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PLEASE! PLEASE! Hear me out!

Please write a scenario about how Lewie met MC in one of his games but didn't get a chance to ask her name after his game because he lost her in the crowd or something. Then he finally met her again at the villa. Cause that sweet golden retriever boy fell in love with Mc the moment he saw her in the villa, and he is like all in on her already??? Like how is that possible??! 

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Lewie / OC - 4100+ words - @mrsbsmooth

She was screaming his name, but he lost her in the crowd. He's not letting her disappear again.

Lewie jumped up and down on the spot with the other guys in the tunnel, waiting to run onto the pitch. He was first. He was always first. He was the bloody captain, he had to be first. Project confidence. Project leadership. Cool, calm, collected.

But he was nervous today.

If they won today, they’d go up to League One. He’d triple his salary, minimum, probably quadruple it if Terry kept him on as captain. He’d be able to pay off his parents’ house in three months. His life would change if they won today. 

Mac clapped him on the back. “Good?”

“Mostly,” Lewie responded, swallowing hard. 

“Ahh, none of that,” Mac grinned. “S’just a game, innit?”

Lewie wished he could laugh at it. He stretched his neck as the doors opened. He took the hand of the player escort kid next to him who looked almost as nervous as he did. 

Game time.

Cup finals were always packed, but Lewie had never heard a roar like the one he heard as he stepped onto the pitch that day. It was a wall of sound, almost making him flinch as he dropped the kid’s hand, gave him a high five, and took his position.

Lewie was breathing as steadily as he could, but he couldn’t shake the nerves from his shoulders. It felt like a noose had tied itself around him. What if they lost? What if they didn’t get promoted? How many more years did he have in this league? He was already 24. If he didn’t go up this year, his chances of ever going higher were starting to get slim. He’d never pay off his parents’ house. He’d never provide for his nieces and nephew. 

The stands were a sea of red. He tried to focus on the green beneath his feet. But his eye was caught by a flash of white amongst the red. 

“Lewie! Lewie! Hey! Over here!”

A big group of girls, head to toe in white, chanting and screaming and clearly drinking. They were right behind the goal. But as soon as they realised they had his attention, they began squealing. 

And then, he saw the sign. 

A huge piece of cardboard. Two words. 

An arrow pointing to its holder. 

MRS PRITCHARD

Lewie laughed, almost throwing his head back as he beamed at the girls. They started jumping up and down, screaming with excitement that he’d seen them. He was too far away to see them up close. He just turned his attention back to the pitch, still laughing. The whistle blew. The crowd screamed. The match began. And honestly?

He was feeling a bit better. 

The match started the way all matches do. Slowly. Sussing each other out, no-one wiling to give away their game plan too quickly. He focused on the game with every shred of brainpower he had, and he was having a bit of a blinder, if he did say so himself. He barely missed a thing, ending up right where he needed to be as his team edged closer and closer to the box. 

Levi passed him the ball, and Lewie beat three defenders to get it to Mac, but as Mac took the shot, the ball bounced off the crossbar. The crowd groaned, and the team in blue took possession. Gary forced them over the sideline, and Lewie sprinted back to position. But play had stopped. One of the opposing players was stalling, pretending Gary had kicked him. 

“Lewwwwwie! Lewwwwwie!” 

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. He was a little closer to where the girls had been. He placed his hands on his hips, to catch his breath, glancing over at them again, and once more, they screamed. Mrs Pritchard held up her sign again. 

But this time, he could see the girl holding it.

And he did a fucking double take. 

He was still a ways away, but even from this distance, he felt his eyebrows shooting up. 

Soft, dark waves, a bit of a tan but a lot of a smile, the enormous, excited grin drawing a smile from him, too. White trousers so tight they looked like leggings, and their team’s white away jersey tied into a crop at the front. She must have been freezing, but she looked like she was keeping herself plenty warm by jumping up and down as she beamed at him. 

Damn.

“I love you, Lewie!” she screamed, sending a chuckle through the dozens of fans around her. He took a deep breath, and laughed it off, shooting her an amused smile. 

Play resumed. Unfortunately, most of it was down the other end of the field. But now, he had even more reason to get the ball up to his team’s end. 

Every time he even came close to the group of girls, they erupted into a wall of noise, and not just for him. They were almost louder than the rest of the crowd combined, and when Lewie bent the ball right into Mac’s boot, they screamed so loud he was sure their voices would give out. But Mac missed again.

Fuck. Nil-all at half time.

The team made their way into the locker rooms. Lewie laughed off all the comments from his teammates about what the hell was going on. He honestly had no idea who these girls were or why they’d suddenly decided to show up to scream for the team, but he wasn’t complaining, and neither was anyone else. 

“D’you see the sign?” Gary laughed.

“Yeah,” Lewie shook his head, sighing. 

“Did you see the stunner holding it?” Levi flicked an eyebrow.

The locked room fell silent. Lewie sighed even harder. “Yes, I did.”

Wa-heyyys echoed off the walls, and Lewie, one more time, shook his head. He glanced over at Mac, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was taking deep breaths, focusing. 

“Hey,” Lewie said, sitting next to him. “You good?”

Mac grunted with annoyance, relacing his boots for the second time.

Lewie sighed. “It’s only half time.”

“And I’ve already missed twice.”

“Yeah, and you can miss five more times, as long as we hold them to zero as well. This game doesn’t rest on your shoulders, mate. If it did, Terry would’ve taken you out already.”

Mac furrowed his brow. 

“I mean you have missed twice already,” Lewie teased. “It’s a big goal. Just kick it in?”

Mac huffed a laugh, elbowing him hard in the arm. “Fuck off.”

Lewie lowered his voice, smiling reassuringly at his best mate. “Get out of your head. It’s just a game, remember?”

Mac nodded, taking a deep breath and giving him a brief smile of thanks. “So you really don’t know those girls?” Mac asked, shifting the focus off himself.

“No,” Lewie said, shaking his head. “Never seen a single one of them before.”

Mac’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Bet you might be seeing one of ‘em after, though?”

Lewie rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his smile. “I mean, she’s really shooting her shot.”

“With a fuckin’ Gatlin Gun. She’s comin’ on strong.”

Lewie laughed loudly. “Since when is that a bad thing?”

It wasn’t a question that needed an answer. The hint of a smirk on Mac’s face was now in full swing. Lewie didn’t mind a girl who went after what she wanted. He didn’t mind that at all. 

“So you’re gonna go for it?”

Lewie shrugged. “I mean, she likes footie, she’s pretty, and she’s got a big sign saying ‘I’m interested’. It can’t hurt to get her number?”

The second half started, and Lewie frowned as he looked towards what was now the opposing team’s goal. The girls would be all the way up the other–

“Lewie! Over here babe!”

They’d moved. 

He didn’t know how they’d managed, but they’d moved. The entire group of them were now at the other end of the pitch, behind the swapped goal ends. He smiled, shooting the pretty brunette a small wave, and she pretended to swoon and faint into her friend’s arms. 

He belly laughed at that one.

The match resumed, and if he’d thought they were playing well before, the second half had the team electrified. Lewie and Mac passed the ball back and forth without even looking, falling into muscle-memory and pure instincts as they did what they’d done since they were seven. Back, forward, time it right, bit of feigning, more than a bit of fancy footwork, and with every possession, they edged closer down to their end. 

Sixtieth minute, then seventieth, then eightieth. Nil-all. Lewie passed the ball to Kobi, who headed it to Mac– Intercepted. A bad pass, but not the end of the world. The ball went out, leaving the Reds with a corner. The others set up. Lewie moved backwards. 

But first, another time-wasting injury meant to kill their momentum. 

It was a tactic from the opposing team. It was meant to lower their adrenaline levels and catch them slow. The waterboy ran onto the field, tossing him a bottle. Lewie took a big gulp of gatorade, swishing it around his mouth. He needed to keep his adrenaline levels up. He–

“Hey Lewie!” a familiar voice called. 

He looked up. His brunette beauty’s arms were in front of her. 

Her shirt wasn’t. 

She was lifting it. She’d tucked her fingers under her bra, and flipped the whole thing up. 

She was flashing him. And she was not being shy about it.

He spat gatorade all over the pitch. 

Her rather fucking magnificent breasts were fully on display, and the crowd erupted with cheers, but no sooner had she done it, her friends were squealing with laughter and tugging her shirt down to cover her, but they weren’t quick enough. His eyes fell across her body, to the stunningly intricate tattoo painted across her ribcage. 

A red Welsh dragon.

Lewie could hardly breathe, coughing and spluttering gatorade as he tried very hard to remain cool, calm, and collected. But it was a bit hard to look any of the three when he could already feel himself furiously blushing. 

The other guys on the pitch were laughing their arses off at him, and he couldn’t help but join in. He’d never had attention like this before. He’d never been so ferociously and aggressively hit on, especially not while he was on the bloody pitch. 

He did not mind one fucking bit. 

She pulled her shirt down, and as she adjusted herself, her eyes didn’t leave his. She raised her eyebrows. And even though they were still a dozen metres apart, he could almost hear it in his ear. 

Your move.

He held her gaze for a second, smiling in disbelief and shaking his head with a laugh. That was definitely the adrenaline rush he needed. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, still blushing furiously, and she beamed at how flustered he was. 

But before he could do anything, his attention was drawn by the referee’s whistle calling the game back into action. Lewie shot her a wink as he reluctantly jogged back to position. He was definitely getting her number after the game. 

But he never got a chance. 

Things suddenly picked up pace, and he didn’t have an opportunity to look back in her direction. He could hear screaming and yelling, but he was down the other end of the pitch, defending his heart out as the other team got close to scoring twice in seven minutes. But they held them off.

It was the eighty-fourth minute.

The lads bent over, their hands on their knees, puffing and panting as if they’d just run a marathon. 

It was a sign. It was time.

They got possession, and Lewie called the code they’d practiced for months. They’d pretend to be exhausted. To be slow, and late, and unfit. Let the other team think that this was everything they had to give. Lull them into a false sense of security. 

With seemingly no warning, a red jersey and a sharp undercut went sprinting at breakneck speed down the pitch. The defenders fell for it and gave chase, sprinting after Levi as he took the ball as fast as he could down the field. 

They barely paid attention to Lewie moving out wide to the left flank. 

Levi to Kobi. Kobi to Levi. Levi to Kobi. Kobi to Mac. Mac to Levi. Levi to Mac to Kobi to Mac. The defenders were focused. Completely focused. Lewie came sprinting up the left of the box, holding level to stay onside–

Mac to Lewie. 

The ball was in the goal before the defenders even looked in his direction. 

The crowd exploded, no one more than Mac, who took a running leap into the air to tackle Lewie to the ground. The guys screamed and yelled in his ear, celebrating along with the shaking grandstands. 12,000 people chanting his name. It was like something out of a daydream. Something he’d pretended and practiced as he ran drills in his backyard. 

‘Pritchard! Pritchard may have just taken them to promotion!’

He should’ve looked for Mum. Or Dad. Nana or Izzie or Josie or Teagan. His mates were here. His bloody under-10’s coach was probably here. But his gaze drifted back over to the area right behind the goal where the group of girls in white had been. Call it curiosity about what she’d do. If she’d flashed him over a decent pass–

She was gone. 

He furrowed his brow as he looked at the part of the stands that had previously held the pretty brunette and all her friends, but they were gone. Completely vanished, all of them, the only evidence they’d ever been there was a white feather boa flung over the back of one of the chairs. Lewie shook it off. Maybe they’d gone to get drinks?

But there were only ten minutes left in the match. 

Mac scored again, and Lewie looked around to see if he could see any of the girls in white, but all he saw was that same sea of red. 

The final whistle blew: 2-0. 

They were going up. Their team had been promoted.

The grandstands erupted even louder than they had for the goals. The air itself was shaking with noise. Lewie was so caught up in hugging his teammates that he barely realised fans had  started streaming onto the pitch. 

He was passed around between lifelong supporters he’d already come to know, and many he hadn’t. His shirt was grabbed, his back patted, his hair ruffled and his arms locked to his sides as he was picked up ad squeezed with surprising force. A beer was pushed into his hand, and he threw it back without a slight hesitation. He was so wrapped up in their victory that he almost forgot to keep an eye out for a group of girls in white. 

Almost.

He wasn’t the tallest on the pitch, but he was taller than most, but he still couldn’t see them.

He answered questions for the local paper, he posed for photos, he accepted the cup on behalf of the team and made the heartfelt, grateful speech he never thought he’d get to give, but he didn’t stop looking. 

She wasn’t there. Neither were her friends.

It made no sense.

He couldn’t wrap his head around why she’d do all that and just leave. 

But, as the confetti settled, the music started to wane, and the celebrations spilled into the locker room, Lewie realised. 

She had. 

She’d just left. 

It took him a while to get over it. Like, way longer than it should’ve. 

The guys made fun of him for it, obviously. “Way to Lewie’s heart is to ask him to marry you, then flash him your tits’. They were wrong– of course they were, that would’ve been insane. 

There had just been something about her. 

It wasn’t that he wanted to date a girl who regularly flash an entire stadium, but there was something about the confidence something like that would need. A risk taker. A joker. Up for a laugh and down for a dare. Someone who made a point of having fun with her friends. Someone who liked footie. Someone who wasn’t afraid to scream his name, to show up to his games and let everyone know she was there for him.

He’d never realised how attractive that was to him.

In fact, he kind of couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He tried asking the ticketing office about them, but one of the girls had shown up in person three weeks before and paid for the seats in cash. There was no name attached. None of the guys recognised them either, so they must’ve been from out of town. How they ended up in Northern Wales for a football match at a bachelorette party was both beyond him, and devastating that he might never get to even find out her name. 

He’d been lying in bed one night when he suddenly figured it out.

The next morning, he’d dropped by the security office before training. It’d been weeks, but he was sure they’d remember her. He was sure that was why. It had to be why. 

The Security team had, in fact, kicked Mrs. Pritchard and her entire friend group out of the stadium, but they’d just handed the girls over to the police. They hadn’t taken names. Lewie had nodded, and wrote down the number of the officer that took them in. 

But he’d never gotten the chance. 

Mac had walked past and seen him waiting in the freezing cold for the Security team to arrive, and he immediately staged an intervention. And that intervention involved the entire team making it their business to set him up on dates. 

Normally, he didn’t mind dating. Even if he didn’t have a connection with the girl, he’d enjoy taking them out for dinner, getting to know them, asking them about themselves– it was nice. 

But now, there was a question mark over it.

Would this be the type of girl who’d come to his games and scream his name? The kind of girl who’d shoot her shot in front of all her friends and 12,000 strangers? Did the girl across the table from him have that kind of confidence?

And for every girl his mates set him up with, the answer was no. 

It was a year later his mates told him what they’d done.

He didn’t think about her as often any more. He’d been on a few nice dates since. 

But he still thought about her.

He’d kept his searching low-key. He didn’t have much of a social media presence, and for once, he almost regretted not having one. One Instagram DM from one of her friends girls could’ve solved the mystery for him. But even after he set up a profile, that DM never came. He wasn’t one for dating apps, but he’d kicked himself a few months later when he’d realised he might’ve been able to swipe right on her if he’d set one up that day. 

But he didn’t think about her as much any more.

The day his phone rang, he’d thought it was a prank. ITV calling him to bring him in for an interview for Love Island. He hadn’t even applied– which surprised them, because they apparently had a long and very detailed application form, with many, many pictures of him shirtless in the locker rooms at training. Fucking Mac. 

Terry thought it’d be a good idea. Good promo for his personal brand. Good publicity for the club. Levi threw a fit. He’d wanted to go on Love Island for years, and Terry had always said no. 

“Yeah, but Lewie’s not gonna put our entire Public Relations team on stress leave,” Terry had said. The guys had all laughed. 

Mac grinned with his hands behind his head. “Nah, he’s just gonna get on TV so that he can subtly communicate his beloved flasher he’s willing to put a ring on it.”

Lewie huffed.

The guys laughed a lot harder at that. 

So, two months after that, he stood just inside the Majorca villa with three other guys, waiting to go and pick a girl out of a lineup as if they were picking footy teams at lunch in primary. He was glad to be the one picking. Because this time, he wasn’t the only 8-year-old who could do a scorpion kick. If there was a scorpion-kick equivalent in dating, he didn’t know what it was, and he definitely didn’t know how to do it. 

He just knew footie. 

It wasn’t in his nature to go after a girl unless he knew for sure she was interested. He knew footie, but he didn’t know dating. Maybe that was why he’d been so drawn to Mrs Pritchard. He’d never even met her and he’d known where he stood.

His phone chimed, and his eyes widened. He was going first.

He took a step forward, placing his hand on the door handle, trying to breathe. The likelihood of one of them holding up a sign for him saying ‘I’m interested’ seemed a lot less likely here than–

Than…

The villa door opened, and suddenly, he was in the league final all over again. He knew that in the memory, there was 12,000 people screaming his name. Screaming for his team. 

But all he could see was her. Caramel waves. Tan skin. A smile wide enough to take down a grandstand. 

A red Welsh dragon painted across her ribcage. 

He stopped at the top of the stairs, his mouth falling open in sync with hers. But instead of screaming and jumping up and down, she furiously blushed and dropped her eyes. Lewie made his way over to stand beside the host, smiling politely at the other girls, but there was no need to make small talk. 

“So, ladies, this is Lewie. 24, Football captain from Wales. Lewie, let me introd–”

“No need,” he smiled. “I already know who I’m picking.”

There was an interested smattering of whispers, but he walked forward. 

The stunning brunette was blushing something awful, and she didn’t look up at him until he was standing right in front of her. 

“Hi,” he said.

She looked up, meeting his eyes, and smiled sheepishly. 

“I didn’t think you’d remember me.” 

“Bit hard to forget someone I’ve barely stopped thinking about, Mrs. Pritchard.”

Her breath caught, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. That pink dusted across her cheeks was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. The most beautiful orchid-pink, painting her like watercolours across her cheeks and the tip of her nose, and it was him that put it there. He suddenly kind of understood how she’d had the confidence to shoot her shot like she had.

Lewie reached for her hand and she gave it to him. He linked their fingers together. 

“Can I pick you?” he asked. 

“Yes, please,” she grinned. 

“Well, then, you’re gonna have to tell me your name.”

She smiled. “Bree. My name is Bree.”

“I’m Lewie.”

“I know.”

Lewie turned back to the host, smiling widely. “I’m picking Bree.”

Bree smiled so widely that he wondered if she might break. The urge to just pick her up and kiss her was one he had to push down. It would’ve been way too forward, and he probably would’ve come on way too strong. Going all in for a girl fifteen minutes into filming beginning was the stupidest strategic move he could possibly make.

The other girls cooed as he stood beside her, waiting for the next guy to come out, and one by one, they paired off with the other girls, until finally, the host said goodbye. 

Bree immediately turned to him. 

“I saw you, by the way,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow. 

“Your goal. I saw you score it. And I saw you look for me. I was being dragged out by security at the time, but I always wished I could've told you that I saw it.”

He studied her face for a moment, watching the sparkle in her eyes; the light catch in her hair, the way it had that chilly May afternoon. The urge to kiss her was back. The urge to pull her into his arms and wrap her up in them and not let her out of his fucking sight ever again. He wished he was bold enough. He wished he had the confidence she’d had. He just… He…

Fuck it. 

Lewie captured her chin in his hand, and in one swift movement, he’d pressed his lips to hers. There were excited laughs, and knew the eyes of the entire villa were on him, but he didn’t care. 

Because Bree was kissing him back.

She threw her hand around the back of his neck, splaying her fingers on the back of his head, deepening the kiss as she pulled herself into his chest. Leaning over the top of her, she fit him perfectly, like he’d kind of always known she would. 

He’d found her. He’d finally found her.

He wasn’t letting her go again.

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ALL YOUR LIES

S2 | Kassam/MC (Aaliyah in this case because it’s gonna be a chapter in Seamless) | 2500+ words | @0shewrites0

summary | The Islanders are nearing the end of the month, the couples are pretty much set by now, and what better time than to throw in a lie detector test to heat things up? Kassam and Aaliyah are having a blast, sparks are flying like crazy, but they're not there yet - they haven't admitted to each other that they have feelings for each other. And could there be more secrets just waiting to be revealed through this challenge?

prompt | my submission to the Lie Detector Challenge Prompt @litgwritersroom

what to expect | Angst. And more angst.

note | Maybe you won't understand all the references, but then you'll just have to read the whole fic. The first two chapters are already online and I plan to upload weekly.

quote | “Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection.” - Lady Gaga

Aaliyah sat on the chair next to the lie detector in the Hideaway, the cables and electrodes attached to her and she was sweating like crazy. She knew she had nothing to hide, and yet she was afraid that she would get so worked up in her emotions that she would accidentally lie. She desperately wanted Kassam to trust her because she knew his trust was so fragile.

Noah smiled encouragingly at her, and that should have reassured her, but it didn't. It also didn't help that all the islanders were sitting in the lounge watching her closely. Especially Kassam with his intense, piercing gaze. Through the damn camera set up in the corner of the room to her left, she could basically feel his eyes on her, and it sent nervous shivers down her spine. She swallowed hard and nodded, "Just start."

And Noah did. "Kassam's first question to you is, 'Did you have feelings for Lucas?'" He looked up at her expectantly.

Aaliyah shook her head confidently and answered, "No."

The screen to her right flashed green and she could read the word 'truth' on it.

Noah gave her a thumbs up and she exhaled in relief. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

"Alright, next question, 'Did you really like me for myself from the beginning and not just for my fame?'"

And again, Aaliyah confidently answered, "Yes."

Of course she had liked him for himself. He had been so different and had immediately caught her attention. And now that she knew him - really knew him - how could she not like him that much more?

The screen flashed green again and Aaliyah hummed contentedly. But then Noah read Kassam's third question, and suddenly she knew she was fucked.

"'Are you still keeping your promise to tell me as soon as you fall in love with me?'"

Because no, she hadn't kept that promise. She had fallen in love with him and she was falling in love with him all over again every day. It had taken her such a long time to even admit that to herself. But to muster up the courage to tell him? That was a completely different story.

Why? She was afraid of falling in love with him without him falling in love with her too.

What if she had told him and he had hesitated for that split second, where you just knew? Where you knew everything you needed to know? She wouldn't have been able to cope with that. So she had thought it safer to keep it a secret. To enjoy their time together and not bring feelings into it.

That was always easier.

"Aaliyah?" Noah's soft voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she panicked. "Your answer?"

She nodded quickly and decided to do the only thing she could to hide her true feelings, hoping and praying to the gods that the polygraph wouldn't pick up on her lie. "Yes," she replied quietly, just barely resisting the urge to squeeze her eyes shut. She didn't want to see the result because she knew what was coming. And she knew that Kassam would know now, too.

And as predicted, the screen turned blood red and the three letters "L-I-E" literally screamed at her,

LIAR!

She felt her cheeks flushing and suddenly wanted to hide somewhere. Anywhere. She wanted to dissolve into vapour and just disappear. Her face burned and when she looked at Noah, he had raised an eyebrow as if silently accusing her of lying about something so important. But that was exactly why she had wanted to keep it to herself. Because it was that important and she wasn't ready to tell him. Or anyone, for that matter. She wasn't sure she could ever have told him, not without the certainty that he would say it back. That he had fallen for her just as hard.

She didn't dare look at the camera, so she averted her eyes and stared at her hands clenching in her lap.

Finally Noah cleared his voice and said, "You have two more questions. Are you ready?"

Aaliyah looked up in surprise. "What?"

Noah just nodded and began to read, "Lottie asks, 'Have you been faithful to Kassam all this time and not wanted to get with someone else?'"

Aaliyah just nodded dazedly and whispered, "Yes." Of course she had been loyal. There was no one here who could make her feel the way Kassam made her feel.

She barely noticed the screen turn green before Noah asked the last question. “Anonymous said, ‘If someone you once had feelings for came back into your life - would those feelings surface again and would you leave Kassam for that person?’”

Aaliyah frowned and stared at Noah in disbelief. Who would ask her such a question? She shook her head and answered firmly, "No. Absolutely not."

The screen flashed green one last time and she took a deep breath. Finally, this was over and done with.

Noah smiled at her, "Well done, Aaliyah." Then he nodded towards the door and said, "You can go now."

Relieved, Aaliyah disconnected the electrodes and stood up. She left the Hideaway and walked across the lawn to the kitchen where the other islanders, who had already answered their questions, were gathered around a small iPad watching everything that happened in that room. Marisol looked up as she approached and smiled reassuringly at her. As Aaliyah took a seat next to her, she murmured, "That was intense, huh?"

Aaliyah sighed and nodded, "You can say that again..."

Marisol put her hand on her back and rubbed it in even circles. Aaliyah knew her fingers were itching to ask the all-important question, but she kept her mouth shut, for which Aaliyah was very grateful. She was dreading the moment she had to speak to Kassam and she needed a few moments to collect her thoughts.

"Oh," Chelsea squeaked, pointing at the iPad, "Kassam is up now. Look, Lia!"

Aaliyah lifted her head and stared at the small screen, eager to see how he would do. As much as she was on a rollercoaster of emotions at the moment, it wasn't over yet. The questions she had prepared for him were just as intense.

Noah read the first question out loud. “Aaliyah wants to know, ‘Was it your original plan to make me fall in love with you, only to dump me right after the show?’”

They hadn't talked about it, but it only made sense because he had told her he had wanted to prove that Love Island's concept of finding love on a reality TV show was all wrong. She wasn't surprised when he answered “yes” and the screen turned green. It wasn't in Kassam's nature to lie. Not about something so important.

“About something so important.”

The thought flashed through her like a lightning bolt and she winced. But she had done it - she had lied about 'something so important' and she felt terrible about it.

"Next question: 'Is that still your plan?'"

Kassam didn't even hesitate and answered firmly, "No." He seemed as cool and calm as ever, and if her lie had upset him, he didn't let on. Aaliyah admired that, but her heart started beating a little faster when the screen turned green again, which could only mean that he liked her.

Right?

Maybe he had even fallen in love with her? She nibbled her bottom lip and thought, That just means he's not playing with me, doesn't it? At least he doesn't want to hurt me, and why should he care if not because he really likes me?

She thought of all the times she had noticed this softness in his voice that he normally didn't have and only showed when he was talking to her. It gave her a fuzzy feeling inside and warmed her so much.

Noah's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she focused on what he was saying. "'Was there any other reason why your last relationship destroyed you like that, besides her cheating on you?'"

Oh yeah... She couldn't help feeling that Kassam hadn't told her the whole truth. She knew that his ex had been cheating on him with one of his best mates for quite a while and that when he had broken up with her, she had told him that she had stopped loved him for a long time too. Aaliyah knew how much that had hurt him and how it had led to him not believing in love anymore. That he no longer wanted to love or even be loved. But she sensed that wasn't all there was. There was a piece of the puzzle missing and she felt she had a right to know.

Kassam hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding his head, only confirming what Aaliyah had already suspected.

There is another reason...

She looked at his face, his angsty eyebrows and cold eyes, and she knew that whatever it was - it was big. Huge, even.

But she couldn't think about it any further because Noah spoke up again. "There are three more questions. One from Lottie and two anonymous ones."

Kassam only raised her eyebrows, but signalled him to continue.

"Lottie wants to know, 'When you said my name at the beginning of Casa Amor - basically telling me you fancied me - did you mean it?'"

Aaliyah raised an eyebrow as well. Casa Amor had been so long ago, why did she even bother? Was it just because she couldn't believe Kassam had chosen Aaliyah over her? She shook her head in disbelief. She was with Gary now and they seemed happy. Right?

When she looked at Gary out of the corner of her eye, he had a frown on his face and a sour expression. "Why does she even care..." he muttered to himself and Graham patted him consolingly on the shoulder. But Gary just snorted, snatched Graham's hand away and hissed, "I don't need your pity."

Aaliyah turned her attention back to the iPad and watched as Kassam shook his head. If she looked closely, she could see the corners of his mouth twitch and she couldn't stop a smug grin from spreading across her face.

"And that's... the truth," Noah commented, nodding at Kassam.

"Next question, 'Did you have a sex dream about someone other than Aaliyah at any point in the villa?'"

Kassam snorted, "Who asked that?"

Noah shrugged, "Doesn't say. It's anonymous."

Kassam scoffed. "Yeah, no, I know exactly who asked that. Someone can't help but keep calling me out on my supposedly bad fuckboy habits, am I right, Hope?" He turned his head to stare at the camera and Aaliyah's grin widened even more. She could just imagine Hope's face turning so red she would need a cooling shower.

"Then watch me tell you the truth once and for all," Kassam continued, still staring into the camera, "No, I did not have a sex dream about anyone other than Lia."

Immediately the screen flashed green, but Kassam didn't even look at it.

He looked so sure of himself that it made Aaliyah's stomach heat up. Not that she had ever doubted him, but to have it confirmed by him once again was hot.

Heat crept up her cheeks and she bit her lip. Marisol noticed and nudged her teasingly, "You're a lucky girl, babe."

Aaliyah chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly.

Noah cleared his throat, at which Kassam tilted his head in his direction.

"Okay, here's the last question. Again from anonymous. ‘If your ex came back to you and said she was sorry and wanted you back and that she still loved you - would you consider giving her another chance?’”

Something in Kassam's demeanour changed. His eyes became hollow - almost numb - and his jaw tightened.

And Aaliyah couldn't help but wonder, Who knows about his ex? After all, he only told me!

"No," he groaned out through clenched teeth, and it sounded hard and determined. But Aaliyah couldn't help noticing the insecurity that resonated in his voice. He didn't sound as confident and sure now as he had seconds before. And when the screen turned red and she knew he had lied, her heart sank.

Lie. It's a lie.

Chelsea gasped audibly and gave Aaliyah a look that made her heart tighten painfully.

No, no, no, no. This can't be true!

But when she looked at the iPad again, the screen was still red. Especially now that he basically knew she had fallen in love with him because she had involuntarily told him through the lie detector, it hurt.

Her fear of not being loved back turned into sheer panic and her body began to shake uncontrollably. Her fingers felt frozen and she could no longer move. When she tried to draw in a breath, it sounded more like a pathetic sob. Everyone around her turned to look at her - sympathy and pity were etched on their faces - but that only made her want to retch. She was staring at the small screen in front of her again when she noticed Kassam look up in shock and turn his head to look back at the camera. It felt like he was looking her straight in the eye, and the look he gave her sent a chill down her spine. His eyes looked panicked, almost haunted - like a deer caught in the headlights of a car at night - but he also looked genuinely shocked and confused. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Then he jerked his head around and snapped at Noah, "What do you mean it's a lie? There's no way in hell I'd give her another chance!"

His voice sounded upset and seriously pissed off, but Noah just shook his head weakly and muttered, "I'm afraid that's exactly what it says."

For a moment Kassam just stared at him, but it seemed more like he was staring right through him, then he got up from his seat, ripped the electrodes off his body and slowly walked out of the room. Aaliyah shuddered as she realised she had never seen him so angry. The way he had powerfully but calmly ripped off the wires and strode so elegantly out of the room was alarming. Because she knew how much he could freak out and how loud he could get - he had shown it with Lucas. But this was different now. He was eerily quiet. Too quiet. And she knew what people were saying - you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they quietly hold in their anger.

She shuddered again, but froze abruptly as she realised that he was only so angry because he had realised that he could try to fool her, but never a lie detector. The polygraph had called him out, and now there was no turning back. Her vision blurred and her eyes welled up with tears.

Was this it? Did they even stand a chance? Had they ever had one?

#litg s2 #litg #litg kassam #litg fanfic #kassam x mc #litg writers room #lie detector test #angst prompt

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Lovestruck Indeed

One more lie detector fic for @litgwritersroom. I have one more I want to do and then I’ll stop I swear 😂

After all the mess with the Dylan drama, it’s nice to have an easy challenge.

Bruno x MC

After all the drama Dylan caused in his first day, you were waiting for whatever challenge the show runners were planning to throw your way. You knew it was coming.

Bruno was still apologizing, trying to make it clear to you that he never meant to hurt you, and you knew he didn’t. When he told you that he wanted to spend the night apart, he’d gone to get ready for bed, and was planning to sleep elsewhere when Angie told him you were already spending the night on the daybeds. It had hurt him to know that he made you feel like you needed to do that. She’d given his shoulder a punch, told him to fix it in the morning, and then jogged back outside herself to keep you company.

Watching you tear into Dylan the next morning after you’d made up, watching you defend Valentina before yourself about the lies he’d spread- it made Bruno realize what he already knew was true. You were the only one for him.

The whole group was hanging out at the beanbags, Bruno sat behind you, arms wrapped loosely around your waist as you played with his hands. He’d just finished a joke that had you doubling over, crushing his hands against your stomach with how hard you laughed. Angie smirked, loving how happy you were again, and a few of the others laughed in turn. Bruno couldn’t contain his own grin at how lovely your laugh sounded after that terrible night. But then a scoff cut through the air and heads swiveled around to see Dylan shaking his head and looking annoyed, “Do you actually think he’s funny, Y/N? Or do you just laugh because you’re coupled with him?”

Your laughter immediately faded, a glare covering your face, “I think he’s hilarious. Just because you have some stick up your ass doesn’t mean I’ll let you take it out on him, mate.”

Bruno pressed a kiss to your head, muttering at you to just ignore him. But Dylan wasn’t done, “Please, we all know you’re lying. No one thinks he’s funny. Wouldn’t you rather face the truth now and try to find a better match before the next coupling?”

Everyone could feel the final recoupling around the corner, it was time for it, and every major burst of drama was always followed by one. But no one had mentioned it, fear of disrupting the peacefulness they’d gained when everyone’s favorite couple had made up.

And then Najuma got the text.

Islanders, today you’ll be participating in the Lie Detector challenge! Each Islander will choose three questions they want to ask their partner while hooked to a lie detector. Please move to the bedroom, notepads and pencils have been laid on your beds. #TruthsRevealed #HonestyIsTheBestPolicy

A lie detector.

Dylan had smirked at you, claiming you couldn’t keep lying about it now.

You couldn’t have been more unbothered by the challenge in all honesty, and Bruno seemed to share the sentiment, so the two of you were playing a card game while the others took the challenge far more seriously than they had any other. “Shouldn’t you guys be working on your questions?” Thabi asked, curiosity in her tone, glancing over from where she just finished working out the wording of her second one.

You raised the notepad beside you as you looked at your cards, “Already done.”

Bruno placed a card down, “We finished, like, fifteen minutes ago.”

James’s brow furrowed, “We got the challenge like twenty minutes ago.”

You and Bruno shared a look, confusion clear on your faces, before you responded, “Exactly. A whole twenty minutes ago. We get three questions. How long is it taking you to come up with yours?” The others shared sheepish looks as your phone beeped. “I got a text.” You didn’t shout, everyone was already around, “Looks like the public voted on who each of us get to ask an extra question to.” All at once phones started beeping, everyone pulling them out to see who they were asking an extra question to, and a scowl settled over your face. “I got Dylan.”

“Perfect time to ask me if I really fancy you, since I know this hard to get thing is because you don’t know if I’m playing the game.” He sounded so damn smug.

“I would literally rather bathe in lighter fluid and then walk through fire.”

He chuckled, “Would be one way to get your clothes off.”

Bruno glared at him, “You’re crossing the fucking line, ya arsehole.”

Dylan opened his mouth again, but another phone beeped and Angie cut him off, “Dylan, your stupid arse is up first. With Will asking the questions.”

Will looked bothered for all of a second, and then Dylan made a comment about preferring to see a pretty girl beside him if he was going to be hooked up to something, and even their nonchalant nature took on a protective stance as they ushered the boy into the room. His questions were written by the public, and each one could be whittled down to the same sentiment- why did he really try to break you and Bruno up?

Dylan rolled his eyes, “Cause I fancied her obviously.”

Will was honestly afraid to glance at the machine, scared for you that it might be the real reason he would do something like that, when it made a noise somewhere between the comforting ding of a truth and the shrill beep of a lie and the light flashed orange. “That’s…a half truth? I didn’t know that was a thing.”

“You don’t know a lot of things, mate.”

Will rolled his eyes, “Regardless, this answer doesn’t qualify. Try again.”

He responded with another eye roll of his own, “But that is why! Figured she’d pick me if they broke up. Still waiting for her to come to her senses.” Same result. Will could almost picture your scowl from where he sat in the cheap lab coat.

“Try again.”

“What am I supposed to tell this stupid thing!? That I saw them on tv and hated how stupidly happy they were!?” Ding.

“Wow, mate. That is…it’s like trying to build a wall to block out the sun for someone else because your house faces away from the beautiful sunset.” Will shook his head, “Let’s see what Y/N’s question for you was…” Will snorted as he read it, and figured Bruno may have had a hand in its creation, “She wants to know if you know how much restraining orders cost.”

“They don’t cost anything, but you could pay for a lawyer.” Ding.

Everyone blinked at the screen, wondering why he would know something like that offhand.

When Bruno got called, he was positively giddy that his interrogator was Angie, but neither of them were entirely willing to leave you when Dylan was still prowling about. Will had grabbed Najuma, Youcef, and Valentina, and the four of them took up each seat around you until he couldn’t get close so the pair could feel at ease.

“Alrighty, mate, test question. Let’s see…” Angie taps a finger to her chin, knowing you went easy on your questions so she wants to make this experience fun for you since you needed that, “Here’s one I just want to see how you respond to. Do you think you’ll make it big as a comedian?”

Bruno gasps in mock offense, hand pressed to his heart, and she smirks at him as he breaks the stance to grin, “Most of the time, I don’t. But Y/N does, so I know it’s worth sticking with.” Ding.

Angie groaned goodnaturedly, “I’m gonna need to see a dentist after this if you two are gonna be this sweet.” They shared a look like they could just picture you giggling- and you were. “Alrighty, let’s get this going. First question is…huh.” Angie paused for a moment, rereading the question to make sure she had it right, and Bruno looked curious but not nervous. “It’s bigger than I thought, but not bad, ya know? She’s a right melt for you, I’ll tell ya that much. The question is, would you be willing to let her support you so you can quit your office job and pursue being a comedian full time?”

He blinked, “I didn’t know she’d ever thought about that. I love that she’d be willing to do that for me, and I know she loves her job, but no. And I’m sure James would feel the same way if Thabi offered to support him while he worked on his novel. But relationships are partnerships. I want to pull my own weight. I would just want her in the front row of each show, even if she ended up being the only one there.” Diiiiiiiiing.

“That was both truthful, and very sweet. Choke on your own sugar already.” Bruno let out a loud laugh as Angie rolled her eyes with a grin, “Onto the next question, mate. What- oh dear lord,” Angie snorted, “Y/N, babes, I love you but your mind is chaotic. How do you go from that to this? Bruno, what is your favorite barnyard animal?”

Bruno looked horrified, “Y/N! How dare you!” Though he couldn’t see you, you cackled in the observation room. “I guess cows, they’re like giant puppies. I would like to remain at least a mile from sheep at any given time.” Ding.

“You do realize that you’re definitely sharing whatever story goes along with that very intense reaction later, right?”

“Yes.” Ding. “What’s the last of her questions?”

Angie hummed, picking up the last card, “Who’s hometown are we visiting first?”

“Yours, definitely. Way you talk about your mum, I honestly can’t wait longer than that to meet her. I’m sure she’ll have some choice words for me because of you sleeping on the daybeds during that fight, but I’m willing to work to make it up to both of you.” Ding.

“Meeting the parents so quickly, Bruno? Have some decorum.” She could barely finish the sentence before they both laughed. “Your bonus question comes from…Will. That tracks, he’s one of your best friends here. He wants to know if you’ll let your fellow islanders have free tickets to your shows.”

“Even if I have to buy the tickets myself, yes. And I appreciate the support.” Ding.

“I suppose Y/N will be dragging me to the shows,” Angie groaned with a fond roll of her eyes, but you could tell she was looking forward to it, too.

Bruno stopped the tech that came to undo his wires, “I wanna say something while I’m still connected if that’s okay?” The producer nearby looked confused, but nodded nonetheless. Bruno looked to the camera, “Y/N, love, I know you didn’t ask because you know the answer. But I’m going to answer anyway, just to put all the rumors to rest. Did Valentina and I ever graft behind your back? Never. We were and are only friends.” You shook your head with a smile as the machine dinged. You already knew that to be true.

You jumped onto Bruno’s back as soon as they walked into the lounge, almost toppling him over when you caught him off guard, “Babe! You wanna meet mum? ‘Cause I can promise you, she’s seen all your cheesy jokes in here and is just waiting to out-pun you.”

“I look forward to it.” He grinned, angling his head to look at you over his shoulder, “But I’m gonna get you for bringing up the barnyard animals!”

He tossed you back onto the couch, tickling your sides as you squirmed and laughed, “Babe! It’s not like it’s embarrassing! Any kid that got nibbled on by a sheep at a petting zoo would stay away from them!” He didn’t halt the tickles until Valentina came over.

“Babes!” She almost shouted in your ears, startling him enough to stop, but she just grinned, “You guys couldn’t hear me over your own chaos. Y/N is up, and I’m asking the questions.” You held out your hand, and she hoisted you up as Bruno rolled out of the way. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before following after her.

Valentina gave you a firm smile, nothing but warmth to be found in it. “Alrighty. Let’s start with this tester, shall we? I think we all know the answer to this, and I welcome the fact that you’re connected to answer it once and for all. Are you interested in Dylan?”

You grimaced, “As a fellow Islander, I was. I wanted to be his friend. At first. Not anymore. But romantically? Never.” Ding.

“Damn right, babes. He’s so many steps below you that you can’t even see him where you stand.” You giggled, beaming at her, and she grinned right back. “Now, onto the fun part. And I emphasize fun because I know you two are going easy and you should. Bruno’s first question- Do you actually think he’s funny?”

“Always.” You grinned, full and bright, no hesitation. The answering ding seemed dimmer in comparison.

Val nodded, “We knew that already, though. Second question, what is-“ she snorted, “He took easy very seriously. What is your favorite color?”

“Oh. That’s actually kind of hard. Any day before coming here, I would’ve answered in a heartbeat. But…it changed. I don’t have a name for it now. Any words I use to describe it would fall flat.” Ding.

“Describe what, babes?”

You flushed, staring at your feet with a shy smile, “The color of Bruno’s eyes when he’s happy. There’s so many colors in there, and when he’s happy they shine like they’re a prism with light shining through. I love it.” Ding.

Val blinked, fanning her eyes with a smile, “Wow. Angie was getting sugar from Bruno but I think you just gave me diabetes or something, holy shit.” You laughed as she picked up the next card, “Bruno’s last question is…” Her smile dipped a bit, and she glanced at you before looking back at it. You were more concerned than anything. Why was she getting upset? Suddenly she beamed instead, “Sorry, it told me to screw with you. But you look more worried for me than about the question so I can’t do it!”

“Bruno! That’s not funny!” You barely heard the machine screech that it was a lie over your own laughs. “Holy hell, whats the question?”

“The question is do you want him to stop cracking jokes in bed?”

You snorted, hands shooting up to cover your mouth as you laughed, “No! Jokes mean he’s having a good time!” Ding.

Valentina shook her head with a grin, “You two are perfect together. Your bonus question comes from…” She flipped up the card, glaring at it like she wanted to rip it apart, “Unfortunately, it comes from Dylan.” You groaned as her eyes skimmed the card, “Oh! Wait! We’ve already covered this. It was my tester question. He asked if you were secretly into him and just pretending to like Bruno.”

You glared straight at the camera, “I do not even like you as a person, Dylan. I was not, am not, and will not be interested in you in any capacity of my life. You have done nothing but talk down to me, talk down to Bruno, use Valentina like she’s some puppet for your games, degrade Will because they see things differently than you do- and Will, I mean that as a very good thing- but Dylan, I would sooner see you rot in hell before I ever entertain your advances in any capacity.” The ding rang out, long and loud, as Val clapped her hands.

“That was both savage and eloquently put and I applaud you.” She started to stand when her phone beeped. Glancing at it, she blinked, “Y/N, the public has voted you answer one extra question. From me.” You nodded your head to her, and you could see her tossing ideas around in her head before her eyes grew firm with determination, “Why was it so easy for you to believe that we weren’t grafting? I mean, we weren’t. But, I had almost picked Bruno when I first came in. I didn’t because he had told me how much you meant to him, but how were you not at least doubtful about it?”

You blinked, concern etching on your face when you saw the tears gently fill her lash line, “Babes, I was concerned for all of five seconds. Dylan had spent that whole date telling me that I needed to be saved, and that I needed to hit the gym more or that my job wasn’t worth my time. Being a scaffolder isn’t glamorous, but I love it. So when he said all of that, and then immediately tried to paint you as a villain, I knew it was garbage. Besides, if you were going to go behind my back, you also would’ve just chosen him when he told you not to. But you aren’t like that. And neither is Bruno. You are still my mate at the end of the day, and he was a stranger. It’s no question who I’d rather believe in. Angie is my best mate in the world, but if she came to me and said the same thing I’d still talk to you about it before I worried it was true.” Diiiiiiiing.

Valentina flew forward, wrapping you in a hug. “Thank you, babes. Thank you.”

When you joined the others in the lounge, you slipped into your space against Bruno’s side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he looked at you with a smug expression, “So my eyes are your favorite color?”

You raised a brow, “Is someone’s ego getting too big?”

Angie snorted, sitting down beside you, “Don’t let him fool you babes, he had the dopiest lovestruck smile when you said it.”

You shared a smile, no one else really mattered at that point. Lovestruck indeed…

Masterlist

#litg #litg bombshell #litg season 4 #litg bruno #litg Bruno x mc #lie detector #litg writers room

[tammyisobsessedwith]

I just want to take a moment and thank everyone who wished me a happy birthday yesterday, either directly, in DMs, in my inbox, by liking or rb the LITG Writers Room announcement or even if you just saw it and wished it mentally. It’s really something to think so many people here care about me so from the bottom of my heart, thank you! 🥰

More than that, yesterday was also World Mental Health Day and I was supposed to post this then, but life happens and all that shit. Still, I wanted to post something about it.

Some of you know that I’ve been diagnosed with major depressive disorder and that I’ve handled it for the majority of my life. I had been almost three years with no episodes until a couple of months ago and while some days I’m still struggling, I’m working on it. I’m back on meds, I do therapy and try to maintain a healthy lifestyle and do a hundred little things to keep afloat.

That being said, having this fandom and some of the people I’ve met here this year makes such a difference. Not only for entertainment purposes and a creative outlet, but I found some people who are probably my closest friends now and who may have literally saved my life when I felt like I was hitting bottom. So big shoutout to the girls @litgwritersroom 😘

I haven’t been as active here as I’d like as I’m dealing with a lot of stuff. There are many wonderful people here that I’ve only interacted with peripherally, but if you’re seeing this know you have my admiration and support.

If you ever need someone to talk, I’m here and I’ll try my best.

Also remember that self care is a form of self love and something we all need to maintain our mental health. ❤️

#not litg #but also #litg #tammy has opinions #mental health #litg writers room #world mental health day #friendship #self care #self love

[mrsbsmooth]

does the writer's room ever take applications?

Well, well, well, isn't this an interesting question?

We don't take applications, per se, because the decision to invite someone to join takes a lot to factor in. It's not just about being a great writer, it's about making sure the discord behind this is also a safe, positive space for everyone to enjoy themselves. This is as much about having fun as it is about writing great content.

However, (and I say this with the hugest wink possible)

We are looking to host two open prompts in the next month, and you can bet we'll be keeping an eye out for keen writers who might be interested in coming in as our next bombshells.

So if you were interested in joining the @litgwritersroom... I would highly recommend participating in one of them.

#litg #wink #litg writers room #love island the game

[luhvey-duhvey]

Jin really laid it on factor 50 this volume omg

#had me smiling and giggling the whole time #Fusebox who did yall put in the writers room this week #✍️ 🔥 #I might keep playing yall know how I haven’t finished a litg season since season 2 #litg #litg s8 #litg Jin #litg tempting fate #mine

[crimswnred]

I already miss Bobstrid 🥺🥺

me too, anon! my beloveds ❤️

honestly, I'm so happy you guys enjoyed our project! it was a blast coming with the idea, plots, couples and writing it together.

and we might have some new projects in the horizon, too, hehe 😉

#askask #anon #writers room #afica #litg

[litgwritersroom]

amelia. Rip her apart I don’t care how.

Amelia Gets her Heart Ripped Out

S6 |Amelia/Heartbreak | 700 words | @i-boop-you

It's a miserable morning, but it perks up for Amelia when she bumps into the Portuguese Squeeze at the coffee shop.

Not for the faint hearted, but for the Amelia haters.

It was a chilled morning in January. The city was awake but the dusky morning hadn’t gotten the message yet. Amelia trudged through the puddled streets, shielding her £500 blow-dry from the drizzle of rain.

She wasn’t really a city girl, more of a beach girl, but she was in the city visiting her twin sister and she couldn’t wait to be gone again. She’d take sunsets setting above the seaside over the miserable grey skyscraper hell anyday. One thing the city did get right though was its coffee.

With some time to spare, Amelia dipped her head into the nearest Starbucks. There was another across the street, but that one didn’t have the cute barista this one had. Sure, he always burned the milk, but his shiny smile more than made up for it.

Amelia went in prepared with her most winning smile for him, but as she flashed it upon entrance, her face slipped, that winning smile faltering. Before her eyes stood a handsome stranger with swishy brown hair and a golden tan.

Cute barista who?

“Oh,” she said, stunned into silence momentarily.

He visibly took her in, leaning back with widening eyes as he looked her up and down. Well, if he didn’t like it, she’d stolen everything she had on out of her sister’s drawers before heading out, so it would be entirely her twin's fault. His gaze was intense, smouldering, like he saw right through her, but knew everything about her at the same time.

“Olá,” he said, side stepping out of her way, “excuse me, gaja bonita.”

“Oh, Spanish?” She asked.

He smiled coyly. “Not quite,” he said, taking her hand in his, “I am Roberto. The Portuguese squeeze.”

“Roberto,” she said, matching his accent and rolling his name on her tongue like it was a sweet treat. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Amelia.”

“Tell me, gaja bonita, but where are you going on such a poor morning? Surely a lady such as you should have a … man … to fetch her beverages?”

She fluttered her lashes at him. “I’m single.”

“Excelente,” he smiled, flashing her another stunner. “Perhaps I could then treat you to a drink? That way you would owe me one back, and I am a thirsty man.”

“I’d be happy to return the favour, Roberto.”

“Ah excelente. Please, let me …”

He strolled off, practically floating - wait, was he floating? It was hard to tell with the cape on – and he ordered from some barista. He looked back at her, and when he saw her lovestruck stare, he cocked a grin, exposing his sharp canines.

They exited out into the dark morning again, smiling bashfully over at one another all the while until Roberto asked her, “Do you have any place to be this morning? I was planning to stroll through the park if you would care to join me.”

“That sounds lovely.”

So they set out, never straying from the path, all until they got to the gates of the cemetery. Roberto steered her to a bench under an old oak tree that loomed over the graves.

“Spooky,” Amelia said with a pout, looking in. “Death makes me so sad.”

“How so, gaja?”

“It’s just so sad to think of the life left behind.”

“Ah, think instead of the life they lived, and all it came to.”

“I guess. It’s pretty secluded here.”

It was cold, so Amelia slurped down her drink despite the burnt milk to keep herself warm.

“Are you chilled?” He asked, scooching closer.

She nodded, casting a doe-eyed look up at him through her lashes.

“Yes, it is cold, is it not? And you … you are so warm-blooded.”

Amelia giggled. And he smiled. That beautiful smile. God she was a sucker for a lovely smile. He leant in closer, his lips puckered, his eyes on her neck –

He reached up to her chest –

Her heart hammered away –

His lips brushed hers –

And Roberto hissed, revealing his vampiric fangs, and in one strong swoop, he punched through her chest, grabbing a hold of her still beating heart. He ripped it out and squeezed it until it exploded, spraying them both with blood. 

With her oozing away in his hand, he whispered, “I am Roberto, vampire, and Portuguese squeeze.”

#litg #litg amelia #litg roberto #litg writers room #writers room #litg fanfic #love island the game #litg double trouble #litg s6 #i-boop-you

[0shewrites0]

THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS

S2 | Gary/MC | 2700+ words | @0shewrites0

synopsis | Gary is genuinely happy with Maeve, but Lottie doesn't believe he is being honest. She is jealous of Maeve and angry that Gary ditched her for Maeve. Together with Hannah she thinks about how she can test him, or rather how she can make him regret that he ever coupled up with Maeve. She wants to remind him that she - Lottie - is the one he really wants.

prompt | rewriting Operation Nope @litgwritersroom

genre | fluff. non-canonical. rated T.

author’s note | I've never written for Gary before, so I wanted to challenge myself. I'm sorry in advance if I didn't capture his character properly, but I tried anyway. And it was fun to write him. I like fluff with Gary so much🤍

"UGH!" Lottie feigned retching and rolled her eyes.

Startled, Hannah looked up, following Lottie's gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw Gary and Maeve in the outdoors gym. Gary was doing push-ups while Maeve was underneath him. Each time he lowered himself to the ground, he pressed a kiss to her lips and then pushed himself back up.

Maeve giggled, her face flushed as she barely managed to look into his bright blue eyes that gazed down at her, and his lips twisted into a grin. Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead and chest, but he kept going, his muscles tensing, his strong arms braced on either side of Maeve’s shoulders.

Both Lottie and Hannah stared at them, bewildered - Lottie because she still couldn't believe that Gary had chosen Maeve over her, and twice, and Hannah because she couldn't for the life of her imagine lying under a guy, having to endure his panting, the sweat trickling down his face and onto her own, and getting sticky, sweaty kisses.

What was hot about it? Ew! She shuddered in disgust, averting her eyes and looking at Lottie instead. "That's disgusting, isn't it?"

"Mmm..." replied Lottie absentmindedly, her gaze still fixed on Gary, her eyelid twitching nervously as she clenched her teeth in annoyance.

"Lottie," Hannah tried again, putting her hand on Lottie's arm and squeezing it gently, "stop watching them. You'll feel miserable."

Lottie scoffed, "Oh, I'm miserable already, thank you very much." But she turned her back on them and turned her attention to Hannah, frowning and pouting. "I just don't understand why he would choose her over me. When we came in he didn't even notice her, he didn't step forward for her!"

Hannah clamped her mouth shut, knowing this was going to be one of those endless rants about how Lottie thought she was the perfect partner for Gary, and she decided to just listen and nod her head in agreement. There was no stopping her anyway.

"Are you even listening to me, Han?" Lottie suddenly snapped, glaring at Hannah with her emerald eyes.

The latter nodded quickly and forced a smile, "Of course I am. And I agree, I don't get it either."

For a moment Lottie watched her suspiciously, then waved her hand dismissively. "It's like I don't even exist anymore!" She turned back around, fixed her gaze on the gym and was annoyed to see Gary still doing push-ups and kissing Maeve. "What is it about her? I thought he liked opinionated women, someone who could talk back, but with her it's like she's the complete opposite. Always all sunny and happy, always trying to keep harmony and peace. It's so boring!"

"Maybe we should do something to get him interested in you again?" asked Hannah quietly, almost not daring to say anything because she didn't want to make Lottie any angrier than she already was.

"What did you just say?" Lottie jerked her head around to stare at her, and Hannah wasn't sure, but it seemed like her eyes were shining. Like she was feeling hopeful again.

"I don't know, but if you think he's just forgotten you, maybe get him to remember you. We could test him and find out if he really likes Maeve that much or if she's just the easier option."

"The easier option? What's that supposed to mean?" Lottie narrowed her eyes again and scowled at her.

Hannah swallowed quickly, "I just meant that with her, he doesn't really have to try to make it seem like they're a good couple because they're so boring. Nothing ever happens, they haven't even had a fight yet. And maybe he's taking advantage of her because he knows she'll secure him a place in the finals? He could be playing the game..."

Lottie scoffed sarcastically, "I highly doubt the guy is smart enough to do anything like that. I mean, he's a crane operator. Doesn't take much cognitive ability, does it?"

Hannah winced briefly, wondering why Lottie even wanted him so badly if she thought so poorly of him, but she quickly brushed the thought off. She's just angry...

"But," Lottie put one of her impeccably manicured black fingernails to her chin and tapped it thoughtfully, "you do have a point. Maybe I can make him regret ever coupling up with her."

"Do you have a plan?" inquired Hannah hesitantly.

"Not yet, but I'll come up with one!"

••••••••••••••••

Gary stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and full of energy after his workout, dried himself off and couldn't help smiling when he thought of the visual of Maeve lying underneath him, beaming at him with flushed cheeks. She was not his type at all, at least not on paper, but lately he was wondering if maybe he had been wrong about his type all along. After all, he was already thinking about what his nan would say if he brought her home. And he was bloody sure she would adore her.

Maeve was laid-back, easy-going, happy, and she always managed to put a smile on his face, too. He felt comfortable around her, he didn't worry so much about his physique, and he caught himself no longer wondering so often if she thought he was hot. Because the way she looked at him, her sparkling eyes that lit up whenever he entered a room or came into her field of vision, and her lips that twisted into a genuine smile - it made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy.

And the way she touched his body delicately when they were alone, the way she gently squeezed his biceps or brushed her fingers over his pecs as if he were a work of art -

Gary shook his head sharply and forced himself to stop daydreaming like that. He softened around her, he could feel it, and part of him liked it, but he couldn't lose his cool completely either. He couldn't let goosebumps cover his body just thinking about her. It wasn't like he was already in love with her, or was he?

He scoffed softly, concentrating on getting ready, then made his way downstairs. He was jogging through the large, open lobby when he saw Lottie lounging on one of the big couches, stretching her body luxuriously, almost like a cat, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had just entered the same room. His eyes raked over her figure for the briefest of seconds, then he cleared his throat, "Well, hello there."

Lottie lifted her head, gave him one of her piercing looks that made him feel extremely uncomfortable - and not in the good, sexy way - and gave him a lopsided grin. "Just got out of the shower, huh?"

Gary just nodded wordlessly.

When she realised he wasn't going to say anything more, she rolled her eyes, and sat up, crossing her legs and resting her hands in her lap. "How's it going? Is Maeve everything you ever wanted?"

Gary raised an eyebrow and came over to the couch facing her, propping his forearms on the soft backrest. "Where did that come from?" he asked suspiciously.

Lottie grinned and clicked her tongue, "Just asking. Because it's still early days and all that, you know."

"Yeah, I guess so..." murmured Gary, not breaking eye contact. "You happy with Bobby then?"

She burst out laughing, throwing her head back dramatically and wiping the non-existent tears from her eyes. "What do you think? We're hardly the next great romance."

He nodded curtly, "Fair enough. Bobby's more of a mate, isn't he?"

"Yeah, literally. We get on well, but there's nothing more between us."

He sensed she was trying to get something out of him without having to ask him directly, but he wasn't going to make it that easy for her. He wasn't blind, he had noticed both her and Hannah staring at him when he had done one of his training sessions earlier where Maeve had joined him. He didn't know exactly what her problem was, but he was wary.

"All right, I'll just come out and say it," she finally relented, standing up and walking towards him. Gary remained silent, waiting for her to continue, grinning inwardly. There it is.

"Are you really happy with Maeve? I remember you telling me what your type was on paper, and it's definitely not her..." She scanned his face for a reaction, but he gave her none. It wasn't long before she was standing right next to him, putting a hand on his bicep and adding, "I just worry about you. You don't seem yourself."

He scoffed, but quickly disguised it as a cough and thought to himself, Yeah, right. You’re worried. Of course you are.

"Listen, Lottie..." he began, but she interrupted him. "I just want you to be happy, you know? And I want you to be honest with yourself. What does your heart tell you?"

He tilted his head, only now realising how terribly close her face was, her familiar sandalwood scent wafting around him, her piercing green eyes boring into his face, trying to read him. "What does my heart tell me?" he asked, trying hard not to grin smugly.

"Yes, like..." she placed the hand that had been resting on his arm seconds before directly over his heart, then continued, "Is it telling you to keep trying with her, or is it telling you to weigh your other options a bit? We're only ten days in, not even halfway through the month."

He thanked the heavens that his heart was beating normally, that she was unable to raise his heart rate even though she was so close and her whole being practically flooded all his senses. He would have thought it would be more tempting if she were practically begging him to take her back, but there was nothing.

Sure, she had been fun to be with, she was a good kisser, and aside from all the weird spiritual, esoteric stuff, she was cool. But he had never felt the spark with her. The butterflies. Not like he felt them with Maeve now.

"So what does your heart tell you?" he deflected, suppressing a chuckle when he realised he'd caught her off guard.

She pulled back and shrugged, "Well, there are definitely better options for me than Bobby."

"Yeah? Like who? Lucas, maybe?"

Lottie raised an eyebrow and huffed, "Please, not even if he was the only option. He's hot, of course. But apart from that, he's not my type. I'm here for love, you know? Not just for a summer fling."

Gary nodded solemnly, then added, "Does Bobby know you're grafting on me?"

She flinched, surprised by his sudden directness, and her cheeks flushed. She tilted her head to the side, her long blondish-pink hair covering the side of her face so he couldn't see her, then murmured, "Weren't you listening? It's not going anywhere. It's not like he'd mind."

"So you are grafting me," he stated dryly. "Why?"

When she didn't answer, he continued, "I'm happy with Maeve, alright? And I think my heart is telling me to keep pursuing her. I'm sorry things aren't working out between you and Bobby, but I'm here for love too." He pushed himself off the back of the couch and walked past her to the glass doors that led out onto the lawn. Hand on the handle, he turned to the side and added, "Also, jealousy doesn't suit you, Lottie."

With that, he stepped out into the bright sunshine, his eyes scanning the lawn and his heart skipping a beat when he spotted Maeve lying on one of the inflatables with her eyes closed, floating across the pool.

He headed towards her, but halfway there Hannah stepped in his way. "Gary, have you seen Lottie?" she asked, sounding oddly nervous.

"Yeah, she's inside," he gestured towards the villa with his thumb and was about to leave when she grabbed his arm and stepped close to him, whispering, "She really likes you, you know? I know she's not so good with feelings, but she misses you."

She nibbled her lower lip anxiously, the grip of her slender fingers felt too tight around his forearm, and for a brief moment he didn't know what to do. His eyes fell on Maeve, still dozing on the inflatable, and suddenly he couldn't get away from Hannah fast enough.

He put his hand on hers and gently but firmly loosened her grip, then replied in a lowered voice, "First off, she should have told me herself. Secondly, that's nice, but I don't miss her. I really like Maeve a lot. And since you're playing Cupid, will you tell her?"

Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth dropped open. Gary seized the moment and left her to it. Falling into a light jog, he approached the pool where he immediately dived in, the cool water engulfing his body.

Well, that was fucking weird, he thought to himself, wondering if he should talk to Maeve about it. He couldn't see her getting angry or upset, to be honest, but it was the right thing to do, wasn't it?

When he came back up, inhaling deeply and sweeping his wet hair out of his forehead, two curious brown eyes were staring at him, twinkling mysteriously, and there it was again - the rumbling in his stomach.

"Hi!" Maeve exclaimed, flashing him a toothy smile, the bright freckles on her nose and cheeks dancing and sparkling in the sun, and he returned the grin. "Hey, love. Alright?"

Her grin widened and she nodded, then tried to get off the inflatable and into the water. Gary chuckled and looped an arm around her waist, finishing the job for her. She giggled as he pulled her against him and her arms automatically wrapped around his neck. He leaned in and touched his lips to hers. A warm, comforting feeling spread throughout his body as she returned the kiss and he felt her lips move against his.

Eventually, he pulled back and decided to come right out and say it. "Love, I have to tell you something," he began and his heart beat faster when her nose wrinkled and she frowned.

"Okay?" she hummed, and there was no trace of worry or jealousy in her voice. It put him at ease almost instantly. He brought his palm to her face and brushed her cheek, then smiled reassuringly at her, "Nothing happened, but I thought you should know anyway." She just nodded, her warm eyes open and honest as she looked at him. "I think Lottie tried to come on to me."

She raised an eyebrow, and he noticed one corner of her mouth twitch slightly. But she said nothing, so he continued, "And I think she's jealous. Of you."

At that, her eyebrows shot up to her hairline and Gary couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Of me?" she asked, and her voice sounded so full of disbelief and genuine surprise that once again he couldn't help thinking that she really was the perfect match for him. "Yes, love, of you."

She shook her head, crinkling her nose again, and pouted, seemingly thoughtful. "Oh, is it because you chose me over her? At the last recoupling?"

He chuckled again, "Yeah, and at the recoupling before that too."

"Oops," she giggled and her cheeks flushed again, a lovely rosy hue.

Gary closed the distance between them and kissed her on the nose as the butterflies rioted in his stomach.

"And what did you say to her?" she finally asked softly.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I told her I liked you, not her."

The blush on her face deepened and she rolled her eyes playfully, but where her chest pressed against his, he could feel her heart beating harder at his words.

"You're not going to leave me hanging now, are you? Do you like me too?" he probed, a smile playing around his lips.

She smacked his arm and rolled her eyes again, "Of course I like you. I thought that was obvious."

He laughed, "Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

She nodded and smiled, "We definitely are."

Then she bit her lip and glanced down at his lips for a moment, but it was long enough for Gary to catch it and before she could lean in, he did and captured her lips in another deep, lingering kiss.

A tiny moan escaped her lips as he tightened his grip around her waist, and this time he didn't even try to stop the goosebumps that covered his whole body.

Maybe I am in love with her after all...

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[whatisreggieshortfor]

Questions from Nan

The Islanders don’t get their questions from their partners or the public. What happens when you need to answer Gary’s nan while strapped to the lie detector?

Gary x MC

A lie detector should be easy, right? You’ve been with your partner for a while, there shouldn’t be any reason to be nervous.

Unless maybe it isn’t your partner asking the questions, but their parents.

Or in your case, their grandparents.

Apparently, even after the drama that led the fan favorite to ending the show with the chef instead of either boy that chased her, the audience needed more excitement. So the producers reached out to your families, allowing the closest members to you to write questions for your partner that you’d have to ask. You weren’t even sure if any member of your family was watching, so you figured the questions for Gary were bound to be easy.

But you knew how important Gary was to his family, especially his nan. You didn’t have a single doubt that she would be watching, and she would be revealing that thunder he always admired.

Hope and Noah had to go first, being the longest running couple, and as everyone watched through the screen Gary sidled up to you and pulled you aside. When he was sure no one was paying much attention, he gently turned you to look at him, “What’s going on in that head, love?”

You gave him a nervous smile, “What if I fuck this up? Or your nan doesn’t like me? I need her to like me. She’s so important to you.”

Gary’s brow furrowed in concern as he pulled you to his chest, wrapping his big arms around you, “Babes, yes, she’s important to me. And I know my head has seemed like it’s turned more than the bloody pulley wheel in my crane. But I came back to you- and we’ve made it this far- because this is it for me. And I know that’s just words, and I hope your mum or whoever asks me so I have a chance to prove it, but I’m serious. It’s you or nothing. Nan will love you, because she’ll love that you make me better than I am. And if she doesn’t- which I can’t even fathom how she wouldn’t- she’ll learn to, because I ain’t letting you go anywhere else.”

You sniffled. Hearing him say something like that- that his nan’s opinion of you wouldn’t change if he stayed with you- you really hoped it would be true. You squeezed your own arms around him as far as you could, and when you huffed because you couldn’t reach all the way, he chuckled and maneuvered so you could wrap them around his neck instead.

At some point Lottie and Bobby were called, and the only question you cared about was Bobby’s family asking Lottie if she would leave Bobby to be dumped if Gary had decided he wanted her. Gary didn’t loosen his grip on for a second while you waited for her answer. She said no, Bobby had saved her and she was loyal to that. She lied. Gary had leaned down to you, reminding you that he had the chance to choose her before, but he wanted you. And that was what really mattered in the end. He had picked you.

Far too soon, Gary’s turn was called and you took his hand as the two of you made your way to the hideaway. You found the notecards laid out, each of them named. Once Gary was rigged in, you picked up the first one and you were already shocked. The two of you had assumed your mum would be the one to follow your time on the show if anyone did- but the questions were from your older brother. “Oh, babes…” You looked at Gary wide eyed. You had told him about your brother, of course. He was only a few years older than you, not even in his thirties yet. He had married his high school sweetheart and had a baby on the way, so you never thought he’d care what you got up to here. It filled you with warmth. He had only ever wanted you happy. Cleaning your throat, you gave Gary an encouraging smile, “Your questions come from Marco.“

“Your brother?” Gary’s own eyes widened. Sure, he’d expected your brother to corner him for the shovel talk, but he pictured that being on the outside. “Oh bloody hell. Let’s see how he feels about me.”

“You’ve got this, babes.” You squeezed his knee before looking to the actual question, “Is there anyone that makes you happier than my sister? In the Villa or out.”

“No.” You were shocked at the lack of hesitation.

Your mouth fell open when the machine dinged, “What about your nan!?”

Gary just shrugged, lopsided smile taking over his face. “You make me happiest.”

You bit your lip to keep from tearing up, “Okay, we need to move on before you become a bigger melt,” you teased, and he didn’t object, as you grabbed the next card, “Do I need to worry about your head turning on the outside?”

Gary sighed, “I knew it was coming. Told ya I welcomed the question, babe. But no, you don’t have to worry. Neither of you do.”

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until the machine dinged it was true and you blew the air out. “That is reassuring to hear.”

“I’m in this, babe. Eggs in the basket and all that.” You laughed as he smiled at you.

Picking up the last card, you gave him a smile of your own, “Last one. You’re doing great.” Your eyes ran over the words carefully, you wanted to make sure you had it right, and you were a little surprised by it. “Okay, I’m supposed to read it exactly as written, right?” The producer nodded and you grinned at Gary, “Marco asks ‘Assuming the first two questions went well, when we meet on the outside, can you bring your nan so we can finally meet the woman that helped raised a good man?’”

Gary snorted, grinning back at you, “I’m sure she’d love that. I’d be happy to bring her along, if I can get her to leave Chatham at least.”

The machine announced it was true, not that you needed it, “We could always come to her.”

“She’d probably love that more.” He laughed, waiting as the technician unhooked him and the two of you swapped seats. He took your hand for a second, giving your fingers a squeeze, “Just relax, love. You’ll do amazing.”

When he pulled his hand away, you took several deep breaths, eyes closed as you only thought about how much you cared about him. Opening your eyes, you gave him a small smile, “I’m ready.”

Gary picked up the first card, nodding to himself like he knew how this would go, “It is nan. I’m not sure if it would be better or worse for it to be someone else since ya been worryin’ about it, but I know it’ll be okay. And based on this question, she already likes ya. Nan asks how you felt seeing me couple up with Chelsea.”

Your brow furrowed, you had almost forgotten about that disaster of a recoupling, “It hurt, I won’t lie. But it’s not as if you chose her over me either, ya know? Lucas picked me, and then Casa Amor happened and we stayed loyal to each other, but we couldn’t choose each other when it was over. We had to save someone. Chelsea is my best mate, and I know she was excited about being with you, and I know she felt guilty because of that. But I don’t hold it against either of you, I can promise you that.”

Ding.

Gary gave you a guilty smile, “I know I had said when I was coupled with her that we were gonna see where things went and all that, but it felt wrong to both of us. Both times. But we were trying to put on our happy faces for everybody, and I’m sorry if that hurt you, babe.”

You shook your head, “It’s in the past.”

Gary picked up the next card, sucking his teeth a bit, “Did it make you uncomfortable when I talked to you about my therapy?”

Your eyes widened, “Absolutely not! I was…I was honestly, I don’t know proud? Not only that you trusted me enough to open up like that, but just of you. When we first got here, you never would have told anyone that, least of all in front of a camera. You might be the same goofy lad that knows a shipyard is a sight at night, but that day I got to see your growth, and I know we were able to bond over that, too.”

Gary made a grunting noise, swiping at his eyes when the machine confirmed you were truthful, “And you were calling me a melt, damn, babe.” Clearing his throat, he picked up the last card, “Here we go, Y/N. Nan asks if you’re serious about me.”

“More serious than anything I’ve ever done, and I take my work in rainforest conservation very seriously, not to mention how seriously I take my hair!” Gary snorted, you were probably the least fickle girl there about your hair, always jumping in the pool without a thought on how long it took you to do it up, but he knew how much your work meant to you so his heart squeezed with affection when it showed you were truthful.

After you were unhooked, he scooped you up in a signature bear hug, squeezing you as you giggled into his ear. He felt like he could live forever hearing that sound.

The rest of the Islanders took their turns until everyone was finished. Some couples were barely hanging on, but some like Gary and you were stronger than ever. And then the text came through.

You stared at the screen in disbelief before reading it out, “Islanders, I hope you enjoyed answering questions from your partner’s families. Now prepare to speak to them yourselves. Please take your partner to the assigned spot. Hashtag meet the fam, hashtag first impressions matter.”

A second later, each of the boys’ phones began beeping, and Gary took your hand, “C’mon, love, we’re heading to the roof terrace.”

You followed after him in a daze, hoping and praying that you’d made a good enough impression.

Gary led you out onto the terrace, and as you took your seats in front of the screen you leaned into his side to the point that you were almost hiding behind him, “I wonder who will be first.” He wrapped his arm around your back, but didn’t push out from behind him, opening his mouth as the screen lit up.

“Y/N!”

“Marco!” You beamed, suddenly springing forward like you hadn’t seen each other in years rather than just a couple of weeks, and it made Gary laugh to himself. You cleared your throat, smiling brightly, “Marco, I know you know who he is, but I’d like you to unofficially meet Gary.”

“It’s good to meet ya, mate. Y/N’s told me a lot, mostly good.”

“I bet she didn’t tell you about the time she pushed me off a curly slide on the playground though.”

“I was six and you were taking too long!” You interjected, but you loved the way they were clicking so quickly. “T hasn’t had the baby yet, right? Did I miss it?”

“Naw, you ain’t missed it. She’s got another few weeks. She uh,” Marco scratched the back of his head, “She said she’d like you to bring this idiot with you, if you wanted to.”

Your eyes widened, your sister in law had very strictly said she want only immediate family at the hospital, “Really? I- I mean I haven’t even- I need to talk to him-“

“Yeah, yeah,” Marco rolled his eyes at the camera, but he wore a huge smile, “Anyway, sis, they let me view the test as it happened- T is gonna hate me for it since she’ll have to wait for the episode to aire and I can’t tell her anything- but I want you to know that I think you did good out there.”

Warmth bubbles up in your chest, and you could see Gary beaming with pride, tears ready to fall as you looked at your brother, “You really think so?”

He nodded enthusiastically, his hair flopping with the force, “Mum and dad have seen some of it when they’ve been over- you know they aren’t big on tv, but we’ve recorded the really good moments of you two- and they said you guys reminded them of each other. The way you look at each other.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you smiled, hand gripping Gary’s, “That’s…I don’t even know, that’s amazing, that’s unbelievable, that’s-“

“It’s everything.” Gary filled in, and you nodded eagerly.

“Okay, I’m gonna go because I’m out of time, but I also can’t watch the sweetness live or I’ll retch.” You laughed, “Just remember to play it safe. I’m getting ready to have a daughter- I don’t need a niece or nephew to worry about!”

“Marco! We aren’t-“

“Bye!” He waved like a maniac, laughing as the call ended.

“Knobhead.” You huffed, but Gary was too busy laughing himself to even pretend to be irritated at your brother’s antics. The screen rang again, and you felt your breath lodge in your throat as it connected, a tough but kind looking older woman appearing on the screen.

Gary squeezed your hand, “Hey nan, this is Y/N.”

“Oh, I know who she is, you knob, how old do you think I am?”

You snorted before you could stop yourself, but they were both smiling at you when you looked up, “Hi Missus Renn-“

“No. You call me nan, dear.”

“When Jonny tried to call you nan, ya hit him with your cane and said only family got to do that.” Gary input, which filled you with cautious hope, that her next words let bloom into giddiness.

“She is family, unless ya been wasting her time. Don’t be a prat, Gareth.”

Gary groaned at the name, “Come on, nan, please don’t try and embarrass me.”

“Is that not my job? Just wait til you come visit.”

You giggled, “Ooh, are there gonna be baby pictures involved?”

“You’re damn right there will be.” She laughed deeply, “I’m planning the visit with Marco already. Show people got us in touch as soon as he asked about meeting me.”

“My brother is gonna get to meet you before I do!?”

She grinned, “Bloody hell, no. You two will be coming out the day before, after you get out of there. Your family is coming the day after to see you again and meet my boy.”

You suddenly couldn’t remember why you were so nervous, as you watched the two of them interact. This was everything you’d wanted when you came here.

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[fabyzay-blog]

The one where two ex-lovers meet again in a reality TV show. 

Hi! When I was first reading LITG S5 I wrote a little something to help me understand the plot better because I love details and we were bearly getting any. So a wrote what I was thinking about how Suresh and my MC (Rays) met.

It was always meant to be just for me but I was browsing on my computer the other day and decided to share it here. (English is not my first lenguage so I apologize for any errors)

Summer 2022

Rays entered the Love Island Villa hoping to finally move on from Suresh. This was her new beginning, her chance to open herself up to love again. But what she didn’t expect was for him to be there too. 

Rays thought she had left him behind, that her wounds were finally healed, and that she was ready to move on to someone new. But then she looked into his emerald, green eyes again and all the feelings that were locked away in the deepest parts of her heart a year and so ago came back like a bucket of cold water. 

He looked just like she remembered, his hair perfectly slick back, clothes that fit perfectly (purple swim trunks, her favorite color), and that confident cocky grin that always adorned his face. 

He looked perfect, just like the first time she met him almost three years ago. 

August 2019 

Rays was good at her job. She was just an intern, but she worked her ass off to be the one to get promoted to writer before the end of the year. 

So, when her boss asked one of the interns to take care of everything the attorneys the law firm had sent to take care of the merging the company was going through at the time, she did not hesitate to volunteer herself to the task. This did not fall within her usual responsibilities at the magazine she worked at, but she was going to be the best assistant those pretentious lawyers have ever had. 

However, she did not expect the job to be this hard, and it was all because of him. Suresh De Silva. 

The team was composed of two lawyers. Andrea who was in her forties, and barely needed her for anything. Suresh on the other hand was younger, closer to Rays age, smoking hot, and was always calling her over to the conference room the company had given them to work in. 

He needed coffee, and documents she had forwarded to him thousands of times before, among many other things she could have given him the previous day or sent over in an email. She did not complain even once, she wanted that promotion, and the fact that he was so good-looking made her forget he made her go to his office multiple times a day. With time the dynamics started to change between them, he started to be the one to bring her a coffee and go to her cubicle every once in a while to get what he needed. 

There was some tension between them from the beginning, but they never acted on it, after all, they both had to keep it professional. 

One day Suresh came without Andrea to the office, so he asked Rays to work with him in the conference room instead of her cubicle so that she could keep him company and she agreed. They barely got any work done that day, they got to know one another, gave each other side glances, and flirted at every chance they could. 

By the end of August Andrea and Suresh had finished their work at the magazine, and after weeks of flirting with each other their flirty banter in the office was over. She never asked for his personal number and neither did he, so she did not see him again, until three weeks later. 

It was almost the end of September when Rays and a few of her friends decided to try a new club on the posh side of town in hopes of finding a rich guy who would pay for their drinks instead of the guys that frequent the club they always went to. After a few hours, she had already got a few free drinks and turned down a couple of guys trying to get her to go home with them that night, all of which she rejected. 

She had spotted Suresh half an hour ago while she was dancing with a redhead, he was a few meters away from her dancing with a brunette. 

He also noticed her half an hour ago, neither of them approached the other, they were playing a game. The teasing game and the one to stop teasing the other first would lose.  

She grabbed the redhead by the neck and started grinding on him, biting his earlobe, and kissing his neck, all while looking at Suresh straight in the eyes. He started whispering into the brunette's ear and then they walked away to a corner of the club, he started kissing the girl's neck, all while looking at Rays straight in the eyes. So naturally Rays started making out with the guy she was with, her body facing towards Suresh, he could see the way they were kissing and his wild hands on her ass. 

He wished that those were his lips, his hands. He parted away from the brunette to go to the bar, technically losing the teasing game but confident that he would be winning something else tonight.

When Rays stopped kissing the redhead she no longer saw Suresh. She cursed to herself thinking that he had taken the game to another level with the brunette and her plan had backfired on her. But after doing a quick scan of the club she spotted him, alone at the bar, staring at her with a cocky grin. She excused herself to go get a drink and made her way to Suresh. 

“Having fun out there” he said to her when she finally arrived at the bar. 

“I am” she answered “You?”

“I am, but not as much as we could have together,” he said confidently while sipping his drink. She gave him a flirty smile while getting closer to him, so close that he could smell the coconut shampoo of her hair and the sweet perfume on her skin. 

“What makes you think I could have more fun with you tonight?” She whispered in his ear, making him shiver. 

“I have a couple of ideas” He whispered back to her, she bit her lip and stroked his arm. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” She asked him, and as quickly as they could they were walking out of the club together towards his car. 

That night in September started them into this dangerous game of being friends with benefits. With time the nights together started to become days and mornings waking up in each other's arms. That translated into getting coffee before work together and fancy dinner dates. 

By the beginning of October, the lines of their relationship started to get blurry, she had a key to his place, and he had a drawer in hers. 

By the middle of October, they realized they were kind of more that fuck buddies and decided to give it a go at a relationship. 

And even though she was his first proper girlfriend Suresh was a great boyfriend to Rays. He was spontaneous, adventurous, loving, and caring. He showed her a word she didn't know. Growing up with a single mother, Rays had barely gotten out of Edinburgh, but she had a bucket list of places she wanted to visit, and Suresh made it his mission to show them to her, to make sure they visit all those places together. 

She was everything he didn't know he needed, his sunshine, he wanted her to be happy and always feel loved and protected by him because he did, he loved her with everything in him. He loved her, his family loved her, even the cat who hated everyone loved her. 

She was it for him. 

He was everything she ever dreamed, everything she wanted. She loved him, her family loved him because they saw how happy he made her all the time. 

He was it for her. 

Summer 2022

Rays remembers everything from the beginning of their relationship. She remembered how he made her feel, all the love she felt for him, and how loved he made her feel all the time. 

But that was a long time ago. 

Now looking at him she could only feel hate and hurt.

She remembered all the tears, the therapy sessions, the sleepless nights, and how broken she felt when she found out he cheated on her. How her world fell apart, and how stupid she felt for buying that ring the same day he decided to throw their relationship away. 

However, looking at him again after all this time and under the hate and the hurt she was feeling, she knew that she never stopped loving him. And at that moment Rays realized that a part of her would always love Suresh.  

This was going to be one heck of a summer.

#litg suresh #litg s5 #litg ex in the villa #love island the game #litg #suresh x mc #I hope someone read this jaja

[tammyisobsessedwith]

My LITG Fanfic

Just a place to gather around all the fics I've written for LITG. Sadly, I don't think I'll be updating the ones in progress in the foreseeable future, but I also can never make myself delete anything, so it's just saved as it is.

A Real Relationship. In Progress, 7/?. Past MC/Rahim, MC/Lucas, eventual MC/Bobby.

2nd person narrative on what happens after MC comes back from Casa Amor and finds out Rahim recoupled with Shannon.

Meet Me in the Afterglow. Oneshot, complete. MC/Will. NSFW

A rewrite of the fight/makeup scene after the Dylan storm hits the Villa, featuring bff Angie, Will and the MC.

Secret Moments in a Crowded Room. Oneshot, complete. Noah/MC.

A rewrite of the sexy dance-off Hearts Racing challenge in which Noah can no longer hide his feelings for MC.

Written as prompt for the LITG Writers Room, originally posted here.

Let It Grow. In Progress, 2/?. Past MC/Kobi, MC/Hazeem.

Bombshell Lily chooses to recouple with Hazeem in a friendship couple after Kobi decides to get back together with Lexi.

Panic at the Mansion. Oneshot, complete. Bobby/MC.

How would Bobby react if his claustrophobic wife got trapped in the attic during the Escape Room part of Chelsea's Murder Mystery dinner? Spoiler: not that well.

Originally posted for the LITG Writers Room monthly spotlight on Bobby.

Stuck. Oneshot, complete. Bobby-centric.

At his friends’ wedding, Bobby gets a little drunk and a little introspective, feeling somewhat stuck back in time.

Full Circle. Oneshot, complete. Bobby/Priya. NSFW

Sequel to Stuck.

Her Story (Don't Blame Me). Oneshot, complete. Blake/Lucas.

It's day 1 of Casa Amor. Blake hits the Villa and she's not holding back.

A Friendship Thing. Oneshot, complete. Emily/Bobby.

It's been years since Love Island ended, and Emily has long since moved on (or tried to). Then an opportunity and an old face make their way into her life unexpectedly.

The One. Oneshot, complete. MC/Tim.

After moving on with life post-Villa, the night of the Christmas reunion rears around, and Anna is going through it at the thought of returning to that world.

Jealous. Oneshot, complete. MC/Dana.

After a whole day of handling everyone's feelings and reactions, Luma and Dana decide to come clean about their own feelings.

Darling, You're the One I Want. Oneshot, complete. MC/Gary. NSFW

Gary and his girlfriend spend a lazy Sunday morning together, with some hot and surprising gestures along the way.

One in a Million. Oneshot, complete. Bruno/MC, Youcef/MC.

Best friends Bruno and Youcef meet up only to discover the girls they're seeing have a lot of suspicious things in common...

The Only One. Oneshot, complete. MC/Jake.

Laura's life is absolutely perfect. She's got great friends and tremendous satisfaction from her work as an event planner. But what happens when her latest client forces her to face the ex-boyfriend she could never quite get out of her head?

Lay Your Heart on the Line. Oneshot, complete. MC/Suresh.

Detective Bethany Owens has a great working relationship with one of the Assistant District Attorneys, but could this relationship ever cross the boundaries of strictly professional into more personal, intimate territory?

Love Island, Actually. In Progress, 10/?. Collab, Multiple pairings. NSFW

The LITG cast set in a Love, Actually fic. Five stories, featuring five MCs, all about love, centred around Christmas. Meet the Bride, the Mistress, the Runaway, the Maid of Honour, and the Divorcée.

#litg #love island the game #litg fanfic #tammy writes stuff #navigation #tammy litg fanfic

[mrsbsmooth]

GAHHH okay so a million bajillion people have tagged me so I don’t know if I’ve remembered everyone, but thank you so much to @auds-and-evens, @eskiix, @sparxaf, @beesandfigsblog, @pus-things, and @alsworld-litg plus anyone else who tagged me that I’ve missed!

I wasn’t sure if I should post this as it’s reasonably personal but I feel like enough people know that it will probably make more sense than me just going M.I.A. for ages. So without further ado:

Joy List

🤍 I’m having my first baby this week.

That’s my number one and most important joy. She’s due on Saturday the 10th, but if she doesn’t come on her own she’ll be getting dragged out against her will on Wednesday the 14th 😂

I am so grateful for the girls in the Writers Room and the FanFic Writers discords, who have been not only loyal and true friends for over a year, but also mentors and cheerleaders throughout this whole process. The people in this fandom aren’t just talented, they’re wonderful, kind, and so empathetic, it sucks SO HARD that they live all over the world and we can’t just go buy our own villa and write in it.

I have no idea what having a baby is like so I have no idea how much I’ll be able to write or be online, hence why I’ve been frantically pumping out as much Lewie content as I could before she arrives 😂😂 but we’ll see how we go. Fingers crossed for a well behaved baby who understands that I have OTHER PRIORITIES (LITG) /j

#joy list #MrsBSmooth #pregnancy #childbirth

[mercedesdecorazon]

The Problem with Leaving out Ethnicities of POC characters in LITG

That's a long title but I do want to share my thoughts because this had been bugging me for a while. I had spoken to @oceanatydes because they brought up the topic first and pointed out the fact that while white characters got confirmed ethnicities (Irish, British), none of the POC characters got any ethnicity at all, just 'mixed-race.' That's a problem - a problem that has existed for all five seasons in terms of the poc characters in the LITG universe.

I remember months ago in reddit, someone asked what was Lucas's ethnicity and literally all of us Lucas stans were confused because we didn't know. Some of us made headcanons about him being Korean, Singaporean and even mixed-raced. The only hint of his ethnicity was his last name Koh which has Chinese and Korean origins, but Lucas's ethnicity was never confirmed as far as I know.

This is a problem because it reinforces the belief that all POC are the same, when we're not. African Americans are different from Afro-Trinidadians, Chinese people are different from Filipinos, Sri Lankans are different from Indians etc. We all have different cultures and beliefs. We are not the same.

Fusebox clearly needs more non-white writers in their writers' room because most of the poc characters are written poorly and are not given the care and the consideration that their white counterparts are getting.

#litg #litg season 5 #litg 2 #litg eitv #I had to say it. #clearing out my drafts #mercedes thoughts #litg lucas

[litgreadersroom]

Welcome to the LITG Reader's Room! This page was created as a resource for you, the readers of fanfiction based on Love Island: The Game.

Our goal is to regularly feature various fics, both old and new. With hundreds of fics published on AO3, we know it can be overwhelming to figure out where to start or to find hidden gems, and we know there are tons of great fics out there that deserve more attention. So we plan to feature an older fic regularly, while reblogging current content!

We also have a masterlist here (in progress, but we've made a great start!), so if you're looking for fics for your specific favourites, check those out! We've done our best to sort them into categories as well, so whether you're looking for villa fics or AUs, you should be able to find something that interests you!

Looking for a recommendation? Does your favourite LI not have a masterlist yet? Is there a specific fic you're trying to find but don't know where to look? Feel free to send us an ask and we'll see what we can do!

And for the writers out there, please tag us when you publish new fics/chapters, and we'll give it a reblog!

#litg fanfiction #litg readers room