing center, rubbing in circles. “Mm,” A pent up sensation creeps amongst her. “Cassius—” The young woman couldn’t contain her juices, squirting due to overstimulation.

“Mhm.” He encourages her, continuing his actions which would ultimately drive her up the wall. “I asked you a question, baby.”

“I love this dick…” She whimpers weakly, biting down on her lip.

Suddenly, Cassius’ switches their position so that his back is against the couch while the woman is on top of his lap. Face to face. Her arms enveloping his neck, bare hourglass frame moving up and down passionately. They were freeing their minds, finding themselves moaning and groaning. His hands palming and sending multiple smacks to her backside on several occasions.

They couldn’t keep their eyes off of one another with the exception of tossing their head backwards or shutting their eyelids for a second.

For a sharp moment, Yaya slides his soaked member out of her wetness and taps it against her center before squirting once more. A loud, pornographic moan falling from her lips as she returns him to his rightful position. Her gushiness and wet skin clapping making a track of its own.

“Look what you do to me, papa.” Her dainty hands caressing his chest, referring to the wetness she possessed. She was perfectly crafted in God’s hands.

“Damn, shorty.” Her fiance speaks in disbelief and pure arousal, hands trailing across her breasts then her flat stomach and eventually her throbbing center. “Fuck, I love this pussy…” His tone low, full of lust and desire. “What did I do to deserve you?”

The thought of the two getting married crosses his mind, envisioning his woman in a beautiful white gown trailing down the flower decorated aisle. A smile etched upon her captivating face as their brown irises remained onto one another’s.

Their honeymoon in her hometown, Trinidad, like they planned. Kids.

His touch trails amongst her belly, their faces barely an inch from one another, “This where our babies gon’ grow. Fuck…” His jaw drops, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Damn, you fuckin’ amazin’.” Not only is she the bomb in general but so is her pussy.

The hole is fit for his size, popping and snapping at him because as Yaya would say ‘she loves him’. Cassius’ believed her from the moment they first made love due to how she reacted and he didn’t even need to touch it.

“All this for me, shorty?” His tongue dragging across his lips, low gaze peering a hole into the woman’s being.

“Mhm.” She hums, hips moving in a circular motion. “This your pussy, papa.” Planting a loving peck amongst his lips.

“Yeah, I know. You ain’t gon’ give my shit away, right?” He began forcing her body up and down, snatching the breath out of her while staring into her soul. Though, he’s been snatching her soul the entire time.

“Never… fucking never… ah,” A plethora of whimpers falling behind her response shortly after. “Ouu, Cee, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Mhm, let that shit go.” And so she did. Unraveling amongst him as he did, inside of her, ensuring that every drop entered her warm walls. “Good girl.” He praises her with a groan, planting sensual kisses along her neck.

“Shit, I love you.” The young woman connects their lips into a passionate union, panting heavily.

“I love you.” He speaks, continuing to stare in the direction of his fiancée under his almost squinty eyes and perfectly curled eyelashes. His gaze low, completely underneath her spell.

“Let’s go again in the shower, yeah?” Happily, she garners enough strength to pull him off of the couch and lead him upstairs. He mindlessly followed. Yeah, she has him sprung.

#black love #black men #90s #black women #romance #method man #smut #black female face claims #black female characters

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sweetestofchaos · 8 months

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pick for me | m.yg

s. you need help and thankfully yoongi is home.

p. yoongi x black!reader

w. teasing, kissing, light body worship, reader has twists

r. mature | sfw

wc. 973

a/n: drabble was inspired by this gif set made by @dasisugarun. i saw the gif set and couldn't help myself. yoongi looked so damn good and it just melted my brain. divider/support made by @hitobaby

You can’t choose between the two dresses laid out on your bed. You have a luncheon to go to in a little over two hours from now and you really rather not embarrass yourself. You know that your boyfriend, Yoongi, is working from home today. You wonder if maybe he can offer his option on your dresses? The pink dress is cute and will make your melanated skin glow. Whereas the cream and black dress is a classic choice that will look elegant and show off your shoulders.

Giving one last look at the dresses, you tuck a missed twist from your messy bun behind your ear and leave the bedroom in search of Yoongi. You find him a few moments later, lounging on the couch with his laptop perched in his lap and headphones over his ears. He looks cute, you think to yourself. You love when he dresses up but you love it even more when he is like this. Barefaced, cozy and comfortable. Tucked away from the world, safe in your shared home. His dark hair is hidden by the black beanie on his head and as he inhales deeply before letting out a loud sigh, you know now is the time to interrupt him.

“Yoongi?”

You call his name loud enough that he might hear over whatever music is playing but he doesn’t budge. Walking closer to him, you tap his shoulder and he turns his head towards you. His eyes raise in surprise at seeing you beside him and you watch as he drinks in your half dressed body. The purple silk duster you have on is doing very little to hide what is underneath; which isn’t very much. A black and green two-toned lace thong sits on your hips and that’s it. You aren’t wearing a bra just yet since you aren’t sure what dress you will wear.

Yoongi pulls his headphones from his ears, resting him around his neck. His eyes linger on the swell of your exposed chest. He licks his lips and you gently reach your hand out to cup his chin.

“My eyes are up here, handsome.”

You smile sweetly as Yoongi allows for you to raise his face and he gives you that wonderful gummy smile.

“How can I ignore such a sight?”

You roll your eyes and giggle as he pulls you into his lap. His hands are warm as they squeeze and rub against your thighs and hips. He sprinkles light kisses along your neck and noses at the collar of your robe ‘causing it to slip down your shoulder. At the sight of more exposed skin, Yoongi groans and presses firmer kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“Yoongi?” You whisper as your hands rest against his chest. He hums against your skin and you sigh. Trailing your hands up the length of his neck, your fingers creep underneath his beanie and you tug at his dark stans lightly.

“Lil busy darlin.”

“Yoongi, I had a question for you.”

At that, Yoongi pulls his face away from your shoulder and looks into your eyes. You have his full attention and grin. He is such a wonderful boyfriend.

“I can’t decide between two dresses. Can you pick for me?”

He blinks slowly at your words, reminding you of an owl. You can see the gears turning in his head as he thinks about your question.

“This isn’t one of those pranks, right?”

“What?”

“You know where the woman asks her husband or whatever to pick an outfit and she picks the other one?”

You laugh with a shake of your head. You know exactly what he is talking about.

“No. This isn’t that, babe. I really can’t decide.”

Yoongi nods his head and sucks in a deep breath before he lets it out while clearing his throat. He pats your hip and loosens his hold on you.

“Show ‘em to me.”

Grinning, you move to get off Yoongi’s lap and he grabs you back quickly.

“Are you wearing your hair up or down?”

“Huh?” You think about the two dresses and shrug your shoulders. “Down, I guess.”

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi removes the hair tie from your messy bun and your twists fall around your shoulders and face. Reaching out, Yoongi tucks a few behind your ear and clicks his tongue as he pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“How gorgeous are you…a fucking dream.” Yoongi whispers and pulls you into a sweet kiss. His fingers flex and dig into your hips making your moan into the kiss. Yoongi smirks and nips at your lips.

“I-I should go.”

“Yeah? You think so?” Yoongi mutters against your mouth and you nod your head. Your lips stay pressed against his. He kisses you harder, pulling you closer to his chest, holding you tighter. He breaks the kiss suddenly and nuzzles his nose against yours. “Go on darlin. Show me what you picked.”

You pout and Yoongi chuckles as he pecks your lips once more, “Go on.”

You slip off Yoongi’s lap and head back into the room to get dressed into the first dress. In the living room, Yoongi flops back on the couch and groans. He is hard and he wants to bend you over the back of the couch so badly. He looks at the hair tie on his wrist and smirks as he slips his hand under his beanie and plays with his hair. If he remembers correctly, your outing isn’t for another two hours or so.

He weighs the pros and cons of interrupting you and licks his lips. “Ah, we got time.”

Yoongi picks himself up off the couch and throws his beanie onto the cushion. “Jagiya! Don’t get dressed yet!” Yoongi calls out as he makes his way to the bedroom.

#yoongi fic #yoongi drable #yoongi fluff #yoongi x black!reader #fic: pick for me #soc yoongi

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chryblossomjjk · 2 years

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bts fic recommendations | 03.14.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

banana clip - @vvh0adie (jhs x jjk x reader | angst, fluff, smut)

summary: nature is great at putting you to sleep. but man-made objects are just as good at waking you up with annoyance. and they’re even better at messing with your senses overall. but nature also made the two most wonderful men who you get to call your boyfriends, and they know just how to comfort you.

for one, let me just say this graphic goes crazy eep!!!

also let me just say, you would write a mean fantasy fic bc the scene setting in the first segment is so good. YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT WORLD BUILDING?? YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT WORLD BUILDING???? YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MAKING THE SETTING REFLECT THE CHARACTER??? THIS IS IT!!

also i think the representation in the fic is so fucking important like- to have the reader be queer, chubby, and neurodivergent and then depicting in detail the things that come along with it is really great!! especially bc so many young adults read fanfic and thats such a complex time where you're juggling different parts of your identity and how they coexist!! just seriously thank you for writing this!!

"His large hands make haste of grabbing as much of your ass as he possibly can and giving it a good squeeze, oil slick painted nails leaving crescent indentation on your melanated skin. The succulent pain causes a moan to escape your lips. You always knew how to break them down, but he could play too."

oof when i tell u i read this paragraph multiple fucking times bc YOU PICKED OIL SLICK NAIL HOBI I COULD DESTROY MY FUCKING ROOM RN LMAO

“Ah, fuck, it’s times like these when I remember how much of a slut you are.”

dom hobi rattles the fucking peanut in my skull bc i know for a fact that man is the kinkest dom sex freak out here PLS!!! and the mentions of kook throughout made everything incredibly hotter like uGh!! and then i really love when sweet aftercare n cleaning up is added into fanfic after a dommy moment :') <3 overall, this was the hottest shit ever pls fucking read this yall NOW I SAY NOW LMAO!!

paired & pierced - @yoon-kooks (jjk x reader | college au, smut, fluff)

summary: when your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, you’re paired up with jeon jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesn’t fuck with popular kids like you. if you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body he’s carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.

so as soon as i saw that pairing i knew i was a goner!! but babe, this fic made me discover kinks i didn't even know i had like erm?? CAWK TATTOO??? OF A SNAKE???

I HAVE A NEW FETISH LMAO!!! thats like one of the hottest visuals i've ever read in fanfic and it will plague my daydreams from here on out!

where does one find a friend like oc who hooks you up with men like JUNG HOSEOK ?? she is so real for that (one is incredibly lonely despite having friends and never gets checked on by those around her unless they need something which i feel like is so relatable to so many people like i can totally tell why so many readers were drawn to this fic)!! and tim can catch this knuckle sandwich bc FUCK HIM >:(

also the newborn joke made me audibly crack up like the bleak dry humor is fucking hilarious to me-

and i just love their dynamic? like the way you wrote their dialogue is just so natural, which seems simple on the outside but as fic writer i understand that writing believable dialogue is so INSANELY difficult like you literally have to be an a1 writer to nail it as good as you did in this fic!! the talent is screaming!! same goes for the smut!! it was so fucking hot and everything kook said had my coochie wet pls!! i just love the switch for apathetic to complete sex god uGh! i love u n this saur fucking much!!

nature cafe - @virgodolls (jjk x reader | s2l)

oh my goodness i love this so much! like when you told me you were a new writer on here i was already extremely excited, but after reading this, my excitement for your future works has doubled, TRIPLED! you are bringing something new and refreshing to the table! like don't get me wrong i looooveee smut (legit all i write is smut-) but slice of life content is kind of hard to find on this platform! so reading this was such a welcomed change and i loved it wholeheartedly!

you really have a knack for writing in the perspective of the character, which is not an easy thing to do AT ALL! ITS SO DIFFICULT! AND YOU EXECUTED IT SO FLAWLESSY HERE AND ITS ONLY YOUR FIRST FIC? PLS THE TALENT IS UNREAL!!

i also really loved this oc! as someone who is also v sensitive and easily overwhelmed, i didn't find her annoying at all, just incredibly endearing and relatable! THIS JUNGKOOK IS ALSO SUCH BOYFRIEND MATERIAL AND SO SWEET LIKE IM TRYING TO PICK HIM UP TOO UM??? anyways, thank you for sharing your writing! its definitely so scary at first but you did it and you should be v proud of yourself!! i am proud of you!!

#reviewsday #kikirecs #bts jungkook #bts hoseok #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #bts hobi #jungkook smut #j hope #j hope x reader #jungkook x reader #hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #jungkook fanfic #hoseok fanfic #bts #bts smut #bts fanfic

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wakandanwritings · 2 years

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meeting m’baku part two

i’m so sorry this took ages to post, my wi-fi has been giving me hell lately. but thank you for all the kind words on my debut piece, it means the absolute world to me that there are people who enjoy my midnight thoughts!

part one

warnings : none :)

side note, this man is so unbelievably beautiful 🫶🏽

ever since you first ran into m’baku (literally) you saw him at the palace more often. and even though you didn’t find it odd because you’re relatively new to wakanda, t’challa and shuri definitely found it interesting that m’baku’s visits became more frequent after your unexpected meeting.

m’baku on the other hand, found himself to be uncomfortably irritable whenever he graced the palace with his presence only to find bucky by your side. obviously the two of you were just friends but i don’t think the jabari leader knew that. shuri being the genius that she is, noticed the jealousy that painted his face every time you and buck were together.

enough time had passed and almost the whole castle noticed his stolen glances, and the softness that takes over his features when he looks at you and the bitterness that surfaced when you’re not alone. obviously you’re blind to it all and so shuri decided to intervene despite t’challa and ramonda’s disapproval.

shuri took one for the team and volunteered m’baku’s services as a tour guide for the rest of wakanda. as expected, being the drama queen he is, he grunted and rolled his eyes and begrudgingly agreed, secretly excited to show you not just his home but also the most important parts of it, far far away from the man with a metal arm.

the next morning you wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed, not wanting to keep m’baku waiting. you decided on a yellow sundress that complimented your melanated skin in the loveliest way possible.

for someone who always has a smart ass remark or comment, m’baku was speechless when he saw you. during your previous meetings, he was always taken aback by your beauty but almost all of those instances included you in an oversized hoodie and while he adored the way you look in literally anything, he couldn’t deny that there’s something about the way you looked right now, in a pretty little sun dress that made him feel absolutely feral.

surprising you and everyone else in the room, he took your hand and escorted you away from the palace as you waved goodbye to shuri and t’challa, buck still asleep, shuri sporting a suspicious smile on her face and t’challa playfully rolling his eyes at his sister.

you looked up at him and smiled (even though his eyes refused to meet yours), excited and ready for what the day holds, more importantly, for what m’baku has planned.

part three soon 💜

#mcu imagines #m’baku x reader #m’baku imagine #m’baku #marvel imagines #marvel cinematic universe #wakanda forever #winston duke #mcu fanfic

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I'm sorry I didn't update last week. Work has been kicking my black ass. I've been going through wicked burnout lately, but I think it'll get better by the time October rolls around. Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Eleven: A Shift in the Universe.

The next Monday morning you awaken for work, you finally like you’ve got some good sleep after two weeks of tossing and turning to the image of Keigo’s body haunting your dreams.

You thought you were doing well distracting yourself from him with work, food, alcohol, and exercise. But seeing him last weekend at that restaurant when you went in for takeout shook you to your core.

You were happy to see him, yes, but you couldn’t even let yourself feel that. Especially when he was so angry that you hadn’t called. You knew it was wrong, but you just can’t look him in the eye right now. You felt guilty. Ashamed. Disgusting.

Especially with how you felt seeing him and Sakura together. You had wanted to bolt out of the restaurant when you saw them in the restaurant through the window, laughing and holding hands, like a beautiful, loving couple. The jealousy that flared inside of you was frightening. You had no right to feel like that, especially to Keigo’s own girlfriend. You were his friend! Nothing more. You just had one night that was a complete, drunken mistake.

That still didn’t stop the low feeling you felt coming home whenever you thought of Keigo’s hand in Sakura’s. Or the memories of that night in the hotel.

You don’t stay in bed for too long though, so the haunting visions disperse as soon as you get up to stretch and hop in the shower. When you step out smelling like the juiciest peach thanks to your Native body wash (A/N: Pleeeease buy that shit!! It’s so good!!), you feel less like shit after your last encounter with Keigo and ready for a day of work and proactivity to begin.

After dressing in a bright, sleeveless blouse that compliments your melanated skin, a black pencil skirt, and flats, you venture downstairs with your tote bag to find Rumi sitting in her silk robe at the kitchen island eating a bowl of fruit and sipping on an oat-milk iced latte.

She turns around with her phone when she hears you, her white locks piled up on her head. “‘Morning,” she murmurs as she nibbles on a strawberry, like a little rabbit. “You look nice.”

You smile at the compliment as you skip into the kitchen. “Thanks; got a meeting at the agency today, so I wanted to look good.” Your eyes trail over to the coffee pot sitting on the stove. “Oooh, did you just make that?” you coo, already moving toward it. You could use some iced coffee this morning.

Rumi glances up at you briefly as you walk over to the coffee pot. “Help yourself.” You smile happily, taking out a glass from the cabinet above, some ice, and your creamer from the fridge before proceeding to whip yourself up a nice glass of iced coffee. Once you’re finished, you take a slow sip, already feeling like nothing can ruin this sun-shiny day for you.

“So when were you gonna tell me that you and Keigo fucked?” Rumi asks.

You spit every ounce of the coffee that you sipped out of your mouth. You press a hand to your lip, wiping at it as you gape at your friend. “What?” you croak.

She stares at you, unblinkingly. “When were you gonna tell me you and Keigo had sex?” she asks again, just as blunt and brazenly as before. “And don’t lie to me either because I can tell when you do. You’re a shit liar, Y/N.”

She places her phone down, stops eating her fruit, and fixes you with a pointed stare like a Black mother would. Heat pricks at your face and under your clothes when you realize that you’ve been caught. “I…” Words fail you for a moment. You can’t think of a way to get out of this. You sigh, your shoulders slumping defeatedly. “Who told you?” you weakly ask.

“Who do you think?” she sharply asks. “The bird brain came around wantin’ to check on you, but he didn’t count on me doin’ my late-night training.” She places a hand on her hip, leaning against the counter. “Were you really not gonna tell me?” she asks, sounding extremely hurt. “Your best friend and the best roomie ever? We tell each other everything, Y/N!”

You shrink under your scrutinizing gaze, feeling the guilt eat you alive. The tears of shame come fast and you begin to cry, overwhelmed with guilt and disgust for your actions. “I’m so sorry, Rumi!” you sob, ruining your eye makeup. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared you’d judge me and I…I…” The sobs eat you up, bubbling out of your throat.

Rumi shushes you, quickly moving across the kitchen to come to your aid. “Okay, okay,” she says, soothing you. Hurriedly, she grabs a Sailor Moon glass off of the drying rack and fills it with tap water before handing it to you. “First, take a breath and sip this before you have a heart attack. I’m not havin’ you die on my kitchen floor.”

Hiccuping pathetically, your wobbly hand grasps the glass and take three big gulps. “Two, you should know damn well I would’ve never judged you, babes,” she continues. “It ain’t my style; you know that.”

You feel somewhat better knowing that, but you still feel like shit for not telling her. Or Dabi. You can’t imagine how he feels. Rumi waits until you’re done calming down and your breathing as regulated to ask her next question: “So how did it happen?” She leans against the counter, giving you a soft, compassionate look that makes you feel even worse.

You exhale deeply, trying your best to ease your racing heart. “We just got really drunk at Clubhouse,” you sigh, hugging yourself for self-soothing. “I barely remember anything except for being in a pool with Keigo and then waking up beside him ass naked.” You groan and turn to lean your head against the cool, tiled counter.

“I’m horrible, aren’t I?” you sniffle. “Not only did I ruin my friendship, I possibly ruined Keigo’s relationship with Sakura…and then Rei already thinks I broke up with him because of Keigo.” The tears rise to the surface again, filling your eyes with water. “I’m the worst person in the world!”

“Okay, stop,” Rumi sternly says. She pries you away from the counter and glares down at you. “First of all, you told Rei you wanted to take a break and you were feelin’ like shit anyway. Second, you made a mistake, Y/N. You just need to try and fix it.”

Fix it? The very idea fills you with anxiety. “But I don’t know how!” you frustratedly whine. “How am I gonna tell Rei that I–”

“Forget about Rei for a second,” she cuts in, firm enough to make you button your lip. “I’m talkin’ about Keigo. You two haven’t spoken in two weeks and that’s a long time for someone like Keigo. To him, it feels like two years! You guys can’t just not speak to each other. Especially when we’re all friends.”

You gnaw at your bottom lip guilty. While you know she’s right, you also hate that she is. “Why don’t you just call him?” she pointedly asks, raising an eyebrow at you. The very idea makes your stomach turn. “It’s not that simple, Rumi,” you sigh in frustration. “I want to, but it’s really awkward between us right now. I’m not even sure I could look at him without seeing…”

You pause as images of Keigo’s luscious body and dick explode in your mind’s eye. “All of that,” you weakly finish, flushing in embarrassment.

Rumi nods as if she understands, but you know she doesn’t. She can’t. Nobody who is a good friend would! “Just think about it, okay?” she suggests. “Ask him out to lunch or somethin’ so you can move past this.” She places a hand on the small of your back, soothingly rubbing it up and down your spine. “You know Keigo cares about you way too much to just forget that you exist. That’s why he came over last night.”

Though her words fill you with comfort but also know that you hurt Keigo’s feelings that night at the restaurant. What if he doesn't want to talk to you? What if you really fucked up this time? But instead of spewing your anxieties to Rumi, you just nod.

“By the way, how was he?” she asks, grinning at you. “Did his wings get in the way?” Wordlessly, you push her hand off of you, grab your coffee, and exit the kitchen. “What?” she calls to you with a laugh. “It’s just a question!”

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You don’t call Keigo. Surprise, surprise.

You want to! You truly do! But every time you press on his contact and see his number, you feel like you’re going to throw up. You’ve felt like this ever since you left home and clocked in for work at 9 AM.

Four hours later, after your meeting and a relatively smooth day with only a few calls and some papers to fill out and file, you still feel bad. It’s gotten to the point where you’ve been doing extra work around the office just to distract yourself, such as organizing your personal office and doing data entry meant for next week.

Only a half an hour until lunch, you know you’re out of luck on work until later when you do day patrols from 2 PM-5:30 PM. So you decide to distract yourself by filling out your calendar for the next two weeks instead of looking at your phone. You tick off each thing you’ll have to do each day, mumbling quietly to yourself as you do: grocery shopping this Saturday; go to your cycling class on Sunday; next Tuesday–

Your stream of consciousness is abruptly stopped by the sudden shrill ring of your work phone that sits next to your laptop and framed photo of you, Keigo, Rumi, and Dabi in high school. You sigh in relief, glad for some work to do. You pick it up and clear your throat, putting on your poised "working girl” voice. “Y/N L/N,” you greet as you usually do on your work phone.

“Good afternoon, Ms. L/N,” Keigo says in his laid-back tone. The sound of his voice filling your ear makes you sense. “This is Keigo Takami speaking. I’m sure you’ve heard of me; everyone has. You mind puttin’ the girl who ghosted me for two weeks on the phone please?”

You look outside of your office for a moment, trying to see if anyone is lingering outside your door. Everyone is luckily doing their own thing, not paying any mind to what is going on behind you door. You immediately let Keigo have it, gripping the arm of your plushy chair as you do. “Why are you calling my work phone?” you whisper-hiss.

“‘Cause you’re not answering your cell phone,” Keigo replies, sounding just as irritated. “What the fuck else was I supposed to do?”

You go to argue, but you find that you have nothing. Because he's right. You haven’t been answering his calls nor his texts. At some point, he had stopped, but he’s obviously trying something different now. You feel horrible for ignoring him, but it isn’t easy to talk to him right now, especially after your mini-fight at the steakhouse.

Keigo sighs, exhaustion clear in his voice. “Look, I didn’t call to argue, okay? I wanted to ask if you were free for lunch so we could talk.” You bite your lip, silent and unsure. You know that this is what could ease the tension or fix you two, but something in you is still holding you back. May it be your fear or your pride.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry about what happened last weekend,” Keigo says, sounding absolutely gutted, "and I know things are still awkward between us, but you can’t just act like I don’t exist. We’re friends, remember? Best friends?” His words sound so similar to Rumi’s that they give you whiplash.

You feel stupid. Guilty. Horrible. They’re both right. You can’t just go through your days and act as if what happened didn’t happen, or that you don’t want Keigo back in your life. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m free at 1,” you answer, defeated. Keigo sighs, sounding relieved. “Where’d you wanna meet? You pick the place and I’ll be there.”

You tell him about a little bistro only three blocks up that you have no problem walking to. Keigo agrees, knowing the place due to having a meeting there once. “See you at 1 then,” he replies, a sliver of happiness in his tone.

You don’t answer. You hang up the phone and put your head in your hands, groaning to yourself. You’ve never dreaded your lunch break more, yet you also anticipate it so you can get it over with. Maybe things might even go well, though the pessimistic side of you thinks differently.

After locking up your office and clocking out for your 30-minute lunch, you walk to the bistro in your pretty pumps and sharp work dress, feeling somewhat good about yourself. At least you look presentable. When you get to the bistro, the place is already packed with people on their lunch break or out with friends for a quick cocktail. You find Keigo almost immediately standing by a table in the outside dining area, gorgeous flowers and a bubbling fountain a few feet away from him. You push down the urge to vomit and instead walk up to him, gripping your tote bag as you do.

When he turns to see you, something in you shifts. It happens when you get a good look at him. He looks so…different. You can’t quite put your finger on what’s changed in him…or in the way you see him, rather.

Maybe his V-neck shirt is just a little too tight on his upper torso, the cotton fabric clinging to his toned pecs and abs.

Maybe it’s his jeans, ripped at the knees and sagging a bit low on his slim hips.

Maybe it’s the way his boots look on his big feet.

Maybe it’s the way the sun glints in his blonde hair and crimson wings, making him look almost angelic.

Maybe it’s the cologne that wafts off of his skin, so sweet and tempting.

Maybe it’s the shades sitting on his golden eyes that trail over your form joyfully or the way he sexily chews his gum, his jaw popping as he does.

Or maybe it's the way he walks straight up to you and lays a hand on the small of your back as if nothing has happened and everything is normal. But it’s not, and you know it’s not. Because now you find your best friend unbelievably attractive.

“Hey, mama,” he greets you, giving you that same dazzling smile that always puts a smile on your own face. This time, it doesn’t.

You just gap at him, becoming aware at the way your heart pounds and your pussy tightens at his closeness and the nickname. And he always gives you nicknames! Why is now so different? ‘Because you think he’s sexy, dummy!’ your conscious screams at you.

You must have been staring at him for quite a while without saying anything because Keigo’s brows furrow in confusion above his shades. “You okay?” he asks, concern lacing his tone. You snap out of it, moving to wipe your lip.

Luckily, no spit is there even though you were just salivating for him. “Y-Yeah,” you stutter, clearing your throat to compose yourself. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

You two don’t hug. You’re afraid that if you do touch him, you’ll spontaneously combust at the whiff of his cologne. He just smells so good! Why the fuck does he smell so good? It’s like a mixture of spicy and sweet, like cloves and Madagascar vanilla.

He doesn’t try to hug you either, sensing that you’re uncomfortable. “Uh, should we sit?” you awkwardly mutter, nodding at the chairs. He picked a good spot by the fountain with a striped umbrella above you and two wooden chairs.

You pull your seat out and sit down, but Keigo pushes it in for you. Your body grows hot at the feeling of him so close to you, his hands on either side of your head as he pushes your chair in for you. Like a date. Like your man. “Thank you,” you softly say, but it comes out as no more than an exhale. He hums in reply and goes to sit across from you.

You busy yourself looking at your menu, going straight for the cocktails. ‘That Cherry Blossom one sounds good,’ you think distractedly. ‘Or maybe a Lemon Drop would be better….it’s small enough and I don’t wanna be drunk…I still need to go back to work…but it’s only one drink! I’m not driving and it’ll help me loosen up…but not too much. I don’t wanna start looking at my friend like he’s a four-course meal…even though he looks like one today. Dammit, Y/N, you’re supposed to be thinking about drinks!’

Luckily, your waitress comes up to you and stops you from shoving a fork into your neck. She is a cute little thing with a blonde bob, long lashes, and glitter on her nails. “Good afternoon!” she chirps. “My name is Rin and I’ll be your…” She stops short when she realizes who she is serving. Her glossy, pink lips fall open in shock. “O-Oh, my God, you’re Hawks and H/N! Oh, my God, I’m such a big fan of yours!” She blushes red as she stares at Keigo adoringly. “E-Especially you, Mr. Hawks.”

Keigo, ever the nicest guy in the city, gives her a friendly smile and a peek over his shades. “Thank you.” You swear your waitress has a heart attack right there. “Oh, my friends are never gonna believe this!” she excitedly boasts before composing herself. “U-Um, can I get you two a drink for starters?”

You go for the Cherry Blossom cocktail while Keigo sticks with an iced tea. Once she leaves, Keigo leans in, apologetic.“Sorry about that,” he whispers. "You wanna go?”

You shake your head, barely having paid attention to the whole exchange because you were too busy trying to figure out how to start this conversation. “No, let’s just stay since we’re already here,” you say, immediately going back to browsing the lunch specials. “I’ve been out with you many times, Kei. I know how to handle adoring fans.”

Though Keigo leaves it alone, he still looks unsure and slightly bothered. After a few minutes of horrible, awkward silence, Rin returns with your drinks and writes down your lunch orders. You go for the Cobb salad special while Keigo does a fried chicken sandwich (of course) slathered in mango co-slaw and orders sweet potato fries for the table.

Once the waitress leaves, you take a long, needed sip of your cocktail, the pink liquid and ripe cherries floating in the wine glass beckoning you forward. Strawberries, vodka, and a slight hint of lime hit your tongue immediately. “Alcohol at 1 PM?” Keigo chuckles, sipping on his tea. You snort at him poking fun at you. “Hey, with the convo we’re about to have, I need it,” you dryly reply.

Silence dawns on you again, creating a thick wall of unsaid words and bottled-up emotions. It’s starting to piss you off. He asked you to come out here, so why isn’t he saying anything? “So you wanna start this or should we just sit in silence for the next hour?” you ask, way more sharply than you wanted.

Keigo’s eyes narrow behind his shades at your tone. “Well, if you wanna give me attitude, sure,” he shoots back. “You know me: I like it rough.” And he does. You know from experience.

You instantly flush with shame and embarrassment at your attitude. You shouldn’t be so cross with him just because you feel awkward and you hate yourself. “I’m sorry,” you immediately apologize. “I’m just…not used to this.” You look off towards the bubbling fountain behind him, watching two kids toss pennies into it with their parents. They look so happy. So blissful. “Used to what?” Keigo asks, confused. “Y/N, it’s still me.”

“But it’s not,” you protest with a sigh. “Keigo, what we did that night completely crosses every boundary between friends. Not to mention I’m the reason you cheated on Sakura.” You see him flinch slightly at the sound of her name. “Did you tell her?” you ask in a hushed voice, afraid someone will overhear your conversation.

His lips tighten into a thin line and you regret asking the question. “No, I’m still workin’ on that,” he admits, sounding guilty. He takes off his shades, revealing the dark circles under his eyes. They make your stomach drop. How has he been sleeping lately?

“But right now, this is about you and me. You’re not the only one who feels like shit here, Y/N. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to see you and talk face to face, but I didn’t think you would since you never answered my calls or texts.” Now, with his glasses off, you can see the hurt in his golden eyes. You’ve hurt him deeply by avoiding him, acting like he doesn't exist.

When Rin comes back with the fries, you don’t feel hungry anymore. You just want to crawl into a hole and die. You’re a horrible friend. “Keigo, I’m so sorry,” you say, your voice cracking. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. I was scared to see you because of what happened.” Your head droops in shame, tears that well in your eyes threatening to drip down your cheeks. “This is my fault.”

“Hey,” he says, the firmness in his voice making you look at him. His expression is stern, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t do that shit. I’m not gonna let you feel this way about yourself, especially since it’s a two-way street. We both made a mistake.”

He moves his hand toward yours, his fingers brushing your knuckles. “It’s not possible to forget it, but we can move forward from it and move past it. I’d gladly agree to that if you will. We have too much history to let this stop us.”

Suddenly, the fog that has been clouding your days since Fathom’s wedding clears, leaving everything crystal clear. He’s absolutely right. After years of friendship, you can’t just let this one mistake ruin what you two have. It’s something special. A once-in-a-lifetime relationship. Keigo knows and loves you like no one else does, except for maybe Rumi and Dabi. You all are four peas in a pod, after all, and to separate two would be ruining the little family you’ve grown to love for so long.

With tears in your eyes, you turn your hand over and interlace your fingers with his, not caring if anyone notices. He stares at you, shocked. “I missed you, Kei,” you softly say, emotions overflowing inside of you.

Keigo's eyes soften and a smile curls onto his handsome face as he squeezes your hand. “I missed you too, Y/N,” he replies. For a moment, you two hold each other’s gazes, forgiveness and joy in your eyes. It feels good to be like this again. Maybe even better.

The rest of your lunch break is filled with catching up and cracking jokes with Keigo. You laugh so hard that you nearly choke. You convince Keigo to get a rum cocktail so he can drink with you, leading him to becoming giggly and way more talkative as he usually gets when he’s tipsy.

You talk about everything, from how things are going with work to the dating scene. You confess to him that after what happened with Rei, you’re taking a break from dating to focus on getting your money and your performance as a pro hero. Keigo nods, listening intently to your reasoning. “Well, if you ever decide you get lonely and want a guy in your life, just know you deserve better,” he says, giving you a wink that’s supposed to make you laugh but only makes you feel flustered. Probably from the cocktail.

When lunch finally ends, you’re due back at work. By the time Keigo pulls up to your agency with you in his car, you have about five minutes to spare. You were originally just going to walk, but Keigo insisted he drive you. “You just drank that cocktail like it was juice, man,” he chortled. “You really think I’m gonna let you walk back to work?”

So you jumped in his Benz and he made his way to your job, blasting his music as he did so and exasperating you with his horrible singing to Jodeci.

When he pulls up next to the front doors, you smile at him gratefully. “Thanks for driving me back to work.” Keigo shrugs passively.

“No problem, babe,” he easily says, waving it off. “Don’t need you breakin’ your bank for a Lyft or ruining these pretty shoes.” He nods down at your pumps. For some reason, you flush at the compliment and him considering your safety and finances. But isn't that what friends do? Yes, of course, it is! It’s what he’s always done! So why does it feel so different to you now?

Keigo suddenly turns down the music so it’s a soft murmur in the background. He peers at you over his shades, suddenly making the car a lot hotter despite the AC blasting. “What are you doin’ this weekend?” he asks.

You think hard. Mostly, it’s just chores so you reply with, “No clue, why?” Keigo almost looks nervous, making you wonder what he has in mind. “Dabi is coming’ out to the bar Friday night if you wanna come and watch me die. He wants to do a fireball challenge.”

You giggle at the idea, picturing the both of them absolutely wasted with their throats burning after one too many fireballs. But you’re already thinking against the tempting idea of coming out for Dabi, because that means you’ll have to sit with your friends as if you didn’t sleep with one of them. Though you and Keigo have made up, it will be awkward pretending to still be “the same” with each other, especially when Rumi knows what happened between you two. Plus, with Dabi being so observant, it will be impossible for him not to notice the difference in your dynamics and not ask about it.

“Shit, I can’t,” you say in fake disappointment. “I took up a shift for evening patrols that night. I’m sorry.”

You believe you see disappointment in Keigo’s eyes, but when he blinks, it’s gone. “It’s cool,” he replies with a smile. “What’s on after the Hero’s Gala? Don’t forget, my after-party is right after the event. You’ll still be comin’ to see your ranking too, right?”

“Uh…” That’s all you can say as your brain processes his words and attempts to think of a good answer.

“Probably not the Gala since Rei was my date,” you finally reply. “But definitely your afterparty. I wouldn’t wanna miss that for the world since it’s all you’ve been talking about for a year.”

Ever since he found out this year’s Gala would be in Musutafu, Keigo vowed to throw an afterparty in celebration of it, whether you won your awards or not. Since then, he’s been planning everything, from the music to the food to the guest list. It’s a very important event for him, so how would you look and feel if you didn’t show up?

He smiles then, looking hopeful that you’ll show up. You advert your eyes from the painful smile to look at your agency building, remembering that yes, you have to get back to work!

“I guess I’ll get back to the grind then. See you later?” You turn back to him, offering him a small smile. He doesn’t reply and you don’t look for one. Instead, you quickly open the door and jump out with your bag. You can feel his eyes on you as you begin to walk up the steps to the agency door.

“Y/N!” he calls. You abruptly turn, finding him staring at you from the open car window. He looks as if he wants to say something to you, but decides against it.

“Never mind,” he says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just have a good day, alright?”

You nod, giving him a wave, and enter the building. You can still feel his eyes on you even when you’re finally inside the building.

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bluegekk0 · 8 months

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Did the battle of the Black Wyrm happen in your au? I was thinking a bit about Hollow Knight lore and I remember that the game mention something about the battle of the Black Wyrm and was wondering if that battle happen in your au? If it did how did the PK react to seeing another Wyrm? If it didn't I have an idea about it that you could add in your au if you don't mind.

The idea is the battle of the Black Wyrm happens a year after the twins are born. It would be interesting if that happen, how would Feral Pk, Grim, Hornet, Hollow, and the kids would react if that would happen? And to make things interesting it knows how to do soul magic like Feral PK did. Maybe that's why it survived for so long, if used the same method as PK and use soul to replace food but unlike PK it would sometimes hunt large bugs or a bunch of smaller bugs to satisfy the occasional urge to eat. Or maybe it changed it's form like PK but instead of making a new form it just reduced it's size by half so it won't have to eat as much, it's still big maybe the size of Bardoon or maybe a bit bigger, but it's not as big as it was. And to make things even more interesting you could make the Black Wyrm one of the PK siblings.

I hope you don't mind my idea, if it's intrusive or the Battle of the Black Wyrm did happen in your au then ignore my idea. Anyways I hope you have a nice day!

It did, though my interpretation of the Black Wyrm is veeery different to what you'd probably expect. So unfortunately, your idea, while very interesting, would not fit into my AU.

For starters, the Black Wyrm isn't a wyrm in the first place. By the time FPK reduced his form to create a kingdom, all the other wyrms were already gone. He waited them out, to put it simply, and only changed forms when he was sure that the other wyrms wouldn't be a threat to him or his kingdom. He didn't have to do anything to make that happen: with every year, he'd find more and more wyrm corpses, and most of them either suffered no injuries, implying they starved to death, or were covered in bite marks and mostly eaten, which suggested that other wyrms were responsible. As time went on, those injuries became less frequent, so it's safe to assume that the last few wyrms suffered a slow death from starvation. Luckily for him, he was already sustaining himself with soul at that point, so all he needed was a supply of soul (even at that size he didn't need a lot of it, its magic capabilities had a huge effect on him at that point), and he could hide for as long as he wanted. He did travel beyond the Wastelands (this is how I decided to call the area he was born, and the primary territory of wyrms) soon before changing forms, until he reached the mountains where Hallownest would be created - wyrms generally disliked cold temperatures, so that further reduced the chances of running into one even if some of them were still kicking.

So while there were definitely some black wyrms back in the day (most of them were brown, FPK was leucistic, so it's safe to assume that melanism was also present in some individuals), they all died by the time a battle like this could take place.

Instead, I took a different approach. I mentioned before that The Shade Lord had multiple incarnations, the latest of which was the one created by Ghost. The first one was defeated by Grimm and The Radiance's father, and what remained of it was sealed away in the Abyss. For hundreds of years following that event, The Shade Lord was gone, and the void was left in peace, until FPK and his knights disturbed it in search of void to use against The Radiance. The void has a tendency to lash out at what it perceives as danger, and so in a form of self-defense it formed into a second incarnation of The Shade Lord, one that was notably small and serpentine in appearance, likely due to the narrow caves and crevices of the Abyss. So when the knights saw it, they quickly nicknamed it Black Wyrm. Their only knowledge of wyrms came from legends and records, but what they saw matched their idea of one. FPK could do nothing but accept it, even if he knew that what emerged from the Abyss couldn't have been one of his kind. It was too small, and of course it was a being of void, not a fully living creature like wyrms. But there was no time to explain it, and besides, he doesn't like to talk about his past so he just let them call the thing whatever they wanted.

The "Black Wyrm" was defeated and destroyed, but the event remained in the memory of the knights. The rest of Hallownest had no idea such event took place - the battle didn't take long, The Shade Lord was weak and feared light, so it wasn't much of a threat. Anything related to the void remained a secret that only a few around FPK knew of, so these days only him, Grimm, Ogrim and WL can recall the battle.

Still, I really appreciate your ask! I think your idea of it is also very interesting. It just so happens that I have a pretty different take on what happened hahaha

Hooe you have a good day as well!

#ask stuff #feral pk au #au worldbuilding #shade lord #black wyrm #wyrms #fpk #vyrm

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can you identify some bugs i know the first one is spider and the second one is mantis but i was wondering specific species

spider is in kinda rural texas about an hour and a half from houston mantis is in the state of puebla in mexico

also a squirrel if you can tell me if that's like the way the species is or if he has melanism. found in mexico city. i saw at least two squirrels like this in different areas

also: the mantis was already in the room when we got to the hotel, i moved it onto the bed for a better photo and then i put it outside in some grass by some trees. hope i did the right thing. dad would have killed it if it didnt get out of the room. also there were hairy headed leaf cutter ants there. not an important fact but i think they were interesting because it was the first time i had seen leafcutter ants.

Philodromus sp., Stagmomantis limbata, melanistic Sciurus aureogaster

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 17

Ozzy confession, grand gestures

NARRATOR: Previously, on Love Island.

NARRATOR: The Islanders reacted to the news of a shock couple dumping by building a collection of novelty dog houses.

NARRATOR: This is the way I react to shocking news as well. Something about a small kennel can really make you less melan<i>collie</i>.

NARRATOR: Grace and Ozzy struggled building their doghouse, which is a real shame because he needs it more than anyone.

NARRATOR: Especially as he's just pulled {0} for a private chat!

Having left the chaos of the Doghouse Challenge behind, you arrive with Ozzy at the swing seat.

Ozzy nervously rubs the back of his neck.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: That was kind of awkward.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: So, what did you want to tell me?

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Grace doesn’t look happy.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I can see that.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What’s going on with you two?

PLAYER_IDLE: You looked like you were falling apart in that challenge.

OZZY_SAD: Oh, things are looking a bit rough with me and Grace right now.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: We’ve decided to slow things down and take a bit of a break.

Ozzy looks you intensely in the eyes.

OZZY_IDLE: To be honest, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, I’m just sorry it has to be at a moment like this.

OZZY_IDLE: It’s not ideal, but better now than later.

OZZY_IDLE: I don’t want to disrespect Grace any longer.

OZZY_IDLE: We both kind of lost our heads today. After last night…

Ozzy trails off in thought.

PLAYER_IDLE: What happened last night?

OZZY_SERIOUS: Grace said something that drove a wedge between us.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What did she say?

Ozzy looks around the villa suspiciously for a moment.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: I’d rather not say right now, it’s personal.

OZZY_IDLE: Just know that it might have been our final straw.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: So, that’s the end of you and Grace?

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: I think it might be.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: But as sad as a break up can be…

OZZY_IDLE: Sometimes it’s for the best.

Ozzy smiles tenderly at you.

OZZY_IDLE: Sometimes it’s just not meant to be.

Ozzy holds his hand out for you to take.

Take Ozzy’s hand

You take his hand in yours.

You hold each other gently for a moment as Ozzy prepares his next words.

He looks into your eyes, almost shyly.

Don’t take Ozzy’s hand

You keep your hands where they are.

PLAYER_IDLE: Carry on, Ozzy.

Ozzy awkwardly retracts his hand.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, sure, of course.

Ozzy takes a deep breath.

OZZY_IDLE: So, basically…

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: How can I say this?

OZZY_IDLE: You should have been my day one.

OZZY_FLIRTY: From the moment I saw you, I felt something.

OZZY_FLIRTY: And I know it sounds bad, but I wish Grace hadn’t picked me.

OZZY_IDLE: I wanted you to pick me.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You did?

OZZY_SAD: Yeah, I guess things just didn’t turn out that way.

OZZY_IDLE: And since then I’ve tried hard to get to know you as much as I could.

OZZY_SAD: But I suppose I had to give Grace most of my attention.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I know we’ve had our little flirty moments.

OZZY_FLIRTY: That day alone on the terrace.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Low key, we nearly kissed.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Our lips did touch briefly didn’t they?

OZZY_FLIRTY: Trust me. I know.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Kept me up all night, wishing I’d not backed out.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You ran your fingers through my hair.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Kept me up all night. It was so hot.

OZZY_FLIRTY: We had such a good chat. A proper flirty one.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I remember.

OZZY_FLIRTY: That time you and Amelia came to investigate me.

OZZY_FLIRTY: We ended up having a cheeky flirt in front of her.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: She got a little uncomfortable.

OZZY_FLIRTY: The sparks were flying.

OZZY_HAPPY: And that frisky lapdance you gave me in the rodeo challenge.

OZZY_HAPPY: I’m supposed to be the dancing pro, but that blew me away.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: The kiss wasn’t bad either.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Not bad? It was great.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I felt like the luckiest guy there when you picked me.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Even way back earlier in our journey together.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Like that time you complimented my abs on day one!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Still cracking those diamonds?

OZZY_HAPPY: Always!

OZZY_FLIRTY: Chilling in the pool together just chatting is something I’ll always remember.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I felt such a connection in that moment. I really wanted to kiss you.

OZZY_FLIRTY: And these are some of the best things I’ve experienced in the villa so far.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I just wish we’d had time for more of them.

OZZY_FLIRTY: But, I don’t want to waste any more of my time.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I want me and you to be something more, something special.

OZZY_IDLE: How do you feel about me saying all this, {0}?

I feel the same way

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m so happy you’ve said it, I feel exactly the same.

OZZY_HAPPY: You don’t understand how great it is to hear you say that.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I’ve wanted this since that time on the terrace, when we almost kissed.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh yeah?

OZZY_FLIRTY: Well, maybe now’s the time to finally finish what we started?

OZZY_FLIRTY: Would this be a good time to share our first proper kiss?

Snog Ozzy

PLAYER_FLIRTY: This is the perfect time.

You lean into Ozzy and wrap your arms around him.

You run your fingers up through his hair and pull him close to you.

You push your lips against his and close your eyes.

The kiss is a culmination of days of sexual tension.

His hands caress the back of your neck as he holds you.

The kiss is passionate, intense and full of longing.

He draws back and smiles at you.

OZZY_FLIRTY: That was so worth the wait.

Teasing kiss on cheek

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If by first kiss you mean this.

You lean into Ozzy and place a delicate kiss on his cheek.

He smiles and blushes slightly.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Perfect. I can’t wait to see where we go from here.

No kisses

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s take this slow, it’s too soon for a first kiss.

OZZY_IDLE: Sure, I understand. It is a big step.

OZZY_HAPPY: We don’t need to rush anything.

I’m interested but not ready to commit

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m interested, but I’m not ready to commit yet.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re both coupled up with other people.

OZZY_IDLE: I get that.

You’re in my friendzone

PLAYER_IDLE: This doesn’t change anything, Ozzy.

PLAYER_IDLE: Me and you are good friends, and I’m happy for us to stay that way.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok. I feel a bit silly now.

Suddenly, {0} appears at the swing seat.

{0}_SERIOUS: Hey, {1}. I really need to talk to you over at the pool.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Talk? About what?

{0}_SERIOUS: Just trust me, it’s important.

{0} looks over at Ozzy.

{0}_SERIOUS: You might as well come too, Ozzy.

OZZY_IDLE: Ok, sure.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Do you think he just saw us kiss?

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know.

OZZY_IDLE: Well, that sounded important. We best go check out what’s going on.

You and Ozzy head over to the pool.

You arrive at the pool to find the rest of the Islanders gathered together.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What’s going on?

BELLA_IDLE: Not a clue.

AMELIA_IDLE: He just told us all to stand here and wait for him.

{0}_IDLE: He was running about all over the place.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, he’s planning something.

CHLOE_HAPPY: I’m kind of excited by all this.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Did you two have a nice chat?

OZZY_SAD: Grace, leave it please.

GRACE_ANGRY: Why should I?

Before the tension between Grace and Ozzy can escalate, {0} appears.

{0}_IDLE: Hey guys, can I get your attention please.

The Islanders all turn to listen to {0}.

{0}_IDLE: What is it, bro?

BELLA_IDLE: Yeah, why have you gathered us all here?

{0}_SERIOUS: Ok. Well, that Doghouse challenge didn’t bring out the best of all of us.

{0}_IDLE: But I think it might have inspired the best of me!

OZZY_SERIOUS: Seriously, bro, what are you talking about?

{0}_IDLE: If everybody could just sit down where they are.

CHLOE_IDLE: Ok, but the suspense is too much!

The Islanders all sit down at the poolside.

You go to join them.

{0}_IDLE: No, not you, {1}!

{0}_FLIRTY: I need you to stay right where you are.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really? Why?

{0}_IDLE: This is all about you.

The other Islanders whisper amongst themselves.

{0}_SERIOUS: Guys, if I could just get a bit of quiet for a moment, please.

The crowd of seated Islanders falls silent.

{0}_IDLE: Thanks, guys.

He looks back at you. He holds your gaze sincerely.

{0}_FLIRTY: Right, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I’ve asked you here because I have something important to say.

{0}_IDLE: So important that I thought I should say it in front of everybody.

He gestures to the others.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s a special moment, just for you!

PLAYER_IDLE: Just for me? Then why are the others watching?

ELLIOT_SERIOUS: Yeah, if this is just for {0}, why crowd us around?

{0}_HAPPY: You guys are not a crowd, you’re an audience!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: An audience?

{0} suddenly runs to the other side of the garden.

PLAYER_IDLE: Where are you going now?

If ROBERTO

Roberto returns holding a large plastic bowl and a rolling pin.

PLAYER_IDLE: Are you planning on doing some baking, Roberto?

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Not quite.

Roberto hands the bowl and pin to {0}.

ROBERTO_IDLE: I’m going to need your help, bro.

{0}_IDLE: Ok? What do you need me to do?

ROBERTO_IDLE: Take a seat, I’ll let you know when I need you.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: As you know, {0}, I’m not a great dancer.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: But that hasn’t stopped me from wanting to dance into your heart.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’re going to dance for me?

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Yes!

Roberto strikes a pose, standing proud and still.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Anybody can be a great dancer, you just need the right beat!

Roberto points over at {0}.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Hit it, {0}!

{0}_HAPPY: Here goes!

{0} proceeds to bang out a simple rhythm with the bowl and rolling pin.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: Sick beat, bro!

As the sound of the beating drum continues, Roberto begins to sway.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Now, check this out!

Roberto begins an obviously rehearsed dance routine.

He awkwardly moves his feet from side to side.

CHLOE_HAPPY: He asked me for a few tips.

OZZY_HAPPY: Should have asked me!

Roberto continues with his routine, utterly focussed.

He smiles at you as he shuffles earnestly towards you.

He leaps and twirls in the air, stumbling a little as he lands in front of you.

He holds out his hand.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: May I have this dance?

Yes, yes, yes!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s dance, baby!

Roberto takes your hand in his.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: You make me want to be better.

He places his other hand on your waist as you do the same.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Follow my lead.

Roberto steps, you step. The two of you sway and turn in a romantic waltz.

Roberto’s moves are slightly awkward, but you can tell that he is trying his best.

{0} continues to beat the bowl joyfully, speeding up the beat as the dance almost reaches a crescendo.

Roberto twirls you around and leans you back into his strong arms.

The villa falls silent as Roberto looks into your eyes.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I’d dance with you forever if I could.

Roberto pulls you back up, and smiles at you.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Practice makes perfect.

Roberto turns to the others and takes a bow.

Nope!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You carry on. I’ll just watch.

Roberto awkwardly pulls his hand back.

ROBERTO_EMBARRASSED: Oh, ok, well… I’d kind of practised a two person dance.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: I guess I’ll have to improvise.

Roberto closes his eyes and throws his arms out wide.

He opens his eyes and looks at you.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: You make me want to be better, {0}.

He places his hands on his waist and thrusts rhythmically to the beat.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I guess I’ll follow my own lead.

Roberto steps and sways his way into a solo romantic waltz.

He holds his arms out, cradling an empty space.

Roberto’s moves are slightly awkward, but you can tell that he is trying his best.

{0} continues to beat the bowl joyfully, speeding up the beat as the dance almost reaches a crescendo.

Roberto twirls around and claps to the beat.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: And for the grand finale!

Roberto leaps into the air and performs a clunky version of a jumping pirouette.

He lands it remarkably well.

The villa falls silent as Roberto looks into your eyes.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Practice makes perfect.

Roberto turns to the other Islanders and takes a bow.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Wow!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: That was beautiful! Your moves have improved!

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m a little jealous actually.

Roberto looks at you and smiles.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: So, {0}, what did you think of that dance?

If JAMAL

Jamal returns holding a roughly collected bunch of flowers.

PLAYER_IDLE: Are they for me?

JAMAL_FLIRTY: They sure are, beautiful!

Thank Jamal for the flowers

PLAYER_IDLE: Thanks, Jamal! They’re beautiful.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: They’re the best I could find.

JAMAL_HAPPY: Also, don’t get too attached to them, I might have to put them back.

JAMAL_HAPPY: Not sure I was supposed to dig up the garden!

Turn down the flowers

PLAYER_IDLE: You can keep those, Jamal.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Or maybe return them to the dirt where you found them.

JAMAL_EMBARRASSED: Wow, {0}, that’s Cold.

JAMAL_SAD: Not sure you’re gonna enjoy what else I have in store then.

Jamal points over to a sheet laid on the grass.

PLAYER_IDLE: What’s that?

JAMAL_IDLE: Ah, let me show you.

Jamal walks over to the sheet, he dramatically whips it into the air, revealing a flower display beneath.

JAMAL_HAPPY: I tried to write your name in a heart with the remaining flowers.

You look over at the display on the ground.

JAMAL_HAPPY: It’s the best I could do.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: You know me, I’m not the most sentimental kind of guy.

JAMAL_IDLE: I’m not big into speeches and gestures.

ROBERTO_SERIOUS: Great. Let me finish mine then.

JAMAL_SERIOUS: But what I have to say. I can’t keep it inside any longer.

JAMAL_SERIOUS: I’m sorry, Roberto. But this can’t wait.

JAMAL_HAPPY: I say it like it is, and I am what I am.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: And that’s straight from the heart.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: These other guys may be a bit smoother. A bit more mature.

JAMAL_EMBARRASSED: Maybe their lives are a little more together than mine.

Jamal looks deep into your eyes.

JAMAL_IDLE: But now I’ve met you, {0}. My life feels more complete than it ever has.

Jamal looks over at the other Islanders.

JAMAL_IDLE: That’s it guys I’m done. Go back to whatever you were doing.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Wow, Jamal, that was so honest!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: You do you, Jamal! Never change.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m a little jealous actually.

Jamal looks at you and smiles.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: So, {0}, what did you think of my little display?

If LEWIE

Lewie returns holding a piece of paper.

PLAYER_IDLE: What’s with the paper, Lewie?

LEWIE_EMBARRASSED: Well, I’ve never done a speech in front of people before.

LEWIE_EMBARRASSED: It’s kind of nerve wracking.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’re about to do a speech?

LEWIE_IDLE: Yeah, I wanted to write a speech about how I feel for you.

ROBERTO_SERIOUS: Wait in line, buddy.

LEWIE_HAPPY: I’m sorry, Roberto. This can’t wait.

LEWIE_HAPPY: Had to hype myself for five minutes to gather the courage. Can’t stop now.

LEWIE_HAPPY: You’ve inspired me to get over my fear of public-speaking, {0}.

LEWIE_HAPPY: And I’ve had plenty of time to work on my pen game.

LEWIE_IDLE: So I figured I’d give it a shot. Why not?

Lewie closes his eyes, takes a deep breath.

He opens his eyes, looks at you and begins to speak.

LEWIE_FLIRTY: So, {0}. I want to say a few things.

You notice that the paper is shaking in Lewie’s hands.

LEWIE_IDLE: I…

Lewie composes himself for a moment.

LEWIE_EMBARRASSED: Wow, this is harder than I thought it would be.

LEWIE_IDLE: Anyway, I want to speak from the heart.

LEWIE_IDLE: And to do that I wanted to do something that scared me.

LEWIE_SAD: And, believe me, speaking like this does that.

LEWIE_IDLE: But, sometimes you need to be scared to realise what you really want.

LEWIE_FLIRTY: And what I really want is you, {0}.

LEWIE_IDLE: From the first recoupling, when you picked me I knew that we were special.

LEWIE_IDLE: I might not be able to sing like Ryan, or make people laugh like Jamal.

LEWIE_IDLE: Or even be as good looking as someone like Roberto.

LEWIE_IDLE: But I can say one thing that they can’t.

PLAYER_IDLE: And, what’s that?

LEWIE_HAPPY: That I’ve been picked twice by you!

LEWIE_FLIRTY: There’s been two couplings, and both times I’ve walked away with you.

LEWIE_HAPPY: That’s something special that only we have.

LEWIE_HAPPY: And as my coach always says Once is lucky, twice is skill.

LEWIE_FLIRTY: So I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that maybe I’ve won you over.

Lewie smiles cheekily at you.

LEWIE_HAPPY: Unless, of course, I’m just the best of a bad bunch!

OZZY_HAPPY: You have to be joking, bro!

LEWIE_HAPPY: Just jokes, guys!

LEWIE_HAPPY: You can always count on me to bring the laughs, can’t you, {0}?

Laugh

You burst out laughing.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That was hilarious, Lewie!

LEWIE_HAPPY: I knew you’d laugh at that.

LEWIE_FLIRTY: And I’m not done yet.

Cringe

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Not funny, Lewie.

LEWIE_SAD: Really? I thought you’d laugh at that.

LEWIE_EMBARRASSED: Moving swiftly on then.

Lewie concentrates hard as he reads the piece of paper.

He flips it over in his hands.

LEWIE_HAPPY: Oh, I’m done.

There is complete silence as Lewie finishes his speech.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Wow!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: That was sweet!

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m a little jealous actually.

Lewie looks at you and smiles.

LEWIE_FLIRTY: So, {0}, what did you think of my speech?

If RYAN

Ryan returns holding a hairbrush like a microphone.

PLAYER_IDLE: What’s with the hairbrush, Ryan?

RYAN_EMBARRASSED: Well, I’ve never performed in front of an audience like this before.

RYAN_EMBARRASSED: It’s kind of nerve wracking.

RYAN_IDLE: This hairbrush gives me something to hold on to at least.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You’re about to perform?

RYAN_IDLE: Yeah, I wanted to sing a song about you.

RYAN_HAPPY: You’ve inspired me to get over my stage fright.

RYAN_HAPPY: And I’ve had plenty of time to work on my lyrics game.

RYAN_IDLE: So I figured I’d give it a shot. Why not?

Ryan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

He opens his eyes, looks at you and begins to sing.

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ Just a heart in search of a place to be… ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ Roaming this land for some company. ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ Far beneath the moonlit sky of diamonds… ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ I found my way to this sun-drenched island. ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ A boy in search of comfort, a boy in search of love… ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ I found a girl showered in sunlight from above. ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ She chose me once, she chose me twice… ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ Two parts of one heart, entwined for life. ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ As the beach days pass like the sands of time… ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: ♫ Kissing sweet sugary lips, like lemon and lime. ♫

Ryan smiles at you. He continues to sing into the hairbrush.

RYAN_FLIRTY: ♫ And I sing these lyrics to this girl so fine… ♫

RYAN_FLIRTY: Maybe she’d like to finish the next line?

He points the hairbrush at your mouth.

RYAN_FLIRTY: So I dream that one day, we can be together…

Finish the line sweetly

PLAYER_FLIRTY: ♫ … Our romance could blossom and last forever! ♫

RYAN_HAPPY: Perfect, {0}.

Finish the line jokingly

PLAYER_HAPPY: ♫ … Keep dreaming Ryan, you’ll be single forever! ♫

RYAN_SAD: I didn’t expect you to be such a tough critic, {0}.

Ryan closes his eyes and finishes his song with some melodic harmonising.

He opens his eyes to complete silence.

RYAN_IDLE: That’s it. Performance over.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Wow!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: That was beautiful! What a voice!

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m a little jealous actually.

{0}_IDLE: Can I have my hairbrush back now?

Ryan hands the hairbrush to {0}.

Ryan looks at you and smiles.

RYAN_FLIRTY: So, {0}, what did you think of my song?

That was perfect

PLAYER_HAPPY: That was absolutely amazing, {0}!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy you think that, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I was worried that you wouldn’t like it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: How could I not like that dance?!

PLAYER_HAPPY: How could I not like those flowers?!

PLAYER_HAPPY: How could I not like that speech?!

PLAYER_HAPPY: How could I not like that song?!

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks, {1}. That means a lot.

{0}_FLIRTY: Glad you enjoyed it!

*Shower {0} with kisses

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let me show you how much I enjoyed it.

You jump into the air towards {0}.

He catches you in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist.

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh, {1}!

You kiss him excitedly, placing quick intimate kisses all over his face.

Moving up from his neck, to his cheeks, and finally to his lips.

You feel his strong arms tighten around you as you kiss him passionately on the mouth.

He moans softly as you bite his lip gently, and he puts you back down on the ground.

Kiss on cheek

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I enjoyed it so much you get this.

You lean over to {0} and kiss him on the cheek.

{0}_HAPPY: Glad you enjoyed it, {1}!

Give him a hug

You wrap your arms around {0} and give him a squeeze.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was great.

{0}_HAPPY: Glad you enjoyed it, {1}!

That was embarrassing

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: That was one of the most cringe things I’ve ever seen.

(A/N: 💀💀💀)

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Oh, really? Sorry, I guess.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I don’t think you should ever dance again!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I think you should put those flowers back where you found them!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Public speaking really isn’t your forte, is it?

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I don’t think you should ever sing again!

AMELIA_SAD: That’s a bit harsh, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m just saying how I feel.

{0}_SAD: It’s fine. I did what I needed to do.

{0}_SAD: You can’t always get what you want, I suppose.

I’m speechless

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I’m completely lost for words.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s fine, no pressure to tell me how you feel about it.

{0}_FLIRTY: I just needed to tell you how I feel.

Everyone else gets to their feet.

OZZY_IDLE: That sure took some backbone.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Well, that was definitely… something.

{0}_IDLE: It wasn’t easy.

ELLIOT_IDLE: Making moves on someone else’s partner is never easy!

{0}_SERIOUS: Isn’t that exactly what you did?

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Guys, there’s no drama here.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I rate anyone that follows their heart.

Elliot smiles at you before heading into the villa.

{0}_IDLE: I wonder where he’s going?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I wouldn’t mind somebody doing something like this for me.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Message received.

{0}_FLIRTY: Looks like he won you over with that one, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Game, set, and match!

{0}_FLIRTY: I think I’d have been a bit more subtle trying to impress you, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: He went way over the top!

{0}_IDLE: That whole thing has left me speechless too!

{0}_IDLE: The words escape me.

Ozzy approaches and whispers to you.

OZZY_IDLE: Wow, {0}, that was unexpected.

OZZY_SURPRISED: I’m surprised you were so impressed by that.

OZZY_SERIOUS: Especially after what you said to me.

OZZY_IDLE: I’m surprised you were so impressed by that.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Maybe I should have made a big gesture?

OZZY_IDLE: I’m glad you enjoyed it though.

OZZY_IDLE: I’m genuinely happy for you.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: You were so right to be embarrassed by that.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: I can still feel my skin crawling.

OZZY_IDLE: I’d be lost for words also.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I’m glad I’m a little more subtle when it comes to gestures.

OZZY_IDLE: I’d be lost for words also.

OZZY_IDLE: I think he was trying his best though.

GRACE_SERIOUS: What are you two talking about now?

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Nothing.

{0}_IDLE: Hey, {1}. There’s one more thing.

{0}_IDLE: I need to quickly pull you for a private chat.

{0}_IDLE: Follow me.

You walk over to the daybeds with {0}.

You sit down beside {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, no matter what the others thought of that, I’m glad I did it.

{0}_HAPPY: And I’m glad you liked it.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Although, I wish you’d liked it more.

{0}_IDLE: Even if I’m still unsure what you thought of it.

{0}_IDLE: It took a lot to put my heart out there like that.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

{0}_HAPPY: And somehow make it even better next time!

{0}_HAPPY: And maybe not embarrass myself so much next time.

{0}_IDLE: And maybe get some positive words from you next time.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I realise I might have come on a little strong with that whole thing.

{0}_IDLE: But you’re the only girl I have any feelings for.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You made that pretty clear.

{0}_HAPPY: I had to. There’s nobody else I would want to be with.

{0}_IDLE: I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

{0} looks at you seriously for a moment.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I didn’t realise that Elliot breaking us up would hurt so much.

{0}_IDLE: But, who knows, maybe the next recoupling will bring us back together?

{0}_FLIRTY: Until then, we could maybe do our best to get back to how we were?

{0}_FLIRTY: How do you feel about being in an unofficial couple with me?

Yes, of course

PLAYER_HAPPY: Definitely! We should be together, even when we’re not together.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, no barriers should stand between what we have.

{0}_HAPPY: Hopefully the next recoupling isn’t too far away.

Nope

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I don’t want to be in a couple with you, {0}.

{0}_SAD: Oh… Alright.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I can’t say I didn��t try. I thought I’d pulled out all the stops.

PLAYER_IDLE: You definitely tried.

{0}_IDLE: Thanks for letting me know where your head’s at.

{0}_IDLE: I’d be lying if I said I could switch my feelings off for you in an instant.

{0}_SAD: But point taken.

Let’s not put a label on it

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not put a label on it just yet.

{0}_IDLE: Oh, ok, no problem.

{0}_IDLE: Good to know I’m still in the running though.

{0}_IDLE: This is a bit of a turning point for us.

Suddenly you hear a voice calling out!

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Hey, {0}! Come and join me on the terrace.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I’ve got something important to show you.

You look back at {0}.

{0}_SERIOUS: Looks like Elliot is trying to steal my thunder.

{0}_IDLE: I wish him the best of luck.

{0}_HAPPY: But after what you just said to me, I think he might struggle.

{0}_IDLE: You should probably go and talk to him.

{0}_IDLE: He is still your partner after all.

{0}_HAPPY: Technically, anyway.

You head up to the terrace to see what Elliot wants to show you.

Elliot has scattered flower petals around the terrace.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Hey, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Is this all for me?

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Yeah, I managed to find a few pretty petals for you.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Didn’t know how to follow up {0}’s poolside gesture.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Decided I’ll leave my big romantic acts for a bit later.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: When we know a little more about each other.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re not jealous of {0} are you?

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Doesn’t matter what I thought.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: You certainly looked impressed.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: {0}’s gesture really caught me off guard.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I was cringing just watching, I couldn't imagine being in your shoes.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not the smoothest of movers.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I think if he’d have made eye contact with me whilst doing that I would have winced.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was that cringe?

ELLIOT_HAPPY: It was up there. Top ten cringiest things I’ve seen.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I can’t promise big theatrics like him.

PLAYER_IDLE: {0}’s gesture really had me speechless.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I don’t know if that was in a good or a bad way.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I think if he’d have made eye contact with me whilst doing that I would have winced.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You found it <i>that</i> cringe?

ELLIOT_HAPPY: It was up there. Top ten cringiest things I’ve seen.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I can’t promise big theatrics like him.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I’m a little more reserved in my moves.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I can turn it on if I need to…

Elliot smiles at you charmingly.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: If something is worth fighting for.

Elliot brushes a hand through his thick blonde hair.

ELLIOT_IDLE: You’ve been getting a lot of attention today.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Tell me about it.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I thought it best that I didn’t miss my chance.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: So, that’s why I asked you up here.

ELLIOT_IDLE: To show you exactly what I have to offer.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And what’s that?

Elliot rubs his chin and thinks for a moment.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Err me. Just me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Right.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: That sounded underwhelming when I said it. Hear me out.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I felt an instant connection on our date.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Even with {0} sat a few feet away.

ELLIOT_IDLE: You make me feel like I can be myself. As though I’ve known you for ages.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: And, yeah, I am jealous of {0}.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Not because he’s more romantic or anything like that.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Just because he’s gotten to spend more time with you.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: That’s honestly all I want.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: For me and you to just be ourselves alone together.

Elliot sits down on the terrace seating.

He reaches over and picks up a silk blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I like things to be small scale and intimate.

He holds the blanket out, creating a space for you to jump in and snuggle up to him.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: So, shall we just be ourselves and get cosy up here together, {0}?

*Jump in and snuggle

You jump into Elliot’s open arms and snuggle up into the soft blanket.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Now, this is more me.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: You can’t beat getting cosy and close.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: This is really nice.

ELLIOT_IDLE: I have a question for you. If we’re getting to know each other openly.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Go on.

ELLIOT_IDLE: What do you think people’s first impression of you is?

Loud and opinionated

PLAYER_FLIRTY: When people meet me they defo think I’m loud and opinionated.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: That’s interesting.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I love that about you.

Quiet, introverted and intelligent

PLAYER_IDLE: They probably think I’m quiet, introverted and intelligent.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: That’s interesting.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I caught the intelligent part pretty early on. I love that side of you.

Friendly, relaxed and open-minded

PLAYER_HAPPY: Probably that I’m friendly, relaxed and open-minded.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: That’s interesting.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I caught the open-minded part immediately. I love that side of you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Is that how I came across when you first met me?

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’m still trying to figure it out.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I think you’re more than one thing.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I love that you’re kind of mysterious.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I feel like I could spend a lifetime with you and not know enough.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: That’s why I’m happy taking it slow in a blanket with you.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I feel like we have all the time in the world together.

Flirt with him

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, I’m enjoying it too.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: So, I know you can do it slowly... Can you go fast as well?

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I can do whatever you want me to do.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Be careful making promises you can’t keep.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You don’t know what I’m thinking just yet…

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I can think of a few things.

Play hard to get

PLAYER_IDLE: I hope this slower pace doesn’t bore me.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I like to think I’m interesting enough to stop that from happening.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I hope so too.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I love how you just say it as it is. It’s hot.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Loud, opinionated and trouble, indeed.

Pretend he’s sent you to sleep

You close your eyes and pretend to drift off.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sorry, were you still talking? I drifted off quickly there.

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: Yowsers, {0}! You know how to keep me on my toes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Might have to up the ante if you want to keep me awake.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Up the ante. Got it.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I learn something new about you every chat we have.

PLAYER_IDLE: What have you learnt in this chat?

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Well, what you think people think of you.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: That you like being yourself around people.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: And that I love snuggling in a blanket with you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That last one is something you’ve learnt about yourself.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I guess. I do just love being in a blanket, full stop, to be honest.

ELLIOT_IDLE: You can even catch me in a blanket on my streams sometimes.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: You’ve gotta be comfy when you’re doing 16 hour sessions.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: 16 hours?!

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Once a good thing starts…

He looks down at your lips.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Why let it finish?

Snog Elliot

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s get it started then.

You place your hand behind Elliot’s head and slowly lean in towards him.

As your lips press against his own, you feel his hands behind your back, urging you closer.

The kiss is long and passionate as your tongues gently meet. Finally, you slowly pull away.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: 16 hours under a blanket with you doesn’t sound like enough time.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh doesn’t it?

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Nowhere near enough time.

Give Elliot a kiss on his cheek

You playfully lean towards Elliot, your face tantalisingly close to his own, your lips a breath apart.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: This is for making me smile.

You pout your lips before giving him a peck on the cheek.

As you lean away, you notice Elliot blushing.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: If that’s for making you smile, what do I get for making you laugh?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Don’t get ahead of yourself.

Have a cosy cuddle

You lean in to Elliot and pull him into a warm and cosy hug.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nothing beats a nice cuddle.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Agreed.

As you pull away, Elliot beams at you.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’ve had a lovely time up here with you, {0}.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Nice to get away and just be ourselves.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: That’s what I’m all about.

ELLIOT_IDLE: It’s so important for me to feel like I can be honest around a girl.

ELLIOT_IDLE: And with you, there’s no act.

ELLIOT_IDLE: This is who I am.

No thanks

PLAYER_IDLE: No thank you, Elliot

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Are you sure?

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: This could be one of those cute little moments that you never forget.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Something that we’ll look back at and smile about.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: So, wanna get all wrapped up?

(If you say yes, jump back to *)

Nope, not happening

PLAYER_IDLE: No thanks, Elliot. I’m not interested.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: No worries, {0}. I’ll keep myself company.

Elliot wraps the blanket around him.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Snug as a bug in a rug!

Suddenly, the door to the terrace swings open.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Here you are!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What’s going on?

GRACE_SERIOUS: I’ve just spoken to Ozzy.

GRACE_SERIOUS: And he’s just told me everything.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: About what?

ELLIOT_SURPRISED: Yeah, what’s Ozzy done?

Grace glares at Elliot.

GRACE_SERIOUS: This is between me and {0}.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Don’t worry, I’ll cover my ears.

Grace looks back at you.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Let’s go inside. Nobody else needs to hear this.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: That looks serious. I won’t get in the way.

You head into the bedroom to talk to Grace, Elliot looks a little taken aback by this drama.

GRACE_ANGRY: How could you break girl code like this?!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Erm…

GRACE_ANGRY: Me and Ozzy might be a bit rocky, but you didn’t have to…

GRACE_ANGRY: Start cracking on with him already!

GRACE_ANGRY: I thought you had my back!

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Me and Ozzy might be a bit rocky, but...

GRACE_ANGRY: I can’t believe you told him you’re interested in him!

GRACE_ANGRY: You know how I feel about him.

GRACE_ANGRY: I thought you had my back!

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Ozzy told me about your private little chat earlier?!

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: He admitted he told you he was into you!

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I put him in the friendzone.

GRACE_SAD: Yeah, he said. Doesn’t make it sting any less though!

AMELIA_SURPRISED: What’s going on, girls?

{0}_SURPRISED: Yeah, this sounds a bit tense.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Ozzy is into {0}!

{0}_SURPRISED: What?!

AMELIA_SAD: Let’s try and keep things chill, ok girls?

{0}_SURPRISED: How do you know this, Grace?

GRACE_SERIOUS: Ozzy told me. His exact words were I’m into {0}.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ozzy said that?

GRACE_SERIOUS: Don’t act like you don’t know.

GRACE_ANGRY: You told him you’re into him!

GRACE_ANGRY: He told me that you and him have had plenty of private moments together.

GRACE_ANGRY: Holding hands with each other!

GRACE_ANGRY: Telling him how sexy his abs are!

GRACE_ANGRY: Private gym sessions when I’m not looking!

GRACE_ANGRY: Flirting in the pool with each other!

GRACE_ANGRY: Stroking each other’s hair.

GRACE_ANGRY: You even kissed each other!

GRACE_ANGRY: Behind my back when I’m coupled up with him?

GRACE_ANGRY: Do you understand how this makes me feel?

GRACE_ANGRY: Are you and Ozzy really a thing?

Me and Ozzy should be together

PLAYER_IDLE: Everybody knows that you and Ozzy have been drifting apart.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And me and Ozzy have been getting closer.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: So, yeah, one day we will probably be a couple.

GRACE_ANGRY: And that day is gonna be soon, is it?

Me and Ozzy are friends

PLAYER_SERIOUS: No matter what’s happened between me and Ozzy, we are just friends.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Well, he sure sounds like he wants to be more than just friends.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I can’t help that. It’s not my job to tell him how to feel.

I don’t need to explain myself

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t feel like having the conversation.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: And I definitely don’t think I need to explain myself.

GRACE_SERIOUS: That’s not what I hoped a friend would say.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I don’t know what to say.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Well, Ozzy said he’s had a thing for you from day one.

GRACE_SERIOUS: And his head hasn’t stopped turning your way since.

GRACE_SAD: Do you understand how this makes me feel?

GRACE_SAD: Do you think you and Ozzy could become a thing?

My feelings for Ozzy could grow

PLAYER_IDLE: Nothing has happened with me and Ozzy yet, but…

GRACE_SURPRISED: But, what?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: But things could develop.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Seriously, {0}?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If Ozzy is more into me than you, why wouldn’t I consider it.

GRACE_ANGRY: I don’t know, maybe because of a little thing called Girl Code!

Nothing will happen between me and Ozzy

PLAYER_IDLE: There will never be anything between me and Ozzy.

PLAYER_IDLE: He should probably focus on you.

GRACE_IDLE: Thanks for reassuring me, {0}.

GRACE_IDLE: It’s times like this when I need a friend like you.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Not that I’m not raging at Ozzy still though!

I don’t want to get involved in this

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to get involved in your relationship drama.

PLAYER_IDLE: This has got nothing to do with me.

GRACE_SAD: Really? Ok, I’m sorry for coming at you like that.

GRACE_SAD: I’m angry at him, not you.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I hope we can move past this.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I really think we should try to keep the drama to a minimum, girls.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swings open.

OZZY_SERIOUS: We couldn’t help overhearing.

{0}_SERIOUS: Yeah, things are sounding a little heated.

Then, the door to the terrace swings open also.

ELLIOT_EMBARRASSED: Guys, is everything ok in here?

GRACE_ANGRY: Looks like all the boys are gathering around {0}... again!

GRACE_SERIOUS: Maybe it’s time you made a choice.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Looks like all the boys are interested in you, {0}!

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Maybe it’s time you made a choice.

GRACE_SAD: Looks like these boys don’t want to be in your friendzone.

GRACE_SAD: Maybe it’s time you made a choice.

You stare between Grace and the three boys who look at you with bated breath.

NARRATOR: These romantic gestures have caused some big old drama for {0}. What a song and a dance that all was!

NARRATOR: If you can call what Roberto did a dance.

NARRATOR: The villa gardener’s raging about Jamal’s flowery gesture!

NARRATOR: I’m speechless! Sadly the same can’t be said for Lewie.

NARRATOR: If you can call what Ryan did a song.

NARRATOR: I haven’t seen this many gestures since I saw a bust-up between a mime artist and an orchestra conductor.

NARRATOR: But have any of the gestures captured {0}’s heart?

NARRATOR: Find out next time on Love Island!

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