#i don't need a meteorologist to tell me that

[jadewritesficshere]

Hold me close as you drift off to sleep

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie spends the night for the first time

Contents: no use of gendered pet names,, no physical descriptions of reader but clothes are described, mentions of nervousness, mentions of sharing a toothbrush which leads to mentions of spit kink, no actual smut but allusions to it,

MDNI 18+ only

You slowly looked over your pajama choice in the mirror. A pair of warm plaid pants and a t-shirt from years ago that was faded and soft in the most comfortable way. You weren't sure why you were so nervous about this, you and Eddie had seen each other in many different clothes and lack thereof.

But there was something different about spending the first night together. The first time sleeping together, and by sleeping you actually mean it in the sense of the word. Snoozing. Dreaming. Resting. Snoring-

Oh God what if you snored? You bit your lip as the anxiety started to rise. You didn't think you snored, but what if you did? What if you walked in your sleep? Or worse, what if you talked and shared all your secrets (the most important being you loved Eddie, but you didn't think it was that big of a secret).

The door to your bedroom creaked open, causing your eyes to dart over. Eddie walks in, dumping his clothes on the floor. The white tank top clings to his lean torso, the ill fitting red plaid pants rolled up at the hems. Eddie smiles at you slightly before sighing loudly. You stomach turns until Eddie gestures to his pants," Well, one of us is gonna have to change."

A laugh escapes you just as your worries do. This is Eddie. Your Eddie. There is no need to be nervous.

You walk over to the bed and crawl in," Should have packed a bag just in case. You saw the forecast was calling for snow." Eddie scoffs slightly but crawls into bed," You're my weather.. guide? the weather diviner...the weather-" "meteorologist" "Yeah that! You're that. Wayne watches the news, not me. They just want you to see one side." Eddie pulls the blankets up to his chin and bats his lashes at you," You're my meteorologist and you didn't tell me. Almost like you wanted this to happen."

You smile as you roll your eyes," Yes Edward, I wanted you all to myself and chose to not tell you so that way you had to borrow clothes from whatever was left here by Steve and Robin." "Oh, I'm not borrowing, these are mine now. Finders keepers." Eddie winks at you.

Eddie reaches over and turns off the lamp, letting the room go dark. You blink your eyes a few times, adjusting to the lack of light. You can feel the dip in the bed where Eddie is laying next to you. Your hands almost touching. Hear his breathing cut through the deafening silence.

You look over at Eddie and find him already staring at you. "Sorry if I snore," you mumble looking into his eyes. Eddie brings up a finger and traces your cheekbone," Don't worry about it. Wayne snores, won't bother me if you sound like a chainsaw." You huff and go to turn away but Eddie holds your face towards him.

"Goodnight." Eddie whispers as he leans in and kisses you lightly. Its soft, sweet, and almost shy. You grin into the kiss. Eddie sighs and pulls back a fraction, lips barely touching. You can feel his breath against your face. You can smell peppermint- wait.

"You brush your teeth?" You ask. Eddie hums an affirmative, " Yup. Got my molars and everything. Rinsed your brush really wel-" "My brush?" Eddie looks a bit sheepish as you gape at him," My brush Edward? That's-! What? Eddie!"

Eddie blushes," We've swapped spit when kissing-" "That's different!" "Is it?". You roll away as Eddie makes grabbing hands and tries to keep you facing him. You evade his grasp and stare at the wall, feeling Eddie wrap his arms around your waist,"I'm sorry?"

You can't help but smile as Eddie kisses up and down your neck, apologizing the whole time. You grab his hand resting on your hip and interlock your fingers," It's okay i just don't want to think about it. I guess you have spit in my mouth-" "No I haven't! Wait, is that...Is that on the table cau-" "Don't press your luck tonight Eddie you know what I meant," you warn. "Shutting up" Eddie makes a motion of zipping his mouth shut.

You start to laugh and pretty soon Eddie is too. If you had had any nerves left, they would be gone now. You sigh, relaxing into the bed. The weight of Eddie's arm laid across you, holding you in place, had you feeling secure.

"Night Eddie. Don't let the bed bugs bite," you grin as you close your eyes. They snap back open a minute later as you feel the sting of Eddie's teeth lightly clamp onto your shoulder," Hey!" "No bed bugs here, just me. Your loooovveee bug." Eddie grins as you swat at him," Go to sleep!"

Eddie goes to roll over but you grasp his forearm, pulling his arm back over you. He smiles as he nuzzles his nose into your shoulder. He slides one leg and slots it between yours. Your limbs entangled in a more innocent way then normal. You smile softly as you lay there, trying to go to sleep.

You can hear Eddie's breathing even out as he falls asleep behind you. Knowing he feels safe and comfortable enough to do so makes you feel warm inside. You grin as you start to feel the edges of sleep start to overtake you.

Your eyes flutter open as the sun shines through the window. You look over at Eddie and try to stifle a laugh. His face pressed into the pillow with his hair a wild, tangled mess around him. The pillow slightly discolored from where he has drooled onto it. You can't hold it in when you realize the tank top he's wearing has shifted to reveal his entire pec to you.

Eddie slowly wakes up to your laughter, glaring at you slightly for being woken up. The grumpy look fades from his face as he realizes it's you that woke him up. Eddie sits up quickly, brushing a hand through his hair and only getting it caught once or twice. He wipes at the drool on his chin and gives you a big grin," What are you laughing at?"

You nod at his chest and he looks down. Eddie gasps dramatically," My virtue!" He fixed his top as he chuckles. You're sad to see his chest get covered. "Good morning," you say, hand reaching out to lightly graze his.

Eddie grabs your hand with his, thumb stroking the back of your hand," Good morning my dying fish" You wrinkle your brow at him," your what?" "My dying fish, you flopped around so much like a-" You cut Eddie off by hitting him with your pillow. His mouth drops open before he grabs his and hits you back.

Giggles and the sound of pillows hitting each other fill the air before Eddie tosses the pillow aside and tackles you to the bed. He kisses you before hovering over you slightly," Good morning." You grin back, tucking a stray curl behind his ear," Good morning.

Eddie grins down at you and you smile back. The warmth in his eyes causes your stomach to flutter and heart to beat faster. You don't know what he is thinking but can see the love written plainly on his face. You know that while this was only the first time he slept over, it definitely wouldn't be the last.

Eddie kisses the tip of your nose before jumping up," I'm gonna brush my teeth." He starts to giggle slightly making your eyes widen. "Eddie you better not use my brush!" You holler after him, hearing him cackle as he rushes down the hall," Edward!"

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hello To All!

Hope you all are enjoying your weekend! I read on my phone and I’m not able to find stories. If there’s a way, please tell me how.

Please suggest adult stories for me with a great/happy ending. I prefer chapter stories of adult Klaine. Any suggestions are welcome. Need something to read tonight. Thank you for all you do!

Hello, when I search from my phone, I go onto our libary blog and into the "magnifying glass/search" at the top. I type in a particular word like "adult" or "enemies to lovers" and then a whole lot of previously recommended fics appear. Alternatively download A03 app, and you can search and filter on it.

Also on AO3 check out our 2023 Klainebingo which has 191 tagged stories written 2016-23 that fandom have recommended - not all adult klaine, but definitely worth looking at.

What I've done is made a list of recommendations here of some of Klaine fics I've enjoyed, where they are adults, or mostly post college age. Some newer, some older. ~ Jen

Seven by @scatterthestars

How far would you go for someone you love? For Kurt, that means doing the unimaginable. But if it means saving his dad, he's willing to take that risk. A risk that has him leaving his home to go states away to spend a week with the last person he ever expected to meet. Over the course of the next seven days, things don't go as planned, or thought.

Can seven days change everything?

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Feel my heart's intention by @kurtsascot

Blaine started to hate Kurt on his first day. And it was a shame, really, because they could have been cute together. 

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Falling for You By @caramelcoffeeaddict Coffeeaddict80

A fic written based off a mash-up of these two prompts from the @gleepotluckbigbang prompt page -- Prompt1: During rehearsal I tripped and fell into the orchestra pit and landed on you Prompt2: I have to share a dressing room with the most obnoxious, self-centered jerk; and when you sent flowers to our dressing room, they took them assuming they were for them but they were really for me Featuring: Broadway!Kurt, PianoPlayer!Blaine, Obnoxious!Broadway!Sebastian

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Rock, paper, scissors by @gleefulpoppet

Kurt and his seven-year-old daughter are moving from the hustle and bustle of New York to the Rocky Mountains for a fresh start. On a connecting flight from Atlanta, they meet a warmhearted man who captures their attention with his enthusiasm. Will they ever see him again? And even if they do, how will he fit into their new life?

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Nashville! by @hkvoyage

Kurt lands the lead role in a new musical, but it flops during the previews. However, his performance captivates Nashville’s newest country music sensation. They share an instant connection and it grows deeper as they get to know each other. Will Kurt be able to save the musical and keep the man of his dreams? An AU meeting featuring country singer!Blaine and Broadway!Kurt.

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Made to keep your body warm by @quizasvivamos

Blaine is a meteorologist who works as a weatherman for a local New York news station where he's especially well-known for predicting storms. But, when a huge nor'easter blows in and the news crew is trapped at the station for three days by snow, can he predict what happens when he meets a young new intern?

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If music be by @blurglesmurfklaine

Kurt’s just trying to survive his last semester of college, which means making it through student teaching in one piece.

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In my place by @heartsmadeofbooks

Blaine has always been shy and introverted, so after his father dies, he looks for comfort into his childhood dream - owning a bookstore. But then Kurt Hummel walks into his life, turning his dream into a complicated affair.

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These inconvenient fireworks by @redheadgleek

After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

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Scenes from December by @spaceorphan18

An exploration of Kurt's life throughout various Decembers. The story of family and how the definition of family changes over time.

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Home away from home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

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Living Haphazard by anna_timberlake @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

Have you ever thought of getting cheated by a house broker and getting to know that you had to stay with another stranger who was also cheated? What if you are getting stuck up with the stranger in the apartment due to unavoidable circumstances? What if you hate him as well as have a crush on him? What if you had to fight your inner self and the stranger? What if he agreed on helping you which can only happen in dreams? This is a real living haphazard, isn't it?

~~~~ Someone like you by @iconicklaine

Kurt and Blaine keep up their very own version of "When Harry Met Sally" for years, a friendship fraught with sexual tension and longing, until the agendas of Adele (yes, THE Adele), a bored NY socialite and a super-sweet hetero couple bring our boys together. The only problem is... they're both in committed relationships.

Note: This story is AU after "Sexy" and assumes Kurt and Blaine graduate from Dalton in the same year. In this future fic, set in 2025, Blaine is based off of Season 2 Blaine. Originally posted on LJ and S&C.

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The Journeying By @flowerfan2

Freshly graduated from music school, Blaine is thrilled when he is chosen to stay in the cast when the production of Into the Woods he was lucky enough to be part of in Boston moves to Broadway. He knows it’s going to be hard returning to New York City – the scene of his epic breakup with his fiancé and the emotional meltdown which cost him his place at NYADA. But he’s determined that this time, everything will be different. Little does Blaine know that out of thousands of potential castmates, his director has chosen none other than Kurt Hummel to play the part of Jack. Blaine has worked hard to recover from their breakup three years ago, and struggles to find a new way to relate to Kurt and simultaneously protect himself, especially when tragedy strikes.

This story looks at what would have happened if Kurt and Blaine had reacted differently to the break up in 6x01 than they did in canon; if events hadn’t brought them back together as soon, and if forgiveness hadn’t come so easily.

[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Snowed In With You: Chapter Two

Mark Lee x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The boys have an eventful time at the store, while you and Mark listen over the phone. A harsh snowstorm begins.

Word Count: 477

Before I know it, over two hours has passed and the boys still aren't back. From my text chain going with Haechan, I know that the boys spent at least half of that time goofing off in the toy isle. Can't really be surprised that of all things that could get them distracted, it would be that.

I decide I should give them a call, wanting them to hurry up before it got too dark, I dial Haechan's number.

-"Hey, Y/N! What's up?" Haechan asks as I hear lots of clattering from the other end.

-"You guys have been gone forever, what are you doing?"

I hear someone say "I will destroy you" before hearing the sound of something banging together, there is absolutely no way these grown men are having a sword fight in department store right now. The sound of a hum comes from the other end, getting louder before I hear the swords coming into contact. Correction, the grown men are having a lightsaber fight in a department store.

-"We're in the meat isle," Haechan lies, "getting turkey."

"Watch out, Haechan, he's going for your head!" Chenle says from the background.

-"Turkey..." I begin, "right."

-"We'll be back soon, don't even worry about it."

Mark looks at me, quirking his eyebrow, "Haechan," I answer. He nods turning back to the TV before I watch his expression change quickly.

"Y/N," he starts as he turns the TV up, gesturing towards it with the remote.

'Rough Snowstorm Begins' reads the headline, "Rough snowstorm?" I mutter, putting the phone on speaker.

"Several feet of snow are to be expected, we advise everyone to stay in the house as the snow has already begun," the meteorologist warns.

-"Hey, Haechan...is it snowing over there?" I only ask because I know that the closest grocery store was 30 minutes away, the snow might not of reached there yet.

-"Yeah, why?" he chirps.

-"The news says a blizzard is starting, that people need to stay inside."

-"Shit really? Okay, we'll come back now," I hear rustling as I assume Haechan is walking around. "We gotta go," he tells the guys.

Suddenly an alarm blares on their end, "Attention shoppers, it's been brought to our attention that a blizzard has begun outside. We've been advised to make sure everyone stays inside until it passes. Please wait patiently as we determine our next steps."

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. That's not good guys." Renjun says, panic clear in his voice.

"Let's all just relax. I'm sure the storm'll be over before we know it," Jaemin tries.

-"We've gotta go now. We need to figure out what they want us to do over here," Haechan tells us.

-"Call back as soon as you can," Mark yells over.

This has got to be the worst way to ever start off a trip.

Chapter 1 ⇐ ➠ Chapter 3

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[carlosfruitsnacks]

"my rose-colored boy"

summary:

— You, a successful and famous newscaster, were known for your rosy cheeks and bright smile. However, when the superstar Camilo Madrigal and you meet, he discovers that you were the opposite of what you are on tv. Will Camilo try to break through your pessimistic attitude or will you keep locking him out, hiding the true you?

genre:

— angst to fluff, aged up, & modern au 

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— heavy cussing

a/n:

— heavily inspired by Paramore's song Rose-Colored Boy, I adore the mv so much and highly recommend watching it, enjoy !

Here it begins again, in front of this stupid mirror, over and over again for a decade. You gazed at your reflection. Your face was filled with too much make-up, heavy blush, and rose-red lipstick. Nevertheless, you looked lively and pretty. You blankly stared at yourself before taking one deep inhale, and a smile rises on your lips. A smile you're cursed to wear for years.

"[Name]? You're up, 5 minutes pronto"

A knock and voice disturb you from your thoughts. You dust off your overly red outfit and stood up from your seat as you left your dressing room. The noises of a busy network consume you as you start walking to your designated station. You take a seat and made yourself presentable in front of the cameras. A frowning man counts down behind the cameras and sends you the cue to be on air. In an instant, a beaming smile blinds the people sitting in front of their televisions at home.

"Good morning and this is Wake Up Encanto, where we deliver the most exciting and most trusted news in the entire nation. My name is [Name] [Surname] and you're watching live for today's latest news..."

As easy as clockwork, you say your overly spoken lines and deliver the details live on television for the entire country to see. Being the nation's favorite newscaster was...well, there's no perfect word to describe it. You've always wanted to be a famous news anchor, it was your childhood dream come to life, but why do you not feel the satisfaction of reaching your goal?

"Now, let's tune in to Zac Felicano for today's sports!"

You say with an unfaltering smile as you look over at your co-worker, Zac, a fellow newscaster. The guy was older than you and had more experience in the field, you two were merely friends but you felt like you and him can connect in some way.

"...We will see the winning team at the end of this season. And for the weather forecast today, let Thiago Ybarra take it away!"

Zac enthusiastically announces as the camera pans to your other co-worker, a meteorologist, Thiago. The man was around your age, just started five years ago. He was bursting with energy whenever the camera is on him as he tells the people about the weather, but you know too well he's different when the broadcast isn't on.

After a long run, it was finally the first commercial break. The atmosphere changes as the man behind the camera signals for you to move into the next part. Immediately, your, Zac, and Thiago's smiles drop to the ground revealing deadpan expressions. The three of you head into another area for today's guests to be interviewed. Zac groans.

"Ugh, who's is it this time?"

"Don't know. These celebrities coming over here are one inch away from driving me insane"

You told Zac. Thiago joins you two on the shared couch as the crew quickly made a few arrangements in the make-shift living room area for the interview. Every day, the producers of Wake Up Encanto would invite a celebrity or influencer to the show for an interview, something the folks at home apparently enjoy. A woman hands you your papers for the interview today but you bitterly looked at her and threw the papers away, scattering them in front of her face.

"No need. I've memorized the questions at this point"

You briefly say and let the poor woman pick up your script. Sooner, another cue was sent for the entire crew to get ready and invite the guest in. The three of you started adjusting your outfits and hair before turning into the camera. Again, the man behind it counts down and signals you that everything is live again. Your bright smile along with Zac and Thiago's, returned as the three of you looked into the camera.

"Hello and welcome back to Wake Up Encanto! You all know it's time for our daily interview with your favorite celebrity and influencer! Hmm, I wonder who is it this time?"

With feigned curiosity, you turn to Thiago who's the only one that had the clue about the guest today. 

"I'm sure that you [Name], Zac, and everyone in the world has heard about this guy. He's charming and handsome, and he's got the dance moves that can make you all swoon. But he's best known for his outstanding talent in movies and theater, everyone give it up for Camilo Madrigal!"

Thiago announced and clapped. You and Zac copied the man's enthusiasm as you all clapped to welcome the guest. You watched as a tall man dressed in a bright yellow suit walks in with overly cheery music playing in the background as waved to you three and the camera. He winks with a dashing smile as he walks over to the vacant chair across from the newscasters, he keeps smiling and waving while he takes a seat.

Well, for it isn't Camilo Madrigal. A promising and talented actor that have won several Oscars at this point. The actor had the guts you can give him that, but the way his smile was ear to ear and acting like he had nothing to worry about the world irks you. Camilo was the rose-colored boy in the industry, always optimistic and encouraging others to look into the bright side. It annoyed you to the core. He thinks he can solve real-world conflicts with his stupid speeches and smiles.

"So, glad you can make it here Camilo, despite your busy schedule!"

"Ah, well, yes. I'm also happy to be here right now, Zac, as you can imagine"

Camilo replies and turns to the camera again, giving his signature grin. You bite back a curse as you meet his eyes.

"I can imagine. We've heard of your latest project, Mr. Madrigal. All of us, especially, your fans are dying to know what the project's all about"

"Ay, you can call me Camilo, no need for Mr.Madrigal and all that fancy stuff. We're all friends here aren't we?"

Barely, you fucking bastard

"Hahaha, of course, of course"

You faked a laugh as Camilo sends you an irritating grin. The entirety of the interview went well as expected. Although it seems like Camilo was too thrilled to be here, the toothy smile on his face never left as he kept sending jokes left and right. You can tell that Zac and Thiago are getting exhausted from laughing along as if his jokes weren't shit. Another irksome detail, you often caught the actor's eyes on you like he was watching you the entire interview. You don't have a clue why but Camilo was acting interested in you. Eventually, the interview ends as another commercial break commences.

As soon as the camera turns off, your smile dropped. You were surprised that you managed through the whole thing without twitching an eye. Zac takes off his glasses and massages his eyes while Thiago rises from the seat to stretch and groan. For some odd reason, Camilo hasn't left the area after the interview. Instead, he carefully walks over to you when your two co-workers left you alone.

"Hey"

"The hell do you want?"

You reply coldly, barely acknowledging the shocked look on Camilo's face, obviously not expecting you to be so harsh.

"Oh nothing, I'm just trying to strike a friendly conversation. It seems like you had a rough morning today, [Name]"

"I've been having a rough morning for a fucking decade Madrigal. And also, please don't call me by my first name, we ain't friends"

"Well, won't it be great if we are?"

Camilo asked, blatantly not interested in dropping the conversation. You were bewildered that he's immune to your brash attitude, which annoyed you to the max.

"No, we can't be friends and I don't want to. Can't you see that?"

"See what?"

"That we all can't be like you, Madrigal! I'm not gonna smile for you because I don't want to! Stop acting like every little thing is a joke"

"Hey, what's the problem-"

"[Name], dressing room, now"

One of the producers interrupts Camilo. You sighed and regained your composure, you turn to Camilo with a frown.

"This conversation is over, don't ever show your face to me again, you stupid rose-colored boy"

You say and left to head to your dressing room to prepare. Camilo stood there for a long moment, concerned about your well-being and thinking about a lot of questions.

Finally, the most tiring part of your day is over. You walk out of the building with Zac and Thiago, it was the end of your day at work and you felt like you just got hit by a truck. You always felt that way for years. You three reached into the parking lot, Zac nods at you goodbye including Thiago. You waved at them as you opened your car and got in the driver's seat. You waited for both Zac and Thiago's cars to drive away before fully letting go.

"Fucking shit"

You hiccuped and began sobbing while gripping the steering wheel. You were glad that you were able to make it to your car before breaking down, you would be so embarrassed if you cried in front of your co-workers. Your breath turned shallow as your chest grew tight and endless tears streamed down your cheeks. You lay your head down on the steering wheel and continued brawling.

Behind the scenes, when the cameras are off, and when the laughter is over, you're nothing but a half-empty girl who's afraid that if she laughed she'll choke. A girl who's forced to face her own problems alone. You were a promising newscaster, a dream come true but you wished you can take it all back. It was shit. You were miserable and faking smiles so you can deliver the fucking news for the people to see you, not knowing you're suffering.

You're beyond tired. Exhausted of people telling you to look into the bright side, maybe if you wanna go blind. You're so sick of people telling you to laugh it off or smile more, it was stupid like telling a man with a broken leg to walk. Whatever enthusiasm they have to offer wasn't gonna be enough to be okay. You wondered when will people stop looking at the world with rose-tinted glasses.

It felt like an hour when you stopped crying. You wiped away the mascara tears on your cheeks with baby wipes. You took deep breaths before starting the engine and driving your way back home.

Meanwhile, Camilo paces in his room, looking over at his enormous window that displayed the entire city. The moment he laid his eyes on you in the interview, he already knew something was going on. Your smile was beautiful but even if it reached your eyes, he can tell it was fake. He knew how to fake smiles, hell, he's an actor! He can fake a lot of behaviors which made him an expert on reading body language.

Camilo couldn't shake off the worrying feeling he experienced while talking to you for the first time. You were an absolute pessimistic, based on your replies to him. He wanted to know why you acted that way, why you were so different from the person people would always see on tv.

"She's so...distant. I can see it in her eyes she's hiding something"

"Camilo, you shouldn't be prying on other people's business even if you're genuinely concerned"

"I can't help it, Mirabel! She looked like she needed help but didn't know how to ask"

"Primo, I get it. You're all sunshine and butterflies, always wanting other people to be happy before yourself. But...but not everyone is going to be that way"

Camilo stopped pacing and deeply exhaled to his cousin, Mirabel on the phone. He knew she had a point.

"Not everyone is gonna be happy with one snap of a finger. Even if she's truly going through something, you shouldn't force your way into her life and try to fix it. It's her own battle that she needs to conquer"

"Fuck, you're right. Huh, I just never guessed a beautiful newscaster like her with a bright smile would be so...sad"

"Ey, así es la vida, primo"

Mirabel gently says before hanging up. Camilo tries to rest but his mind was infested with the thought of you. He wanted to see your real smile, not the smile he'd see on tv. He wanted to hear you laugh and just live your life. Camilo was aware that success and fame came with a cost, he guess that's what happened to you. If only there's a way, but he shouldn't, he really shouldn't. Maybe if he...

You were spacing out during your work. You merely lost composure on-air, Zac and Thiago were giving you concerned looks. When the first commercial break arrived, you hurried into your dressing room and shoved all of the items off the table. You angrily looked in front of the mirror and gripped your hair. You were reaching your limit, you can feel the hot tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You can't even tell who you really are anymore.

You wish to disappear or to cry a little bit longer. You have no idea how long you can take it, pretending to be happy when you're really not. Your lip quivered and your legs feel like it's gonna give up on you. Until a knock on the door was heard. Swiftly, you pull yourself together and wiped the tears away before they can fall. You gulped.

"Come in"

With that said, you hear the door open and close. You were expecting one of the producers to give you one of their shitty positive prep talks but when you turned you gasped.

"What the fuck? Camilo Madrigal?"

"Shhhhhh! Nobody knows I'm here"

"Oh, you fucking asshat-"

Camilo, impressively disguised as a regular assistant, placed a finger between his lips and shushed you. With a roll of your eyes, you glare at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you but I know you don't have the time to schedule a time for it"

"So, you decided to come to my workplace, may I add, disguised as an assistant, all because you want to fucking talk to me?"

"Look, I'm sorry. Don't worry, nobody suspected a thing. I am a great actor after all"

You let your composure crumble as you start to panic, walking in circles and gripping your hair. This had to be the last straw, everything was bad enough until this fucking moron decided to fuck it all over.

"You absolute idiot, you can get the both of us in trouble! I never wanted to see your face but no, you decided to be an impulsive fuckwad and do it your way!"

"[Name], calm down"

"Fuck off. All I want is to be left alone for one fucking moment! I've already been through enough!"

"He-hey your eyes are getting too dark now.."

You stop rambling and look at Camilo, who's deeply concerned for you. It catches you off guard as you chuckled.

"Oh boy, you ain't ever seen my mind"

Camilo frowns at your reply. He watched you walk to the corner of the room and sank down to the floor, completely downcast. He joins you.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't even know where to start"

"Hey, I'm all ears"

The actor was not expecting you to give in and open up to him, he patiently waited as you hugged your knees to your chest. 

"I...I've always wanted to be a newscaster. When I was a kid, I'd fool around and pretend like I was telling the news in front of millions of people. My family said I was a natural"

"So...I decided to go study to be a professional newscaster. But when I graduated, my parents split up and it was the shittest day ever. I thought I would be fine because I met this guy and fell in love with him"

"He was really sweet when we got married but then all we do is argue all the time and cuss each other out from morning until evening. It took me almost a decade to finally file a divorce and just agreed we're never meant to be"

"But then an old friend decided to sue me for stealing shit and then I have to go to court and deal with it alone. After that, I have to go to therapy for everything. However, I quit because I finally get to be a newscaster after Wake Up Encanto accepted my application"

You paused, and you look over to see Camilo listening intently with patience. You almost blushed at how sympathetic he was being. You cleared your throat.

"I thought I was finally gonna be happy but no. In case you haven't known, this entire thing is bullshit and toxic. Ask Zac and Thiago. The producers are pure narcissistic assholes, putting us through shit"

"And then they'd go talk to us to give us some positive prep talk but never really cared. I just felt like I was stuck in the corner, if I lose this job I have nothing. I did what I had to do but at what cost?"

All of a sudden you feel arms wrap around your figure as you freeze. Camilo pulls you into his arms, he slowly feels you hiccuping and succumbing to his open arms. He lets you cry on his shoulder, he hugs you tighter, letting you know that he's here for you. It was like that for a long while, it was an incredibly refreshing experience for you, to feel like someone has finally got your back.

"Thank you, Camilo"

"Don't mention it, you're a strong one, [Name]"

"God, I feel like I'm gonna fucking die if you didn't do this"

You laugh and pull away. Camilo smiles sweetly and wipes away your tears as he tried fixing your hair. It was weird, your chest felt light and it seemed like you can finally breathe. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door

"[Name], you're up, three minutes asap"

"You better go now, I'll sneak away somehow"

Camilo says as he helped you up to your feet. A wild idea spans in your head as you grab the actor by his shoulder.

"Hey, when you escape, watch the news later on tv"

"Hm? Why?"

"Trust me, just turn on your tv later"

The actor nodded but before he could leave you to pull him to give a grateful kiss on the cheek, he merely chokes on his saliva.

"Thanks again, my rose-colored boy"

You smile, truly this time. Camilo's heart comes to a halt as he sees the genuine smile on your face. Holy shit, is he falling in love? Eventually, he takes his leave when you both exited the dressing room. Before the news would air, you pulled Zac to whisper something to his ear.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?"

Camilo made it home just in time to watch the news. He still couldn't get over what happened between you two in the dressing room but he was so glad that his plan worked. He looked at his tv as your face shows up on his screen.

"Hello and welcome back to Wake Up Encanto, where we deliver the most exciting and most trusted news in the entire nation. Including having the shittest and narcissistic producers in the whole country"

Camilo gasped as he held back a laugh when he heard someone gasping behind the camera too. Back in the studio, you bite back a grin when you saw the look of horror from the crew, especially the producers. Thiago was barely holding back a giggle.

"Just in my middle finger has finally showed up after years of sleeping. Ha! The guy has finally had the balls to show up!"

You slowly raise your middle finger, both flipping off the crew behind the camera and the audience at home. You smile wider.

"And let's head to Zac for some sports, oh wait, we have no sports because who fucking cares who won the game! We all know it's rigged! Hit it!"

Music started blaring and lights were flashing all over the studio. It turns out the entire broadcast was highjacked by Zac who's having the time of his life, cussing and not sitting in front of the camera. You stand up on top of the table and kicked the papers off of it. Thiago started dancing to the music as the entire crew of the Wake Up Encanto goes to shit knowing the entire thing was broadcasted live and there's no way they can save it now.

Camilo clutched his stomach from laughing so hard with tears in his eyes as he watched the pure chaos happening on his television. You were singing on top of the table, Thiago was dancing and Zac was cussing his lungs out. He knew you're gonna get fired for the stunt but from the carefree look on your face, he knew you couldn't care.

Out of nowhere, you pulled the camera close to your face with a chaotic smile on your lips. Camilo continued to watch.

"Hey! My rose-colored boy, if you're watching, how about we go out sometime, yeah? Great! I'll call you, mwah!"

You blew a kiss before the broadcast was entirely cut off. Camilo's mouth went agape, he chuckled as he ran a than through his hair with disbelief. Did you just fucking ask him out on a date while destroying the whole broadcast? Damn, you're something else.

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aaa this is really specific, and i totally get it if this isn't the type of question you typically answer and wanna pass on, but do you have any suggestions for....how to get characters into a specific place/time without making it seem forced?

for context - my character has a friend that went missing years ago, and they haven't seen each other in ages - until he shows up at the place she lives. he didn't know she would be there and she didn't know he was even still alive. problem is, i want them to reunite in this specific way, but i can't think of any reason for him to be there! do you have any suggestions for how to.. make it make sense he's there, but not make it feel forced for the narrative?

i'm sorry if this is so specific, i really don't know how to ask 😅😅 but i would love any advice you have! thank you <3

Getting Two Characters into the Same Unlikely Place

Something I'll tell you as a person whose been on the planet a long, long time... it really, truly is a small world.

Growing up, we had this really angry neighbor who hated all the kids in the neighborhood. One time, on a family vacation when I was in middle school, we had a layover at a totally random airport in a totally random state, and that mother effer was at the gate of our connecting flight, apparently having come from a vacation in that random place where our layover was. It wasn't even a hub airport or a big vacation destination. It was completely, unbelievably random.

I have a million other stories like that, but my point is that people can and do end up in seemingly random places for seemingly random reasons. As long as each character has a story valid reason for being in that place, you don't have to worry about how big of a coincidence it is. It just has to make sense within the context of what you lay out.

So, for example, let's say Character A is a florist and she lives in this small town a hundred miles from where she grew up with Character B, and let's say Character B is now a meteorologist who is currently studying storm patterns in the region where your character lives. Let's say you want them to reunite in a small cafe in her town. So, how do you get them both the the cafe? Why would Character B even be in the town? Well, maybe he's chasing a storm front that's drifting across the region over a two-day period, and he's stopped in the cafe for lunch while passing through town. And, Character A is making a flower delivery to the cafe, which she always does at lunch so she can grab a to-go sandwich to take back to the shop with her. Is it still a huge coincidence that he happened to stop in her town of all towns? Sure... but coincidences happen, and maybe that town was off the interstate and the only town with a variety of dining options in the fifty-mile stretch B happened to be driving in the vicinity of lunch. Is it a huge coincidence they both ended up at that cafe? Sure, but it's also a popular cafe on the town's main street, so not so surprising that he picked it, and not so surprising that they have a standing order for fresh flowers to be delivered every few days. Is it a huge coincidence that they both showed up at the same time? Sure, but also it's lunch time (obvious time to go to a cafe). He needed lunch and she needed to drop off an order while picking up lunch. It all maths out. :)

Obviously that specific example may not work for your story, but I hope it will help you think of some that will. Again, all you have to do to make it make sense is make sure they both have a believable reason for being in that place at that time. And if you can make it logical for other reasons, too, all the better!

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So, y'all seemed to like my last TMR OC/idea prompt list thing, so I thought I'd do another one.

But actually focus on OC ideas this time.

Okay, so here are some cool OC ideas because there's actually a lot you can do with this universe, but everyone does the same shit.

And I am here to provide:

A transfer character. Can be used for either the books or the movies, but an OC that starts off in one Maze and then gets moved to another with no warning could be an interesting concept. WICKED has made giant simulation Mazes, monsters, flesh eating floating metal balls and teleportation windows- I don't think it's that far-fetched that they could scoop a kid from one Maze and throw them in another.

So, Thomas and Teresa obviously built the Maze, so prodigy characters are a staple of the series. I think an OC that has a lot of knowledge about anatomy and biology, who could work as a Med-jack or a Slicer, who actually designed and made the Grievers, and obviously doesn't remember it, could be a interesting concept.

More male OCs pls. I love seeing these ladies, don't get me wrong because it makes things more interesting. But I think fanfiction can just be for fun and I love seeing some casual normal guy OCs kicking it around the Glade. (Saying this as someone who has male and female characters for this universe.)

I'd also love to see a trans character.

An OC that snuck into the Maze could also be fun. I feel like I need to explain this one more. Picture this: your character is like Teresa and Thomas and has enough of watching their friends be tortured and killed, so they set themself up to go into the Maze early. So they rock up early, like in the middle of two Greenie days and it freaks everyone out. (This could also be an easy way to make it make more sense for fem! OCs to end up in the Glade.)

OC with a cyborg limp of some kind. WICKED could make it happen, don't tell me they wouldn't.

Also, lemme give some names 'cause there was a phase a while back where OCs had the most random names and people completely ignored the fact that all the characters in the Mazes are named after famous people.

(I have used some of these names for my own characters, but I will not be revealing the name of my main OC because she is too precious to me and I am protective over her name. I may one day post about her if people are interested.)

MASCULINE

Otto - Otto Hahn: A German nuclear chemist who is often referred to as the father of nuclear chemistry and nuclear fission.

Leo - Leonardo da Vinci: This one is obvious but just in case you don't know; a famous polymath of the High Renaissance who had several talents, including painting, engineering, science and sculpting.

Dalton - John Dalton: An English chemist, physicist and meteorologist. He introduced the atomic theory into chemistry and researched into colour blindness (also known as Daltonism in many languages).

Al/Alan - Alan Turing: Cryptanalyst famous for his work during the Second World War.

Micky- Michael Faraday: A philosopher who contributed to the study of electromagnetism and electrochemistry.

GENDER-NEUTRAL

Clerk - James Clerk Maxwell: Scottish mathematician responsible for the theory of electromagnetic radiation.

Coper - Nicolaus Copernicus: A Renaissance polymath who formulated the model of the universe with the Sun in the middle.

Andy - Anders Celsius: A Swedish astronomer who invented the Celsius temperature scale.

Mo - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Famous composer.

Hol - Andy Warhol: Famous artist.

FEMININE

Mea/Marie - Marie Salomea Curie: A pioneer of radioactivity.

Barb - Barbara McClintock: A famous cytogeneticist.

Emmy - Emmeline Pankhurst: A suffragette and women's rights activist.

Octavia - Octavia Hill: An artist and radical who pioneered affordable housing and can be considered the founder of the modern social network.

Lia - Amelia Earhart: The first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.

Yeah, okay, there ya go, hope some of y'all find this useful, or maybe even interesting lmao.

[whump-captain]

No. 13 - Can't make an omelette without breaking a few legs

Dislocation | Fracture | "Are you here to break me out?"

and

No. 29 - What doesn't kill me...

Sleep deprivation | Defiance | "Better me than you"

2300 words | OC: Kintsugi

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omg this took me so long. writing kintsugi is weird bc it's supposed to have like a chronology and consistency but i started it ages ago so no way ill remember everything i had in mind back then. but ive been looking forward to this scene for ages bc it gets everything going and also bc torture (◡‿◡)

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CN: torture, interrogation, broken arm, beating, restraints, captivity, threats

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They had led him through so many turns and corridors that Ethan lost all hope of remembering the route. The bag over his head constricted the air around him into a hot, tangible darkness that he could barely breathe in. Though his legs trembled, he kept up the pace that the boots marching next to him had set - if he slowed or stumbled, he would once again feel the sharp jab to his back that seemed like it burned straight through his clothes.

His mind refused to acknowledge it as a gun. There was a sucking void where that thought should have been, hollow like the twisting feeling in his stomach. There wasn't really a loaded gun trained on him. That couldn't be true. If he didn't think about it, if he let that emptiness swallow the fear, the gun would stop being real.

A door opened startlingly close and Ethan flinched. Dull pain throbbed through his left arm like a shockwave. No matter how closely he cradled it, he couldn't stabilize the fracture properly and every sudden motion sent new shocks down the whole limb. He gasped when someone shoved him forward and he barely kept his balance.

The door shut again with a heavy slam. Then the bag was pulled off of Ethan's head and light stabbed into his eyes. He was in a basement, large enough to harbor shadows despite the bright halogens in its low ceiling. The rough concrete walls were lined with wooden shelves, each littered with tools, boxes, and mechanical parts. A heavy chair stood in the middle and in front of it waited a man in a grey, canvas uniform - the same man who had found Ethan under the cliff.

He was tall, strongly built, with square shoulders that he held back to maintain a rod-straight posture. His hair was cropped so short it was impossible to tell its colour but his eyebrows were fair enough to blend in with the pale white of his skin. Thin wrinkles gathered in the corners of his cold eyes and his narrow mouth curved ever so slightly in a blankly professional smile.

"I don't believe it," Captain Linde said mildly. "I never thought I'd see someone brazen enough to do this."

Ethan stepped back instinctively and his back collided with the two guards behind him. A heavy hand fell onto his shoulder and his heart picked up a manic tempo.

"This is a misunderstanding," he said.

He had gone over this so many times. Locked in his cell, once the panic had subsided, he had planned exactly what he would say when finally given the chance to explain himself. All of this was absurd, there must have been some mistake somewhere that had trickled down uncorrected to this officer and confused him about who Ethan was. He just had to clarify everything and help him understand the situation. But still his voice faltered when he continued: "If we can talk this through, I'm sure we-"

"Yes," Linde cut in. "Let's talk."

He folded his hands behind his back and strode forward with a smooth gait that seemed unsuited for his powerful build. Ethan felt the need to withdraw again but the guards loomed only an inch behind him.

The overhead light painted a deep shadow over Linde's eyes as he approached.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked calmly.

"My name is Ethan Lythmer. I'm a meteorologist." Ethan swallowed and held his injured arm closer. "I came here because-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Linde interrupted again and Ethan's face flushed with indignation. Linde raised an eyebrow and the smallest hint of mockery made its way into his voice. "Really? That's-"

Firmly, Ethan repeated: "Like I said, I came here because-"

Linde backhanded him. The crack of skin on skin followed a flash of pain and Ethan staggered. The guard behind him caught and righted him roughly, bringing him face to face with Linde again.

"That's what you're going with?" Linde asked as if he'd never been interrupted. Ethan's throat constricted with both anger and a new, freezing cold feeling that was slowly beginning to frost over his lungs. "A meteorologist?" Linde repeated. "You expect me to believe that?"

"If you just listened to me" Ethan bit back, "you wouldn't-" Pain flashed again. Linde's fist struck him in the mouth, blood burst out like molten metal. Ethan spat and gasped, fire spilled out from where he'd been hit and lit his mind up with bewildered rage. He whipped back up but Linde seized his chin and wrenched his head up. Through the tension of straining muscle, Ethan ground out: "You have no right-"

The next punch forced all air out of him; hard and precise in the diaphragm. His words broke into a cry when the impact speared pain through his arm. Linde released him and Ethan's knees buckled. Gasping for air, he collapsed to the floor; the basement closed in around him, all oxygen had escaped it and now he was suffocating. With every forced, painful inhale, he fought against a grip on his ribcage. At the same time, the cold inside him grew. It spread across his body, laced through his limbs and opened in his stomach a freezing cold, bottomless pit of fear.

This was all a mistake. A horrible mistake that Linde will realize any moment now, any moment-

"Get him up," Linde ordered.

The two guards hauled Ethan up by his arms and dragged him forward. He scrambled to catch his balance, but it wasn't his mind telling his legs to move. There was a wall of ice between him and his body and within it, all he could hear was his own frantic heartbeat echoing in the frigid confinement. His vision tunneled, the basement retreated into the shadows and all he could see was the white stain of Linde's face in the dark.

The guards pushed him down onto the chair. Something clamped around his ankles but before he could look down, a guard tugged his right arm down to the chair's armrest and locked a handcuff around his wrist. He caught her gaze - cold and impassive. She nodded towards him, then to the other armrest. He understood immediately and opened his mouth to protest.

"Now," she said harshly. "Or I'll cuff it."

Ethan's breath caught and his stomach twisted at the thought alone. He couldn't let her do that, he had to move. Her stance left no doubt that she would force him if she had to.

He set his jaw tight and slowly, carefully, shifted his broken arm to lay on the armrest. It took all his strength to push through the stiffness that held it like a concrete cast. The cloud of dull pain that sat inside the limb twisted with the gentle movement and sparks shot all the way up to his shoulder. A deep shudder came over him; no telling if born from pain or fear.

The guard nodded, satisfied, and circled him again, pocketing the spare cuff. Then Linde took her place and stood at ease, watching Ethan like a bird approaching carrion.

"Alright, Ethan," he said. "Here's what I know about you. You showed up out of the blue in one of the most secure complexes on the planet. You don't have a map, you don't have any ID, and as far as I can tell, you don't have a legitimate reason to be here." Ethan took in a breath, but Linde raised his hand to silence him." Here's what I want to know," he said and leaned in closer, looming. "How did you know where to find this place?"

"I didn't," Ethan answered. He couldn't keep the tremble out of his voice. "It was an accident. I was investigating a readout from one of the stations in-"

"Enough," Linde interjected firmly. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying!" Ethan shouted. Linde gripped his chin again, dug his fingers into the fresh bruise. Ethan groaned through clenched teeth.

"Let's start somewhere else," Linde offered. He shoved Ethan's head back and the whole room span. The words sounded distant, threatening: "Who sent you?"

"Nobody sent me." Ethan had to fight down nausea. The ice in his lungs had solidified and he had no space to take a deeper breath.

"Nobody," Linde repeated venomously. "Are you a mercenary then? Selling your findings to the highest bidder?"

"I'm-"

"Back in my day, spies used to stand for something, you know," he mused. He straightened and began to pace slowly back and forth, tapping his fingers together behind his back. "You'd risk your life because there was a cause you were willing to fight for. Your country, your faith, your freedom… If you take that away, spying might be just the least respectable way to make a living."

"I'm not a spy!" Ethan yanked at the cuff on his wrist. The chair rattled but the restraints held. Two strong hands seized his shoulders; a cry of surprise died in his throat as Linde leaned in again.

"Now listen to me, Ethan," he said quietly. "I know your type. I know that it's your daily bread and butter to lie and to deceive, and I know that you've been trained to stick to your story no matter what. But I have a duty to this complex and that duty is to protect it from people like you. So believe me when I say, I will have the truth from you." A small, carnivorous smile stretched his lips. "Sooner or later, I will have it."

"I'm not lying." Ethan couldn't bring his voice higher than a whisper. He dug his fingers into the armrest but they still wouldn't stop shaking. "I'm not a spy. I'm just a meteorologist."

For a moment, Linde was quiet. The cutting chill of his gaze bore into Ethan's mind and wrapped a suffocating pressure around his throat. Then Linde sighed and straightened his back again.

"You took a tumble coming here, didn't you?" he said. "Nasty fall, down that cliff." His tone was conversational but there was something laced through it that made Ethan's heart lurch with panic.

"You hurt your arm," Linde observed. "Is that right?"

He brought his hand down on Ethan's broken arm and squeezed. At first the shock numbed him. Then blinding pain tore through him and he choked on his own voice. He screamed, a half-strangled, warbling sound.

Linde crooked his head, watching Ethan's face twist into a grimace. "I think I can feel where the fracture is," he said and shifted his grip. Under the crushing pressure, the broken bones ground against each other and cut into the swollen tissue around them. Ethan felt every snagged nerve, living flame enveloped his body. He could barely force in a breath but the pain didn't stop; he had to keep screaming. Linde waited, regarding him with mild interest as Ethan fought to breathe and his scream broke apart into whimpers carried by shuddering gasps. Only then did he say:

"Now, I'm not an expert, but that seems pretty bad."

"Stop," Ethan choked out. "Stop, please."

"I can get you a doctor, Ethan," Linde replied calmly. "You just have to tell me who sent you to spy on my complex."

"I wasn't sent here! This is a misunderstanding, please-" His words dissolved into a howl as Linde leaned his whole weight onto the fracture. Ethan writhed but the guard held him firmly, he had no way to escape the pain. He didn't feel his fingers locking and clawing, everything went white and sizzled away into this burning, unbearable agony.

"Who sent you?" Linde whispered.

"Nobody," Ethan almost sobbed. "Please, believe me. I don't want to be here, I didn't mean to find-"

Linde didn't listen. He took Ethan's wrist and lifted his forearm; pain shot down through his elbow. Then he twisted the limb. The snapped bones crossed over each other and displaced with a sickening squelch. All other sound disappeared. Ethan couldn't hear himself screaming, couldn't feel the hands pinning him down as his body seized into an agonized arch. There was only pain, only the horrifyingly definite feeling of his own bones ripping his flesh. Eyes screwed tight, he didn't even realize Linde had grabbed his chin again until sudden tension strangled the voice in his throat. A haze of tears blurred Linde's features, a deafening ringing distorted his words:

"You are committed, I'm going to give you that," he said. "But these are all non-answers so far and I don't have any use for that. I want details." He forced Ethan to meet his gaze. "How did you find this place?" he asked. "Were you given coordinates? Spoken directions?"

Ethan wheezed desperately, every inhale sending more fire through his whole body. "It was an accident," he could only repeat. "I didn't mean to find it, I got stranded and-"

Linde cut in: "Still sticking to this story, then?"

"It's the truth." Ethan's voice cracked on a whimper. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Linde's hand locked on his shaking arm. God, please, let go, please don't do it again. "Please."

Linde thought. He stood motionless, only his eyes roaming Ethan's face as if analyzing the terror and pain etched into it. Only Ethan's ragged, trembling breaths disturbed the silence and he prayed, prayed to every god under the sun for this man to see reason.

But eventually, Linde said:

"No, I don't think that is true."

And he bent Ethan's arm hard, squeezing with his other hand right over the fracture. The sharp tips of the bones scraped against each other and rent apart the muscle around them. Ethan's scream rose, then fell apart into frantic, strangled sobs; then formed back into a wail of agony; and then the pain kept burning. Among the blaze that consumed everything in and outside his body, Linde's words hissed like steam:

"But we'll get there. Believe me when I say it. We will yet get to the truth."

[helloneighborfan]

Chapter 10: An ambitious proposal

It was a fast morning at the banner, after a couple of hours of work Gordon was tormenting all his employees as an important event had occurred: The mysteries of Raven Brooks were finally in the hands of experts they could trust, he was showing neutral with the news but at least he was interested in keeping them up to date with what was happening in the town.

"NORMAN!" Gordon exclaimed. You know those letters don't stop to just insert themselves and now, I need that note! Show me what you learned from the first two weeks. "almost sir." Just the last details. "I hope this is okay" Brave and confident, he went straight to his editor's office, to "get his approval."

"Come in" Norman walks cautiously into the office, even though he had confidence in himself he was still afraid of the editor of his banner since he always said behind his back that he was "mysterious and intimidating".

"Good boy, now give it to me and I'll check, these days there are so many errors in the grades but all those are idiots,this is not done here". He widens a bitter smile.

While he read the note he went to close the door of the room, surely it was something that only he could hear. Only his murmurs and gestures could be heard, it seemed that he had found something; he slowly raised his eyebrow and looked at them askance.

“I'm impressed, two intensive weeks and ya got it.”

"Not bad, Darby," he guffaws. "All you have to do is put pictures so it doesn't look like a bible" Ironically he says. I will do it, Lord." Norman quickly gets out of there and wrapped up towards his workplace.

And? Doubtful his companions told him. He liked my note! He smile warmly. You deserve it my friend, all that week without rest was surely exhausting. Jay says.

-It wasn't a big deal, but being in his office is something. . . uncomfortable. You'll get used to how he is, it wasn't easy for me either.

"What do you think?" Eleanor mentions. I admit that it is too early for you, although we can say that you will do an impeccable job. I exchange a look with Adelle.

-Your proposal sounds interesting before we proposed one that we had planned. What we meant was to start analyzing each phenomenon from scratch, that is, seeing how these happen and of course taking note- You have a point. We're pushing hard and we do not want to spare false rumores, don't we?

Then he and Eleanor exchange a look with much to say, until they agree on the same thoughts and mind: “When you feel ready with the information you have collected, come so we can start with the proposal.” We assure you that this investigation will be worth it.

After the not-so-exhausting meeting with the Tavishes, we headed back to the station so we could continue. -It's a very good idea that we don't rush things, don't you think so? I nod while keeping my eyes straight ahead.

-I also think the same, it is too early to be able to start with this new proposal but in any case, we will end up inserting all the phenomena. Sometimes we forget to make each phenomenon with its own section so we decided to put it together later.

. . .

As Norman left the office, Jay began to talk to him about what the banner itself was like, sometimes it was very demanding or sometimes they required that the news be delivered on time as it was made present to him. There was so much talk that he wanted to invite him for a coffee, he only knew a delicious muffin while they talk comfortably without interruptions.

"I don't know much about places to eat but this is one of my favorite places when I'm done" he says sincerely looking around him. How have you been feeling lately?

Well, fortunately every day I have felt perfectly.

-I'm glad to hear that.- What if you worked with someone who possesses great knowledge. I don't know, you can help them in their search or help them by posting news about them. He tells him as he drinks some coffee.

Did you know that two meteorologists will collaborate with the town to discover their phenomena? - Imagine being the journalist who helps them publish their great feats. Jay is surprised to see a spark in his eyes, says nothing but assures him that they might be chosen.

-Today it will rain and it will be an opportunity to study it.- I comment. True, that's why we can't miss this opportunity, who knows if it rains in the next few days.

After spending several hours in the basement working, I decide to go upstairs to do a few hours. Sometimes I tend to 'sew' in my downtime, each garment I see torn makes me anxious to see it like this, which is why I decide to repair it and make a new one, I think Theodore would be a good name for the baby, with Peterson it would be fine, but I need a last name more

Among all the torn fabrics I have, I found a yellow one. "It's not a bad color" I grab it and spread it out on the table and get to work. «While the bird sings, the flowers lose their color» Adelle hummed from time to time some other song, despite the voice she had, it was a very beautiful singing voice, Roger has always admitted that since the first time he had ear

After it hasn't rained for a long time, the drops finally fall in favor of the meteorologists, without hesitation they use their little weather station. -Here we go.- They take out the device and go back in to wait for the results, with the help of the small camera they had to see what was happening. Still despite everything there was no anomaly but what she had noticed is that the rain did not stop until the next day so it was not common.

And so I spent the following days, it did not stop raining until it finally stopped a week later. . . so that it won't rain for several days or weeks perhaps.

Theme: Concurrent rains

Explanation in process

[cocoawednesday]

I don't need a meteorologist to tell me what the weather machine is gonna allegedly do. I need an astrologist to tell me what's in the sky and how it'll affect my energy, these kids and traffic.

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

WTNV Quick Rundown - 19A - The Sandstorm

Welcome back to my quick rundowns of the WTNV episodes, live shows and novel! This is a two-part paralleling episode, but for brevities sake (this is supposed to be quick bulletpoints of lore, facts and interesting quotes) I'm splitting them up entirely. I am so excited for these upcoming episodes, you have no idea.

Blinking red light in the night sky. The future is changing, but it's hard to tell. Welcome to Night Vale. - 19A's opening, said by Cecil.

The titular sandstorm arrives in NV and Cecil warns everyone about it's potential deadliness (as do NV meteorologists who 'don't know when to shut up'). However, the sandstorm is far from ordinary (I mean, this is NV, right?).

Larry Leroy is the first to discover that despite how fast and hard the sand is flying, he can't feel anything when he touches it. Nothing at all, including that he feels like the past is fiction and consequences are a choice. 'He shouted a bright confirmation of life up toward the sand-covered sun before gasping and screaming “No! Not you! Not you!!” and then hanging up the phone.'

Intern Dana Cardinal is introduced in this episode (what happened to Stacey?!). She helps Cecil translate some runestones on Old Woman Josie's FB page and they say “They come in twos. You come in twos. You and you. Kill your double.” An an aside, Steve Carlsberg writes in to worry that the sandstorm is created by the government as a coverup for something. Cecil angrily explains that of course it is, City Council makes no secret that it can control weather, earthquakes, pandemics etc and is always monitoring their thoughts and activities. Duh, Steve.

The sandstorm spawns perfect copies or 'doubles' of every citizen is NV. Many of which, if not most of which, fight each other with one of them (maybe not even the original) ending up dead (Cecil doesn't condone this, he says violence is rarely the answer). This includes Intern Dana and Intern Dana's Double. A portal appears in Cecil's studio, it is black almost indigo and Cecil bravely steps through.

There is a long silence and then an unfamiliar male voice speaks. The man introduces himself as Kevin, of Desert Bluffs. He is very confused by his surroundings. He remarks that it seems to be night time, that the desk is odd and bloodless, that the technology seems very old and that the vortex is a different colour on this side. Looking at the desk, he sees a picture of Cecil (a man who is not short nor tall, not fat nor thin, wearing a tie like him and who has eyes and a nose and hair like his but who is not him, he is sure of it). "Maybe it is the smile. Is that a smile?"

'You may not know me, nor I you, but we have this mic, and this voice, and your warm ears blossoming open to hear comforting secrets and the vibrations of a voice that pulse so deep into your body your heart relaxes for a time.' - Kevin is so lovely :)

Weather: "Eliezer's Waltz" composed by Larry Cardozo and Ron Fink, and performed by Disparition.

Cecil returns after the weather and is very upset. He says he saw a foul demon of a man who 'tried to attack him'* and he tried to strangle this man to death but at the last second recalled what he said about violence not being the answer and let him live.

*personally I think Cecil just had a gut reaction to Kevin wanting to hug him since Kevin just let's him walk away after this but we really don't know

The NV baseball team is called the Night Vale Spider Wolves. The DB team is called the Desert Bluffs Sunbeams.

The Spider Wolves have a new pitcher, 20-year-old Trevin Murphy. He joined the Spider Wolves 'after they discovered he could use his telepathic powers to cripple batters emotionally, often sending them into weeks-long slumps and fits of crying, even while playing in the field.'

'Exit 6' and 'Route 800' are things which exist so ya know, if you're writing fanfics...there ya go.

There is a sponsorship from Home Depot which contains lines such as Need Help? Incomplete?. The Incomplete? repeats several times and is later parodied in the show.

And we are healing. Those of us, whoever we are, who survived. Those others of us, whoever we are, who conquered. Whoever you are now, you are home. We are home, Night Vale. You and I are together again. My mouth, your ears. We have each other. And for now, and always, good night, Night Vale. Good night. - this episodes sign off

Proverb: Step 1) write down the names of everyone you know. Step  2) rearrange the letters. Step 3) This will reveal a great secret of time.

[minahoeshi]

to be yours and you, mine.

Kuroo Tetsurō x reader | just pure angst. so much angst.

warning: major character death

prelude: the end lets its presence be known before it comes around. At times, that sense of awareness feels like a blessing. But with you and Tetsurou, the reminder of what soon will come can only hurt you even further. Because mankind has never been powerful enough to do anything against so many things. We have always been weak in the face of nature. especially against the passage of time and all the things it keeps taking from us.

It's almost odd how the world changed when you realised what the moments of silence has reduced your relationship into. How, when you finally acknowledged the fact that perhaps the end of a prolonged short story is nearer than you'd rather believe, a filter seemed to slip off of the camera, along with the vibrance you never realised was raised too high. It's not like the frames suddenly are less colourful. It's just that the tinges of blue in the shadows and highlights have made themselves more obvious, like a sign waiting for you to conclude things yourself.

Maybe it's because it's the new years and new beginnings just seem so scary. Or maybe it's the ice in the air, or the meteorologist on the television announcing that it's 7°C that morning that makes the lack of warmth between you and him more unbearable. But you wake up to the silence of the world, not even the birds are around to fuss above your house. To the empty space beside you, a reminder of his message three days ago.

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

I'm staying with my family this new year. Okaa-san thinks I need to spend 'the end of the year and the beginning of a new one with those that made such days possible for me'. You know, her usual line to remind me of their importance. Miss you.

Let's video call on new year's eve, yeah?

received 9:26

He did call you last night. Not the video call he promised, but a voice call on Line. But you didn't answer. If he asked why, you would've told him you were with your friends in a shrine celebrating new years with prayers for a better future for one another, drinking sake, and walking the streets of Shibuya with your girls and gays and the one guy friend that everyone wonders how he ended up in the group.

It didn't hurt that he only called you once and never tried again. It didn't hurt that he didn't ask why. But fuck was it painful to hear the voicemail.

"Happy new year, Y/N san. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be there with you, I promise. I love you. So much."

It's scary and painful how his voice seemed to waver. How it was shaky and devoid of his usual timbre, a ghost of what once was a joking and rarely serious tone that took light of most situations. His voice that you loved so much, absent because maybe he knew too.

Maybe he was aware that no saving can be done to bring forth the past as if it was the present. To rebuild the broken and to remind you both of what you had all these years. To you and him, the signs couldn't be more obvious. When the world crumbles, you don't save it. You kiss it goodbye and go on to search for a new one. One that won't break with you in it. (but you know you won't search. you never do.)

You spend the next hours awake. The consciousness, unwanted. You want so much to just fall down as if the darkness can just swallow you and you'd be happier in it. In silence, you might feel better.

But you can't help the way your brain works. You bask in the reminiscing, the present disappearing before you until it's the past that owns you.

It's not the memories that grabs hold of you but him in his entirety. You cry because you will miss all that he is. The lazy tone he uses when he feels comfortable beside you on the couch. The humour he finds in everything, even in chemistry which is crazy because nothing about chemistry is comical. The messy hair he refuses to tame because he loses his identity, a piece of him, his pride and legacy when his hair looks neat. You'll miss his hand on your back when you're walking outdoors, his iced coffee with a secret ingredient that is probably not really a secret, his hugs when you feel yourself falling in the deep hole of misery, his excitement when he speaks of volleyball, his pride when he talks about his achievements, his— all of him. You'll miss all of him. Too much.

Kuroo spends the car ride thinking of you. Reminding himself to remind you of all that you must remember. To hold your hand tight for as long as he can until he can't.

He reminds himself of the things he love so much about you. Of your unequaled patience and trust in him. Of your ability to strip him of all his bad so that he can only see his good. Of your laughter when he speaks of his day as comically as possible. Of the mornings he wakes up beside you. Of your— everything. All that you are.

Because as the car nears your house, he feels himself crumble. Because he just knows what is about to come. So he must keep in him all your good and bad to be grounded. To stay long enough.

Kuroo stays in the car and stared at the door. The door that opens slowly and reveals you in your scarf and windbreaker. Beautiful. You in all your tear-stained glory, your nose and ears red. He stares as you step into the snow and approach him. He stares as you knock on the window.

And so he opens the door.

You break again the moment you see him. You wish to be strong for him. He doesn't deserve your sadness and weakness but he told you to let yourself be. That your tears are better seen than hidden. Because it helps him and you know how you are feeling. So that he doesn't have to walk around eggshells because you both expose all your vulnerability to one another.

So you fall on his knees. You dont wait for him to get out. You cry on his lap and you know he cried with you. You fall apart together. The same way you built each other to be whoever you two are today, you both break each other.

You say, Testu. Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu. He says it's fine, he's fine. He leans and kisses your head and you cry more the same way he does as he hugs you from above. I'm sorry, you say. I should've answered your call, you say.

But I was scared. I was too scared.

And you both know. You fear the same thing. Because as Kuroo is placed on his wheelchair with your help and Kenma's who has been with you two since the very beginning. He leaves both of you because he knows that's what's best. He gives Kuroo a hug before he drives away.

He's bone-thin. Dark bags under his eyes, cheekbones too visible, lips too pale— tired. He looked more tired than three days ago, before he suddenly disappeared that day and you felt too much pain because was he gonna leave you that way? Was he not gonna be with you until the very last of everything?

You were thankful he texted you that night. Because you would've gone crazy with all your thoughts. You understood why he had to go home. His family needed him and he needed them. You couldn't be selfish.

That night, you spend hours on your bed with Kuroo. He didn't need the morphine, he tells you. He's okay. But his breathing is ragged and he's sweating. He can't move without hurting. But you don't give him painkillers because he told you so. So instead, you kiss him. You kiss him and tell him you love him. You tell him you were happiest with him. He doesn't talk much. But the last he said before you both slept was, "I love you too. More than anything and everything. I love you."

The next morning, you cry harder. This time, all by yourself. Tetsutetsutetsutetsutetsutetsu. He never responds.

You cry harder.

But at the very least, he was still holding your hand.

-

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Science is yet to prove the existence of reincarnation so instead of pinning everything on it, I'd rather appreciate this one life I spent loving you. Because there's no other way for me to have lived than to be yours and you mine. This one life is enough for the universe to understand that we are eternity, you and me. Forever.

I love you. I know you love me too.

2:09 am

You

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

5:27 am

-

Okaa-san - mother

Tetsu - nickname for Kuroo from his first name, Tetsuro. In Japan, cute nicknames are more common than endearments like honey or love.

Shibuya - a city or special ward in the prefecture, Tokyo.

Sake - Japanese alcohol made of rice and other ingredients.

Line - most used messaging app in Japan.

Thanks for reading!

[fuseboxspoilers]

ep. 40 

NARRATOR: When I was little, I wanted to be a meteorologist. I trained in front of the mirror and everything. And today, finally, the training's paying off. I can confidently announce that there are some dark, rainy clouds forming in the Villa.

[BFF]: Oh god! What happened?

NARRATOR: In fact, it seems the Island is in the eye of the storm… 

[partner]: Dylan's been saying some stuff about your date… 

DYLAN: All I'm saying is, I know what I'm doing.

NARRATOR: And it's left Y/N stranded all alone on her daybed. Will she manage to make the sun shine on her couple?

You blink in the bleak morning light. Your eyelashes are caked with leftover make-up from the night before, and your whole face feels heavy. Next to you, the other half of the bed is cold.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner] 

The events of the previous evening come back to you in a rush.

if PLAYER did bits with DYLAN: PLAYER: What have I done… 

else: PLAYER (thinking): I hope [partner] and I can work it out.

[BFF]: Y/N Here you are.

Y/N: [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]!

[BFF] sits next to you and hugs you close, without a word.

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s come to check on me…

CHOICE: Aren't you a sight for sore eyes

You feel a prickling at the back of your eyelids, and [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s hug tightens.

[PLAYER’s BFF]: I'm here... It's gonna be OK.

CHOICE: Where's [partner]?

[BFF]: Getting ready, I think.

OR

[BFF]: I honestly don't know.

CHOICE: I did something foolish!

[BFF]: ... I know.

PLAYER: What do you mean, you know?

[BFF]: We heard you in the kitchen, last night.

PLAYER: What?! Oh no. Oh no no no. This is a nightmare.

[BFF]: Plus Dylan's been bragging about it.

PLAYER: He's been doing what now?

if PLAYER and DYLAN had sex

[BFF]: He's been telling everyone he... you know. He's saying you had a really good time, too.

if PLAYER went to the kitchen with DYLAN but did not have sex

[BFF]: Well, he's not giving too many details. And it didn't last long, so we kinda figured he tried to crack on with you, and it didn't work out.

CHOICE: I'm just worried is all.

[PLAYER’s BFF]: I can imagine.

[BFF]: [partner] mentioned they wanted to have a chat with you as soon as possible.

PLAYER: That's a good idea.

[BFF]: I think so too.

if you went to the kitchen + didn’t tell BFF

[BFF]: And I think I should tell you… We heard you in the kitchen, last night.

PLAYER: What?! Oh no. Oh no no no. This is a nightmare.

[BFF]: Plus Dylan's been bragging about it.

PLAYER: He's been doing what now?

if PLAYER and DYLAN had sex

[BFF]: He's been telling everyone he... you know. He's saying you had a really good time, too.

if PLAYER went to the kitchen with DYLAN but did not have sex

[BFF]: Well, he's not giving too many details. And it didn't last long, so we kinda figured he tried to crack on with you, and it didn't work out.

[BFF]: ... I'm sorry. How do you feel about all that?

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s asking me how I feel…

CHOICE: I can't believe Dylan!

[BFF]: Yeah, he's terrible.

CHOICE: What's the absolute opposite of OK?

[BFF]: I'm so, so sorry… 

CHOICE: I need to talk to [partner]

[BFF]: You do, yeah.

if PLAYER didn’t do anything / only cracked on

[BFF]: Dylan's been sulking, though. Like, I think he's figuring out that his little game isn't paying off.

PLAYER: His little game… 

[BFF]: It's pretty clear at this stage he wanted to stir drama all along.

PLAYER: He kinda succeeded.

[BFF]: Yeah, but it's nothing that can't be mended. What happened between you and him, anyway?

if PLAYER did bits with DYLAN

[BFF]: And again, I'm sorry you found yourself in this mess. I'm not saying what you did last night was OK. But I've got a hunch Dylan knew exactly what buttons to push to get you there. Do you want to tell me what happened between you two? Maybe I can help somehow… 

PLAYER (thinking): Tell [ANGIE/CORA/THABI] about…

CHOICE: ... your date

PLAYER: When we went on the date, he was acting super protective. Like, over the top protective.

[BFF]: How did that make you feel?

PLAYER (thinking): How did Dylan's overprotectiveness make me feel?

CHOICE: Like I was weak somehow

CHOICE: Like he wasn't being genuine

CHOICE: Honestly, pretty comfy

[BFF]: I see. And then, what happened?

PLAYER: Then he complimented me a lot, but there was always something a bit off, a bit backhanded. We talked about my job and he made it sound like I needed rescuing from it… 

[BFF]: Basically, he was negging you.

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI] says Dylan was negging me…

CHOICE: Yeah, and he wasn't subtle

[BFF]: It's a good thing you noticed. Sometimes they're smart about it, and they can really knock someone's confidence down.

CHOICE: I can see that now

[BFF]: It's good that you see it for what it is. Sometimes they're smart about it, and they can really knock someone's confidence down.

CHOICE: What's negging?

[BFF]: It's a 'pick-up artist' thing. Men who think they found an easy way to crack the flirting code. Some of them give common sense advice, but others take it really far into manipulation territory. Instead of, you know, trying to interact with people as people, honestly getting to know them, and so on. So they basically use psychology tricks to sleep with someone, and negging is one of those. They try to knock people's confidence to make themselves look more attractive. Sadly, it works sometimes, and it can be really damaging… 

PLAYER: That's awful.

[BFF]: Yeah, and more importantly, it's not your fault. I hope you understand that.

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] hugs you close and gives you a gentle peck on your forehead.

PLAYER: And then he told me all that stuff about Valentina.

[BFF]: He was trying to get into your head. He really is a manipulative jerk.

if PLAYER kissed DYLAN

PLAYER: Plus there was the kiss, of course…

[BFF]: Yeah... He was giving himself more ammunition to make drama.

[BFF]: But it's gonna be OK. Now we all know what's what.

CHOICE: ... last night

PLAYER: Last night, Dylan came up to me in the middle of the night. He was acting all supportive.

[BFF]: Right?

if PLAYER went to sleep

PLAYER: Maybe that's what he wanted, but I mostly ignored him.

[PLAYER’s BFF]: That's the right thing to do with this kind of people. Don't give them anything.

if PLAYER went to the kitchen

PLAYER: Well... we went to the kitchen for a glass of water. And then he made a move on me, out of nowhere! 

did bits: And it went from there. 

else: Nothing serious but it still doesn't feel right.

[BFF]: Urgh no Dylan, not the right time!

CHOICE: ... nothing, move on

if PLAYER kissed HAZEEM

[BFF]: Do you know Dylan's the one who spread the Hazeem kiss rumour, after all?

[BFF]: He told Tiffany about it 'in confidence'... just when Bruno was within earshot. And then Bruno went and blurted it out at [partner]. He didn't think it'd be a big deal.

OR

[PLAYER’s BFF]: He told Tiffany about it 'in confidence'... just when Will was within earshot. And then Will went and blurted it out at [partner]. He didn't think it'd be a big deal.

PLAYER: Eurgh… 

[BFF]: Well, there is only one thing to do really.

PLAYER: I feel like I need to talk about my next move.

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] nods.

[BFF]: War council it is. I think the next stage is for you to clear the air with [partner].

if PLAYER and DYLAN did bits

[BFF]: I don't know if you can salvage your relationship after what happened, but you both deserve an honest chat about it.

PLAYER: Yeah… 

else

[BFF]: Sounds like you didn't do anything final. And Dylan should have known better. But it's best to be open and honest with [pzrtner].

PLAYER: You're right, thank you [ANGIE/CORA/THABI].

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] looks over your shoulder. When you turn around, you find [partner] standing there.

[partner]: I think we should talk…

PLAYER: We should.

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] squeezes your hand before letting go.

You stand up and, accompanied by [partner], make your way to the Lovers' Nook. You gingerly sit on opposite ends of the couch. [partner] glances at you out of the corner of their eye, opens their mouth to speak, then stops.

if PLAYER didn’t do anything with DYLAN

PLAYER (thinking): [partner]'s struggling to say something…

CHOICE: Dylan's awful

[partner]: He really is… I feel like a fool for letting him get into my head.

CHOICE: Are you OK?

[partner]: I let Dylan get into my head, like a fool.

CHOICE: What are you thinking?

[partner]: That I let Dylan get into my head, like a fool…

[partner]: I guess I crumbled under the pressure of... everything. But still, I hate fighting, and I hate that we fought yesterday.

[partner] takes a deep breath and looks straight at you, their eyes pleading.

[partner]: I'm truly sorry. I want to make it very clear that I trust you. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. And I really apologise for walking out on you last night.

if PLAYER cracked on with DYLAN

PLAYER (thinking): {0}'s struggling to say something…

CHOICE: I wish I could take it all back

PLAYER: The whole thing has gotten out of hand, and I never meant it to…

[partner]: Yeah, me neither. Dylan got into both our heads… 

CHOICE: We need to stick together

PLAYER: Dylan's been trying to get into our heads all along, I see that now.

[partner]: Yeah, I know… 

CHOICE: How can we move past this?

PLAYER: I really want to find a way to put it all behind us.

[partner]: Yeah, I'd like that too… 

[partner]: But now I’m really confused. I hate fighting. The way it went yesterday, it’s really not for me.

If PLAYER cracked on with DYLAN

[partner]: And what happened last night… 

PLAYER: It didn't go all the way.

[partner]: I know, but it's still not great.

[partner]: I think we should really talk about what happened. Have a proper heart-to-heart.

PLAYER: Yeah…

[partner]: I'll start. I completely fell for Dylan's tricks and I'm not proud of that.

if PLAYER cracked on: And it's painful for me to think about what happened last night, between you and him.

PLAYER: I… 

[partner]: I'll listen afterwards, promise, but I need to squeeze this out first. I should have trusted you, whatever stories he was spinning. On my side, there's obviously nothing between Valentina and me. She's a nice girl, but that's it. Ever since I saw you here, [PLAYER], you've been the only one for me.

if PLAYER cracked on: And I guess I want to trust that I'm the one for you, but because of last night, it's not easy.

else: And I want to trust that I'm the one for you. Can I do that?

[partner] stops talking and looks at you.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner]'s wondering if [partner]'s the one for me…

CHOICE: Of course, you are!

PLAYER: You're my person. I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt that! I also let Dylan get into my head, and I'm not proud of it either.

if PLAYER kissed DYLAN

PLAYER: I should never have let him kiss me.

if PLAYER cracked on with DYLAN

PLAYER: And I should never have cracked on with him last night. Even if it didn't go all the way! He tried, but I snapped out of it. I'm still very sorry, though.

[partner] releases the breath they’ve been holding.

[partner]: I kinda felt that's what had happened, but I wasn't sure.

CHOICE: I'm sorry about everything

CHOICE: We can rebuild trust

PLAYER: I'm so sorry I hurt you.

[partner]: I'm sorry I hurt you… And I'm really sorry I walked out on you last night.

[partner] scooches a little closer to you.

[partner]: It must have felt pretty lonely… 

PLAYER (thinking): [partner]'s asking if I was lonely last night…

CHOICE: Take their hand

You meet [partner] halfway and take their hand.

PLAYER: You're here now.

[partner]: Yeah, and I'm not going anywhere. It was way too sad to be in that bed without you. If we ever fight in the future, we've got to sort it out before we go to sleep.

PLAYER: Definitely.

CHOICE: Ask if they were lonely too

PLAYER: Were you lonely without me?

[partner]: You know I was. I hated every second of it. I never want to do something like that again. If we ever fight in the future, we've got to sort it out before we go to sleep

PLAYER: Definitely.

CHOICE: Tell them to never do that again

PLAYER: Never, ever pull something like that again. I don't care if we fight. But we need to sort it out before going to sleep.

[partner]: I'll hold myself to that starting today, I promise.

if did bits with DYLAN

if coupled with NAJUMA

[partner]: And it made me think back on things, like when I had an argument with {1}. It kinda feels like you're never on my side.The way you reacted... it's like you don't really get me.You kinda went overboard and like... I appreciate my freedom. And I'm just not sure if you respect that.

PLAYER (thinking, surprised): [partner]’s been sitting on this old argument for days!

If PLAYER was inconsiderate at breakfast

[partner]: And then the other day we were having breakfast and you just completely ignored what I wanted… 

they take a deep breath but doesn't meet your eye.

[partner]: It does make me wonder if we're meant to be together.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner] wonders if we're meant to be together…

CHOICE: This is absurd

PLAYER: I had a pretty awful night after we fought, and I was looking forward to talking things through. And now you're saying you want to throw in the towel? And that's all because of like, tiny things from days ago. Which you have completely misinterpreted, by the way.

CHOICE: You're right, we're not

PLAYER: You up and left me alone all night.I felt terrible already, and all you did was make me feel worse. And now you're here, rehashing some imaginary grievances from way back when? And having doubts about us? That's not on.

CHOICE: Please talk to me

PLAYER: You've been mulling stuff over for days, and I feel like it's become this big thing. But it didn't need to be. Of course I'm on your side. You're my partner for a reason! If you'd asked me before, I'd have told you so. I don't know if I get you, but I'm trying. And more importantly, I like you. Otherwise, why would I be with you?

PLAYER: I totally respect your freedom, it's clearly part of who you are. If you'd asked me before, I'd have told you so.

if “this is absurd” or “you’re right, we’re not”

{[partner]: Wow, OK. If that's what you think... then I guess we agree.

[partner] clenches their hands on their knees.

[partner]: I really thought it would be different with you. And now I don't know why I thought that. We had a few nice moments, at least.

If “please talk to me”

[partner] lets out the breath they’ve been holding and finally looks at you.

PLAYER: You should talk to me about this stuff, [partner]. Instead of letting it fester.

[partner]: I guess… I do wanna talk about it. But I just never know where to start. Even now, I'm not sure how to have this chat.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner] doesn't know what to say…

CHOICE: You should apologise

PLAYER: You did leave me alone all night, after all. And you made such a big deal out of things… That's not on.

[partner] shrinks a little on the couch.

[partner]: Well, yeah, I am sorry. I guess I should have talked to you before. And I should have heard you out yesterday… 

CHOICE: We should both apologise

PLAYER: I'll start. I'm sorry for not picking up that you were feeling so uncomfortable.

if PLAYER cracked on with DYLAN

PLAYER: I'm also sorry I let Dylan get to me.

if PLAYER kissed DYLAN

PLAYER: I'm really sorry about the kiss.

PLAYER: And I'm really, really sorry for not just pieing him off last night. I know I should have done that. All I can say in my defence is that I was really confused.

[partner] looks at you and nods.

[partner]: Thanks for saying that. And I'm sorry too. I should have spoken to you way before now. And I totally should have heard you out yesterday.

CHOICE: Just speak from the heart

[partner]: That's easier said than done… I've started to realise that my funky way of saying things... might not be the most honest. I mean, it's very me for sure, and sometimes that's fine. But sometimes it keeps me from saying what I mean. And right now... I guess I'm sorry. I can see I should have just talked to you about my worries. And I should have heard you out yesterday.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner] says they should have heard me out yesterday… 

CHOICE: At least you're aware of it

[partner]: I... I am, yeah.

CHOICE: Thank you for saying that

CHOICE: Let's do better for each other

[partner] scratches the back of their neck.

[partner]: I'm feeling a bit foolish. Again. I obviously let it all get out of hand.

if coupled with WILL

[partner]: I don't know. I've always had this picture of the perfect couple in my mind. Like my parents. I've never ever seen them fight. So, every time I disagree with someone, it feels like the end of the world… 

PLAYER (thinking): [partner] says their parents never fight…

CHOICE: It's OK to fight

PLAYER: What's important is to make sure it's constructive. And to not let your partner sleep alone on a daybed!

CHOICE: These things take time

PLAYER: Your parents have been together for how long?

[partner]: Almost thirty years… 

PLAYER: There you go. We just need a few years to get there, is all. And maybe to not sleep in separate beds.

CHOICE: We're not them

PLAYER: What works for one couple isn't always what works for another. We'll figure out our own way to be together. Maybe starting with sleeping in the same bed?

[partner]: Aw. You got lonely without me?

PLAYER: Well, yeah… 

if PLAYER made bad dialogue decisions

[partner] is lost in thought for a moment.

[partner]: There's something, though. I'm realising you've made me feel pretty cornered during this chat. Like, I know I'm not perfect, but I don't think it's fair to make me feel this bad. After all, I'm not the one who kinda cracked on with someone else… I won't lie, I'm feeling weird about this.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner] says I've them feel cornered…

CHOICE: Honestly, you deserve this

PLAYER: You've been acting like a child.

[partner]: Wow. That's not… That's a pretty condescending thing to say.

PLAYER: [partner]... 

[partner] stands up and shakes their head.

[partner]: You know what? I can't do this. You talk a big talk, but I'm not feeling very respected right now. Or even liked.

PLAYER: Now wait a minute… 

[partner]: Sorry. This isn't working for me.

CHOICE: Don't make this about you

[partner]: But it is about me though. There's two of us in this relationship. It's like you think I don't matter.

PLAYER: [partner]...

[partner] stands up and shakes their head.

[partner]:You know what? I can't do this. You talk a big talk, but I'm not feeling very respected right now. Or even liked.

PLAYER: Now wait a minute… 

[partner]: Sorry. This isn't working for me.

CHOICE: That wasn't my intention

PLAYER: I was just kinda surprised by some things you said. And I guess I had a really miserable night without you…

[partner] pauses and looks at you.

[partner]: {1}... 

[partner] extends their hand to caress your cheek.

[partner]: I had a miserable night without you, too. As lonely as the moon hanging in the empty sky above a mountaintop.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner]'s back to being themself. That's probably a good sign.

[partner]: It's nice to see your smile again. I missed it very, very much.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner] and I are breaking up…

CHOICE: How did it come to this?

CHOICE: We've had our time

[partner]: Yeah… 

CHOICE: Wait, let's reconsider

[partner]: There's no point in that.

[partner]: We just don't have the right kind of relationship.The kind of relationship where you understand each other without a word. That's what I want from a partner.

PLAYER: That's a lot to ask.

[partner]: Shouldn't keep me from trying…

[partner] shoots you one last glance.

PLAYER (thinking, surprised): Is [partner] about to cry?

[partner]: Anyway. See you around.

[partner] voice breaks a bit, but [partner] clams up and walks away.

if PLAYER did bits with DYLAN

PLAYER (thinking): [partner]'s struggling to say something…

CHOICE: I'm so, so sorry

PLAYER: I wish I could take it all back… 

[partner] clenches their hands together and avoids looking at you.

[partner]: But you can't, can you?

CHOICE: Is it over between us?

[partner]: I…

[partner] carefully avoids looking at you. A short silence passes.

[partner]: I'm sorry, but yeah, it is.

CHOICE: Nothing happened

[partner]: Don't. You can't deny it at this point, half the Villa heard you.

[partner] clenches their hands together and avoids looking at you.

[partner]: What we had, it meant a lot to me. I really thought we were headed somewhere. But I don't think I could ever trust you again. It just hurts too much. I'm sorry.

PLAYER: [partner]... 

[partner]’s eyes flicker up. They're red and puffy.

[partner]: Please don't make this harder. Nothing you can say would change what you did.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner]'s breaking up with me…

CHOICE: Curl up and cry

You hug your knees to your chest. Tears prickle at the back of your eyelids then fall freely down your cheeks.

[Partner]: I'm really sorry, Y/N But I don't think I'm the best person to console you right now.

CHOICE: Defend yourself

PLAYER: I was feeling vulnerable and alone. Dylan manipulated me… 

[partner]: I know Dylan's a bad person. I hate him right now, and I don't hate you. But at some point, you still decided you wanted it to happen. I can't look past that.

CHOICE: Ask [partner] to reconsider

PLAYER: Please give me another chance. Please.

[partner]: I'm sorry. I wish I could, but I just can't. I have to be selfish right now, because this made me feel... like I'm broken. I need to rebuild myself, and I can't be around you for that.

A short silence stretches between you.

[partner]: I think I better go.

[partner] gets up and leaves you alone on the couch.

PLAYER (thinking): What just happened? It all went so fast!

[BFF]: Y/N!

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] walks in and sits down next to you.

[BFF]: I saw [partner] walk out of here, and they kinda looked like they were crying. Did you two break up?

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s asking if [partner] and I broke up…

CHOICE: Cry in [ANGIE/CORA/THABI] arms

You throw yourself into [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s arms and hide your head in her shoulder. [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]hugs you close as you let the tears flow.

[BFF]: Shhh… I'm so sorry it came to this. I'm here for you anytime, you know that, right? Never forget I'm on your side.

PLAYER: Thanks, [ANGIE/CORA/THABI].

CHOICE: Shrug it off

PLAYER: Yeah, and good riddance.

[BFF]: Wow. Are you sure that's how you feel?

PLAYER: That's how I need to feel right now.

[BFF]: OK... Well I'm here if you ever need to talk more, you know that.

PLAYER: Sure. Thank you.

CHOICE: Talk about it

if PLAYER did bits with DYLAN / cracked on w/ DYLAN + bad dialogue

PLAYER: Yeah... It's what happened last night, with Dylan. [partner] said they couldn't look past that… 

[BFF]: Yeah... That's not unexpected.

if PLAYER didn’t do anything with DYLAN + bad dialogue

PLAYER: Yeah... [partner] was holding on to some weird grudges from days ago. And it all just escalated, I don't even know how.

[BFF]: Well. [partner]'s never been great at communicating. So I guess it was a minefield to start with. But I'm still sorry it came to that.

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] gives your arm a little squeeze.

[BFF]: You're not having the best day… 

PLAYER: Dylan really messed things up.

[BFF]: He really did. He's spinning I don't know what stories in the kitchen right now, by the way. Wanna go say your piece? Better do it on your terms before you run into him by the pool or something… 

if PLAYER and YOUR PARTNER didn’t break up

PLAYER: At least we learned something. Dylan can't take what we have away from us.

[partner]: Nope. We're stronger than anything. Or anyone!

You tenderly beam at each other.

[partner]: By the way, last I saw, Dylan was spewing some nonsense in the kitchen. Wanna go say your piece?

PLAYER (thinking): [partner]'s asking if I want to go and confront Dylan…

CHOICE: I'm going to give him hell

[partner]: That's my Y/N! Let's make him regret it.

PLAYER: Hell yeah!

CHOICE: Might as well

[partner]: Y/N... Don't worry, I'll stay with you, OK?

PLAYER: Thanks, [partner].

CHOICE: Please come with me

[partner]: Of course! How could I leave you to face him alone?

PLAYER: Thanks, [partner].

You stand up together from the couch and make your way to the kitchen. Dylan's standing at the kitchen counter, whipping up some breakfast. Oliver sits a small distance apart, but he's not looking at Dylan.

DYLAN: Nothing better than yoghurt in the morning, am I right, mate?

OLIVER: Hm… Ah! Y/N!

DYLAN: Oho, look who's here. Good morning, baby!

[partner] tenses up next to you.

PLAYER (thinking): Dylan just called me 'baby'...

CHOICE: Don't you dare 'baby' me!

CHOICE: Good morning, jerk

CHOICE: Someone said something?

PLAYER: It's weird cos I swear I heard a sound coming from... there. But all I can see is a worm, and worms don't talk.

DYLAN (angry): Hey, what was that for?

OLIVER: Some people really have no shame.

DYLAN: Oi, you stay out of this!

Oliver raises his palms in front of him.

OLIVER: You're right, this isn't my fight. But I've got a hunch I agree with whatever {0}'s about to say.

DYLAN: Yeah, that's cos you're soft on her.

Oliver blushes a little.

OLIVER: That's neither here nor there. Your behaviour's pretty easy to see through.

DYLAN (angry): And what is it you're seeing?

Oliver shakes his head.

PLAYER: Dylan, people can see…

CHOICE: ... how manipulative you are

PLAYER: It's obvious everything you say and do is just to make drama. You haven't been honest even once since you walked into the Villa. It's all been nasty lies, and tricking people into doing what you want!

Valentina and Youcef are standing at the kitchen's entrance, watching Dylan with grim expressions.

OR

Valentina, Tom, and Youcef are standing at the kitchen's entrance, watching Dylan with grim expressions.

CHOICE: ... what you did to me

Valentina and Youcef are standing at the kitchen's entrance, watching Dylan with grim expressions.

OR

Valentina, Tom, and Youcef are standing at the kitchen's entrance, watching Dylan with grim expressions.

PLAYER: We can't trust you as far as we can throw you.

CHOICE: ... your lies about Valentina

PLAYER: You've been awful with poor Valentina! She hasn't done anything wrong.

VALENTINA: Thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate you.

Valentina and Youcef stand at the kitchen's entrance, and Valentina's smiling at you.

OR

Valentina, Tom, and Youcef stand at the kitchen's entrance, and Valentina's smiling at you.

PLAYER: And she's not the only one you went after.

PLAYER: You've done everything you could to break up {0} and me! I hope you're proud of yourself.

Dylan smirks.

if PLAYER and YOUR PARTNER broke up

[BFF]: But even if you managed that, you also made it really obvious what kind of person you are. You won't get anything out of this. Not a thing.

if PLAYER and YOUR PARTNER didn’t break up

[partner] gently takes your hand in theirs.

[partner]: And you completely failed, by the way. We're stronger than ever.

[partner] wraps a tender arm around your waist.

PLAYER: Thank you… 

if PLAYER did bits with DYLAN

DYLAN: You say that Y/N, but it's pretty clear I've shown you the time of your life. This sink still remembers.

if PLAYER cracked on with DYLAN

DYLAN: I don't know, Y/N. You had a good time last night when we cracked on here.

PLAYER: Don't make it sound like we went all the way when we didn't!

DYLAN: Yeah, that's only because I wasn't interested in sealing the deal.

else

DYLAN: Something's very wrong with you two, Y/N and [partner/BFF]. You really should stop being so suspicious of people. Pretty sure it's a condition.

[partner] takes a deep breath next to you.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner/BFF]'s about to let Dylan have it…

CHOICE: Let [partner/BFF] rip

[partner/BFF]: You know what, Dylan? You're just a small, nasty person. You don't deserve any of the good people in this room, or in this Villa.

if BFFs with THABI

THABI: Whatever game you've been playing, you've lost!

Thabi stops and blushes.

if coupled with JAMES

JAMES: You're a... a... a nincompoop!

DYLAN: A what?

Oliver smiles.

OLIVER: That was well put.

if BFFs with ?

[BFF]: So I suggest you make yourself scarce, because we're all more than done with your bullcrap!

Dylan looks at BFF like he's been slapped.

OLIVER: That was well put.

if coupled with ?

[partner]: Now stop acting like you're all that, and leave us alone.

[partner]: No one does this kind of crap to my girl. No one.

Oliver nods approvingly.

If ?

[?]: You think you're such a king, but you just checkmated yourself. So leave us alone!

Oliver nods approvingly.

If ?

[?]: We all know and trust each other, and your dirty tricks can do nothing to damage that. So leave us alone!

Oliver nods approvingly.

PLAYER (thinking): [partner/BFF] is really stepping up… 

VALENTINA: Wow, [?]. Telling it like it is.

OLIVER: I haven't known you guys for long, but I second everything [?] said.

CHOICE: Stop [?]

PLAYER: He's not worth it, [?]. We all see him for who he is now.

[?] crosses their arms and glares at Dylan.

OLIVER: I agree, it's better to spend energy on people who deserve it.

DYLAN: You…

But he can't seem to find the words to continue.

CHOICE: Tear into him yourself

You raise a hand, and [?] falls silent next to you.

PLAYER: I got this. Dylan, you're…

CHOICE: ... a nasty piece of work

PLAYER: There’s no genuine kindness in you. No genuine anything, really.

CHOICE: ... a complete liar

PLAYER: You haven't told us one honest thing since you came in. You lie through your teeth all the time. It's exhausting.

CHOICE: ... a fool, really

PLAYER: You think you're such a mastermind. But all you've achieved is that none of us will ever trust you.

PLAYER: We see you, Dylan. And we don't like the view.

DYLAN: Now wait a minute… 

YOUCEF: Let her speak.

Dylan shrinks.

PLAYER: I'd consider your next move carefully, if I were you.

PLAYER (thinking): What should Dylan do next?

CHOICE: Work hard to make us change our minds

PLAYER: It won't be easy though. But maybe down the line you can manage to show us your more genuine side… 

DYLAN: Pfft.

He looks you straight in the eye with a smirk.

VALENTINA: Don't think that's happening.

Next to you, [?] nods.

PLAYER: Well, that's not surprising, I guess.

CHOICE: You should try to be more honest

PLAYER: Even if you blew your chance with us, maybe that'd help you with other people down the line.

DYLAN: Pfft.

He looks you straight in the eye with a smirk.

VALENTINA: Don't think that's happening.

Next to you, [?] nods.

PLAYER: Well, that's not surprising, I guess.

CHOICE: Just stay out of our sight

PLAYER: We know exactly who you are now, and we have no patience for you. So if I were you, I wouldn't get in the way. You came into a place full of good, kind people. And the truth is, you don't deserve them. You don't deserve us. And you won't destroy the good things we have. We won't let you.

As you settle down, {partner/BFF] hugs you. Oliver shrugs.

OLIVER: As I thought, I pretty much agree with everything Y/N said.

In the thick silence, Valentina crosses the kitchen, walks past Dylan, and gives Oliver a good-morning hug.

VALENTINA: It's lovely to have you around, Oliver. I'm glad we got such a nice addition to the Villa, next to whatever snake crawled in at the same time.

Dylan frowns and lets his spoon fall into his bowl with a clank.

DYLAN: You lot don't deserve someone like me!

YOUCEF: Please, Dylan, stop. This is embarrassing. No grown human should act the way you do.

Dylan throws him a sharp glance and storms out of the kitchen.

YOUCEF: Right, now we can finally have some breakfast.

[partner/BFF]: Y/N? You OK?

PLAYER (thinking): [partner/BFF]'s asking if I'm OK…

CHOICE: Much better now

CHOICE: No, but I will be

PLAYER: I'm surrounded with good people. That's bound to make things better.

CHOICE: Ask me again later

[partner/BFF]: I will.

[?]'s arms tighten around you. You close your eyes for a second, and when you open them, a plate with toast and fresh fruit is floating under your nose.

OLIVER: We thought this might help.

if coupled with TOM: Oliver, Youcef, and Valentina stand in front of you.

else: Oliver, Youcef, Tom, and Valentina stand in front of you.

YOUCEF: It's not much, but it's better than an empty stomach.

Valentina nods.

VALENTINA: I'm glad you stood up to him, Y/N. Someone had to.

PLAYER (thinking): Everyone made me a small breakfast plate…

CHOICE: Tell them you love them

PLAYER: You guys. I love you so much.

if on YOUCEF’s route: Oliver and Youcef blush furiously.

else: Oliver blushes furiously.

CHOICE: Cry a little

Tears fall out of your eyes, and everyone gently pats whatever bit of your arms they're closest to.

YOUCEF: I hope the plate isn't why you're crying! I know this isn't the most refined meal, but still…

Everyone chuckles.

CHOICE: Grab the plate

PLAYER: Heck yeah!

You tear the plate out of Oliver's hands, making him goggle at you, while everyone else chuckles.

[partner/BFF]: And she's back!

VALENTINA: Right. Shall we go eat a bite on the beanbags?

[?]: Let's go.

You all walk out into the warm sun. All the Islanders are on the beanbags, except for Dylan, who's nowhere to be seen.

if broken up: [partner]'s seated as far from you as possible and doesn't meet your eye.

[?]'s next to you, holding your hand.

[?]'s seated behind you, their arms wrapped around your waist.

[?]'s on the next beanbag over.

I’m assuming this is Najuma (if she wasn’t your previous partner) Thabi and Angie???

TIFFANY: Typical Dylan. He just slinked away.

VALENTINA: Yeah. After Y/N and [BFF] told him what's what, that's not surprising.

TIFFANY: Sounds like it was epic. I'm a bit sad I missed it.

[BFF]: I feel like he's getting off easy, though. Maybe Y/N and I should play a prank on him?

BRUNO: You could tie all his socks together with nautical knots. So he can never untie them.

VALENTINA: That sounds like it would take a very, very long time.

TIFFANY: Does anyone here even know how to do nautical knots?

TOM: I do, I sail regularly. But he's not worth that kind of effort.

[BFF]: Yeah, I was thinking something simpler... But I like the idea of using his clothes! What do you say, Y/N? Partners in crime?

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]’s suggesting we play a prank on Dylan… 

PREMIUM CHOICE: I'm in!

CHOICE: Not right now

[BFF]: Aw, really?

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI] sounds disappointed… And playing the prank could help me get some closure after everything… Maybe I should go and have some fun with Dylan's clothes… 

PREMIUM CHOICE: OK, let's do it!

[BFF]: Yay!

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] high-fives you, then pulls you up to your feet. Together you make your way to the bedroom. The room is empty, and Dylan's shelf in the wardrobe is open.

PLAYER (thinking): Even if no one's around, it still feels like a secret op! Do I want to be careful about the Dylan op or just have fun?

CHOICE: Crawl on the floor

You urgently whisper to [ANGIE/CORA/THABI].

PLAYER: Private [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]. Down on the ground and crawl to the enemy base! Now! Go go go!

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] gives you an odd look but obeys, and you crawl together to the wardrobe.

CHOICE: Tiptoe to the wardrobe

You press your index finger to your lips and motion for [ANGIE/CORA/THABI] to follow you. You both tiptoe to the wardrobe.

PLAYER: Good job, Private [ANGIE/CORA/THABI].

CHOICE: Do a battle cry

PLAYER: Chaaarge!

[BFF]: Chaaarge!

You run together to the wardrobe, jumping over discarded piles of socks.

[BFF]: What's our next move, Commander Y/N?

Dylan's clothes are in an unstable pile, folded for speed rather than for neatness. A jean leg hangs down from the shelf, and a T-shirt threatens to slip from the top of the pile to the floor.

[BFF]: I'm almost tempted to fold these properly. But I'm not sure that'd count as a prank… 

PLAYER: Unless he believes a ghost did it.

[BFF]: More like the ghost of conquests past!

You chuckle together.

[BFF]: Actually, speaking of ghost… What if we made a ghost Dylan clone? A Dylan 2.0, with his clothes and something better than Dylan in them. Like veggies or cushions or whatever!

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s suggesting we make a Dylan stuffed doll with his clothes…

CHOICE: Let's find a melon for his head

[BFF]: I see what you did there!

CHOICE: We can use a lilo for the bod

[BFF]: Something filled with air? That works!

CHOICE: We can stuff his clothes with clothes

[BFF]: Oh, it's like when they say someone's an onion. But with Dylan, when you peel a layer, there's still nothing real below.

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] gives you a bright smile.

[BFF]: Let's take them all out to the lawn then and get to work!

You grab Dylan's clothes in a heap and carry them outside. You lay out the clothes on the lawn in a rough Dylan shape.

[BFF]: Give me a second, I'm gonna go fetch Dylan's head. Meanwhile, maybe you can start stuffing his legs?

OR

[BFF]: I'm gonna go fetch Dylan's abs! Meanwhile, you can start stuffing his legs.

OR

[BFF]: Let's start by stuffing his jeans and make them look like legs!

PLAYER (thinking): I'll stuff Dylan's jeans with…

CHOICE: ... his socks

You pop Dylan's socks into the jeans legs, making sure that the pairs are all well and truly separate.

CHOICE: ... his boxers

PLAYER (thinking): I hope they're clean… 

You stuff Dylan's boxers in his jeans' legs.

CHOICE: ... his tank tops

You stuff Dylan's tank tops in his jeans' legs until they're filled up.

[BFF]: OK, next stage!

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] picks up a t-shirt and puts it on the lilo she's brought back.

OR

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] picks up one of Dylan's t-shirts and stuffs it with all the other ones.

[BFF]: There we go. Proper washboard abs.

PLAYER: It's already looking better than 1.0!

[BFF]: I think so too. Now the head!

if PLAYER chose a melon for a head

[BFF]: You do it!

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] hands you the melon, and you delicately position it above the t-shirt.

else

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] rolls a jacket into a ball, with two buttons sticking out for eyes.

[BFF]: Handsome, right?

PLAYER: Very!

[BFF]: OK, now, the finishing touch! What do you wanna do?

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s asking me what finishing touch I want to put on Dylan…

CHOICE: Put his boxers on his head as a hat

You pick up a boxer and put it on Dylan 2.0's head.

PLAYER: There. Now he looks like his true self.

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] chuckles.

CHOICE: Find a carrot to use as a nose

PLAYER: A carrot for his nose would work.

[BFF]: A long nose for a liar. Fitting~

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] does a quick run to the kitchen and comes back with a carrot.

PLAYER: There. Now he looks like his true self.

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] chuckles.

CHOICE: Maybe we should deconstruct him

PLAYER: Should we take him apart?

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] looks at you, her eyes wide.

[BFF]: And destroy our work of art! No way.

You stand up and look at Dylan 2.0.

[BFF]: Somehow, he looks less fake than Dylan 1.0.

PLAYER: He's almost charming.

[BFF]: Hey, don't go falling for him now!

You look at each other, and that's all it takes to send you into a long fit of giggles. 

CHOICE: Let's just chill here (if didn’t do the prank)

[BFF]: No worries! And if you want, we can chat a bit later today, take our minds off things.

PLAYER: Sure.

OLIVER: It is nice to relax just a little… 

VALENTINA: Yeah, it really is.

You close your eyes and doze off, cradled by the low buzz of conversations around you.

By the time you and [ANGIE/CORA/THABI] make your way to the roof terrace, it's night out.

if you played a prank: [BFF]: We still haven't seen Dylan 1.0.

else: [BFF]: We still haven't seen Dylan.

PLAYER: I bet he's hiding somewhere.

[BFF]: Or maybe he just ran away from the Villa?

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI] thinks Dylan's run away from the Villa…

CHOICE: No such luck

[BFF]: Yeah... That would be too simple.

CHOICE: I'd like that

[BFF]: Yeah, that would be nice and simple. But I guess not.

CHOICE: I think so too

[BFF]: If only... But that would be too simple.

[BFF]: There's gonna be some kind of resolution to it still.

if PLAYER and YOUR PARTNER broke up

[BFF]: Speaking of that, I guess you've got a resolution of your own incoming.

[ANGIE/CORA/THABI] gives you a sweet smile.

[BFF]: You know how they say if a door closes somewhere, it means a window opens, or something? So what's your window?

PLAYER: You mean, who I'm going to graft on?

[BFF]: Yeah! Oliver clearly dotes on you, so that's one option. And I've been picking up a whole vibe from Youcef recently. I mean, plenty of Islanders are into you, to be honest. Do you know what you're going to do?

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s asking who I want to try coupling up with next…

CHOICE: I miss [partner] too much

[BFF]: That makes sense, but... don't miss them too long, OK? I don't want you to pass up someone good because you're focused on the past. 

CHOICE: I have an idea

[BFF]: Mysterious! I can't wait to find out who you mean. You know I'll support you, no matter who it is.

CHOICE: I'll just wing it!

[BFF]: Makes sense. Living in the moment is probably the best thing you can do in here. And I bet you'll have a great time anyway.

if PLAYER and YOUR PARTNER made up

[BFF]: Speaking of resolution, I'm glad you talked it through with [partner]. You look as loved up as ever. Do you reckon it's gonna be smooth sailing from now on?

PLAYER: Do you mean, are we gonna stick together until the end of the Villa?

[BFF]: Yeah! I mean, [partner] is great, but you have options. Oliver's totally smitten by you. Youcef's been making eyes at you. You're a very popular gal! So I wondered how you felt now.

PLAYER (thinking): [ANGIE/CORA/THABI]'s asking me if my head might turn…

CHOICE: Nope, it's [partner] all the way

[BFF]: Good for you, Y/N. I'm glad you found your person.

CHOICE: Honestly, yeah, my head might turn

[BFF]: Mysterious! I can't wait to find out who you mean. You know I'll support you, no matter who it is.

CHOICE: I have no idea, I'll just wing it!

[BFF]: Makes sense. Living in the moment is probably the best thing you can do in here. And I bet you'll have a great time anyway.

PLAYER: Thanks, [ANGIE/CORA/THABI].

A noise comes from downstairs, and you instinctively look over the parapet, but the evening is quiet. You smile at each other, then let a comfortable silence settle between you while you both gaze at the night sky. Just at that moment, your phone buzzes.

[BFF]: Ooh, what's up?

"Islanders, a girls' choice recoupling will take place tonight. Anyone left single at the end of it will be dumped. {0} {1}"

[BFF]: Wow. We need to go tell everyone!

You nod and make your way downstairs.

NARRATOR: Nothing like a bit of stargazing to remind us that the Villa is all about romance. South breeze tousling your hair, red roses, walking into the sunset hand in hand… Bonds eternal like the sky… Well. If 'eternal' means until tonight's recoupling. It's girls' choice, and the boys aren't feeling... scintillating. Whose star's gonna shine bright, and whose is gonna flicker out of the Villa? Find out next on Love Island!l

[just-zodiac]

~The signs as weather forecaster

Aries: it's raining FIRE!lol jk it's raining rain. Fooled you guys..I am the best meteorologist.

Taurus: I would tell you guys the weather... but I doubt you'll actually appreciate it..so I'm just gonna sit here, knowing full well the consequences of me failing to tell you the weather report *cough* tornado *cough* until whoever took my sandwich apologizes to me. I'm looking at you, sag.

Gemini: stay indoors. At all costs.. Trust me.

Cancer: okay sweethearts, it's really cold out.. so I want you all to go home and put on your best sweaters and just take a day off.

Leo: okay,the forecast says there's gonna be a tornado,right..but..I kind of want it to be sunny..so..it's partly cloudy Everyone!

Virgo: the coriolis effect *Sagittarius in the back room begins booing* The coriolis Effect..

Libra: cloudy with a chance of rain..but I mean..maybe it won't rain..maybe the sun will come out..how will we ever know *sigh* we won't ever know..

Scorpio: you don't need me to tell you the fucking weather.it's fucking raining.There. I said it. It's always fucking raining... it's not that hard to figure out..

Sagittarius: *forgets what they're doing so they just start motioning to the green screen enthusiastically* this map..yes..this map right here..this entire map..weather.

Capricorn: it's cold.cloudy. *muttering under breath* I could do so much better than this.. I could be head reporter if I just got rid of... *realizes they're on air*

Aquarius: *wears a green suit* I matched colors with the screen.

Pisces: look like there will be some slight showers.. of love and affection because guess what folks, it's sunny.

[bighgbrother]

Oh. My. God.

I thought I had seen it all... I thought I had seen every ounce human stupidity between living in America, living in the state of Florida, AND living in the era of this god forsaken president. I thought I legitimately saw every ounce of ignorance or stupidity there is. WELL LET ME TELL YOU FOLKS.

Because it is my final week of this online college class, we have a project to do. I had to find 4 source that supported my research topic of how you can view a meteorologist's accuracy. I found 3 good supporting sources and while I was looking for a 4th one, I found the wildest title. Ever.

I-I... I just REALLY can't. It's a news article on my schools database, and I found this.

But it doesn't end there.

1.) Any person with half a mind can guess what its gonna be like for the week if they wanted to, and get it right. You're not special. You just got lucky. And 2.) Let's please pray you're not like this all the time. I mean you just publicly announced you don't care enough about you job to use the resources available to you to give an accurate forecast. What would happen if a strong storm came and hit and no one expects it? People die. That's the whole point of being a meteorologist, to provide people with correct and accurate information so they can prepare before hand and not. Die. Next I hear about this bastard giving a guesstimate and it turns out wrong? I hope that news station fires his ass for when little Timmy's grandma died because she was low on oxygen or mess but the storm was too bad to get to the store. DO YOU JOB. (It's just going to add fuel to the fire if I find out his only education is a certification from MSU. Pathetic.)

Who hasn't dreamt or thought about how the weather reflected towards their mood? At all points of our lives we get hit with the need of being a magical beings who can control nature. But when we were kids. Also, I can send you various links as to how the environment and atmosphere can change our additude and the psychology behind it.

And 3 things here, 1.) Are you really comparing yourself to one of Jesus' prophets? Or are you comparing yourself to Jesus? Which is worse, btw.

2.) LISTEN TO YOUR CO WORKERS MAN. They all 100% doubt you of these "powers" and your just brush them off. Like seriously, what are you taking man.

And 3.) Why the fuck is the news station still let him work after that claim? They have definitive proof he literally did not care enough about being a meteorologist do actually go and do it. Also, can they even claim him as a credible source after saying such things?

Sometimes I REALLY question myself why I majored in Meteorology. This...this is one of those times.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I found this article the FBI popped up on my phone. So i read it, intending to be insulted. Not wanting to post because these types of articles can twist the way we label people so we do it incorrectly

However you can read it and see how a normal person expresses their anger. There's millions of ways. Brian becomes possessive and tells me in a really mad way. Marc Antony (Blue) tells other people Then like shields me So I'm like all comfortable and treated like a baby... In a way... Where as Brian is all its your responsibility to know and understand... Like hes gonna kill people if i make a mistake... Which for me -- they're both the same. But used to Brian would confuse me... But like not in a way i was all the time bothered by it. Like if i was gonna get my period or something and sensitive to words i would be all why you talking to me like that? And i would be all cry baby and he would be all conforming to keeping me comfortable snd sane and telling me he loves me and catering to my emotional well being. Which is what Marc Antony always did... I never got the harsh violent atmosphere possessiveness from him... But Brian does it like hes creating a safe bubble for me... Like Marc Antony (Blue Paul) would before he was murdered in 1991... Brian makes the bubble way fucking closer.

Like I got a 5 foot space and not 15 miles like Marc.

Which is comfortable in itself when you're some one like me.

At first I thought about Agent Orange...

But then I realized it was more about Alex Laughlin. And I felt relieved after reading this. Like yeah it is understood and I'm not like him and I'm not crazy. And he is mean... Of course I wonder why is he so angry? But I think I explained it already yesterday.

And then I feel like I should confess something... To help you all feel relieved... Aside the fact I'm not like the above...

Like I said maybe I shouldn't stop the release of 94 diseases... I wouldn't

But the point is I have tried and i can't do more than I already am. And y'all aint doing shit and that is the fucking fact.

So i make empty threats for yall that have anxiety or just always feel the world crashing in on you or you have depression. I want you to know i do say shit when I'm mad and I don't necessarily mean all the actions i say i can do.

Its the point i can and many need to open their eyes to what i am doing and that i do care and Yall just dont know what i have done Because I don't see the need to brag about it.

But I am oftentimes told I am unfair when I am angry. All I see is unfairness and wrongs and so sometimes I call out every hospital in the world and tell them They're pieces of shit.

And what I mean is. Those photos of them with masks leaving painful marks on their faces is unnecessary and if they listened to my over and over again then they wouldn't feel that pain. At the same time I know the evil in the world and I know the world is under attack and I know they're scared. So if I tell them to remove one evil or potential evil from their lives in a loud dramatic way one time... Then leave the N95 masks to the ER. Duh. They need them. We don't know what is gonns blaze through those doors next.

Sometimes my threats are real. A lot of times. But because im a POW... It is other people whom who have to fulfill them... So in a way they are empty because someone has to get in that threat and force it to be true.

But no one is gonna allow 94 diseases to just go blown out into the world. Unless it has been catered and altered to be safer and have a point behind its deadly threat.

All threats must have a point so yoh can think and evaluate not judge. But think about them and as to why.

77% of alien life were pissed. After i explained the point of the Thedadorian only 7% were still angry. Mostly because the other 70% thought it was jsut for humans. Which it is not. As yall been educated for since December Aliens need to get the fuck off the planet... Those prohibiting will get it.

Now those aliens that are just like thinking about humanity and not understanding fully they're aliens... But also the same time when they get the Thedadorian they have full blown COVID symptoms.

Which adds up to "im fucking serious get the fuck off" and which means they should just give up already... It makes it easier to.

The point I want the survivors that are human to see of my confession especially you babes that take everything hard like I do, the more idle threats or empty threats I make the less they're to be believed. Each one means less.

So Y'all I know. "But one day shes gonna have a big one so no point to put down our guard because she for real is just gonna make every thing bad for everyone"

I know. But you have to get out that good vs bad. Pro vs con sheet you should write out and put on your fridge.

So when you get scared or so overwhelmed you don't understand anything anymore you can look at it.

I stopped tornadoes... As I know for now... There are still minor tornadoes or "dirt devils" because some od the huge windmills for electricity can not lock. They have to be manually tied down which is dangerous or taken down. It is just like a pinwheel you put in your yard if there is a breeze they turn on their own.

So what it means is high dangerous winds like in New Mexico will occur. Im used to them after 14 years of our windmills... But Y'all others may not be.

Remember to use two hands when you drive on your steering wheel so if you get into an open cross wind area then you won't be blown off the road or into another lane or car. Bridges are most dangerous now in Mississippi and Louisiana for this to occur. Two strong steady hands on the wheel that's all babes. Keep it in your lane.

Having your hands prepared to steady your car will prevent over correcting. Which is the major cause of accidents.

My insurance companies will not raise rates during this economical time Allstate and American. Even if you wreck. Nor after the Quarentine is over. They're just overlooked altogether.

Now in areas that are expected to have high dangerous winds suddenly are having "socks" installed

They're often seen at airports.

Its a cone shaped or think Triangle. Or even a fabric traffic cone -- they're all Orange or an orange yellow. And they're on high flagpoles

If they lay limp no wind. If they're flying -- totally "standing" erect.

Its dangerous, there are high winds. The smaller and of the sock tells you which direction

So if the small end is on the right side of the flag pole -- be ready -- the wind will hit you hard on the left side of your car.

Two hands on the wheel. Watch yourself and drivers in front of you. You may not even feel it. But sometimes it will literally push your car. Just keep going if you don't crash. Eyes on the road. Hands at ten and two (look at an analog face clock) and just be strong. You'll be fine and you're as safe as possible

Its new to you but Arizona has had them since the 1970s and I drove in them at 17 years old as a new driver with less than a 2 months old license. So if I can, you can.

And locally we don't have orange socks... We just literally get pushed. Windy days it's just two hands on the wheel... I look ahead and if 3 out of 5 cars are doing a wiggle... I know make I sure i got two hands on the wheel because they got a cross wind and im gonna get it too.

Every day im challanged by tree and others to work and think

So I'll do it to Yall too

Because its healthy

Remove the crap. Go stand by the window and get some sunlight and burn that craps sway and find truth and find a way to accept it.

We're not here to judge tornadoes and cross winds. We have to find truth and accept it

It went on for weeks. Scientists and meteorologists and Power companies. Nothing. Deaf. Blind. And dumb.

It took me. So don't fucking judge me.

Judge someone responsible. Like scientists. Meteorologists and Power companies. All thinking they are innocent. Sitting back and watching MASS DESTRUCTION. And nothing

Fucking simple. Turn off the fucking fans.

I was angry. I am angry.

People got hurt. Lives destroyed.

Some it worked out best for.

However... Their homes and cars.

The fear... Its sad.

[mouseymatchmaker]

male matchup for AOT, DRR, and naruto please? I have a very sweet disposition, and I'm always putting others before me. on the other side, i'm a bit too realistic, and i don't sugarcoat anything. i'm a do no harm, but take no crap kind of girl. i tend to avoid overly rambunctious and loud people, but I love people who enjoy intelligent conversation and are loyal no matter what. i can't stand animal abuse or tardiness. i've been a ballet dancer for a long time and I want to be a meteorologist!

Can I just say I love you so much my fellow dancer :D And Meteorology… I used to want to do stuff like that with regards to storm chasing :D Much love

Attack On Titan

I think that the man for you is *insert drumroll*  Jean. 

I think Jean is a man suited for a person with a sweet disposition. Imagine this little mushroom getting all blushy on the inside when you do something cute? It’s so pure! However, the fact that you’re also no-nonsense is really good too because he knows you can handle yourself without him needing to get involved (Wanting to get involved is an entirely different thing :P)

He can be a little loud but I think he’s only really loud and rambunctious when he’s near Eren, so you might be alright on that front. I think that should the conversation interest him, he can talk for hours on end, shifting from one topic to the other. I can see him being the kind of guy who can be a little tardy, but he always would have a good reason (he’s a soldier, on time or early is something drilled into him so he would always have a good reason). 

This guy would love to watch you do ballet, it can be graceful, smooth and soft or it can be elegant, passionate and intense depending on the choreography and song. In a modern AU, he’d totally photograph the dance and get all these wonderful positions perfectly caught on camera :D

Overall, I think you guys would be pretty chill together :D

DRRR

This one was tough… I think that the guy for you would be… Kadota :D (I’m Kadota trash :P)

This guy would love how sweet you are and he would also adore your dancing too; if you ever needed help with lifts, he’d be more than happy to lend a hand. Whether he got on stage to help with lifts in a show or something like that would be a bit here and there. 

He’s also real happy you aren’t a pushover, it means that he can relax and offer advice here and there on what to do if you need to put someone in their place with regards to how they treat you. He’s not a loud person but his life in Ikebukuro can be a little loud, so you may have to watch out for that. This is also a guy who strikes me as uncommonly intelligent (like people don’t think he’s smart or well-read, but he really is!) so conversations with this guy could go on forever (Until drama or the otaku duo interrupt :P) 

I think he’d also have an interest in meteorology, so he’d always ask little questions about it and answers will probably generate more questions. I.e. you have a meteorologist in the making with this guy :P

Overall, you guys would have some wonderful conversations, you’d be so chill and you’d enjoy each others company :D

Naruto

Shikamaru. Hands down. The minute I thought you’d like to have intelligent conversations, this guy popped into my head and would not leave. 

Although you might have to wait until he’s in the mood, once he’s in a talkative mood you guys could have conversations until the end of time (Or until he falls asleep). I think that his knowledge of meteorology goes as far as clouds, so always be ready to tell him whether he can watch the clouds today or whether he’s potentially going to be drenched to the bone. 

I’m going to guess this guy doesn’t care much for dance, but like Kadota, if you needed assistance during practice, he’d help you out but never in a show or something like that unless you had no one else to help. 

He’d also like that you’re able to handle yourself… less trouble for this lazy ass and he’s a bit like you, he’s very open about real possibilities and won’t dim it down to make people feel better. It is what is is, so to speak. He’s also not loud at all and actively avoids rambunctious people in favour of peace.

Overall, you’re both very similar and are the same wavelength. If you can handle two of you, then you’re all set for this guy :D