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Dylan one shot

A one shot where “Dylan” is an anti-hero and actually gets the girl in the end.

Dallas Holt is down on his luck but when he has the opportunity to enter the Love Island Villa in exchange for $20,000? He’d be stupid not to take it. The only catch? He’s not entering as himself; he’s entering as “Dylan.”

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Dallas couldn’t believe what he’d gotten himself into. Surely money wasn’t worth this, was it? No, no. $20,000 for an acting job was worth it. He had to do it… Not only for himself, but for his family. They needed the money and that’s what he had to tell himself to justify this behavior, to justify his God awful behavior. He was just a horse trainer from fucking Arkansas, it wasn’t like he was actually somebody. He had to do it though, he told himself. He had to pretend to be something he wasn’t to help his family. He wasn’t Dallas Holt anymore… He wasn’t the sweet boy next door that helped out at the soup kitchen on Thanksgiving anymore. No, he wasn’t Dallas; he was Dylan Remington, the 28-year-old professional volleyball player from Swansea, wherever the fuck that was supposed to be. He had one goal and he couldn’t afford to fuck it up: flirt with Alana, the fan-favorite that was currently coupled with this goofy mother fucker named Bruno. Forgive me, Father but I have no choice. Dallas no longer existed after that moment. He had to be Dylan.

He stood in the box, a bit nervous. He’d never even had a speaking part in one of those mandatory elementary school plays. He was never good enough for that, he played a fucking bush once though. How the fuck would he pull this off? At least his ex-girlfriend’s insistence on binging Downton Abbey would come in handy; he did a fucking fantastic British accent now, if it was worth anything. He took a deep breath. He just had to put himself in the role. Isn't that what actors did? What would Dylan do? He would be smiling smugly, he would be talking himself up in his head and thinking these women would be crazy not to want a piece of him. So that’s exactly what he told himself: Become ‘Dylan’, be the Dylan. And that’s how he knew what kind of man Dylan Remington was.

The box flew open, which meant he and the other new Islander would be able to go into the Villa. He scanned the small crowd and spotted Alana, his target. He felt bad for a moment, she seemed happy with her partner, Bruno. But he had to, he told himself, he had to do it for his sister, for his parents. This girl would just be collateral damage and while it was too damn bad, his heart was in the right place for his family. Ready, set, action.

Dallas hopped down from the box and grinned. “Hold up, ladies,” he said, “you’ve not met me yet.” He stretched his body back, grabbing at the back of his neck with one hand. “And that would be a crime, surely.” God, I sound like such a fucking tool.

“Hmm, maybe I made a mistake…” An Islander commented. Dallas knew that was Youcef, a fucking idiot of a man. He’d watched him gawk at Alana the last few episodes, but he didn’t have the damn balls to say anything to her. Moron, just fucking tell her, man.

But still, Dallas watched Alana, knowing it would be difficult to get her to go for him over Bruno. He almost wouldn’t mind if she didn’t. He’d only been sent in there to make drama, to make waves. If she didn’t go for him, it would be fine. He only wanted his damn money so he could help his family. He watched Alana shoot Bruno a smile and he almost felt thankful. Almost. He still had to shake things up though if he wanted to see those zeros in his bank account.

“Alright, lads and ladies,” Dallas said, “as much as I’m enjoying this attention, I’ve been packed in that box for too long. How about we take this somewhere a little more interesting?” He knew he needed to put the attention back on himself. How else would he get Alana’s attention? As sleazy as it felt, as awful as his actions were, he knew he needed to plant doubt in her mind. It wasn’t like she’d actually go off and marry one of these guys afterwards, right? His family needed him: his younger sister’s medical bills, the mortgage payments that had gone unpaid. It would be fine.

Bruno pumped his fist in the air. “Yeah! Let’s go to the pool! I need to cool off.”

“I’ve heard I’ve had that effect on people,” Dallas said. He winked at Alana, who seemed to be caught off guard. I’m sorry, Alana but I have no choice here. He followed the other islanders to the pool, where he knew it would be critical to talk to Alana.

He followed the other Islanders to the pool and paused in front of a lounger. “Ladies first.” He pointed to one of the chairs and smiled at Alana. Fuck, remember you’re not yourself, Dallas. You’re ‘the Dylan.’

“Chivalry’s overrated,” Alana replied. She really was a gorgeous girl, he wished he wasn’t having to intentionally fuck her over just for a payday. Her long auburn hair was completely straight and she had golden eyes that would be so fucking easy to get lost in. Not to mention her lips? God, those lips. For those lips to even utter his name, his actual name… But no, he couldn’t let himself think this way. Eye on the prize, Dylan Remington.

“Just being polite, sweetheart,” Dallas answered. He cringed at the nickname. It sounded like something a fuckboy would say. This wasn’t him, but it had to be.

“I’m into guys who are polite,” Valentina announced. “Considering some of the rude ones I bump into on a night out!” She wasn’t his target, he reminded himself.

Bring attention back to you. “If I’d been in the Villa as long as you lot, I’d spend all my time in the pool. I love swimming.” He didn’t even understand how these people were buying into his accent. He thought it was good, but he was dead fucking wrong. Not compared to their real accents. He decided there would be no alcohol for him, not unless he wanted to oust himself as the Arkansas hillbilly he truly was.

“Oh, I’ve got a text,” Alana said nonchalantly. She cleared her throat and waited a moment before reading it off. Islanders, the public has voted for one girl to go on a date with the new boys. That girl is Alana. Guess it’s Dylan’s time to shine.

***

Dallas leaned against a tree and tapped his foot nervously on the ground. It’s fine, you’re fine. Calm down. Think about the $20,000. Think about your sister, think about mom. He still felt terrible though. This girl was just the victim, they just wanted to add drama to the favorite couple. Was he really able to do this? Could he actually get between them purposefully? Maybe he could if he had another motive, like maybe something that could help. He did think that while Alana really liked Bruno, maybe there was someone else, someone better suited for her. That’s it, he thought, he’d play cupid. She would be with someone who made her happier than Bruno did, and he would be $20,000 richer. It was a win-win, right? Now he just had to turn her off to Bruno.

He noticed Alana approaching in the corner of his eye. She was wearing a new bikini, one that she hadn’t been in before the date. Surely, she could not have meant it for him, he thought. The hot pink strappy suit hugged perfectly but he couldn’t let himself think about that. At least not for too long. “Hey,” she said emotionlessly. No, she definitely did not change for him.

“Hey,” Dallas answered. Okay come on, what would Dylan do? Turn on the charm, she clearly fucking hates Dylan. “Happy you made it, gorgeous. Thought I’d have to come in and sweep you off your feet.” I can’t blame her. I fucking hate this guy too. “White horse and all.” He gave her a wink to finish it off, swallowing the nauseating feeling he had welling in his stomach.

“Why a white horse?” she asked. She stayed back, a little too far back but he drew the line at being disrespectful of space; there was no way he was going to force himself onto her, no way would he dare to take a step closer if she didn’t want him to.

“Prince Charming always has a white horse,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “I might hurl.”

Yeah, you and me both, Alana. “Mind the shoes.” He had to think quickly. It was almost scary how fast he was able to come back with something. “They are very expensive.”

She didn’t seem enthused by his comment. Funny… The French model guy acts similar but you seem to be staring at him any chance you get, Alana. “Ready to start the tree walk?” She did not want to be there with him. “Eager, aren’t we?” I hate this guy. “I like it. Let’s go.”

He led her to a path that was suspended over the foliage. He wondered if he should say something about the heat. Would they say it was hot? It didn’t feel that bad… But then again, where he was from, this would have been considered Spring temperature. He shook it off, thinking he should probably keep small talk to a minimum. He should say something that puts her off a bit more, maybe? “Scared of heights?” he asked. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

She glanced up at him and smirked. “Are you sure it’s not you that’s afraid, Dylan?”

“Nah,” he laughed. “Heights are afraid of me.” Whoa, back up. You’re not Dallas, don’t laugh like that. Don’t laugh whole-heartedly and stop fucking gawking at her!

“Are you the big, bad wolf? Ready to blow the trees down?” she giggled in return. Oh God, that giggle. Was it possible for anything to sound as beautiful?

He cleared his throat and smirked. “You know it.” He lifted his arm and flexed his bicep a few times. He noticed her smile fall as she looked ahead, avoiding his eyes again. Yeah, she hates him again now. “These muscles are not just for show.” I might use them to throw myself over this fucking bridge. Good God, I sound like Frankie back home. Frankie Jackson was the town fuck-up. Dallas hated the guy but at least Frankie’s consistent dick-ish behavior made it easy for him to think of the next thing to say, the next thing that would float out of his mouth with a slimy undertone.

“Oh yeah?” She had an uninterested and flat tone of voice. “What are they for?”

“They can do a lot more than flex, I’ll tell you that.” I wonder if it’s too late for me to tell her my real name and laugh this off. No, he told himself, don’t do that to yourself. “My muscle gains are only to protect those who need protecting.” This sounds so fucking misogynistic. “And I want to protect you, Alana.”

She didn’t look at him. “What do I need ‘protecting’ from?” Me. The producers…

Dallas softened his gaze. The curves of his lips twisted downwards and it was the first time he’d felt truly genuine all day. “I’ll–” he paused, “I’ll tell you further along the date, okay? Now is not the right time.” I have to plant doubt about Bruno. She’s better suited with Youcef or Tom anyway, right? Like, this is helping her, right? We’ll both win in the end…

She looked up at him completely puzzled. “Um, okay, Dylan.” She looked back in front of her. “So, what do you do for fun? On your time off?”

Go on long trail rides, catch game with my buddies at the local bar, feel stupid for going on this show and pretend to be someone I’m not. “I’m a gym rat,” he said. At least something that wasn’t a complete lie… Although, he did spend more time working out outside with horses rather than indoors on the treadmill. “I’m there nearly always on my time off. What about you, Alana? Do you enjoy the gym?”

“Yeah, I do,” she replied. “You can’t out bench me.” He could see the mischievous smile on her face and oh how much he wished he could just be him with her.

“I bet I could!” He laughed, a little too hard. A little too Dallas. Dammit, Dallas. Stop. You’re not here to win her heart. Fix it. “I’m sure we can find ways to get sweaty together…” Oh God, I don’t know if that fixed it or made it a thousand times fucking worse.

Alana chewed softly on her bottom lip, but in a way that made him think she was trying to keep herself from speaking and saying something. “We should keep walking. I think there’s a fantastic view at the top.”

“A view better than you, Alana? I don’t believe it.” There I go again. Fuck. That sounded too genuine. That sounded too ‘me.’

She grinned from ear to ear and her gorgeous hazel eyes met with his baby blues. “Well, let’s get going.” Those eyes are going to melt my heart. I’m so fucked. “I’d like to ask you a question. Why did you want to go on a date with me?”

He wanted to be himself for a moment, even if only for a second. Just to let her see that he was human, even if only for a second. “Because it’s you, Alana.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

“True, but I can’t just say you’re hot, can I?”

She moved her head from side to side. “I guess not.”

They got to the top and sat down in the grass, which was a bit thinner than he was used to back home. Alana sighed as she stared out at the horizon, but Dallas couldn’t help himself: why look out at the view when the best one was truly in front of him? But still, he knew he would never have her and he knew he’d never have a chance. “I need to talk to you about something.” It was then or it was never. Dallas had to do what he said he was going to do, what he promised the producers. “I’ve been watching you for a while on the telly and… I know you’re right for me. I can see us really winning this thing. And being together for the long haul. You really are the only girl on my mind.” He grabbed the back of his neck and rubbed at it. Please don’t buy anything I’m selling you, Alana. He took a deep breath as he remembered the words the producers wanted him to use. “It doesn’t help that I’m nervous about… telling you something. I really don't know how to say it. It’s been racing in my head since I came in here.”

“Let me save you the trouble.” She snapped her neck and sent him a withering look with narrowed eyes and her nostrils flaring. Jesus, she’s even beautiful when she’s angry. “I’m not interested.”

He sighed. “Sorry, I have to be honest with you. I’m that kind of guy.” He could still stop this. He could tell her exactly what was going on… But that wouldn’t help his family, would it? He felt a heaviness inside him, his heart falling quickly to the pit of his stomach. “One advantage about coming in late is that I got to see some things on the telly. And… I got to see Bruno and Valentina getting very cozy. Sharing secret jokes, longing looks, face touching… All behind your back.”

Alana’s lips parted and the skin between her brows wrinkled. “I don’t believe you.” She shook her head. “Bruno would never do that to me, we’re strong.” There is someone better suited, you’re just blind, Alana.

“I’ve got no reason to lie to you, honest. I know you might not pick up on it… They’re spending a lot of time together when Bruno isn’t with you.” He couldn’t even look her in the eye, he focused his glare on something just behind her, hoping she wouldn’t notice. “I think they might have kissed. Didn’t see it though, hopped on a plane before it happened. It’s just you can’t be that cozy with someone and not have a spark with them. And the way they gaze at each other…”

She stayed quiet but he could tell it was only because she seemed shocked. He was awful. You’re a terrible human being, Dylan Remington. But Dallas Holt? You’re worse. Because you fucking know better, dammit. “Knew you’d get hurt. This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I’m just really worried about you. They are pieing you off, Alana. It’s not right to treat someone like that. Especially not someone as beautiful as you.”

The rest of the date was a daze. Poor Alana looked like she wanted to cry and thankfully, she rejected his advances to kiss her. He didn’t want to kiss her when she was like that anyway. If he was going to kiss her, he wanted it to be as Dallas not as Dylan fucking Remington.

***

As if by some terrible act of coincidence, Bruno and Valentina had been hanging out on the sofa in the living room as soon as Alana walked in with Dallas. He tried to lay it on thick because at this point, he almost wanted her to absolutely despise him so it made it easier for him to play tricks on her. He had good intentions with his family… But looking at her quivering lip? Her glossed over eyes? He sure as hell didn’t feel like a hero. The dressing room was a nightmare, too. The producers insisted on specific products for him to use as ‘Dylan’ and the aftershave? The cologne? Putrid smelling. Disgusting. Even the fucking stables back home smell better than this.

He listened in on the conversation Alana was having with Bruno and Valentina. She believed him. Oh no, she believed Dylan?! Bruno told Alana he needed space, that he wanted her to sleep on the daybeds. What the fuck? So much for chivalry, guess it really is dead. He couldn’t even understand what he was hearing. How could the two of them be this rocky? They seemed so solid but all it took was for Dallas to plant small mounds of doubt in her head? And it all just… toppled over? Maybe he was right, maybe there was someone better suited for her. But he wouldn’t be able to help much with that… He was more than sure that neither Tom nor Youcef would bother hearing him out, even if he begged them to. He just had to hope that they figured it out on their own.

Dallas watched Alana trudge over to the daybeds, still in her outfit from the party. He couldn’t imagine the pleather black dress would give her much comfort, but after the day she’d had? She clearly didn’t care. All this for a measly $20,000? He was the worst person on Earth. But he couldn’t stop there, could he? He had to see it through. One of them may as well get what they came for, right?

He followed her own and leaned against the bedpost at the foot of the bed. She gasped but groaned loudly when she noticed who the silhouette belonged to. “Don’t worry. Only me.” She rolled her eyes and let her head land back onto the pillow. “I wanted to see if you were okay?”

“No and it’s no thanks to you,” she growled in return, “so thanks a lot, Dylan.” It really is all my fault, isn’t it? And it’s not Dylan’s… It’s mine…

“I’m sorry if it seems like I was trying to cause trouble tonight,” he explained. Again, he wouldn’t get closer, not without her permission. “Valentina asked me how the date went, and I couldn’t stop myself from gushing… I’m really into you, and I think I might have accidentally implied you were into me.” She ignored him. Valid response… “I’m going to the kitchen for some water. We could continue this conversation there… If you want?”

“Dylan, I’m going to sleep. Please stop bothering me.” Dallas just nodded. For once, for the first time since he’d met her, he would respect her feelings.

***

It had been a few weeks since the incident at the Love Island Villa. He left, of course, empty handed except for the money that had been deposited straight into his bank account. He caught up on his mom’s mortgage payments, he helped his sister with her medical bills, he even donated the rest of it to a homeless shelter in Little Rock. He didn’t even want the fucking money, he wanted to be rid of it as soon as he possibly could.

“You’re a good man, Dallas,” his mom, Clara said as she tugged on his arm. She lifted herself to her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on his cheek then patted his arm. “Are you ever going to tell me how you got this money though, son?”

He sighed. “I don’t even want to think about how I got this money, mom. I’d rather keep this to myself, now and forever, alright?” She just nodded before heading back to the kitchen. Business had been slow and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he still checked updates on the other Islanders. God, they hated him. And could he blame them? Well, they hated Dylan. They didn’t know Dallas but was he really that much better? Sure, he saved his family’s ass, he gave back to the community but at what cost? What was the price? Was it worth it?

The doorbell rang. “Dallas, get the door, honey!”

He had been trying so hard to stay indoors, to keep himself from interacting with others ever since the Villa. No better time to start than the present, he figured. He hit his hands onto his thighs to help himself up off the couch and shuffled over to the door. He whipped it open quickly. “Hey there, how can I–” Then he froze. No. No way.

“Long time no see,” Alana said with her arms crossed. “Funny, I remember you having a different accent. Care to explain it?”

He looked over his shoulder then looked back down at Alana. How had she managed to look more beautiful now than she did before? He stepped outside. “Ma! I’m heading out! I’ll see you later!” He shut the door quietly and carefully behind him.

“You live with your mom ‘Dylan’?” She rolled her eyes. She didn’t even move out of the way, he just had to figure out how to squeeze past her. “If that is even your real name.”

“It’s not,” he said, shaking his head furiously. “What are you doing here? How’d you know where to find me?”

She huffed. “I think I should be the one asking you the questions, don’t you think? You at least owe me that.”

She was right. He did. “That’s… That’s fair. Yes. I can do that. Uh, but not here, okay? Come on, my truck’s out front. I’ll take you somewhere we can talk and I’ll tell you the answers to any and all questions you have.”

***

He walked into his office at the stables he worked at. He lifted his arm. “Well, come on in, Alana.”

She moved past him without even a glance. “So,” she said as she sat down on a small, dusty couch in the corner of the room, “your name is really Dallas Holt, right?”

“How did you–”

“I’m asking the questions, remember? Is that or is that not your real name?” I kind of like this bossy side of her.

“That is my real name, yes.” He walked around his desk and grabbed his office chair. He started to push it closer to the couch, just so they could talk a bit easier. And then they wouldn’t have to yell across the room. But again, as always, he kept his respectable distance. “Dallas Holt, born and bred from Arkansas. I’m a horse trainer. I was a professional bull rider but, you know, life gets in the way sometimes.”

She nodded. “I’ll level with you. One of my mates got a job working for the show and…” She glanced down at her hands, wrapping her fingers together in a nervous manner. “And they found out what happened with you. Like how you were paid to come in and mess with things.”

He frowned. God, he was really, really the worst person ever. “I’m really sorry, Alana. I don’t have a great excuse for what I did at the end of the day… My younger sister, she’s 17-years-old and she got into a bad wreck so my mom had a hard time keeping up with those bills and her mortgage. I only did the show to help them.”

“You flew all the way to Spain,” she said, “to get money to help your mom pay for her house? And to help your sister?”

“I didn’t even keep the rest. I helped her catch up, paid the hospital bills then… Then I donated the rest.” He leaned back in his chair and ran both hands through his hair. “I really regret it but I wasn’t allowed to contact any of y’all as me, as Dallas. It was against the contract I signed.” He swallowed. He never thought this fucking day would come. The day where he had to own up to his mistakes to her face? “I’m really sorry. I don’t have anything else to offer but if there’s anything I can do… Please tell me.”

“I thought, you know, maybe something good had come out of it because Bruno and I saw we weren’t well suited and Youcef was just…” She sighed happily. “He was so sweet. I thought maybe that was why all of that had to happen but my God, we argued so much outside the Villa.” She started to laugh. “Do you realize how many different types of moisturizers there are?”

He looked around the office. “Uh, Alana, I work in a barn. My nails are permanently dirt ridden and my hands have calluses not even a puma stone could erase,” he said, “so no, I definitely do not know how many different types of moisturizers there are but I have a feeling that Youcef told you.”

“About six too many,” she answered with a giggle. “I wanted to be angry when I got here but… I asked around your town about you, trying to find out where you might be and no one had anything bad to say about you. Just how nice you are and how selfless you’ve always been… How much your mom and sister mean to you... It’s funny. It would have been easier had you been terrible but it turns out… You were doing the right thing, just going the wrong way about it.”

Dallas shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, I could call up my ex,” he said, “I’m sure she’ll tell you all about how I leave the toilet seat up and never clean up after myself. Would that help?”

“It might.”

“I am sorry. Wish I could go back and undo it all.”

Alana’s eyes widened. “No! I’d still be dating Bruno and I don’t know if that’s really much better than Youcef.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Alana.” He waved his hand with a smile. “Someone out there is better suited for you.”

“I wish you had been yourself in the Villa, Dallas.” She leaned forward, but they were still a long way apart.

“Sometimes I wish I had been, too but what’s done is done, innit?”

She looked down at the couch, a large empty space next to her. “You know,” she said as she looked back at him, “it’s nice to meet you, Dallas. Maybe you could sit here with me and we could talk so I could get to know you better. The real you.”

He was shocked, he was floored. Was she really asking him to sit next to her? After what he’d done? Was she really willing to forgive him that quickly? Her eyes crinkled, as if she was finally seeing him for the first time. He stood up and grinned. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Alana. I’d love for you to get to know me better. The real me.” Maybe there was someone better suited, he thought, but maybe, just maybe, that person was him.

#litg season 4 #litg bombshell #litg Dylan #litg one shot #litg ff #litg fanfic #my attempt at making Dylan an anti-hero #he had good intentions!

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azizemsin · 9 months

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Ozzy x Oc (Love Island: Double Trouble) One Shot <3

— Romantic reunion after Casa Amor. (aka how I imagined it to be)

🩷 song: august by taylor swift

Jennifers heart pounded with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She had missed Ozzy dearly during their time apart, her thoughts consumed by memories of stolen kisses and shared laughter. As the reunion party began, Jen couldn't help but scan the crowd, searching for that familiar face.

And then, she saw him. Ozzy stood at a distance, looking slightly unsure, but his eyes lit up with joy and an astonished expression went over his face as he locked gazes with Jennifer. Time seemed to stand still as he made his way towards her, oblivious to the noise and the curious gazes of the other islanders. Jen walked towards him also.

When they finally reached each other, Jennifer could no longer hold back her emotions. She pulled Ozzy into an everlasting tight embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. A soft sigh escaped her beautiful lips, and she whispered, "I missed you so, so much, Ozzy."

Ozzy held her tightly, burying his face in her long, soft hair, inhaling her scent. She smelled like the sun, a warm summer beach day, just the sun went down and there was this windy breeze and such an indefinable feeling went over his whole body that frightened him, because he felt himself get lost in Jens arms. "I missed you too, more than words can express," he replied, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Casa Amor made me realize how much you mean to me. I wish…I wish I would‘ve walked out with you, but I was such a coward. When I thoughtI had to show respect and loyalty to Grace, I lost myself within what I actually wanted. What I needed. Who I had to give the same respect to. "

Jennifer pulled away slightly, her eyes searching Ozzy's for any signs of doubt. "Do you really mean that?" she asked, her voice laced with vulnerability.

Ozzy cupped her face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "I mean every word, Love. Being apart from you made me realize that my heart arches for you, and I can‘t imagine being here without you anymore. I want you to be with me. I want you mine." He came closer to her face, his lips almost touching her lips. His hot breath touching hers.

A surge of overwhelming joy washed over Jen. Tears welled up in her eyes as both of them leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, all doubts and insecurities vanished, replaced by an unshakable belief in him.

They spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other's arms, sharing stories and catching up on all they had missed. Laughter mingled with whispers of affection as they strolled along the moonlit beach, their fingers intertwined.

As the night deepened, they found themselves in a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. The soft sound of waves crashing against the shore provided the soundtrack to their intimate conversation. With a shy smile, Ozzy confessed, "I've never felt this way before. This feeling, it‘s becoming stronger by the second and I fear, when I let myself fully go, I will never be able to stop this."

Jennifers heart swelled with adoration, her brown eyes sparkling with love. "I feel the same way. Our stolen moments, being with you has brought me more happiness than I ever thought I deserved. I'm so grateful to be here with you."

The moon cast a gentle glow on their faces as they moved closer, their lips meeting once again in a lingering, passionate kiss. They reveled in the warmth of each other's embrace, their bodies entwined as this fresh couple reached new heights.

Underneath the starlit sky, Ozzy and Jen shared a night of romance and intimacy, their connection deepening with every touch and every whispered declaration of their feelings for each other. The world seemed to fade away as they surrendered to the depth of their feelings, a promise of forever woven into every stolen glance and every caress.

As the night wore on, they found themselves lying side by side on a blanket, their fingers gently tracing patterns on each other's skin. The air was filled with a sense of tranquility, as if the world had paused just for them.

Ozzy turned to the woman beside him, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. Feeling so stunned, that someone like her would choose him, out of all people. "Love, there's something else I want to share with you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate silver necklace.

"While you girls where in Casa, we had a city stroll challenge. I found this one in a local jewelry store and immediately thought of you," Ozzy said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I knew it would be close to impossible of me ever giving it to you, especially after I didn‘t walk out with you, but I thought I could cherish the remembrance of you through it. But now, you deserve it. I hope you don‘t mind this and don’t think it‘s too much" He seemed a bit shy, almost unsure.

Jens eyes watered up as she accepted the necklace, her heart overflowing with so many emotions. She drew closer to him and turned him her back. Ozzy caressed her hair out of the way and clasped the piece around her neck. Jen felt the weight of his devotion resting against her tanned skin.

"Thank you, Ozzy," she whispered ever so softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "It is stunning."

Ozzy brushed a gentle kiss against Jens shoulder, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You deserve every bit of my devotion and happiness, Love" he murmured, his breath mingling with the cool night air. "You look absolutely beautiful."

With those heartfelt words, their connection deepened, their souls intertwining as they embraced the magic of the night. They shared whispered secrets and dreams, their laughter blending with the distant sound of crashing waves. In each other's arms, they found solace and a sense of belonging.

#litg ozzy #litg oc #litg mc #litg s6 #litg double trouble #love island the game #one shot #romantic #reunion #casa amor #hope you enjoy #fanfic #ozzy x mc #x oc

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crimswnred · 2 months

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honestly if you have any ideas for a Jin fic but no will to write it pls drop it on my inbox or send an ask to @litgwritersroom. I'll be taking requests for him just because I need MORE

#specially one shots #ive been thinking about taking requests for a while now #so #yeah!#litg #litg s8 #litg jin #litg tempting fate #if this dont result on anything ill delete it 🙏

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justtuesdays · 5 months

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my ao3 wrapped 2023

it’s that time of the year again. i had nothing better to do and made a few edits. thanks to the crew for nodding along to my shenanigans. if ya’ll want to have a go feel free to use the template.

tagging: @rebelrayne @whatisreggieshortfor @sunshinejihyun @perfectlysunny02 @csmicletters @ariendiel @beesandfigsart @lucas-koh

#litg #love island the game #litgs2 #litgs1 #spotify wrapped happened wednesday #took me a moment to make #i didn’t write a lot #on ao3 but tumblr hosts #my fics too #fic: ok roomie #fic: it's the little things #fic: recipe for two #one-shot: black canary #fic: villarosa #what do you mean Villarosa doesn’t exist #😈😈😈

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krislizz · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Beautiful

ao3 link: here

It’s Belle’s birthday and Suresh wants to make sure she starts the day off right.

Pre-villa one-shot in which I expanded on a flashback from my villa fic, Written in the Stars.

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Belle tossed and turned as the sunlight beamed in through the windows of her apartment and the warm summer air breezed her body. Her head was pounding from the night before, the thought of getting out of bed enough to make her nauseous. Begging for more sleep, she threw the blanket over her head and shut her eyes, but she was abruptly awoken when she heard the door to her bedroom creak open. She peeked through the blanket and saw him, standing there with a warm smile on his face, holding a tray with all of her favorites. A stack of chocolate chip pancakes with bananas on top and just the right amount of syrup. A bowl of her favorite fruits; strawberries, mangoes, and pineapple. A mug filled with what she presumed was green tea, her favorite drink in the morning. A tall glass of champagne topped with orange juice. And a vase filled with red roses, her favorite flower. A smile grew on her tired face as she felt her hangover disappear, and her heart felt warm with love as she admired the man in front of her.

“Resh…”

She hurriedly began to get out of bed to show her appreciation for his beautiful gesture, but he quickly stopped her.

“Shh. Stay in bed, don’t get up.”

He approached the bed and placed the tray down in front of her, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her soft lips.

“Happy birthday, beautiful.”

She felt her whole body relax and her heart grew warm as she realized how much she truly loved him. As he sat down next to her, she reached for the mimosa he had prepared for her and took a sip. Feeling his eyes locked onto her, she turned to face him and was met with complete adoration in his eyes. Holding each other’s gaze, his soft expression soon turned into a hungry stare, and his eyes darkened.

“Have I ever told you how fucking hot you look in the mornings?” he asked as he swiftly picked up the tray and moved it onto the bedside table, not breaking eye contact for a second.

“Yes, but I still love hearing it,” she responded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Well, I think you deserve an early birthday present.”

He threw the covers off of the bed and positioned his body right over hers, going in for a hungry kiss filled with passion and desperation. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and was soon met with hers, their kiss becoming quicker and more desperate by the minute. He pulled away and quickly pulled her satin tank top over her head, exposing her tender breasts. He looked down over her body with a greedy smoulder, as if admiring what he knew belonged to him.

He went in for another hungry kiss, trailing them down her body. Starting from her soft lips, to her defined jawline, down her neck, spending extra time on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, which he knew would drive her wild. He grabbed her breast with one of his hands, playing with her nipple as he sucked and kissed at her neck. His other hand, which he had around her waist, began to make it’s way lower, his thumb toying with the top of her lace underwear.

In between moans and shaky breaths, she spoke softly, pleadingly.

“Resh… Please… I, I need you…”

He let out a deep groan and trailed kisses up the side of her neck, stopping right before her ear.

“I love when you beg for it,” he growled, before moving his head lower and putting his soft lips all over her breast, sucking at her nipple and flicking it with his tongue. At the same time, he allowed his fingers that had been playing with her underwear to slip underneath the fabric and began touching her where she so desperately needed him, his thumb circling her sensitive clit.

She knew how much he loved to hear her, how much it drove him wild. Not making any attempt to stay quiet, she let out a guttural moan and moved her hands to his head, running her fingers through his thick black hair.

Thumb still tracing circles on her clit, without warning he slammed two fingers deep into her entrance, making her whine with desperation.

“Fuck , you’re so fucking wet for me baby,” he growled, slowly moving his fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. “So wet for me, and it’s all mine,” he said, licking his lips.

He raised his head so he was positioned perfectly above her, removed his fingers, and slammed them back into her, adding a third. The loud moan that wanted so desperately to escape her was caught by Suresh’s lips crashing onto hers, and she groaned into his mouth with agony, causing him to quicken his pace on her clit.

He moved his lips back to her ear, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered softly. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby. Anything you need. I want to make you feel good.”

She swiftly pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his beautifully chiseled chest. Keeping one hand tangled in his hair, she allowed the other to wrap around his body, running her long nails up and down his defined back.

“I need to feel you inside me, baby,” she said, voice shaking with anticipation. “And I want you to fuck me so hard, I can’t walk for days.”

As the last word escaped her mouth, she dug her nails deep into his skin, slowly sliding them down his back, causing him to groan so loud she thought she might come undone right then and there.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he growled, removing his hand from underneath her underwear and tearing them off of her with one swift motion. “I’m gonna make you wish you never said that.”

He got to his knees above her, hurriedly taking off his pants and boxers, exposing his already hard cock. She went to reach for it, desperate to take his length in her hand, but he stopped her, pinning both her hands against the pillow above her head.

“Be patient my love,” he said, devilishly grinning. “Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want.”

In one swift motion, he let go of her hands and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her onto her stomach. She immediately got on her knees, arching her back, ready for him. But instead of feeling his hard length against her like she so desperately needed, she felt his fingers teasing her entrance once again, slipping their way inside with ease. Desperate for more, she pushed her body back against him, and he quickly removed his fingers from her soaking wet pussy. Before she had time to beg for more, she felt a sharp pain as he forcefully slapped her ass, grabbing it so hard after she imagined his knuckles were turning white. She let out a loud, desperate, moan as he lowered his voice into a commanding growl.

“I told you to be a good girl for me, Arabella.”

He took the hand that was gripping her ass and snaked it around her waist, lining his cock up with her sopping wet entrance. He inched the tip in, letting a breathy moan escape him, driving her absolutely wild.

“Please Resh, pl- please baby…”

“Fuck ”

He slammed his entire length into her, causing an almost animalistic groan to escape her. He paused for a minute, allowing her to adjust to his size as he always did. After a moment, keeping his one hand on the back of her waist just above her ass, he reached for her hair with the other, pulling it hard so that her head was yanked back, giving him complete control.

He slammed in and out of her with a steady rhythm, groaning and growling and panting like an animal devouring it’s prey. Overwhelmed with pleasure, no words could escape her, only breathy moans and whimpers, and he gave her praises in between his own moans.

“Fuck baby, you take it so well. You take all of me so well, you little slut. You feel so fucking good, baby.”

He took the one hand that was gripping her waist and moved it up her back, pressing down so that her back was arched so much she thought it might break. Pulling her hair back even harder, he increased his pace and slammed in and out of her harder and harder. Her breath was caught in her throat, only loud and pleading whimpers escaping her as the pressure started to build inside of her.

“I know baby, I know,” he groaned. “If it’s too much for you just give me the signal, okay?”

But stopping was the last thing she wanted to do. He released her hair, her head immediately falling onto the pillow, and delivered another forceful slap to her ass as she buried her face into the satin underneath her and let out a guttural moan.

Slowing down his rhythm, he spanked her again, making her see stars. “Harder,” she managed to say, in between shaky breaths and whimpers. He slapped her one final time, and she was sure that one would leave a bruise. Desperate for more, she pushed her hips back into him, trying to match his pace. He sped up again, obviously getting the message, and bent her back even more to the point where her stomach was nearly touching the sheets beneath her.

The pressure was building more and more with each forceful stroke, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Baby… I- I’m so close… fuck baby I’m really close…”

He growled and took the hand that was gripping her ass and snaked it around to the front of her stomach, getting closer and closer to where she desperately needed to feel him.

“Beg me for it, baby… I- fuck…I need you to beg me to let you cum.”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck, please let me c- cum, baby… please”

“Good girl.”

He lowered his hand and started to quickly trace circles on her clit with his thumb, matching his own rhythm. Before long, the pressure enveloped her and she felt her much awaited release. She writhed and whimpered below him, eyes rolling to the back of her head, and she soon felt his own release inside of her as well. In between his loud groans, he let out a series of curses and praises, her name on his tongue like the most beautiful sound on earth.

“Fuck, Belle, baby, you’re so good for me when you take me like that,” he growled. “You love it when I fill you up, you little slut.”

With a few final strokes they were both out of breath, and at once he let go of her waist, allowing her to collapse onto the bed. He lowered himself on top of her, planting soft kisses up and down her body, holding her so close as if clinging onto the only thing that mattered to him in that moment.

After a few moments he pulled out from her, and he collapsed onto the bed next to her, pulling her in close. She knew how affectionate he was every time after they had sex, holding her tight and making sure she was okay. It was one of her favorite things about him, the way he could be rough and animalistic in bed, and then hold her like a soft, delicate, flower afterwards.

“Baby, that was so fucking good,” she said softly, almost whispering.

“I know,” he responded, still out of breath. “Was it too much for you?”

“It was perfect, baby.”

He held her even tighter, planting soft kisses to her forehead and cheeks, and giving her a passionate, delicate kiss to her soft lips.

“Resh,” she said, caught in a haze, feeling as if she was in a dream she never wanted to wake up from.

“Hm?”

“Promise me you’ll never let go.”

She saw him smile, and he closed his eyes contentedly, holding her tight.

“Promise.”

#litg #litg suresh #litg fanfic #litg season 5 #love island the game #ex in the villa #one shot

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mskinkyafro · 1 year

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Last post for the time being but they really got me tempted to do rewrites of Finn’s entire arc this season bc like I’m sorry they fumbled it in this last one. It was already meh but damn it man, I refuse to take this lying down. I need fluff, I need stakes plus rewards. Conflict and resolution not this bs 😭

I have real scripts I should write but like you know inspo is inspo 😂

#litg finn #LITG s5 #litg ex in the villa #should I write a fanfic series #nah I shouldn’t commit that strong #maybe one shots of Finn and Mc done correctly #we’ll see

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tammyisobsessedwith · 2 years

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Was I naïve to expect some dramatic turnaround when Hazeem came up to congratulate MC and Will on winning the show? Like there would actually be a follow up on the fucking kiss he made such a big deal about during that fight?

Yes, you can bet I was. A girl can always dream and headcanon, right?

#litg #love island the game #love island the game season 4 #litg will #litg hazeem #so much ado about nothing #one last bit of drama and the following resolution would’ve been nice #so glad I exorcised most of that plot line with my fic #I might need to add a follow up one shot with how that scene actually went down #help #I can’t stop the headcanons #that kiss #tammy has opinions

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perfectlysunny02 · 1 year

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Hellow. I just read your Suresh x Harlow one shot, I miss you more than life, Are you going to add on to it?

i have no idea yet tbh :/ i’ve thought about it, but i’ll probably just leave it as a one shot

#sunny’s asks #suresh x harlow #litg fanfic #litg ex in the villa #litg s5 #litg suresh x mc #one shot #maybe add a few chapters later on?

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0shewrites0 · 1 month

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rainbow 🌈

S8 | Jin/MC | 2.700 words | @0shewrites0

for @libelle949 🫶🏼

"and if you’ve never felt your soul being torn apart, you’ve never loved anyone with all your heart."

genre | fluff with a little bit of smut and a dose of hurt/no comfort. a lot of heavy feels and tears. heartbreak.

Read on ao3.

#litg #litg fanfic #litg ff #litg jin #litg s8 #litg tempting fate #litg jin x mc #litg one shot #litg fanfiction #love island the game #I know I should be working on liquid gold but I just had to write this one

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queen-of-boops · 23 days

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Introducing a new LITG fanfic collection!

A bunch of authors challenged ourselves to write smutty one shots with as little plot as possible. And in honor of April Fool's Day, we decided to post some with some of our favorite characters fooling around.

The rules of the challenge:

No naming the LI

Zero/extremely minimal backstory

Lots and lots of smut

Each fic features a different LI, can you guess who they are? Feel free to tell us your guesses in the comment sections!

Check out the One Night Only Collection on ao3.

Currently includes works by @rebelrayne, @longbobmckenzie, @queen-of-boops, @mrsbsmooth (PearlBracelet), @lucas-koh (margotmuses), @countessklair, @thatwheelchairchick, @willkimurashat (dragonfly1302), @operationnope (Lucy_Love), @mnlpine (pine), @sparxaf (christy_sparkle), @oodelally3 with more to come!

special thanks to @rebelrayne for making the cover!

#litg #litg ff #litg fanfic #litg fanfiction #litg fanfics #litg challenge: one night only

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sparxaf · 2 years

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I just DO things.

Kasslix has arrived.

This is a Felix fic. It's angsty. It's affirming. It's about discovering your worth. But it's also about having smutty sex with a complete douchebag.

A03

Wattpad

Oh and again, this is @longbobmckenzie's idea. And thank you to @mrsbsmooth for editing the absolute fuck outta this. And Sam for doing all the things all the time and being amazing.

#kasslix #litg fanfiction #litg fic #litg felix #litg kassam #m/m smut #love island the game s2 #love island the game #love island the game au #angst and smut #learning your worth #sex with a jerk #pablo neruda #liebestraum #litg one shot

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willkimurashat · 12 days

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Serendipity

Just wanted to make the official post/cover thingy for the smut one-shot I wrote for One Night Only LITG challenge💕

Will/MC | 3.4k words | one-shot | explicit

Summary: Two strangers lock eyes, and the rest is history. Some may call it happenstance, but to her - it’s serendipity.

Here’s a link to ao3:)

And here’s a link to the full One Night Only collection:)

#please check out the whole collection- our fandom is SOOO TALENTED #litg #love island the game #litg fanfic #litg fanfiction #litg ff #litg s4 #litg bombshell #litg will #will kimura

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litgreadersroom · 4 months

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How To Use AO3 Tags

Want to find a fic but have no idea how to get started? Are you writing a fic and don't know how to tag it? Don't worry, you aren't alone. Tagging is hard and people don't always follow the same rules. But hopefully this will give you a place to start!

Relationships

Character/MC: romantic or sexual pairing with the fic's main character, may be named or referred to by pronouns or MC

Character/OC or Character/Original Character: romantic or sexual pairing with a named individual created by the author

Character/Character/OC: romantic or sexual relationship containing three individuals all involved with each other (note: this is not the correct tag for a love triangle, in that case, both relationships should be tagged separately)

Character/Reader: romantic or sexual pairing with an unnamed main character (you or Y/N), meant to feel as though the person reading the fic is in the story

Character & MC: platonic or familial relationships with the fic's main character, may be named or unnamed and referred to using pronouns or MC

Character & OC: platonic or familial relationships with a named character created by the author

Character & Reader: platonic or familial pairing with an unnamed main character (you or Y/N), meant to feel as though the person reading the fic is in the story

General: there are either no relationships of note in the fic or the fic does not focus on any relationships

Multi: often used for one-shot series or multiple POVs, should be used when there are 3+ pairings essential to the fic

The big question is always 'how many relationships should I tag in my fic?' Especially in villa fics, there are multiple pairings and the relationship tag can get convoluted. There is no set answer to the question, but the general rule of thumb is that if it's not a key plot point of the fic, don't add it as a relationship tag. In a villa fic, there are going to be multiple relationships, but other than the main pairing, tagging those relationships doesn't add anything. There's nothing more disappointing than looking for a fic for a specific ship only to learn that it's a background pairing you rarely see. This includes one-off sexual relationships and villa couplings that aren't romantic (and if you want to include those, additional tags are your best friend!).

Rating

General: very rare in LITG, but basically, any fic you'd be okay with a child reading

Teen and Up: fluffy, romantic fics with NO smut

Mature: implies the presence of sex or violence without going into detail

Explicit: detailed description of sex or violence

Not Rated: author did not select a rating, could be any of the above ratings

A lot of people get tripped up on the difference between M and E. When it doubt, think about the envelop analogy: a mature fic tells you that the character sent a letter in an envelope. An explicit fic goes into detail about how the character did it including describing putting the letter into the envelope, the taste of it as they licked the seal, etc. These lines can blur when it comes to chaptered fics; some authors may chose to rate a fic as mature but include explicit scenes, so be sure to check the additional tags.

Archive Warnings

Graphic Descriptions of Violence: gory and descriptive violence, it is up to the author as to what exactly falls under this category

Major Character Death: one of the main characters dies, does not have to happen 'on screen' (note: just because this tag isn't there, doesn't mean that there isn't death, just that the author doesn't consider that character to be a major character in the fic)

Rape/Non-con: pretty self-explanatory, does NOT include consensual rape play (although that SHOULD be included in additional tags)

Underage: any sexual activity in which one or both characters are under the age of 18, does not include kissing

Author Chose Not To Use: one of the above warnings might apply, either the author isn't sure if their content qualifies or wants to avoid spoilers, PROCEED WITH CAUTION

No Archive Warnings Apply: none of the archive triggers are included in the fic, does not mean that there are no triggers, but does not have any of the ones listed above

Characters

This is a section for you to include any characters included in the fic. The parties to your pairing should be included here, as well as other characters they interact with. General rule of thumb: if they're just mentioned in passing, you don't have to tag them, but if they have a conversation, it's worth a tag. The big exception to this is villa fics: obviously in a S2 villa fic, every S2 character is going to be mentioned, so you might not need to tag every S2 character unless they contribute to the plot in some way (and there is a tag for 'other love island characters' that exists to capture this). This is entirely up to the author's digression, but as a reader, please remember that just because they're mentioned in the character tags does not mean they are necessarily in a lot of the fic.

Additional Tags

Any tags that don't fit under the other categories. This is where an author can truly tell you what is going to be included in their fic, including any additional triggers that don't fall under the AO3 archive warnings. The nice thing about AO3 tag searches is that it is not exclusive, if you want to filter your search for an alternate universe, AO3 will include all variations of the tag in your search (i.e. AU, alternate universe, and alternate universe-sports AU will all come up on a simple AU search). This is the space to include tropes, triggers, setting, smut/kinks, etc.

Fandom

For the most part, the LITG fandom contains exclusively Love Island The Game-Video game tagged fics. But you will run into the occasional crossover or fusion fic. Crossover fics should be tagged with both fandoms as they contain characters from both. Fusion fics should be tagged with only the LITG tag as they contain exclusively LITG characters in the world of another fandom.

#litg #litg fanfiction #ao3 tagging #fic tagging guide

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