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There's a challenge in UK Love Island called a Snogathon where the boys are blindfolded and have to rate the girls kissing skills (but could switch it around). While it doesn't necessarily focus on one couple, that could be an interesting way to introduce drama and be a fun write, so for any season, any point in time, write that.

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S3 | Seb/MC | 4100+ words | @crimswnred

"Islanders, it's challenge time! Time to play Snogathon. The boys'll be blindfolded as the girls take it in turns to snog each of them, doing their best to impress. Lads, prepare to have your faces well and truly shifted off, it's snogging time! #gameon #tongueswagging"

Poppy tugged her hair behind her ear. Two weeks ago she would be probably telling you that there was no way in hell that she would be kissing random boys for imaginary points which were worth less than nothing. Being a timid introvert had always made her the weak link not only on the Island but in real life too. Her friends would always tell her she should try and put herself more "out there" and make "big decisions" without needing to think twice. That was the main reason she was on Love Island, after all.

From day one, she had chosen Camilo. He seemed the easier boy to get along with — Seb and Nicky were already coupled up, Harry reminded her too much of college fuckboys and Bill talked too much — and he showed some interest in her back. He was a nice, family-centred boy but unfortunately, his attention was divided.

When the blonde bombshell, Iona, made her decision to pick him, Poppy wasn't surprised. Iona had made a point of showing how much she wanted to get to know him and they even had a small talk on the terrace about him. It wasn't long until she picked him and Poppy was left single.

Instead of being dumped as everyone was expecting, though, Poppy got to stay. She should graft on the other boys yet she gravitated back towards Camilo. He always said the right thing at the right time, about how he wanted to stay in a couple with her, how it didn't make a difference if they were together or not. That Iona wasn't his priority.

And Poppy tried to believe it but there was always this little whisper in the back of her mind telling her he was lying. Sweet talking. Seb told her she was being silly. Of course, Camilo would want to couple up with her, he would say. According to the older man, she was sweet like honey, fresh like a breeze and probably the only girl there who could actually build a real relationship. Except for Elladine, after all, she was basically married to Nicky.

Seb always had a way to lift up her spirits. He was as quiet as her but every time he spoke, he really had something to say. She found him incredible, fascinating, to say the least, and the more she learnt about him the more she adored him. If there was one thing to be grateful for in Love Island, it was her friendship with Seb.

"Ok, the rules are super simple," Iona said out loud while standing next to the whiteboard with the girls' names in a horizontal line and the boys' names in a vertical one. She was wearing a purple one-piece that hugged her curves and had a cut right between her breasts, the wedges she had on made her a few centimetres taller. Her body looked like a sculpture under the sun and even Poppy could admit that.

It didn't matter how much Seb or Camilo tried to convince her, there was no way someone would look at Iona and choose Poppy. Camilo was either blind or liked his girl bland and, to be honest, Poppy didn't know which option was more offensive. She had nothing on Iona. Not even her big fluffy blonde hair with pink ends that she had dyed only to look cooler was close enough to Iona's pixie cut. She outdid Poppy in every category possible.

"The girls will snog every boy," Iona kept explaining the rules, inciting a fit of giggles in the girls. "And the boys, blindfolded and with noise-cancelling headphones, will rate each kiss from 1 to 10."

"Can we keep the blindfold for later?" Camilo shouted to the void, getting nothing but some nudges from the boys around him, some masculine laughs of approval and Iona's highly flirty giggle. Oh, great.

"Calm down, now, tiger," Iona purred. "And put your headphones on!"

Poppy watched Camilo roar laughter as he adjusted his headphones before she felt the cold touch of Elladine's hand on her shoulder. She turned to her, catching a glimpse of every other girl there staring back with pitiful looks in their eyes. Poor Poppy, she could almost hear them saying, not interesting enough to keep her boy's attention for more than a week. What a shame!

"Now, the first girl, please!" Iona called, pointing at Miki.

Miki untangled herself from AJ and climbed down the stairs of the patio until she was in front of the first boy, Harry, in her ugly velvet green heels she insisted on using even after Iona had told her they were not that cute. Poppy hugged Genevieve, in a way of giving back the empathy she had just shared, but the older woman was just smiling. A wild, totally fake smile that didn't fade out. Not even when Miki was really kissing Harry.

When they parted, Harry screwed his face to a thoughtful look. "Not that firm but also a little awkward… a solid 7."

Before those ugly shoes stepped toward the next boy, Miki frowned and mouthed what seemed to Poppy like an outrageous "a seven?". She shook her head and moved to Nicky, who seemed pretty scared of the whole challenge rather than just Miki.

Both Viv and Poppy got closer to Ella as they watched her kiss Nicky's face off. It was weird, at best, and he was so obviously trying to not make any contact, with both his arms glued to the sides of his torso — loyalty at best.

In the end, when they broke apart, he wiped his mouth and said, "Lips too harsh and the kiss was too forceful… I'll give it a 5."

The next boy was Camilo. Poppy watched as her couple and Miki messily kissed each other and she wondered if Camilo was always that ugly of a kisser. Oh, my god, did the public think the same? What if it was some kind of a meme? She frowned at that thought before her eyes caught something else.

Seb's shoulders were shaking and he had his hand over his mouth. It took her some time to finally click. He was laughing. She couldn't say it wasn't on brand for him to be laughing. She wondered if he was laughing at the scores or if Camilo was also a loud kisser. She needed to ask him about that later.

"Messy and… moist," Camilo said when Miki pulled apart again, "I'll have to give it a 6."

Miki huffed, not even thinking before moving to Bill. This time around, though, the kiss seemed more natural, showing how well they knew each other. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and Poppy guessed that was as far as romanticism could go in a challenge like this.

"Magical," Bill complimented as he let Miki's waist go. "Soft without losing the passion and tasted like mangoes. I love it. 9."

With a little squeal, Miki allowed herself to celebrate before she moved to the last boy. Seb. Poppy had to hold back a laugh as she watched them awkwardly kiss. As expected, though, their kiss lasted less than half the others.

Poppy knew the girls weren't so keen on getting to know Seb as they were with the other boys, after all, he had all that goth vibe going plus he was the oldest islander that season. Still, she never got why they saw those as anything but qualities.

"Three," Seb smirked, drawing gasps from all the girls. "Sorry, not my type of kiss." Yeah, that wouldn't make him more likeable. It was funny though.

Miki returned to her place next to the other girls, shoulders slumped. The others tried to cheer her with a shower of positive comments and justifications, like "It was just 'cause you were the first, huh!" and "You'll see, at least you weren't the last one!"

Elladine was called next and she did the same path as Miki had done. She got an 8 from Harry, a 10 from Nicky — Poppy wondered if the boys were recognizing their couples —, an 8 from Camilo and a nine from Bill. For some reason, Poppy's heart was still beating loud when she kissed Seb.

"5." He said when she stepped back. "A little weird and definitely not natural at all."

Well, that was better than three! Poppy thought as she watched Elladine only shake her head humorously and roll her eyes. She then left the lines of boys and made her way back to the girls.

The girls clapped as she returned, congratulations flooded her, even from Miki — although it seemed to be a little bit fake and jealous. They once again showered the returning girls with compliments and comments saying how hard Seb was to please. Poppy called him a brat, earning a few laughs and easing the tension between them.

AJ was next — 6, 6, 7, 8 and 6, in order — and then Genevieve — 10, 7, 8, 7 and 7, also in order —, making Poppy and Iona the only girls left. Yet, for some reason, Poppy had a feeling Iona wouldn't want to be last.

"Now the next girl," Iona said but didn't call anyone. Instead, she tiptoed to the beginning of the boy's line, trying to be as smooth as she possibly could.

She kissed Harry with all the passion she could have for someone she never looked twice. He seemed to like it, though, and, with a smile, she kissed her back. It lasted for a while before she pulled apart.

"Oh, wow," Harry commented, blushing. "Firm, confident, sexy… 9," he announced with a smile on his face.

Iona smiled back, only sparing an a-second-long look at Genevive, who had her arms crossed now. Poppy wondered if there was something happening there. It would make sense, after all, Iona was a single islander and the first bombshell, the reason for the girls to tremble and for couples to see their ruin. And, well, Harry wasn't that devoted to his couple, was he?

She moved to Nicky, and they kissed. Opposite to Harry, after a while, Nicky got stiffer, and the kiss ended soon after. She frowned, pulling back, and he awkwardly shuffled on his feet. "Sorry," he sighed, looking away even though he was blindfolded. "Hm… it was… brief… short but sweet, an 8."

And then, it was Camilo.

She wasted no time before kissing him. Mouth open, tongue in, making Camilo almost jump in surprise but he quickly recomposed. He kissed her back with the same fury, the same passion, nearly as if he had recognized her. Hand on her waist, falling almost too perfectly.

That was when it hit Poppy.

He had recognized her. They all had. She had a tongue piercing. They all could recognise her as soon as they tasted the metal nob against them. Camilo kissed Iona passionately knowing it was her. Actually, it looked like he knew exactly what to do with her mouth and Poppy wondered if they ever had done it before. Behind her back.

And then, they broke apart. "Exactly what I was expecting," Camilo remarked, voice dopey. "Bold, but soft at the same time. 10," he announced, at last. Oh, now Poppy was pissed.

Bill was next. He just wasn't that hard to please, to be honest, and he once again gave a 10 to their kiss with the commentary that it was good enough without being messy. The bar was low with that boy, Poppy concluded, a little more anxious now. Just imagine if she was the only one with a low score from Bill…

That's when a familiar voice invaded her mind. "You're thinking too much!"

She turned her attention to the boys again. Seb was next and Poppy's heart was beating so loud. Was that because she was mad? Was that because Iona didn't have a score lower than eight until now?

Iona kissed Seb, clearly doing her best to impress him. Almost as in instinct, Poppy raised her thumb to her lips, biting its fingertips. Seb looked unphased — but again, when did he not? It didn't take too long for him to break the kiss.

"Not the best kiss I ever had but well, I guess we win some and lose some," he commented, making Iona scowl. "A 5, I guess."

Sebastian was a fucking bitch but Poppy would be lying if she said she didn't love it.

Iona happily made her way back to her board and took note of her score. The biggest so far with 42 points, followed by Elladine with 40 and Viv with 39. AJ was next with 33 and then Miki, with 30. Poppy just prayed she wouldn't be lower than Miki.

"And the last girl…"

Following the cue, Poppy made her way to stand in front of Harry. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, so they couldn't feel it and was wearing her plain yellow bikini, so they couldn't feel any extra texture. She was usually shorter than the other girls, but she made a point of using high heels so the boys couldn't notice the difference.

Breath in, breath out, she got closer to Harry. He was thinner than most boys and also shorter than the rest but she kinda enjoyed the small height difference. She held his face between her palms and finished that torture, her heart beating like crazy from the adrenaline rush.

She kissed Harry for the first time ever. He tasted a little like a fruit salad, a mix of all the other girl's chapsticks, but she learnt to enjoy the taste against her lips. She would be lying if she said she wasn't a little self-conscious at first, her nerves testing her abilities, but soon enough she had let herself melt into the kiss. She was enjoying herself so much, she was smiling mid-kiss,

With a peck, she broke the kiss off and took a step back. Harry was silent for a second, looking like he was thinking way too much about the score. "Can I give her a halved score?"

The girls gasped and the boys whispered between them. Poppy just realized why after Iona stated: "You need to give her between one and ten, a half is lower than one."

"No!" Harry bit his lower lip. "Sorry, I meant… Can I give her nine and a half?"

Now, the girls were the ones whispering between them. Iona frowned and caught Poppy's eye, who only had a tiny little smile playing on the corner of her lips. "I am afraid you'll have to choose between nine and ten."

Harry puckered his lips. "Fine. Yeah, no… It was really good… And I have no idea who this is…" Harry giggled like a schoolboy. "Fuck it. 10, then."

The boys clapped at the score, causing Poppy to blush, even if they couldn't see her. She moved to the next one, doing her best to not be recognised — after all, that was the whole point of the game, right?

Poor Nick was once again stiff as a rock, looking like he wanted to be anywhere except there. Poppy held him gently and softly pressed her lips against his, trying to be as nice to him as possible. It took him some time but Nicky finally allowed himself to have a taste of her, allowing Poppy to deepen the kiss.

Nicky tasted different from the other boys. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but she actually enjoyed it and even envied Elladine for a second there before the thought escaped her mind and all she could pay attention to was the feeling of his tongue against hers.

She pulled apart with a sigh, making him smile. "Fuck…" he whispered and she tilted her head, even if he couldn't see her. He put his chin on his palm and rested two fingers on his lower lips. "Soft lips, not too desperate… good… technique… yeah, it's a 9." He announced, so sure of it that it made her heartbeat quicken.

Mouthing a 'thank you' he couldn't see, Poppy moved to the next boy, also known as her current couple, also known as Camilo. Suddenly, all the calm the other boys had made her feel vanished away from her body, taken away by this inexplicable fury she had burning inside.

He had given Iona a ten. The highest score there was and, well, the chances to get lower were much, much, bigger than tying it. With a deep breath, she got closer to him. His body was the same but as she stood on her tiptoes to close the space between them, it couldn't feel worse.

It was a bit odd, to say the least. She had done that before countless times and each one of their kisses had taken her breath away but now… now she was just challenge-nervous rather than excited and the only thing she could taste on his tongue was her own regret.

God, she regretted ever picking him at first. She regretted meeting him in the bathroom. She regretted believing him when he said he wanted to be with her. She regretted choosing him for the recoupling. She regretted trying to compete with Iona for him. He wasn't worth it. None of this was worth it.

Not her time, her best, her all. That was what she gave him and what did she receive back? A headache and many, many insecurities and trouble. Probably a bit of online exposure too but definitely not enough to justify it. Nothing would ever be enough to justify it.

With no need to think twice, Poppy cut the kiss short. Maybe not too short for the others to realise but short enough for her to make a point. They were over after that. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it coming. And as for Poppy… well, she would rather walk than spend another second with him.

"All right," he said, a humourless chuckle escaping him. He looked disappointed, a little sad even. "Yeah, definitely a great kiss… Not the best today, though. I'll have to give it a 9."

Jerk. Nine. Less than ten, that was for sure. Poppy bit her cheek as she fought the urge to turn and eye Iona, who probably had a triumphant smile. To be honest, if they wanted to couple up, Poppy wished them all the best but it was a sting to her ego nonetheless. But as Taylor Swift would say, 'the players gonna play', and Camilo was most definitely a player.

She had two boys waiting to be kissed now.

Chin high, Poppy moved to Bill. He seemed excited for another kiss, almost too excited. Deciding to leave Camilo and the Iona bullshit behind, she let a low chuckle escape her, giving up space for the positive vibes and confidence to come back.

She circled Bill's neck with her arms, capturing his lips with newfound energy she had never met before. The pain of a betrayed woman could do wonders, she guessed, as Bill's tongue explored hers in a dance of their own.

Kissing Bill was fun. That was the best way to describe it. While Harry's first kiss was as nerve-wrecking as teenagehood kisses and Nicky's were like sweethearts kissing in the front yard after a first date, Bill's was like kissing a stranger at a college party after drinking way too much. It was freeing somehow and exactly what she needed after Camilo's disaster.

When she broke apart, Bill leaned forward for a second, denouncing how little he truly wanted to let go, but Poppy pushed him slightly back.

"I think I know who that is… I'm giving her a 10!"

The boys sniggered around him. 'Mate… I don't think that was who you think it was," Nicky commented.

But Bill only huffed. "No way, I'm sure it is."

"No, mate, it really isn't." Seb concluded.

Poppy turned to him. With the sound of the boy's laughter serving her as a soundtrack, she moved towards him. Her heart was beating so fast it could jump her chest at any given minute. She tried to reason with it for an instant. Of course, she would be nervous, she concluded. Seb was probably the hardest to please of the boys and they were friends, so it wouldn't be anything but awkward.

However, somewhere deep down, she was aware that wasn't the whole truth.

She needed more than four points from Seb so she could beat Iona. Yet, that thought never crossed her mind as she got closer and closer to Seb. All she could think about was how inviting his lips were and how her heart was beating so fast she was certain it could stop at any given moment.

When she was about to touch him, though, she heard him whisper, softly enough to make her mistakenly think she was imagining it. "Hey Poppy, I was waiting."

For an instant it was like time had stopped. Poppy could swear no one moved while the words slowly sunk in her mind. Her eyes widened when it clicked. But, just as they had frozen it a second before, they probably fast-forwarded it soon after because next thing she knew, Seb was kissing her.

It didn't matter how they did it, though. They were kissing. Poppy's thoughts rushed inside her head and everything and nothing made sense at the same time, until there was nothing to think about anymore. Her mind was blank and Poppy let herself melt and be kissed by him.

Seb tasted like a hint of menthol cigarettes mixed with this breakfast's strawberries they had had that morning. Poppy didn't care about that. She was too busy focusing on the 'finally' feeling that was flooding over her at the moment. Absentmindedly, her fingers touched his face, entangling themselves in the hair on the back of his neck, holding his profile with her thumb.

He didn't mind the invasion of space. Instead, he welcomed it, and Poppy felt the icy tingling of his rings on the small of her back, pulling her close. Her chest was pressing against his naked torso, their bodies so close together they couldn't be told apart. If both their senses weren't too taken by each other, they would've heard the sound of the girls gasping, the whisperers that followed the great demonstration of affection.

But they didn't, so they didn't let go of each other. If she could, Poppy would kiss him forever. It was the best kiss she had ever had and it was like a surge of electricity was hitting her body over and over again. When people talked about perfect first kisses, they probably never meant something like that, in a reality show, in a challenge. But there was no other word Poppy would use to describe that kiss if not perfect.

"Hey, you two!" Iona called them out. "You can kiss in private later, now move on! We are all watching it!"

Poppy obeyed, begrudgingly breaking their kiss with a couple of pecks, happy to find Seb with swollen lips and a dopey smile playing on them. He sighed, satisfied, happily even, and cracked his knuckles with the giddiness of a young boy. "Now, that's a kiss," he commented, chuckling. "You girls have a lot to learn from that… It's going to be a 10."

The girls clapped, the boys did too, and Poppy watched as Iona wrote down her numbers. 48. The most among all of them.

Poppy returned to the girls and all of them once again showered her with compliments. Although, this time, she didn't feel a lot of truth in them. She couldn't care less, though. Kissing Seb had left her walking on air, head in the clouds… fuck, she felt good.

'`Now, to the final score!' Iona said immediately after the boys had taken off their headphones and blindfolds."With a score of 48 points, the winner is… Poppy."

You could tell there was no excitement whatsoever in Iona's voice. That didn't stop Poppy from celebrating with the other girls, though. They cheered and jumped and hugged, and Poppy laughed, even if they were the last one.

"Poppy was the last one?" Harry questioned, eyes shimmering. "Damn…"

"Oh, wow," Bill commented. "Good job, Poppy!"

"Killed it, girl," Nicky smiled.

"What did she get?" Camilo asked.

Poppy turned to him. He didn't seem happy. No, he seemed… pissed at something. Maybe it clicked for him that she took longer on the last kiss? The thought alone made her eyes stray from Camilo to Seb and they shared a knowing look.

"A date." Iona dryly responded. "So, who you're gonna take to the terrace date, Poppy?"

She looked at each and everyone's faces. The nervous looks from the girls, the hopeful looks from the boys. Nicky's and Elladine's encouraging smiles, Camilo's annoyed frown. But it didn't matter how much she searched for other faces, she always would come back to him.

"I pick Seb."

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