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armpirate · 6 months

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 35

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

Chapter warnings: smut, unprotected vaginal sex

Y/n waited, arms crossed while her legs hung over the edge of the bed. Being told that Jungkook was behind all those people moving to take her out of that abandoned warehouse gave her mixed feelings. She was happy to hear he was the one behind it all, to know that he still cared about her enough to look after her. But guilt also showed up whenever she remembered his father's words, and how he didn't show the slightest hesitation. The fact that he involved himself in all that mess only meant that he'd have a red dot aiming right at his head.

The hours passed by slowly after Jimin told her that Jungkook was on his way to where she was, with his plane landing in Mallorca in the next few hours. She wasn't sure how to react, or what to do, when she saw him for the first time. She didn't even know what his attitude would be when he showed up. She just didn't know what she'd feel when he crossed the door and stepped inside her room.

Was she supposed to hug him? Kiss him? Slap him?

Jungkook was certainly in that same stage, wondering how he was expected to act after sending her away for no reason. When Jimin sent him a text, telling him how everything turned out the right way, he also made sure to add how annoyed and angry Y/n was. He knew her, he knew what she was capable of when rage clouded her mind. She wasn't able to think straight, and jumped to the first action her emotions threw her to. She could easily be trying to sneak away, and at the same time she could be crying in one corner of her room while she waited for him.

He didn't get any sleep, he wasn't even comfortable, but her body felt light once the jet landed in the airport. It was as if seeing her was the only motivation he actually needed to get his system to work properly. Every person he came across lowered their gaze, avoiding to make eye contact with him -just in case their looks could be mistakenly perceived as a challenge or a threat.

Everybody knew how delicate the situation was, even if they didn't know the whole story. Rumors flew faster than he was able to control them. Soon everyone knew there was a new enemy, and that someone would be accused of helping them at the minimum sign.

A tall caucasian man, with a short beard turned to him as soon as he was aware of his presence, a wide nervous smile trying to hide the fact of how scared he actually was of being in front of him at that moment.

—Mr. Jeon...

—Where is she?

The young boy licked his lips nervously, pointing to the narrow and long street that was behind him. When looking over his shoulder, Jungkook noticed there were many houses, with a maximum of three floors, at least in a distance his eyes allowed him to see.

—Number thirteen, sir —he informed, aware of what Jungkook was looking at—. Mr. Park told us to watch the surroundings rather than the house...

—Okay. Make sure no one approaches the area —looking him up and down, he raised his eyebrow—, and try not to attract attention. Ujin —he called the name that had been watching his back all the way from Seoul to Spain—, look around and make sure nothing weird happens.

He tried to make sure everything around that area would be safe for the both of them, but especially for her. Hiding himself on that confident facade, he tried to make less obvious how nervous he actually was of seeing her. His beating was loud and fast, aiming to destroy his rib cage with every step he took inside the house, almost able to see her through that shiny white door.

What he didn't know is that his alert had to be higher inside the safe place.

His heart squeezed on his chest when he was forced to move his body down, dodging the object that was thrown to his head as soon as he opened the door and stepped inside her room.

Y/n had heard the main door opening slowly, and the crack of the wooden floor with every gentle step the person took to where she was. Holding the glass bottle Jimin left for her the previous night, she got ready to defend herself when the door clicked.

She didn't wait to ask, she didn't wait to see who the person was, the steps were already too suspicious for her to be calm -and Jimin also assured her he'd let her know when Jungkook showed up.

His doe eyes opened wide, looking up at her and still not able to believe she'd have smacked his head without letting him speak.

It was even worse when she was aware it was him.

—Don't get close to me —she warned him.

Maybe she was afraid after everything that happened. Maybe she was still in shock.

He took a step in her direction, thinking that seeing him properly would calm her down, but her body reacted fast, holding the glass of water and throwing it to the ground, breaking down a few centimeters away from his feet.

—Y/n... —he called her name in a warning tone, taking another step in her direction.

—Jungkook... —she imitated his tone—. I told you to stay away —she threw the other glass, making Jungkook stop his movements.

He wasn't able to explain her expression. It wasn't like the other times she'd reject his presence and that she'd show the disgust on her face. That time he could actually tell she didn't want him to leave, but at the same time she seemed scared, frightened about the idea of him getting closer to her.

While she looked away to find something else to throw in his direction, Jungkook took the chance to approach her fast and wrap her body with his arms. Y/n tried to push him away, she punched his arms and chest, tried to move away, but he'd never allow her to escape again.

—Let me go —she shouted, fighting against him—. Get off me —with every word she let out, her tone was louder, but her fight was weaker—. Let me go —her voice cracked with the last letter.

She broke when he slid his hand on the curve of her nape, under her hair, squeezing her skin while he encouraged her to hide her face on his chest. Jungkook heard her among sobs, voice barely audible while being quieted with his body.

There were many feelings going through her mind at that point. She wanted to hug him tight and never let him go, she wanted to punch him in the face for making her step away from him, and she wanted to be the one pushing him away to protect him from his own decisions... Although maybe that was already too late. She felt confused at her own feelings, losing herself to the fresh scent that made her forget for a brief second how angry she actually was.

—I was afraid of never seeing you again —she admitted—. I told you I wanted to be with you, and you pushed me away —she sobbed—. You have no idea how bad I hate you for that, Jungkook.

—I know. I'm sorry —he held her tighter with every word that slipped through her lips—. Doll, I'm so sorry.

He finally felt her arms wrapping around him as if she didn't want him to let go, her fingers hung on the fabric of his gray shirt as if her life depended on it, while the rest of her body trembled and vibrated with her sobs and whimpers.

—It won't happen again. I promise —he kissed the side of her head—. I'll keep you by my side even if my life depends on it.

That sentence made her cry harder, hugging onto him when the reality of those words fell on her harder. The fact that he was there, trying to calm her down and comfort her, while he promised to be by her side, only meant one thing.

—Are you okay? —he moved back slightly, cupping her face to analyze each one of her features.

—I'm okay —she nodded, holding his hands—. And it's not like that 's what matters right now. The person behind it...

—I know —Jungkook nodded—. And I'll keep you safe whatever it takes.

—You're in danger, too —her voice cracked while telling him—. You shouldn't have come.

—He can prepare whatever he wants. It wouldn't stop me to make sure you're okay —he assured her, eyes fixed on hers—. I'll take every bullet and every hit just to be right here with you, Y/n.

Standing on her tiptoes, she was the one who hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck tight, as if she still didn't believe he was there in front of her.

—We're together in this —he whispered—. I mean it this time. I won't let you out ever again.

—You better —she scoffed.

Jungkook was mesmerized by her, looking into her puffy eyes, down the wet trail her teardrops marked on her cheeks. His digits digged in her scalp, automatically having her closing her eyes and breathing heavier.

—Aren't you going to kiss me?

Leaning closer to her, he rubbed his cheek against her, lips falling right on her earlobe before he spoke:

—I thought you said you didn't want me to touch you.

—Okay.

She was only able to rustle that word and turn her body to the door, when his hand trapped her nape and forced her to turn around again. Her lips received him openly, molding on his and allowing him to suck them while she smiled proud.

Jungkook gave her exactly what she was looking for.

Their hearts were beating together against their chests, while their lips moved in complete sync. Perfectly permeated.

—I missed you so bad —he assured her—. I was going crazy wondering how you were doing. Your calls were the only thing keeping me sane.

Her rounded eyes moved up to his, intrigued by his words, stopping the gentle rubs on his tummy and side to focus on what he had to say.

—I saw each one of your calls —he nodded—. I'd stare at the screen until you just gave in and stopped calling. And every day, you kept calling back. It was the only form of communication I allowed myself to have with you because I didn't want to make it more difficult for you.

In her mind, there never was the possibility of Jungkook ignoring her or cutting any type of contact, she always believed he was attached to her somehow. But hearing it directly from him, admitting the pain he went through while he avoided calling her back, it shed a new type of light on their relationship.

It didn't matter what happened, who tried to come between them or what the danger was, he'd always try to stay next to her.

His eyes dropped to his shoes as he spoke, avoiding any eye contact with her while his body started sinking to his knees. In front of her, the same man who was intimidating and respected by others was kneeling in front of her, palms falling on his joints while his head dropped down in a guilty position.

—I'm sorry —he whispered—. I got you involved in all of this. And now your life is in danger because of me.

The color of his knuckles changed, going from the soft tan to a white tone as he closed his fists tight on the fabric of his black slacks, and his voice trembled with every word he spoke.

Holding back her own tears, Y/n looked around, sinking to her knees as well to hold his cheeks and force him to look at her. It was only then she was aware of the teardrops piling in the corner of his eyes.

—You're acting as if I wasn't the one who sided with the enemy —her thumb traced circles on his cheek—. And don't apologize, because that'd mean you regret what has happened between us, and I don't regret a single thing.

Y/n sounded comforting and, most importantly, confident of her words. Her gentle and soft smile gave him butterflies, while she tried to get him back to the tough person he was.

—The only thing I regret was trusting you when you wanted me to leave Seoul —her lips twisted in disgust—. But for the rest... not a single thing. I'd probably do it all over again if I had the chance to go back. I'll fight with you, right next to you. Now, and every time I have to. I will trust and protect you with my life, and I will allow your help and guidance on every step I need to take to completely be one of you. As your companion, your reason and your strength. I'm yours, Jungkook.

He slowly looked up at her, surprised by some of the words she used, recognizing the speech he gave when he claimed her in front of everyone.

—What? You didn't think I would ask around what you said that day? —she raised her eyebrow.

Her nature, even in that situation, was so bright and special. Y/n always found ways to surprise him, to make him feel small in a world where he was expected to be the rougher and bigger one. She completely tamed him when she was the one who was supposed to be tamed. She had him in the palm of her hand.

—No —he shook his head, making her frown at his response—. I'm the one who's yours, doll. Entirely and completely yours. Even if my life is at risk.

Y/n moved first, linking their lips together, sucking his lower lip so slowly, that she felt perfectly each one of his lip rings on the inner side of her mouth, feeling them cold and rough in contrast with how puffed and humid he was.

Sneaking in between their bodies, his right hand managed to reach her jaw, holding her in place as the kiss turned rougher. Only interrupting the swings of their tongues the second her digits started crossing the collar of his shirt, tips directly touching his warm chest with success.

In between kisses and shared caresses, the top of their clothes were long gone, gasping and breathing deeply at the contact of their naked skin touching for the first time in so long. That first kiss was like giving a small dose to an addict, neither of them would have enough with only that.

She traced the tattoos on his arm while his hands worked on her jeans and her panties, and moved his tips over her soft skin, trying to get the exact feeling of how she felt tattooed in the back of his brain. Not like he was expecting to need to remember it, because there was no way he was ever going to let her go.

His eyes were fixed on his mark in the middle of her chest when she sat on top of him on the bed. There wasn't rage anymore in his system, he just felt upset over what she went through for him. Although those thoughts were swept away when her hand covered his, moving it lower in her body to the place where they were connected. There was no point in overthinking it or worrying about that mark, when what they had went further than that.

They gasped on each other's mouths when her walls took him in completely, feeling each inch stretching her out ever so carefully that she thought she would go dizzy.

She was taking care of him, paying attention to every small sign just to make him comfortable, fingers caressing his torso and cupping his cheek as she jumped on him. Jungkook kissed her palm, fixing his eyes on her while he helped her move with both of his hands on her hips, squeezing her flesh when he thought she was going way too fast.

Y/n was making love to him, and he wanted to taste every second of that moment. He wanted it to last for as long as possible.

—Please, let me go faster —she begged against his lips.

—Just a bit more, doll —he asked, raising his fingers over her spine—. Let me have you like this a bit more.

Their lips were linked together again, adding more to the electricity that was building up with the anticipation. Y/n was the only woman that got his attention, and the only woman that ever made him think of slowing down at the same time he wanted to go at his full speed. She made him feel things he had never felt before, and he wasn't willing to lose her again. Not when he could avoid it.

His fingers reached her nape, and he made sure her body was perfectly placed as he accommodated himself under her. Jungkook started grinding his hips against her, making their bodies collide against one another and reaching spots in her insides he had never reached before. His heels found support on the mattress when he sped up his thrusts, giving her that speed she was asking for not so long ago.

If Y/n wanted it, Jungkook was going to give it to her.

The filthy sounds of their bodies clapping against one another, and their moans mixing in the air made her clench tighter around him. Her whole body was ready to combust for him only, and he knew it.

—Who am I, doll? —he asked in between moans, with a shaky voice— Nobody else will make you feel this way, right?

—No, you're the only one —her nails were digging on the fabric of the pillow as she battled to pronounce all those words—. You're the only one I care about, Jungkook. The only one I love.

Her words did no good to his system, because something in his brain clicked, something that made him pound into her like an animal, as if he wanted to mark her forever, let her know deep inside her no one would ever reach those spots that were hidden for him only.

His nails scratched her skin, pouring all his energy and strength until her moans barely gave her any time to breathe and her pussy was clenching around him desperately. One more thrust, while lifting his hips enough to rub against her clit, and she let herself go against his mouth, moaning loud while he spilled himself inside of her.

In between shaky breaths and lazy looks, Jungkook always took care of her, caressing her back and playing with her hair just the way she liked.

—You're the only one, too —he whispered out of the blue—. The only one I love and the only one I will die to.

Her heart pounded against her chest excitedly, smiling at his words, but avoiding looking up to him because she knew she'd turn into a giggling mess if she did look up at him. The shiverings those words created were nothing compared to how she felt when he leaned to kiss the top of her head.

—What will we do now?

—Fight —he answered, sure of his reply—. I'm not planning to let you go ever again, and definitely I don't have scheduled my funeral either. So there's only one solution to this. Bold of my father to think he'd win if you and me work together.

—He really doesn't know what he got himself into —Y/n whispered, smirking when she looked up at him.

They both were broken people, that life managed to bring closer together so both of them would be able to heal and grow. And who was his father to try to separate what the universe unified?

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Maria Fagerström, globe-trotting Swedish airline pilot, graduated from aviation school in Sweden, OSM Aviation Academ as well as from high school of the natural science program where she obtained a commercial pilot license. While concurrently working part-time as a simulator pilot at the Swedish Air Traffic Control Academy, she successfully completed her studies to achieve her dream of becoming an airline pilot. Having obtained a comprehensive aviation training, including a multi-engine license, instrument rating, MCC course, and ATPL theory, she earned her frozen ATPL, that enabled her to embark on the journey of applying for aviation jobs as a first officer.

Soon thereafter, Maria secured a coveted spot in the cadet program for Ryanair, where she took to the skies as a first officer on the Boeing 737-800. Following an intense few months dedicated to type rating in Amsterdam and London, she was assigned her initial base in Palma de Mallorca, Spain, later transitioning to Tenerife before settling in Alicante.

With aspirations of eventually becoming a long-haul pilot, Maria, now a seasoned 737 airline pilot, adheres to a fixed roster, conducting flights within Europe. Her journey highlights the dedication and perseverance required to navigate the aviation industry.

It's worth noting that the proportion of female pilots in the aviation sector remains relatively low, constituting approximately 5% of all commercial pilots. Despite these challenges, individuals like Maria are breaking barriers and contributing to the diversification of the industry.

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Five

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @ the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Lots of smut, talks about having kids, cum as lube, PiV

Breeding Kink (1.9k)

“Javi-!”

“That’s it, Solecita, you always take me so well.”

Every part of you was alight with sensation as Javi thrust into your wet heat over and over, he always felt so much bigger like this when he was draped over your back, and it was starting to become a challenge to even keep your knees under you as he panted so harshly in your ear. One of his hands had a hold on yours, fingers woven between your own and palm encasing the entire back of your hand, and his other arm was under your body to hold your thighs in place so you didn’t end up being pushed up the bed.

Orgasm number ‘I wasn’t counting’ made your body lock up and clamp down hard, Javi’s surprised moan and his pace picking up only heightening the feeling, the sound of the wet squelch of your release and the slapslapslap of his hips meeting yours all deafened by the white noise as you blinked away the stars in your eyes. Javi moaned your name as he reached his own orgasm, hips humping shallowly against you, and he stayed there draped over you as he began to kiss and suck at the skin he could reach with his mouth.

Both of you spent that morning on the beach, just relaxing and talking about everything and nothing, even if Javi had tried to sneak out of bed to make you breakfast first. All day he had spoiled you with time in the sauna, after getting a private masseuse brought over today and the day before, so you’d been lax and limber when your boyfriend’s eyes had darkened with want and he’d guided you back up to the bedroom just after an early dinner when you were alone again.

Now you were laying under him, breathing in the smell of sex and his bodywash and shampoo that was becoming ingrained in the fabric of the blankets, and you could feel his heart beating in his chest like a war drum against your back. Javi pulled himself away and then lifted your hips higher before he dragged his fingers against the come starting to drip out of you, pushing it back into you and making you whimper, you could feel the way he was just looking at where you were still dripping with him.

“Javi, s’not enough.”

His hand, which was resting just on the back of your thigh, gripped your skin tighter at your soft whine and you couldn’t stop the way you moaned when he straightened up behind you and pulled your hips back so that they were higher in the air.

“Not enough? You don’t feel full of me yet, Solecita?”

“Need more, wanna- s’gotta take.”

His loud intake of breath at the throaty remark made you look at him from the corner of your eyes, head resting sideways on the blankets, and Javi’s face was focused on yours with an intense expression you had never seen on him before. Feeling his shaft drag against you, hard again and eager to go, made you press your hips back and arch a little more.

“You want me to fill your pretty little pussy so full that you have my baby?” He was teasing you by dragging his cock through your slit, making you whimper as you nodded, and when he didn’t immediately do anything about it you realized he wanted a verbal answer.

“Yes Javi- I want you to make sure there’s no way it doesn’t take.”

It wouldn’t since you had gone for birth control for yourself, or if it did then the chance was less than a percent, but the idea that there was even a chance that it could happen made you throb between your legs. The fantasy was enough for both of you right now.

“You’re going to look so good, Solecita, your beautiful breasts full of milk and your body swollen with my child.” His voice was so low and husky as he slid his cock home, filling you in a single stroke, the glide smooth because of your combined release. Javi pressed one hand to the middle of your shoulders while the other held onto your hip, the arch of your back making him hit so deep within you, and Javi could only groan before he was pulling out most of the way and then driving himself into you again.

His pace wasn’t fast or frantic, it was slow and deep and you realized as he pressed your chest and shoulders down more that this was his version of breath play. It wasn’t easy to breathe with the way he was holding you down but it wasn’t the same as his hands on your neck, your head began to spin with this knowledge that he’d gone behind your back to research other methods of breath play to incorporate.

All to try and make sure that you got to try out new things.

All to take care of your needs and wants.

Fuck, you loved him so much.

Your chest tightened and your grip on the blankets was shaky at best, thighs sliding open further to welcome him deeper, and Javi’s groan from behind you made you shudder before you were dragging one hand under and behind you to feel where the two of you were joined and how wet it was.

“Going to keep you full of me, perhaps I should buy a plug to make sure none of my come leaks out of you?”

The idea made you whine unintelligibly into the air, shudders wracking you at the idea of a breeding plug being used, and the need to come slammed into you like a freight train.

When your fingers brushed your clit, which was sensitive and slick already, you knew your muscles tightened but Javi’s hand cupped yours and he pressed your fingers against it with a wheezy moan that you knew was one of the sounds he made when he was close. That sound shot right to your core and the combined feeling of him grinding himself into you just right, along with a harsh circle of your clit, had you trembling and wailing his name into the sheets as you rocked back against him to ride out the high.

Were you drooling? Probably. You couldn’t tell anymore.

Javi’s body jerked and he was pulling you back against him for one, two, and a third thrust of his hips before he was panting against your back without pulling out of your body. You stayed like that until you were shaking too badly to support yourself, but your boyfriend made you wait with your ass up as he grabbed what he needed to clean you before sliding a plush pillow under your hips when you did spin around to lay on your back.

He laid beside you, hand resting against your lower abdomen, and you could see it in his eyes that this was definitely something he liked. Whether it was the thrill of the risk or the actual goal to fuck you pregnant was still to be discussed, but his eyes were starting to droop and there would always be plenty of time to talk about it later.

Javi woke you from your little nap by kissing you gently on the cheek and whispering about how peaceful and beautiful you looked, bedside tray set up, and you didn’t bother putting anything on when you went to use the restroom and clean yourself up a little. You knew he had every intention of taking you again, and again, but for now you wanted to feel a little less wet.

After washing your hands and returning to the bed Javi pressed a button that made the hidden monitor rise up from the cabinet just a few inches away from the foot of the bed, you settled against his side as you both had gazpacho and sandwiches as a late night meal while he scrolled through your favorite streaming service and settled on a show.

“Is that something you want, Solecita?” The very random question made you look up at Javi, his brow furrowed in thought.

“What?”

“Children.”

Talk about a delicate conversation.

“Right now? No. Could I change my mind later? Yes. I won’t even bother with the ‘stable income’ part of the conversation since we know that’s pointless here but I know I’m not ready for all the body changes that come with pregnancy and after. Or how tired both of us would be, even if you hired a nanny to help out.” Javi’s lips lifted into a soft smile and he leaned down to kiss you lightly.

“Thank you, for even considering it.”

“Of course I would, Javi, I can tell you like the idea. I’m not- I’m not against making a family with you, just not right now.”

His cheeks colored but he didn’t deny it, it was definitely a big life change to think about but you had plenty of time, and only after your refresher meal had been finished and cleared away did Javi propose a game of billiards in the lounge. He made you a drink, simply wearing some boxers, and you’d only thrown on a tee shirt of his since there was nobody else here.

You could tell what he was doing when he moved to stand behind you any time you bent over to line up a shot, making you roll your eyes and spread your legs just a little bit, and you made about three shots into the second game before he was up behind you and dragging his fingers through your folds again.

“I feel like a caveman, Solecita, seeing you bare like this without my seed filling this pretty little pussy. Knowing you want a future here, with me, that you’d even think about having a family with me -it makes me want to do anything to keep you here.” You abandoned your attempt to shoot, the pool stick knocking the balls around as you bent further over the table, and Javi moaned at the wetness that coated his fingers when he dipped them inside you.

It was stupid and while you didn’t want to be some homemaker, fifties housewife… you knew you at least wanted to be his wife.

“Not going anywhere, ‘m happy Javi, you take good care of me and encourage me. You let me make choices without pressuring me, and you listen. I want you, so ‘m not going anywhere.” Reaching back with one hand, holding the hand on your hip gently, you felt the tremors in your boyfriend’s body before he was splitting you open with his cock again and kissing the side of your face and mouth.

Javi was whispering praises and gratitude into your ear and against your temple, the felt of the pool table rubbing against your skin with each thrust, and you knew you were drooling on it but you didn’t care. Javi didn’t either, clearly, and his forehead settled between your shoulders as he called you his good girl and thanked you for choosing him.

He knew exactly what he was doing calling you that.

You had to have come in record time.

You were panting hard after another two orgasms, starting to really feel the strain on your calves from going up on tip toe for a better angle, and you abandoned the billiard table for the bedroom as your eyelids began to droop from being full and now sated. Javi curled close behind you and you could feel his hand against your lower abdomen again.

Right over where your womb was.

He deserved a family and while it was most assuredly a later thought… you could see yourself being happy giving him one.

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marcelskittels · 1 year

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kinoyoga · 1 year

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No matter what happens, keep practicing. It doesn’t matter if you just stand on your mat and breathe, keep the continuity of practice going. Yoga is a gift that we honor each time we practice. If we are on the path of spiritual awakening that in and of itself is a kind of grace. While it requires great strength to change our habit patterns and update the framework of our thoughts, we can only do so much on our own. There comes a point when what we need is beyond our reach and we can only be carried where we need to go. This is why yoga is a mix of effort and surrender, hard work and faith. In times when we cannot, there is a force that carries us forward. In those moments, our job is to follow, to appreciate and to allow. Health update: My elbow and the accompanying systemic infection are both much better, but I’m dealing with a host of side effects from the antibiotics. I’ve lost my voice, my muscles and joints ache, my digestion is going bonkers, and all sorts of stuff. I’m resting today after sleeping for 12 hours last night. I welcome any prayers and good energy you feel like sending my way 🙏 I am still hoping to be better before the Seven Day Strength Challenge starts March 1st @omstarsofficial Next workshops: Malaysia, Vietnam, Taipei and Cincinnati. Next retreats with me: Norway and Italy. Tim and I are teaching for two weeks in Mallorca and then again for our summer One Month Intensive in July @miamilifecenter Come practice 🧘 Wearing @lululemon #lululemon #lululemonambassador #thesweatlife Photo @ifilmyoga #yoga #yogi #beachyoga #miamiyoga #kinoyoga #yogadandasana #ashtanga #ashtangayoga #ashtangi #omstars 💕 https://www.instagram.com/p/CpIKu9vOmb3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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stateofsport211 · 9 months

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📸 ATP Challenger Livestream (via website)

Medjedovic quickly answered the momentum question from the second set by holding his service game 1-0, before firing his forehands not only to set himself a point ahead, but also driving the rally from the baseline until his final backhand for his offensive closing concluded the 32-shot rally to break 2-0. Without any further ado, Medjedovic consolidated his service game to 3-0.

Throughout the third set, Mayot could only hold 2 service games, with the turning point coming into the eighth game of the match. With Medjedovic getting even more aggressive, he became the first person to land the ball in several times while capitalizing on Mayot’s “checking-out” erratic moments: a forehand winner to open the gate, create the match point, and respond to Mayot’s serves, where the latter took his response too low for Medjedovic to take the second set 6-2, as well as winning his third Challenger title of the year.

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bitchbrisket · 1 month

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Thanks to @slightlyintimidating for tagging me in the fic writer 20 questions game, I haven’t done one of these in a couple of years.

How many works do you have on AO3? 515

What’s your total AO3 word count?

Too many words to count?

What fandoms do you write for?

In the past there was a bit of Wicked, the three musketeers, more recently the Miss Fisher murder mysteries, Berena, Mamma Mia every so often but for the past few years it’s been a smidge of ghosts, an occasional foray into the wheel of time, a hefty dose of the worst witch (both 1998 and 2017) and a sprinkling of the Mallorca files.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

All of these are Berena. Mainly AU which is great. I do love an AU. I’m fond of most of these fics.

Lonely hearts of Holby (fics featuring radio are criminally underrated)

Love endures & love is kind (what possessed me to write a vicar ffs?)

Wolfesbane take me away (this turned out better than I realised it would)

Oh Major (smutty smut smut smut)

Love of a lifetime (I think I would have written this a bit differently, in hindsight) .

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. Comments and kudos are never guaranteed and someone took time out of their day to show me that they appreciate my scribbles.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m not a fan of ending with angst but I have written a couple that end in death or a breakup usually because the character has been killed off. The most recent was won’t find the answer by staring at the stars.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them.

Do you get hate on fic?

Every so often. Got a bit more a few years ago but I’ve recently had an anon who’d acted as if I’d forced her to read the story under duress and she decided I had psychological problems. Absolute lol.

Do you write smut?

I do. I try not to repeat the same phrases and wording all the time and I have a list of phrases I can’t stand reading so that makes it even more of a challenge.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve written a handful of crossovers. The most popular one I’ve done is Chessy from the parent trap and Miss Honey from Matilda. Someone on tumblr shipped them so I wrote the story and gifted it to them.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I contributed to one with my friend Jaqui (I never knew you were the someone waiting for me)

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Got lots; Serena Campbell & Bernie Wolfe, Siuan Sanche & Moiraine Damodred, Ada Cackle & Hecate Hardbroom, Agatha Cackle & Dimity Drill, Maria (?) & Baroness Schrader, Elizabeth McMillan & Concetta Strano, Bill Anderson & Harry Bright.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

I deleted it in the end but I was trying to write a crossover with Poirot and Mrs Bradley. But I’m terrible at writing murder mysteries so I gave up on it in the end. I just know that the butler didn’t do it.

What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told that I write great comedy one liners. That my writing isn’t cliched and the way I describe a character’s emotions and actions feels very real.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Extending dialogue for a long time is a struggle for me. I do well without much dialogue. Feels like a script and it seems wooden to me. And action. Can't write any action whatsoever.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Fine. I’ve done it occasionally.

First fandom you wrote for?

I think Elisabeth the musical?

Favourite fic you’ve written?

I can’t pick just one. But I really enjoyed writing Sweet nothings & Wind's in my eyes, I heed your call

Tagging: @batnbreakfast @marvelousmadmadammim @sosaywefrakkinall711 @hovercraft79

Questions to respond to:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Musical Chairs

Part One of All's Fair in Casa Amor

read it on AO3 | chapter written by @crimswnred.

Bobby gets stuck straight into Casa Amor with speed dating. After weeks of being in nothing but friendship couples, are any of the new girls catching his eye?

Bobby sat down on the chair nearest him, trying to not look too sloppy in front of the cameras. He straightened his back and adjusted his purple shorts under the table, wondering how long they would be waiting for the producers to get it right. He had been in Mallorca for a couple of weeks now, so he should be used to the sun, but there was nothing worse than being left alone with his own thoughts under the hot Spanish sun while a bunch of cameramen kept strolling around the lawn.

Although, to be honest, his expectations weren't so high. From the moment he stepped into the Villa, he was nothing but a good mate in the eyes of the girls. He kept hoping his luck would change at some point, that a sweet girl would come in and take his heart but nothing. Not a single step in the romantic direction, nada. Even the new girl, Chelsea, seemed uninterested in trying things with him – even though he would never go for her, too many sibling vibes.

So you couldn't blame him for doubting that three days would shift his fortune on the show and if a girl did show some interest in him, the chances of it being real were lower than before. It wasn't like he closed himself to a little bit of action – after all, his couple with Marisol was just a friendship couple – but he knew these six new girls wanted nothing more than to stay. And as the only boy single and available, Bobby was the easier target.

But being next to the lads, Bobby was sure half of them wouldn't even look at him, and the other half would see him as nothing but a good mate. All he could hope for was to keep having a good time and use his 15 minutes of fame after the show was over. Maybe that way he could open a bakery and try a relationship after this as he had planned to begin with.

The producer let the boys know they were bringing the girls and soon enough each of the boys had a girl by the side of their tables. Bobby craned his neck, observing the order. Lucas was right next to him, and then Gary, Ibrahim, Noah and Henrik, all positioned in a weird type of circle.

He wondered if the producers had bets on who would end up with who – and who would switch. He knew they probably expected him to switch and he could admit that was the reasonable thing to do, considering Marisol was ready to hunt. But again, keeping Marisol safe should be his priority plus, he had zero expectations, it was just three days.

Urgh, three days.

Bobby took a deep breath before the buzzer sounded off.

The girl in front of him sat down on her chair. She had long black hair, now tied into low pigtails, and short bangs that barely covered her forehead. Her fair skin and blue eyes watched him with too much expectation, making the weight of reality hit Bobby once again. God, these girls were up for a great disappointment.

"Nice to meet you, Bobby, I'm Emily!" She said with a rather sweet smile while she played with the thin strap of her royal blue bikini top. "How are you feeling?"

"Overwhelmed," he said, scratching his nape. "I'm not really sure of what I should do."

Emily hummed, nodding slowly as she looked around. "Well, you could start with some basic questions, you know, like a real date."

"A real date doesn't have a timer," Bobby chuckled, making her smile.

"You're right but it's a hell of a story anyway," she shrugged, leaning towards him. "Nothing like national embarrassment."

He laughed. "You tell me, I think it shouldn't be allowed to have so many moments to make fun of as I do."

"It's not that bad," she chuckled. "Truly, people like you, if anything."

"What do you mean?" He raised a brow. "They think I'm a player. "

"That challenge was totally odd, true, but we know you aren't. And if you are, you're doing it wrong, my guy."

Bobby laughed, shaking his head and Emily smiled at him, her eyes shining a bit. Maybe, just maybe, the Casa Amor days wouldn't be that terrible.

The buzzer went off and Emily waved him goodbye before she moved to Henrik's table and the girl with Lucas moved to his. She was taller than Emily and had a curvier body, with chocolate locks and amber foxy eyes. On the corner of her mouth, a beauty mark garnished her face. She wore much more make-up than the girl before, with her doll-like lips painted in crimson red.

"I'm Blake," she said, sitting down and crossing her legs. "And you must be Bobby."

She had a peaceful voice tone and posture, her expression barely changing from her calm face. It made her look elegant and expensive, making him guess she was sent for Lucas. He was the one that liked them posh and high-maintenance.

"Exactly," he answered her.

She hummed, looking him up and down. "So, what do you do?"

"I work as a hospital caterer," Bobby offered a smile but she didn't react. "What about you?"

"I'm a singer-songwriter!" She nodded and he could swear he saw her nose curving. "You're with Hannah, right?"

"Not anymore," Bobby half-shrugged. He had been with Hannah for a long time, protecting her from the dumpings until she found someone else. And she did. "She's with Henrik right now."

"The tall blonde guy? So you're technically single?" Blake raised an eyebrow at him as he nodded slowly. "Interesting…"

"Why is that?" Bobby tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. What was Blake's angle here? What did she want?

"Just that it is interesting that you don't have a strong connection with anyone right now," she said, at last, flipping her hair. "Someone asked me to figure it out."

Bobby froze. It could only mean one of the other girls, right? But who? Emily? Before he could ask Blake who did it, the buzzer went off again and the girls changed their chairs.

"Oh. My. Days." Bobby heard a high-pitched voice squealing. "Bobby McKenzie!"

Bobby smiled at the girl. With blonde hair, green eyes, a slim body and big breasts she looked like she had just stepped out of a generic fashion magazine, one of those you'd see when you are in your dentist's waiting room.

"The one and only!" He said. "And you are?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Alison but you can call me Ali!" She giggled, grabbing a strawberry from the little basket on the table. "I'm a flight attendant!"

"Well, I'm a–"

"Hospital Caterer that bakes for a hobby, I know that!" She cut him off before biting her fruit. "Would you bake us something later? I know I'd love some!"

"Sure! Anything in particular?" Well, she was a bit like Chelsea. Was she there for Lucas?

"Hm, yeah, I'd really love some cupcakes, it's been so long since I last ate one." She puckered her lips.

"'Course, I'll make some." He couldn't help but smile. Just like with Chelsea, he felt big sibling vibes but she was fun. Bubbly.

"You're the best, the girls are gonna love it!" Ali told him as she rested her elbows over the table. "You know, you're a lot cuter in person. And that's saying something, 'cause you're already too cute on TV."

Bobby blushed, scratching his nape again. "Oh, well… thanks!"

"You're welcome," she winked at him before the timer went off. "Time to switch again! See you soon, Captain B Smooth!"

Fuck. These girls were handfuls. Bobby thought, already feeling tired. He shifted in his seat as he watched the fourth girl getting comfortable in her chair in front of him.

She was perhaps a few inches taller than him, her flaming red locks falling short, almost hitting her shoulders. A black and white swimsuit highlighted her generous cleavage and made her ivory skin look even more white if that was possible. With her big sunglasses on, Bobby couldn't have a proper look at her face, only being able to spot some freckles sprinkled over her reddened nose.

"Nice to meet you, the name's Shannon," she said in an over-polite tone, nodding her head.

"I'm Bobby." He said, trying to match her tone.

"I'm aware." She smirked. "Let me tell you straight: I'm not interested in getting to know you."

"Oh."

Well, she was straightforward. He would give her that.

"But don't you worry, you'll have your fair share of ladies." She nodded again, her thick Irish accent making the conversation sound somehow funny.

"Will I?" He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with hints of mischief. God, he could find a joke there, a prank, even.

"For sure." She nodded, intertwining her fingers into each other and resting her hand on the table. "But I'm here for Rahim."

"Good luck with that!" She would need it. From the beginning, Rahim was all over Priya and vice versa. They were the strongest couple on the show besides the infamous Nope, even after the Operation Nope thing – an incredibly dumb deed on his part, that was for sure.

"I know what I'm doing," she said, getting up not a second after the timer went off. "Can you say the same?"

Well, fuck Shannon, no, I can't! He thought as he watched the girls switch places again as if they were playing musical chairs. She didn't need to be so judgemental about it but he supposed it was what the public thought about him. You're doing it wrong, my guy.

"Hm, hello?" The fifth girl said as soon as she sat down. "Can't believe this is almost done."

"The first turn." He told her.

This girl was a weird copycat of Hope, obviously being sent to mess with Noah. She had braided hair, dark skin and a slim body, just like the original Hope. Her make-up was a lot more to the natural side, though, and her eyes looked softer than the fierce look of Hope's. She was wearing a yellow bikini that highlighted her features very well and made her look taller.

"Hm?" She tilted her head.

"This is the first round, we'll have a second one."

"What?" She chuckled. "Oh, my, and here I was, thinking this couldn't be more awkward."

Bobby nodded, it was pretty awkward. "I mean, it's weird to date like that, innit?"

"Right? I feel like I know all of you!" She giggled. "It's like if they asked me to have a 30 seconds date with Tom Hiddleston and sell myself to him. I can't! Like, hi! I'm Siobhan and I like clementines!"

"Well, I'm no Tom Hiddleston…"

"True, Tom Hiddleston can't bake…" she said, but then stopped. "I think?"

Bobby laughed, hanging his head a little. "Yeah, I think he can't. It's one for me, Thomas!"

"You are funny, I thought they were just selling it to the public very well…"

Bobby gasped, faking hurt. "You did not just tell me that."

She was about to say something else but the timer went off again. Was that damn buzzer cutting his talks right at the best moment on purpose? Nah, that was too egocentric of him to think.

Siobhan stood up and walked to Henrik's table while the sixth and last girl sat down in front of Bobby. She had long blonde hair, caramel eyes that looked like they could melt and pearly skin with freckles scattered around it, looking like sprinkles. Her delicate pinkish lips were glossing and her cheeks blushed slightly as she adjusted her purple bikini before moving her white bucket hat out of her eyes' way and leaving it over her lap.

She smiled at Bobby and there was something different in the way she looked at him. He tried to gaze at her, truly taking her all in. She was taller than most girls but not tall enough to pass him and, although she was also skinny, her body didn't look model-like as the other girls' did. With her long fingers, she combed her hair to the side, letting him discover the earrings on her left ear.

"So, McKenzie," she started, her voice sounding like an old song melody, "which farm animal is your favourite?"

He coughed, a nervous laugh escaping him. "What did you say?"

"Mine is always cows. Although I'm afraid of them."

Was he going crazy? Was this a dream? Why was a hot girl asking him about farm animals? Oh, he finally had gone insane.

"Cows?" His confused tone must've matched his face because she couldn't bite down her humorous smile. "I think… Maybe a sheep? Chicken?"

"Great choices!" She nodded before laughing. Was this an odd personality test? The girl waved him off. "Sorry. It's just a trick I learned to break the ice! I'm Astrid, 23, and I love pastries."

How convenient.

Bobby chuckled. He did feel a little more relaxed now. "I'm Bobby, 24, I make good pastries and you scared me the fuck out."

She half-shrugged. "It's better than being weirdly straightforward, right?" She raised a brow. "And this musical chairs game made me too tired to think properly."

"I just thought that." He narrowed his eyes, jokingly. "Are you reading my mind?"

"Surely, and I know you just thought I was hot!"

Well… Bobby smirked.

"Just kidding," she waved him off but then paused, leaning closer with a smirk. "Unless?"

He mirrored her, inching closer to her face as his cheeks blushed a little and he felt a smuggling look grow on his face. Flirting wouldn't hurt. "You do have some powerful mind-reading abilities."

"Or we are just on the same page," she winked at him before the buzzer went off again. She looked around, rolling her eyes. "I hate this sound so damn sound," she sighed, her eyes meeting his as soon as got up. "I'll see you next round, don't miss me too much."

"I don't think I'll bear your absence, lass!" He joked, making her giggle as she strolled back to Henrik.

He looked at them for a minute. They seemed so much like each other, from the blonde hair to the tall figure, looking like a proper couple. She was probably sent to Henrik. 100%. There it goes… the disappointment.

"Back!" He heard Emily's voice telling him but he didn't drop his eyes quite yet. Astrid was leaning further back onto the chair, her hat back on her head. "What are you looking at?"

She motioned to turn but Bobby stopped her with a wave of hands. "Nothing, nothing, just spaced out."

"Get it," she smiled at him. "So, Bobby, I have a super important question to ask you, are you ready to hear it?"

"Shoot me!" He looked at her, both of her hands playing with her bikini straps as she puckered her lips.

"Can we share a bed tonight?" She pleaded. "I really don't feel comfortable with any of the other boys…"

She appeared a bit shy now, her eyes averting his own pair as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Bobby felt sympathetic, a welcoming smile working on his lips. "Sure, of course! Don't think no one else will ask me, anyway."

"Oh!" Her face melted into relief. "Thank god!"

The girls turned around the boys' tables in a rather complex dance while Bobby slowly grew tired of it. He was already used to the pacing and routine with the original girls and now, he had to get used to six new girls at once, only for most of them to be gone in three days – if not all of them. At this rate, Bobby doubted any of the guys would switch couples and he knew the production was relying on him to do it, the same way the boys had pep-talked him into trying it out with one of the new girls.

So Bobby aimed to at least look like he was trying while talking to the girls. He learned Emily was a graphic designer that had too much patience for the market. Blake looked like she was not that much interested in Bobby but was asking questions anyway – a few of them being about his type and what he expected from a relationship but not in a romantic manner but a rather interview-like one.

Ali seemed to be the most chattering one but also the least romantically interested in him – besides Shannon, of course, who just used her time to ask Bobby about Rahim. She spoke sweetly and told him all about her job as a flight attendant and how family-oriented she was. It didn't take him too much time for Bobby to realise she was sent for the crane boy.

Siobhan was fun and seemed to be open to flirting a little bit but Bobby had a hunch it was more due to the fact that this was Love Island and flirting is exactly what they were supposed to do than real interest. She had a good chat, though, and he found it impressive that she had a successful modelling career.

His last girl was her. Astrid was a breath of fresh air in the middle of chaos. She was by fair the girl Bobby felt more attracted to and she was flirting with him the last round.

"So, any other animal questions for me?" Bobby asked her as soon as she sat down.

"Cats or dogs?" She shot back as she combed her hair with her fingers again, this time to the other side, revealing angel wings tattoos under her collarbone. "And you better answer it right!"

"Hmm," he rested his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm, tapping his nose with his index. "Dogs."

She sucked the air between her teeth, narrowing her hazel eyes. "Good boy." She hummed and nodded slowly, approvingly.

And that did something to him.

He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks burn slightly. "So, what you thinking 'bout the Villa so far?"

"That Noah is a lil pretentious," she said with a giggle. "Nah, just kidding, I like it. You boys are a laugh, that's for sure."

"Have a favourite yet?" He raised his eyebrows, suggestively wiggling them and making her laugh.

Her laugh – her real laugh, not the restrained giggles she would occasionally show – was enchanting. She would hold a hand against her chest, close her eyes and tilt her chin up just a bit, while the loudest and most joyful sound Bobby had ever heard escaped her like a volcano. He could see as summer slipped around her and the Mallorca breeze folded just so it could blow her hair, and he couldn't help but wonder if she would taste like strawberries and happy mornings.

She composed herself, her cheeks, once pink, were almost red now. She nodded as her laugh died out and looked at him with glee in her eyes.

"Yes, I do," she bit down her lips, not for a moment dropping his gaze. "You."

He wanted to believe those words so much, every part of him wanted to. But his brain, oh his brain, it took things to a bitter side. She was saying this to every boy, he was almost certain. He couldn't let himself fall for it, give his heart to her just so she would dump his ass soon after.

But god, was she pretty while she was playing him.

"Did someone already ask you to share beds?" She wrinkled her nose almost as if asking him that was against her good judgement.

"Yep, Emily." He said, scratching his nape again. Was he nervous? Why was he nervous? He didn't owe her anything.

Like he had just popped a balloon, he watched Astrid sigh and deflate, slumping her shoulders and lowering her eyes. She looked upset and he caught himself frowning. Didn't Henrik invite her to share a bed?

"Well, I guess I lost this round, then," she sounded hurt as she spoke. "But don't worry, I'll have my way around… just try to keep my name in your mind from now on, ok?!"

As if Bobby could ever forget it.

After the speed dates were done, the boys were sent to pack their couples' bags as the new girls stood back, hanging by themselves next to the pool. As they walked together into the Villa, none of the boys said a single thing, holding a silence that was not common among them.

Bobby kneeled next to Marisol's cupboard, picking some sexy clothes for her to impress the Casa boys. The others were working similar to him, clothes and laces all scattered around the floor and vanities.

Bobby couldn't bear the silence.

"What are we feeling then, lads?" He asked them without glancing back, just hoping to get the conversation rolling.

"You tell us, Bobs, you're the one at the biggest risk," Noah stated as if he was talking about the weather. Such a steady voice.

Bobby only shrugged. "They all seem sound."

Gary hummed next to him. "I like the Ali girl, she got that energy."

Lucas snickered behind Gary, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure Lottie would love hearing that."

All the boys turned to face Gary. Throughout the summer, Lottie and Gary's relationship had been an emotional rollercoaster. From Day 1 when he was coupled up with Hannah – Lottie's so-called best friend in the Villa that she betrayed by kissing Gary on the terrace – until now, they had never really been smooth.

But Gary only shrugged. "Lottie's not here."

The boys gasped in unison but none of them dared to say anything. Bobby, at least, knew better than to middle into Gary his decisions.

"So, Gary is saying he's open to getting to know the new girls, what about the rest of you?" Noah asked, looking between the boys. "I, for one, am not interested."

Of course, not. God help if ½ of hashtag Nope tried to test new connections. Actually, Noah was so tightly restrained on this leash that even if Hope came back with a new guy, he would forgive her the next day. Bobby could only roll his eyes.

"I feel like Chelsea and I don't know each other that well, and that I owe myself to try It," Lucas declared. "Blake surely is my type and so is Astrid."

Yep, there it was. The handsome doctor had to be interested in the same girl Bobby was. He just had to.

"Personally, Astrid is someone I'd go for," and now Henrik was also interested, "But Siobhan is definitely a force of nature. Even so… I don't know if I should switch from Hannah."

Before Henrik came in, Hannah and Bobby were trying to keep each other safe. They had chosen each other for the last 2 recouples before Henrik and Chelsea stepped inside the Villa together, side to side, and the tall blonde lad saw something on Hannah that the others didn't. Now, Bobby was single and at risk again.

"I feel like Shannon and I clicked from the get-go," Rahim pondered from the other side of Noah. "She is a breath of fresh air, that's for sure."

Bobby raised one of his eyebrows at the golfer, who just shrugged. He didn't know Rahim was not feeling Priya anymore, at least not to the point where he would need a "breath of fresh air." He felt partially guilty for that, after all, Operation Nope was half his idea.

"So, Gary and Lucas are saying they'll be cracking on. Rahim is interested. Henrik is deciding. And I'm closed." Noah analyzed, nodding his head as he announced the names. When he finished, they all turned to look at Bobby. "What about you?"

Bobby shrugged, turning back to Marisol's bag as he throw another pair of bikinis inside. "Que sera, sera."

The boys kept going back and forth for a while about the girls, and even if they seemed interested in getting to know the girls, none of them was willing to be the first one to say so.

The day passed calmly after the boys chat, and as soon as the sun set and they were all ready for the evening, the production gifted them cheap champagne and some snacks as a little welcoming party for the Casa Amor girls.

It was impossible for Bobby not to notice how Emily was the loudest one of the bunch and also the girl that spent the day with the boys the most. While the other girls did try to talk with the boys, it was definitely Emily who did most of the talking. And now, as he was escaping the main group, he was almost glad that she was grabbing the others' attention.

Bobby sat down on the pool's border, letting his feet dip in the water as he swayed them back and forth. Under the Spanish weather, it was always a good time for him to be on the water, something that wasn't common in his hometown. Taking a deep breath, Bobby leaned back, supporting himself on his hands that rested against the grass.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" He heard a feminine voice he didn't recognise saying.

He tilted his head up to meet the owner of the voice, finding Astrid standing next to him. She was wearing a purple strapless crop top and white trousers that left her belly exposed. Her blonde hair was cascading against her back again and this time she had a black baseball cap over it.

"Be my guest!" He told her, watching her sitting next to him

"So, how are you feeling now?"

Bobby turned his body to her, tilting his head with a smile. "You are making it really hard for me not to say 'better now that I'm talking to you'."

Astrid giggled, mirroring his position. "I thought you would be more creative than that!"

Bobby averted her eyes, feeling his cheeks burn. "Sorry, pretty girls make me nervous."

"I'll take it as a compliment, then, Mr Love Island." She nudged him with her shoulder.

Bobby winced, cringing hard. The whole nation had seen him doing it. Fucking god. Most times he was completely oblivious to the camera, only acting as he would normally back home but since this Casa Amor thing had started, it felt almost like he was constantly being watched.

"Was it too embarrassing?"

"Are you kidding me?" Astrid asked, leaning forward with sparks in her eyes and a big smile. "It was awesome! Oh, my god, I love it! My favourite bit from the show. Priya's face, when she saw you were wearing her dress, was priceless."

He felt himself slowly appeasing, "Really?"

"Yeah!" She nodded, getting closer.

How honest was she being with him? Honestly, how honest any of these girls were being with any of them? As far as Bobby knew, they could all be just playing the game and trying to find a ticket to stay at the main Villa.

"You seem a little off," she said, her eyes gazing at his. "Do you miss the girls?"

"A little bit, to be honest," he said, averting her eyes as he watched the sun setting. "I was used to having them around."

Astrid hummed, turning to face the sky. "I get it. You did seem all very close on TV."

He dared to look at her, her profile looking so gorgeous against the shining fairy lights. She had a beauty mark on her cheek, a round nose and the biggest, blondest lashes he had ever seen. Like a painting, Bobby could spend days just looking at her and not even once he would be able to breathe.

She seemed upset, somehow, and he wanted to tell her he was sorry but the reason why never came to his mind. Instead, he tapped the brim of her cap and said, "Are you always covering your head?"

"What?" She turned to him, confused, but soon enough realised what he was talking about. "This?" She giggled and pointed to her cap. "I was hoping you would ask about it."

He frowned. "And why is that?"

"I saw it and thought it would look cute on you."

She grinned, leaning so close that their noses were almost touching. With a wink, she took her cap off her head and pressed it on his, and, before she backed off, she brushed the point of his nose with her fingertips.

"Boop."

And just like that, she was standing again, walking towards the kitchen with the crisps sack and her water bottle as Bobby watched her go with a burning face, a dry mouth and a racing heart.

God, these three days were going to be like torture.

Sweet but torture nonetheless.

Shortly after that, Bobby rejoined the rest of the boys as the girls climbed the stairs to the dressing room. They got ready to bed, still discussing whether they should try it with the new girls or not – a topic which was starting to bore him.

He heard as Lucas kept saying how unsafe he felt in his relationship with Chelsea and Gary going on and on about how he was in two minds about giving the new girls a chance. Rahim seemed to be the boy with the most interest in getting to know them and Noah stabilished he was sleeping on the daybeds.

"... I think she was sent for Bobby, anyway," he heard Henrik saying, making him tear his eyes off the door and turn to the guys.

"Who?" He asked.

"Emily, bruv," Gary told him, sitting next to him on the bed. "She's just… you."

"I don't think she's Bobby's type," Noah frowned.

"What? No! She's a right laugh, she's hyper and she's loud."

"You just described Chelsea," Lucas said with a roll of eyes.

"Or Bobby in a skirt," Noah concluded, sitting on the other bed right in front of Bobby.

Bobby shook his head. "I'm not hyper," he said, making the other five boys turn to him. "What? I'm not."

"I thought we were trying to find out which girl was sent to who?" Rahim slipped into the conversation as he put his sleeping shorts on.

"And I'm telling you that Emily is for Bobby," Gary insisted with a serious tone.

"And I'm saying they are not fucking treats!" Lucas frowned.

But Gary just shrugged Lucas' remark off and kept talking to Noah. "If not Emily, who do you think is Bobby's type, then?"

"Can you two stop talking like I'm not here?" Bobby chimed in.

Noah was about to say something else when his eyes diverged to a spot behind him. He nodded for Bobby to look at it, making him turn and find Emily getting inside the room with Siobhan.

"Is it ok if I lay down now?" Emily asked him as soon as she parted ways with Siobhan.

"Sure!" Bobby said, getting up. "I'll sleep outside with Noah and Gary anyways."

Noah stated first that he was sleeping outside, so Siobhan would have their bed all for herself. After talking with Ali, Gary decided that it was for the best if he also slept outside for at least one night – to honour his relationship with Lottie, or whatever. And since Emily looked uncomfortable earlier, Bobby decided to tag along with the other boys.

"Oh," Emily said, looking down but immediately turned back at him with a smile. "It sounds fun."

"If you like snoring…" he joked, rolling his eyes in good fun as she let a small laugh out.

"Let's go then, boys," Bobby heard Noah saying before he felt the taller boy's hands on his shoulder and dragged him out of the bedroom.

"Jesus Christ, Bobs," Gary said behind them as they walked out of the room and towards the daybeds. "The girl was basically begging you to sleep there."

Bobby clicked his tongue, shoving Gary. "Nah, mate, she told me she was uncomfortable sleeping with guys like that."

"Yeah, sure," Gary huffed.

When they got to the daybeds, Noah and Gary decided to share a bed – mostly because Gary was used to snoring, having Lottie sleeping beside him for a while now – and Bobby was given the spare one, happily enough to have space for himself. It was weird, to say the least, sharing a bed with Hannah and Marisol, especially when he could hear all the other couples getting down to business.

He laid down on the empty bed, watching the stars in the sky, his eyes trying to get used to the constant lights coming from everywhere. He always slept in the total dark, hating even when rooms didn't have curtains, and now, here he was, sleeping outside.

The sound of steps took him off his thoughts as he saw a silhouette making its way to the daybeds with a pillow under her arms, a bottle of water in her hands and a smile that told him she was up to no good. Astrid came out of the dark, making the boys gasp in surprise – or delight, you call it – from seeing her wearing nothing but a robe and her underwear.

It was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"Boys!" She exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. "I can't believe it, you decide to sleep outside, too?"

Too. Wait. Was she sleeping there? Bobby watched as her eyes scanned both Gary and Noah before landing on him and staying. "Didn't Henrik say he could share with you?" Noah asked her.

"He's not the guy I'd like to share with," she answered, without taking her eyes off Bobby. "Besides, I love camping! Maybe we should build a blanket fort?"

The two other boys turned to look at Bobby and he could feel their humoured grins and hints of joy in their eyes, almost being able to hear their thoughts. She was sent for you. Deep down, he silently agreed, wondering if it was by the producers or destiny.

Astrid walked to the daybed he was laying and left her bottle and phone by its side. She then smiled and tilted her head, making her hair move with it.

"Is it ok if we share beds tonight, Bobby?" She asked him with a sweet, sweet voice that made him wonder if everything she would tell him would sound so good.

"Course," Bobby said, moving over so she would have the bigger size for herself.

She offered him a smile in exchange, to which he corresponded, before getting under the duvet. She turned to him, propping up on her elbow, hands supporting her head. "I told you I'd have my way around it."

Part Two.

The next phone to pop off was Astrid’s. Before she knew what she was doing, the surge of excitement had her on her feet, already screaming the words to everyone, “Kiss the three Islanders you fancy the most!”

Astrid had Bobby, her lips were on his lips before she could even register the shock on his face. She didn’t have time to think about it, to appreciate the electrified drumming of her heart at this. In one moment she was being told to kiss who she fancied most, in the next it was just Bobby, all Bobby, and there was nothing more to it. She grinned stupidly as she pushed away, darting off to the next guy.

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Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Day 25: Unplanned

A/N: Almost finished with this challenge! Woo! Last character to have his own little series is Javi G and I’ve got a couple more for Knight!Marcus Pike. Hope you enjoy :)

Javi Guitierrez x reader

WARNINGS: anxiety

You didn’t expect to see the whole street covered in snow where it was almost covering the cars that have been parked on the side. Looking out of the window from your apartment room, you crossed your arms and tilted your head to the side, frowning.

The flight back to Mallorca would have to be postponed.

It wasn’t that you hated being in New York -okay maybe just a little- but it was more of the fact that you had to deal with rescheduling everything else that followed. Moreover, you were nervous that the two of you may not be able to make it to the family dinner.

“Morning, mi amor,” Javi purred, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling your cheek.

“Hey, Javi…” You said, although guilty for sounding distant. Javi picked up on it then placed his hands by your side, allowing him to turn you around to face him.

“You’re worried... Is it the snow?” Javi asked.

“Y-yeah…” You smiled sheepishly, looking worriedly out of the window “I’m just worried what everyone will say or think when I have to-” The anxiety that began to build up immediately eased as Javi cupped your cheeks, making you look at him once more, and caressed them.

“They can’t hold that against you,” He pecked your lips, “and I’ll make sure they won’t.” he nuzzled his nose against yours. You smiled lightly. “Thank you, Javi… I know it’s beyond my control, but you know I get nervous when things don’t go as planned. I should of anticipated this but-”

“Shh, mi amor, you’re being hard on yourself again.” He kissed you again, hushing the worried thoughts that swarmed your head. You laughed softly against his lips as you kissed him back. “Whoever concerns you can speak to me; you do not have to deal with everything on your own.” He pulled away, giving you a reassuring smile. He would do anything to protect you.

You sighed, breathing out the unneeded energy, and smiled back at him, genuinely this time. You weren’t going to start your day like this.

“I love you so much, you know?” You said and Javi grinned.

“Of course, never once have you showed otherwise. You have my heart, mi amor.”

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Proof in the Picture

For @csmicletters, based on your lovely pictures

Art is by @kaoriori_ on Instagram!

Gary is convinced fate let him have this picture of her.

It was just a night out before he left. Dicky had insisted on it- wouldn’t leave Gary alone until he agreed. Just a night to the pub for the two of them before he’d be gone for a month without his best mate. Dicky had even tried to snap a picture of him with an old Polaroid, claiming he needed the before and after, as Gary laughed and tried to grab the camera away.

And then Gary saw a girl that made him rethink whether he really wanted the summer of love. She was gorgeous, sitting at the bar and laughing at her friends, button up slipping down her shoulders from over her camisole. He was nearly mesmerized just watching her smile and eyes dance in the lights from a distance, he couldn’t imagine the effect they’d have up close. Dicky shoved him toward the bar when he caught him staring, but by the time Gary made it over, the brunette was gone. The blonde man took it as a sign, getting a round of drinks to head back to Dicky, preparing to leave everyone he knew for so long.

When he got home, he looked at the picture Dicky had taken, chuckling to himself as he saw that beautiful stranger laughing in the background. He ignored the fact that it might be weird and held onto it.

The next morning he packed up, ignoring the slight hangover, hugged his nan goodbye and boarded a plane. Mallorca was waiting for him.

Gary knew he’d been a bit of a ladies man in Chatham, but seeing the other guys he was…for lack of a better phrase, competing against, he wasn’t so sure if he was as prepared for this as he originally thought. Then the one that said his name was Bobby told them he got a text saying to line up. So they did. And as the door to the Villa opened for the first time, Gary almost felt his heart stop in his chest, because there she was. The brunette with the blinding smile, looking every bit as graceful and perfect as he remembered from the night before, only now in a bikini.

And then her heel got stuck, and she stumbled.

Righting herself with a laugh, the producers asked if she wanted to redo the entrance, but she waved them off, “It makes it more real!” Gary couldn’t help but smile as she made her way over, this girl might actually be damn near perfect. “Hey guys!” God, her voice was magic. This was a sign, right? That she was here when she disappeared last night? “I’m Becca!” He could see the way her eyes brightened for a second as they landed on him, ghost of almost recognition flitting across as her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly at him.

Gary wasn’t surprised when he wasn’t the only one that stepped forward. She was gorgeous, she didn’t seem like she took it as seriously as the others since she laughed at herself instead of succumbing to embarrassment. He had seen when one of the other girls, Lottie, stumbled and glared at the camera operator like she was challenging him to have caught it on tape. But he didn’t care what they were like.

Because Becca had picked him.

The first evening they all got together, and he heard Lottie’s guy, Rocco, blatantly hit on Becca, offering to teach her the constellations if she wanted to watch the stars with him, Gary wanted to scoff. He understood playing the field early on, but she had barely looked his way, and doing it in front of everyone was bold as hell. Becca told him that, too, with a glare on her face as she called him out. Gary decided to say his own piece, “Doesn’t seem like much. A shipyard looks just as nice at night.”

He could feel his heart thump when Becca looked at him with sparkling eyes, “I’ve been to the one near my place a few times! It’s banging with all the lights.”

Gary ignored the snarky comments from Hope about it. He didn’t care what they thought. His dream girl was getting better and better every time she spoke.

The two truths and a lie was a good time for him, he loved trying to guess Becca’s. It wasn’t a shock to him that she had dyed her hair silver, he knew she was a drummer so it probably went with her scene. Doing charity work during Christmas? That was a surprise, sure, but it just revealed how big of a heart she had. She had lied about making her friends do a birthday flash mob, explaining that she would be down to join one, but would never make someone do it.

Priya was a curveball he didn’t see coming. He knew there would be a new Islander, but he never expected her to be interested him. He didn’t show interest in her.

So he slept on the daybeds that night like Becca did. Not with her. They weren’t a couple right now, and he didn’t want to push a boundary that she might have, but he didn’t sleep far.

He wasn’t surprised when Priya gave him the cold shoulder the next morning, but he was more than happy when Becca found him and they shared some laughs before Marisol and Hannah shot her equal dirty looks as they tried to offer him breakfast. Instead he turned to Becca and asked if she’d want to cook with him, and bloody hell it was worth it to see her smile like that.

Gary saw Hope sit down with Becca that afternoon, the wind carrying some of the conversation over, and she was talking about strategy. His heart beat a little harder when he heard Becca say that she still wanted him, even though Hope tried to ‘warn’ her that he was playing the field.

When she sat with him immediately after, he complimented her swimwear but didn’t let on that he heard, and she didn’t mention the recoupling. Instead she asked about his nan, and all he could think was that she would love Becca to bits.

His stomach turned over and over as he waited for his turn at the fire pit. Noah chose Hope again, good for them, he didn’t care. Rahim chose Priya, cool because Gary wasn’t planning to. Bobby chose Hannah, but even this early Gary could tell that was more friendly than anything. But then it was Rocco’s turn.

And he picked Becca.

Gary watched the shock settle on her face, frozen for a second before she glanced at the blonde girls on either side of her. Marisol had encouraged her forward, while Lottie sported an absolutely sour expression, but then Becca glanced at Gary. He didn’t want to make it worse, so he just gave her a sad smile. She took a deep breath and made her way over to Rocco, dodging his kiss so it landed on her cheek and giving him a loose hug. Gary hadn’t prepared to think of choosing someone else. But he chose Marisol. He felt bad Lottie would get sent home, but he could tell she blamed Becca more than she blamed Rocco, and that just wasn’t fair. He watched the tattooed blonde for a second as she stomped toward the villa before he turned to Becca, who still sat staring at the fire. “Hey. I just…wanted to let ya know that I was going to pick you. But Rocco beat me to it. So just…early days and all that.”

She gave him a smile, the light shining in her eyes, before the two of them went to join everyone at the front door to see Lottie off. The blonde didn’t go quietly, either. Loudly stating about a snake hitting on her man, even as Rocco and everyone else argued that Becca had never actually hit on him and he was just taking a risk. Gary didn’t miss the way Becca shifted behind his larger frame when the tattooed girl still sent a glare her way, but he didn’t comment on it. Just shifted himself to cover her the rest of the way, and ignored that she might’ve felt safer to hide behind him by rationalizing that he was the largest.

Bed that night, Gary’s mind was racing. Usually he wouldn’t hesitate to make a move on a girl, and usually he can seal the deal or do bits in the first night. But he felt hesitant to make any moves. Marisol was beautiful, but he wasn’t going to play with her feelings. He knew who he wanted.

When she gave him a kiss, he just let it happen, but he didn’t push back into it like he would’ve before. It didn’t feel right.

The next morning he woke up to Hannah loudly lamenting that Lottie had been sent home because of him, but Becca was quick to defend that it wasn’t his fault. If Lottie hadn’t gone home, Marisol would have. Hannah accepted that, at least. Gary didn’t miss the smile Becca shot him before Rocco rolled over beside her and quickly died. Gary knew it was too soon- he only knew her name for two days- but he wished he’d been the one to share the bed with her, wished he could have picked her.

He could tell when the new boys came that while she was intrigued by Henrik, he was still her favorite blonde. She never outwardly flirted with Gary, but she more platonic friendly with the others than she was with him. With him, it was like he had her undivided attention, though no one else seemed to notice.

The kissing challenge, he was flattered that Becca had picked him for most women- that she thought he could do it- but he felt a little ashamed to know she wasn’t entirely pleased to be right. But he felt lucky to learn about how she’d cancelled a romantic weekend to be there for her friend, because his best mate was the same level of importance to him.

And then he was caught off guard when Marisol and Rocco were groping at each other, but Becca had looked resigned, like she was over the fact already.

He found her that night, after all the girls had talked it over, as she was walking past the fire pit. When she caught sight of him, he tried to convince himself that the fire was the reason her eyes lit up, he didn’t wanna get his hopes up. But he couldn’t help but flirt when she sat a little further away. “You don’t have to sit so far. I won’t bite.” He grinned and she snorted, sliding over until he could feel the heat from her skin against his arm, but not touching. “Tired of the drama?”

She groaned, almost leaning into him as she threw her head back, “I’m so sick of it. We’ve been here less than a bloody week.”

“Yeah, today was a bit much,” he said before giving her a smile, “but this makes it better.”

She gave him a shy smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek before making her way to the bedroom.

Mister Love Island was an absolute nightmare, even though Becca had given him advice first. But Gary still played up his enthusiasm just to watch her laugh. When he won, he gave her a big grin, knowing that the others had followed her lead in the end.

He got a video call from Dicky and Nan that evening, both of them telling him the same thing. They could see how infatuated he was and wanted him to chase her.

That night was basically a nightmare of his insecurities come true. The girls had to decide which boys they think would end up with girlfriends. He knew Noah would be safe, and he could tell Priya wasn’t exactly falling for Rahim but she’d play it up to keep him safe. Marisol would try to save Rocco, he could tell that after Becca bit the bullet and talked to the guy. Hannah would pick Bobby, because everyone loved him to bits, even if the two of them were only friends. Gary figured it would come down to him and the new boys, and he’d have to be blind to miss the way Lucas was falling for Becca.

He was shocked when he wasn’t in the bottom three. But he was grateful. He didn’t want to leave before he could have a proper chance with Becca.

And then he heard Marisol talking to Hannah, about how she hoped Becca had a chance with him, about how she defended Marisol having a chance with Rocco. About how Becca defended that she thought Gary could be with her.

The next night, they said goodbye to Lucas and Rocco. And that hurt, but Gary hightailed it away from the fire pit when he saw the looks Lucas was sending Becca. He didn’t want to see if she would fall into him making a move since she was single now and he was leaving.

When the text came in that there would be a recoupling, his breath caught when Becca caught his eye with a shy smile on her face.

Every time he was tempted to bring up the picture that she had accidentally been captured in, it was like fate was reminding Gary they weren’t meant to be. He almost did it at the Ministry of Sound party, but then Chelsea and Jakub showed up, and Jakub wasn’t subtle in checking her out. He has the picture in hand to show her after he would choose her at that recoupling, but then Henrik picked her even though his heart clearly wasn’t in it.

And then the girls left for Casa Amor. Becca had woken him up, told him about how she’d miss him.

He tried to be himself during those days, graft on the new girls, but it was halfhearted at best.

And then Becca came back alone. They spent the night out on the daybeds together again, but this time she slid into one he had laid in. They were both single now so it didn’t hurt anyone.

Unfortunately they had to save someone, he couldn’t pick her no matter how much he wanted to. And she openly said she couldn’t pick who she wanted. They ended up back with Henrik and Chelsea, to save them for the group, and though they both said they were open to trying it out, they didn’t stop glancing at each other.

During the Mr and Mrs game, he tried to get Chelsea’s right, and he did for some, but as he saw Henrik and Becca repeatedly get each other’s wrong, he couldn’t help but mentally recite the answers to himself knowing they knew each other’s answers because she had asked him the questions during mundane days together by the pool.

Jo and Elisa were a wrench in the plans he should’ve expected, but Becca winked at him as Jo tugged him out and he had to stop himself from laughing. He didn’t get much of a chance to talk to her that day, with the drama of Rahim’s date with Jo, and then the girls had a beach day.

He finally got to choose her again. And the way her eyes lit up, he no longer tried to convince himself it was the fire playing tricks on him. But he still couldn’t bring her the picture, too afraid fate would rip her away again.

The text about the date startled him, he hadn’t looked at anyone else seriously since he first saw Becca walk down the stairs, so who was taking him on a date? Becca woke up as he was pulling his trousers on, and she actually giggled when he admitted he was gonna let her sleep instead of waking her about it. But then she said she had a date too. And Gary felt a sweat break out under his shirt.

He was surprised when he walked out and found Lottie waiting for him, but even more surprised when she was clearly making moves on him throughout the date. He tried his best to reject her advances without being mean, and by the scowl on her face he could tell the message hit home.

Walking back in, Lottie grabbed hold of his arm, and he was too dumbstruck seeing Lucas beside Becca to shake her off.

Gary wasn’t sure how to feel when Becca clearly wasn’t phased, but then she told him about Lucas repeatedly grafting after she had turned him down, and he realized she was trying to shove her discomfort away to make sure she didn’t ruin anyones good mood. So he had a word with Lucas. And if Becca hugged him just a little tighter? It was worth it.

Bobby and Hannah won Happily Ever After, and nobody could even be upset. The two of them looked like they were finally getting past the ‘just friends’ territory.

It wasn’t until the end, after the baby challenge and the prom, after Gary had won Love Island with Becca beside him, that he finally showed her the picture. The smile that broke across her face made him feel like he waited for the perfect moment.

And Gary was so sure fate was right, that their first month home when she suggested taking new ones together, he got her a promise ring to show he was ready for whatever she wanted.

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