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litgwritersroom · 11 months

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okay hear me out: smut with tom. it’s on the villa near the end and you two go out to the daybeds and we’ll y’know. he’s super nervous and she just kindove has to comfort him the whole time and he keeps asking her if everything he does is okay bc he just wants to please her

EVERYTHING ELSE IS ENTHUSIASM

Tom / MC - 2100+ words - @mrsbsmooth NSFW

“Well… enthusiasm at least...” He swallowed, hard. “That… won't be a problem.”

“Are you sure about this?” Felicity asked, as she watched his hands shaking. Tom nodded, pulling the covers back for her, and she slipped under the blanket beside him.

The daybeds weren’t ideal, but they couldn’t get into the hideaway, she’d already snuck off and tried. Felicity rolled toward him, and he pulled her close. She’d been waiting for weeks, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne already had her pressing herself against him, just about ready to wrap her legs around his waist and fuck him for three days straight.

She pressed her lips to his, hungrily, with only about ten percent of the desperation that she felt between her legs, but there was something still so hesitant in his kiss.

She stopped to take a deep breath.

“Babe,” she whispered. “If you don’t want to, we can wait. I know you said you didn’t want to do bits on TV. We don’t have to change that now.”

“I…” Tom sighed, pulling her closer. “Can I be completely honest with you?”

Felicity nodded. “Always.”

Tom looked into her eyes, his own wide and innocent, as he chewed the inside of his cheek.

“My hesitation wasn’t entirely to do with the fact we’re on TV. It’s… I’m not…,” he cleared his throat, lowering his voice to a little above a whisper. “I'm not terribly experienced. Relationships are new to me. and I'm not... I just worry that...”

He dropped his head to her chest, almost as if he was hiding his face, and Felicity couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Tom tensed, and she stroked his hair, tilting his head back so he’d look at her.

“Babe…. Duh.”

His face fell in confusion, and she shook her head in disbelief. “I figured that out about five seconds after meeting you. And it doesn’t bother me.”

Tom looked up at her with those big, innocent eyes, as if she’d just said something so magical he couldn’t quite believe it.

“It doesn’t?”

“No!” she smiled. “Not at all! If you’re willing to let me lead, I'm happy to take control.”

“Even though I might be awkward?”

She kissed him gently, calming herself, and nodded.

“Even if you’re awkward. The thing that matters above everything else is enthusiasm.”

“Do you think?” his eyes widened.

“Mmhmm, think about it. If you’re talking to someone, and the conversation’s technically quite good, but the girl clearly doesn’t want to be there, that’s a big turnoff, right?”

"Of course." Tom nodded.

“But if a girl’s talking to you, and while the topic isn’t that interesting, she’s nodding, and smiling, and looking at you like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be…?”

Tom nodded contemplatively, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

“Well… enthusiasm at least...” He swallowed, hard. “That… won't be a problem.”

Tom’s cheeks flushed pink at his own boldness, and he looked away. God, she loved having this effect on him. She’d been with her fair share of men before, most of them quite experienced, but none had made her feel so…

Desired.

Tom looked at her like he couldn’t believe she was with him. Stars in his eyes, lips parting in awe, completely dumbstruck whenever she entered a room. He fumbled his words, and whatever was in his hands. He walked into doors when she kissed his cheek. Broke into a sweat when she slipped her hand into his.

She couldn’t help but be a little worried that seeing her naked might knock him out cold.

She threaded her hands into that beautiful, soft hair, stroking it as she pulled him in closer to her. He obliged, trailing his lips along her cheek, before delicately brushing them against hers. They were soft, just like his skin, that flawless close shave that he’d somehow managed to perfect. And his cologne, God. For a man so apparently inexperienced in sex, he smelled like a connoisseur. Refined, but fresh, like the first sip of whisky on ice. An explosion of cedar and amber wood. Something richer, something more elegant, something so sensual that almost made her forget it was Tom.

It was one of the first things she’d noticed about him. That first moment where he’d gone slack-jawed, and she’d leaned in to greet him with a polite hug. She’d barely wanted to let go, his cologne like a drug that she’d never realised she was already addicted to. It had taken everything she had not to whisper into his ear how much she’d loved it. How badly it made her want to never unwrap her arms from around his neck.

And now, here he was.

Under the blanket, his hand slipped under her top, gently brushing her waist like he was asking her permission to go further. It took all her willpower not to giggle at the politeness in it. Felicity reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulled it over her head, and handed it to him.

She was still completely covered by the blanket, but in the soft glow of the fairy lights, she watched his eyes fill with desire. He rolled his lips together as if he was already tasting her on them, and kissed her again.

Harder.

She tugged his shirt from him like it was suffocating her, shuddering with anticipation as he lay his bare chest against hers. Parting her legs slightly to wrap them around him, his weight on her intoxicating, she felt his body heat starting to rise. He gathered her up into his arms, pulling her closer, and she almost gasped.

Those arms around her had always made her feel safe, but now, they were like an aphrodisiac. She ran her hands over his biceps, and onto his broad shoulders, savouring every inch of his skin. She buried her face into him, inhaling deeply, scratching her nails up the back of his neck and into his hair.

And he groaned.

His skin erupted into goosebumps under her hands, and he pulled her closer, wrapping her up once more in those arms that had her dizzy from their strength. She could feel how hard he was, his hips pressing firmer and firmer against hers as she wrapped her legs around him. She could almost feel his torment; wanting her body, wanting to take more of her, but afraid that taking what he wanted would push her away.

Well.

It was time to show him that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Felicity rolled him onto his back, pushed him to lie down, and tugged his shorts off. Tom protested out of some kind of shame, but she wasn’t going to be hearing any of that. She settled between his legs, and before he had a chance to say anything else, she took him in her mouth.

In the faded light, as she looked up at him, she could’ve sworn she’d electrocuted him. His hands flew to the wall above him, pressing against it, his lips parted, eyes closed, breath caught in his throat.

It was all she could do not to break into a grin.

He remained frozen like that for a few seconds while she swirled her tongue over his tip, and he seemed to melt underneath her. He exhaled, shuddering, that deep, guttural groan from his throat as he threaded one hand into her hair.

“Oh God,” he whispered, opening his eyes as if he really was seeing heaven; his hand gentle and praising as he stroked his thumb against her cheek. She moaned at the affection, the act so very and perfectly him, and made him jolt again.

She was slow, her movements gentle, taking her time as she teased out what he liked. Even with zero words between them, his reactions to her every movement told her exactly how to please him. He sparked under her touch, or shuddered, or gasped; responding so viscerally that she figured him out in no time.

God, she loved him.

He was so easy to read, every twitch of her tongue like a zap through his body; how his abs clenched as she took him deeper, or how his fingers tightened in her hair as she moaned. She found a rhythm in only minutes, no doubt helped by his responsiveness, silently telling her exactly how he wanted it, and she was only too happy to give him everything he was too polite to ask for.

Until he started asking for it.

She wasn’t sure she heard him correctly the first time, but the second time, she was sure. It was rasped, from the very back of his throat; a voice she’d never heard, nor expected. It was desperate. It was needy. It was…

“Deeper,” he whispered.

A rush of adrenaline hit her like a whirlwind, the thrill of hearing him ask for it driving her just a little bit wild. She adjusted her position, holding his thighs, taking more and more of him into her mouth until he was hitting the back of her throat. Tom groaned again, and she practically whimpered in response, almost embarrassed by how much this was turning her on.

But she wasn’t stopping.

Over and over and over, she gave him exactly what he wanted, moaning and letting his tip slip into her throat, making his breath catch each time. She knew he was getting close, but no part of her wanted to show down, even when he began tugging gently at her hair to try and pull her away.

“Darling,” he whispered. “You need to sto–”

She almost growled in response, doing nothing but lifting her pace. The pull at her hair became more insistent, his breaths deeper, his words more and more jilted. But still, she didn’t release him.

He felt so good on her tongue, every ridge of him, the taste of him, the way his body contorted and responded to her every move. She wasn’t stopping, she’d already decided. She wanted to taste him fully, to have him lose himself in her mouth, to bring him to the edge and push him over it, watching him while she showed him exactly how badly she wanted to make him feel good.

“Flick–”

His voice was shaking now, his abs clenched; a bead of sweat on his brow as he tried desperately to hold back. But she didn’t stop. She just looked up at him, watching his face contort as she held her pace exactly as it was. She was holding him there, dangling him off the edge, and she’d never felt so powerful. He was panting. Sweating. Struggling to hold on; and she just gave him more. More, and more, and more. He was properly pulling her hair now, his fingers tangled and desperate, as she dug her own into his hips. She used her nails, the slightest bit of pain drawing his attention.

And he looked down.

“Oh fu–”

He lost control, his body contorting and jolting as he finally let go. All she could do was moan as he involuntarily thrust into her mouth, coming down her throat with such force that she was sure it’d been far longer than he’d insinuated. She held her rhythm, keeping the pace through each jerk of his thighs, only slowing once he began gasping for air.

Slowly, she released him, savouring the taste of him in her mouth, as he watched her with a relaxed confidence that she’d never seen before. Wordlessly, she shuffled back up beside him, and he pulled her close to his side, kissing her gently. But before she could smile, or ask him how it was, he rolled her onto her back.

Felicity gasped as he began kissing down her body, over her breasts, and onto her stomach, slipping his hands into the waistband of her shorts as he began tugging them down. She couldn’t help but giggle at the self-assurance, but when he looked up at her, there was very little hesitation in his eyes.

“Babe,” she smiled. “You don’t have to return the favour straight away, we can rest for a second if you w–”

A knowing smirk tugged at his full lips, and it quietened her almost instantly. She’d never been silenced by a look before, but that look had her lost for words.

“I’d very much like to do it right away,” he cooed, trailing his lips lower and lower, letting his tongue dart out and wet her skin as he closed in on where she was practically shaking to have him.

“In fact,” he whispered, kissing her one final time, before parting her with his fingers. “I’m quite enthusiastic about it.”

And just like he had done, the moment Tom’s head disappeared between her legs, her body jolted; her hands flying to the wall above her head as she gasped. When he'd said he wasn't experienced, she thought he'd meant...

Her thoughts were interrupted by those massive arms wrapping around her thighs, opening her wider as he dragged her down the daybed toward him. She grabbed his hair instead, her eyes rolling back as whatever he was doing had her gasping for air.

Oh.

Fuck.

That’s enthusiasm.

#litg #litg fanfic #litg Tom #litg season 4 #mrsbsmooth #litg writers room #writers room #love island the game #ask #writing prompt

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still-a-morosexual-help · 8 months

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This is YOUR sign to play Love Island the Game

#love island the game #love island the game season 4 #love island the game s4 #litg #litg season 4 #litg s4 #litg tom #litg mc

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willkimurashat · 1 year

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The Barbie movie trailer came out two days ago, so naturally…

#couldn’t decide between two angies so you can have both #some of the writings were automatically generated lmao and i didn’t have the guts to change them #i might make more #litg #love island the game #litg s4 #litg bombshell #litg youcef #litg bruno #litg will #litg angie #litg tom #barbie #barbie movie #barbie meme

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queen-of-boops · 8 months

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For @rebelrayne, the fluffiest Tom fic I could think of. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Kiera's attitude towards rugby starts to change when she meets a sweet, goofy boy at one of her brother's matches.

Read here on ao3.

Tag list: @0shewrites0 @jamal-is-my-caffeine @kunepie @litgreadersroom

#litg #litg ff #litg fanfic #litg fanfics #litg fanfiction #litg tom #litg bombshell #litg season 4

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litgreadersroom · 6 months

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And the day after that, too. by rebelrayne

Author's Tumblr: @rebelrayne

Rating: teen and up

Main relationship: Tom/MC

Summary: In 2016, Summer had a whirlwind romance with a boy with a British accent. He wasn’t very smooth and he wasn’t the tallest guy around, but for those short three months, he was hers.

Extra details: AU

Complete, 7 chapters, 25k words

#litg #litg fanfiction #litg fanfic #litg ff #litg season 4 #litg s4 #litg tom #litg tom au #litg au #fic feature

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whatisreggieshortfor · 11 months

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Cinderella Snapped (Before Finding a Prince)

Hamish x MC

Will this hold up when Fusebox introduces him? Probably hell no. But it’s for @rebelrayne so here we go 😂

Her father had been so convinced it was a good deal.

She had been raised to be well groomed, university educated- a proper lady.

Her appearance was always tailored, never a hair out of place, make up never smudged.

Her friends required her father’s approval to be seen in public together, restrictions meant to prevent unsavory rumors spreading.

And it was all meant to ensure this business deal- this political marriage- was the best move for both families.

But her… fiancé had other plans.

Georgina’s father blamed her as the tabloids ran rampant with the story- Jasper Ramsden had run away with his mistress.

Georgina didn’t consider Allegra to fit the title she was given- the two of them had fallen in love, something she didn’t share with him.

What poisoned her feeling of friendship- camaraderie- that she shared with Jasper, was the fact that the day before he ran away with Allgre, he accused Georgie of being high maintenance. Claimed she was expecting him to be the Prince Charming to her Cinderella.

She had snapped, feeling disregarded and unseen.

So the engagement had fallen apart.

Her father had tried to play it off- push out the idea that the engagement had never been and that there was only meant to be business dealings between the family businesses. He still tried to find her another ‘suitable’ match- only to be shut down by the prominent families he approached. Jasper’s family had tried to reach out again, make a new arrangement when Allegra abandoned him at the altar to run off with the wedding planner, but he refused to allow him a second chance to embarrass them.

And it left her feeling like a dirt speck in his otherwise perfect reputation.

Tom was her best mate, their families had also been close. He was never an option for her father’s candidates list- not since he met Summer- but Tom was still there for her. One of her few approved friends.

“The guy was no good for you anyway,” Summer was blunt in her comfort, but it was refreshing for Georgina to have someone like that when everyone treated her with politeness or kid gloves. “It isn’t your fault the guy was a slimeball that couldn’t have the decency to tell you to your face he wasn’t going to follow through with it. And to come at you like he wasn’t getting more of the deal than he was? It’s bullshit.”

Tom rubbed her shoulder, calming the annoyed tirade, “Georgie isn’t upset he left her-“

“She’s embarrassed!”

“-they weren’t together in any romantic sense.”

“Guys,” Georgina cut in, “You know I’m still here, right?” She raised an eyebrow, half hanging off the stupidly large canopy bed in her room to look at where they sat on her unbelievably uncomfortable sofa across the annoyingly marble floor. She always hated that the plush carpets and normal furniture were off limits because her father deemed them for ‘commoners’. “I don’t care that he wanted someone else- I don’t care that the engagement fell apart. I care that my father blames me- that all he sees is a failure of a daughter. It’s not my fault I can’t control someone’s whims! Is it really not enough to be top of my class every year since primary school? To graduate from uni with honors and Suma Cum Laude??”

Tom hummed, “You’ve essentially been running the company for him anyway, bringing in more clients than he had in years.”

“Exactly! I’m a goddamn CEO!” She huffed, slumping further on the bed until her head was almost resting on the annoyingly marble floor. “Why am I just not good enough?”

Summer stood up, her heels clicking harshly at the floor, “That’s it, let’s go.”

“Go where?” Georgina questioned, finally shifting upright- her eyes swimming in stars as the blood she’d pooled in her head rushed back to the proper parts of her body.

“A club. A friend of mine always assured me the owner is a stand up gent- no worries about tabloids or paps getting any unsavory pictures.” She grabbed hold of Georgina’s arm, heaving her up and onto her feet, “To your… honestly, I’m jealous of it, but- to your stupidly large walk in closet!” Tom chuckled as they disappeared through the door, knowing how much his best mate hated growing up surrounded by luxury. She gave more money away than she spent, invested in helping people that couldn’t afford simple things.

How Jasper ever thought she was high maintenance he didn’t understand.

The club was bustling when they arrived, the bouncer greeted Summer by name, letting the three of them in with relatively no fuss- excluding the surprised few seconds after he recognized Tom and Georgina- and the owner was waiting to greet them inside.

“Ciaran!” Summer gave him a brief hug, “Tommy, you remember Ciaran. No fada on the A. Ciaran, this is Georgie.”

“Pleasure to meet ya,” the red headed man greeted, “James is tendin’ the bar tonight, he’ll take care of ya. Any issues, feel free to find me.”

He was gone as quickly as he appeared in front of them, greeting new guests as Summer dragged them over to the bar and ordered drinks.

It wasn’t long before they were finally enjoying themselves, Georgie broke away from them on the dance floor to get another drink- only to stumble in her heels and run into someone as she made her way to the bar. “Oh! I’m so sorry, did I spill anything on you?”

“No worries, lass,” the man in question offered his arm, helping her regain her balance.

Holy shit, he was handsome.

“Can I buy you a drink or something?” When did she gets this bold? “As an apology, of course.”

His smile was warm, like they were longtime friends instead of strangers on a night out, and his brown eyes held nothing but sincerity, “I believe I should be buying a lady as lovely as you one. Do me the honor of joining me for a drink, and I will accept your apology.”

Georgie laughed, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was how familiar he felt, but she never felt like she could really laugh around anyone but Tom and Summer before. “Yeah, okay. Might I ask your name?”

“Hamish.” He offered easily, “Yours?”

“You can call me Georgie.”

Waking up the next morning, she was kind she hand let Summer talk her into going even more overboard. Her head felt like someone was trying to give her a lobotomy, but she still remembered everything- from the drink to dancing with a stranger all night. He moved surprisingly gracefully for someone in the club scene, leading her more through fast paced slow dancing or swing dance type moves than the customary body grind. It ended when he kissed her hand and bud her fair well at the end of the night.

A heavy knock on her door made her groan silently, “Yes?”

“Georgina, please come downstairs. I’ve finally found you a new fiancé. His family returned my call this morning, he will be here within the hour.”

Oh, god, she groaned quietly again.

She had actually managed to forget about that last night.

Just imagine her surprise when, after downing her lovable cook’s hangover special and fitting into her socially accepted attire, she found herself seated next to her father and across from her new fiancé.

A certain Hamish Ross.

The wedding was scheduled right away, a year from their ‘meeting’ date, and Georgie had been curious as the months went on as to why Hamish agreed.

He was attractive, there was no denying that she had been interested in him when they met. He was well off. He was polite and kind.

There was no reason he shouldn’t have found someone before her.

He told her a story, something about meeting a rich girl as his parents dragged him to their company. She had been playing with kids from a neighborhood, they clearly didn’t know her but she didn’t care. Even as her father yelled at her that they were beneath, all she wanted was to be a kid. To be friendly.

Something about the story stuck with her, like it was familiar but not.

But as the months went on, she got something from him she hadn’t expected.

Love.

So the day of their wedding, she was nervous. It wasn’t cold feet, she didn’t want to run away.

She was afraid she’d end up hurt if she allowed herself to believe this was more than it was.

But he made her want to, with the way he looked at her as she walked toward him.

The softness in his eyes, the tears that filled his lash line with the affection that radiated through his smile.

She was too caught up in the whirlwind of her own emotions to listen to the minister.

Until…

“If anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Yeah, I object!”

Her jaw dropped open, staring in horror as Jasper confidently sauntered his way through the pews and up the aisle, “You have no say here!” She snapped at him, “You’ve made your feelings clear.”

He just smirked, “Doesn’t matter. See, I have this contract, signed by you, agreeing to be my wife in exchange for our companies working together.”

She almost saw red, almost tore him apart in front of their guests, but Hamish stepped between them, “Ah, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Jasper rolled his eyes, “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to my fiancé.”

Hamish tsked, shaking his head, “Except she isn’t your fiancé.” He waved to a gentleman sitting just a few rows back, who stepped and reached into his briefcase, handing her groom a set of documents, “This contract- the one you both signed- well, my firm has torn it apart. Usually we work on slumlord cases pro bono for the tenants, or other types of things where people just need help. But I took special interest in this. Nowhere in there does it say she actually needs to perform the marriage. It’s entirely about the joining of your companies. Which you voided with your infidelity.”

Jasper’s eyes widened, hands flying to flip through the pages in his hands. He worked finance, he didn’t understand all the legal jargon. “No- that’s- you must be mistaken.”

“I am not.” Hamish gave him a genial smile, “I have a lot of year trying to find the friendly little girl that left an imprint on my heart, made me want to be there for people that needed me rather than wanted me. And I’m not going to let you take her away.” He waved his hands, two bodyguards emerging from the back of the church and hauling Jasper away in disgrace, but Georgie was focused on Hamish.

“That story… that was-“

“You.” He shrugged, giving her the same smile that had been making her heart melt for months. “It was why I agreed to your father’s proposal. I had also been looking for you.”

She didn’t care that it wasn’t time yet.

The bride kissed the groom.

#litg #litg season 6 #litg double trouble #litg jasper #litg Hamish #litg hamish x mc #hamish x mc #litg mc #litg tom #no villa au

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tammyisobsessedwith · 2 years

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How I would’ve structured Season 4

I’m not even talking major revamping like changing character designs, motivations and so on (that would be another major post), just some structural changes within the overall plot of the season.

We get to watch the first coupling up as it happens

Make Kelly and Bruno OG Islanders, they’re coupled up when we get in

MC gets in as soon as the first coupling up happens as the eleventh Islander OR MC takes out all the boys on a (sit down, have drinks and talk) date during that first night

MC has 24 hours to pick a boy to couple up and everyone knows it

Girl left single due to MC picking her partner stays in the Villa, no one else recouples during that

Give us the option to be in a friendship couple if we’re not vibing romantically with anyone so far. They could go out on a daytime date the next day and establish that or develop further romantically

On day 3, Youcef and Oliver drop in - they both need time to develop worthwhile stories with MC (Youcef is too closed off/scared to open up at the beginning, he just stays behind this whole “I’m so sexy and smoldering” armour; and if Oliver’s whole thing is being friends first then let’s give him the time for that). They drop in during a party and there’s some group activity like truth or dare

On day 4, they each get to pick two girls to go on (separate) dates in the hideaway terrace/at the garden outside the Villa driveway that night (both choose MC as at least one of the dates, of course)

On day 5, Some cheeky kissing challenge happens (like rate the best kisser) and people start showing signs of wanting to switch couples, maybe some minor drama happens

First full girls’ choice recoupling on day 6, girl left single by MC gets to pick first, single boy is dumped. If MC coupled up with a girl (Najuma/Kelly), then Islanders have to vote to dump one of the single boys

MAJOR GRAFTING AS EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING. Just get MC to circle around and chat to people throughout the Villa, that’s what they’re there for. The bestie moments are nice, but I want to interact with everyone, even the people I may not like as otherwise how am I gonna get to know them?

On day 7, they get a silly challenge, like one of those gross out food ones or body paint/slime/dive into water

On day 8, Juliet and Valentina hit the Villa while the girls are out having brunch/having a spa day and start stirring shit up (that’s why they’re there). Give MC the opportunity to befriend them as the previous girl bombshell and strategize together

On day 9, they take boys out on those dinner dates (one boy prepares starter, another the main, the third the dessert) while the OG girls need to stay inside and fret (or not)

On day 10 they have a cheeky challenge where they have to kiss person whose secret is about and a party

On day 11, it’s a boys’ choice recoupling. The girl not picked is dumped. If MC had been with a girl before, they’re actually forced to separate but they can remain “together” while in official (friendship) couples with the boys. They can choose to sleep outside on the daybeds, for instance

On day 12, new cheeky challenge, like those silly obstacle course ones where they get wet and need to make out at the end. It’s possible to pick someone other than their couple and possibility for drama ensues

Day 13 is a chill day, something silly like playing around in the pool or games like Never Have I Ever

Day 14 there’s dates all around. DIFFERENT DATES FOR DIFFERENT LIs - like Oliver would be something to do with nature, Youcef would be a sit down dinner date, Bruno is something fun like paddle boarding and so on

Day 15: CASA AMOR! Give us six new hot guys to interact with. Bonus: Dylan could be a CA boy (minus all the red flags) while Tiffany is a CA girl

Day 16: Villa vs Villa challenge then cocktail party

Day 17: the video with suggestive clips from original boys drops in first thing in the morning, then they have brunch and Stick or Switch recoupling in the evening. Single Islanders remain in the Villa for now

Day 18: potentially awkward drinks date if a CA girl (could be Tiffany) stole your original partner (if we were with a girl and just in a friendship couple with one of the boys it’s a great drinks date with possibility for flirting as well) and integration party to get to know new Casa people

Day 19: dumping of least voted Islanders (possibility of breaking up couples if one is liked and the other isn’t). If MC was left single during Stick or Switch, usual deal where MC picks one Islander up for dumping. Final numbers are six couples, so depending on how many couples were formed during Casa Amor a lot of people could be going home then

Day 20: Tom and Cora invite people out on dates before even hitting the Villa. There’s a cocktail party in the evening to welcome them

Day 21: silly couple’s challenge or something like Most Likely To hosted by Tom and Cora

Day 22: chill day with some game like volleyball or a barbacue or something like Talent Show for integration

Day 23: Boys’ choice recoupling, but Tom and Cora pick first - MC of course gets stolen by one of them

Day 24: Brunch date in the morning, heart racing challenge in the evening

Day 25: They go out to a beach party where Returning Islanders (boy dumped in day 6 and girl dumped on 11) rejoin the group. Least favorite couples are revealed at the party (Tom/Cora and respective partners are immune from voting). Islanders need to choose to dump one couple.

Day 26: Mean Tweets/Movie Night - let’s stir shit up and ramp up the drama with unseen bits and shocking developments coming to light. This is where Dylan’s true nature could come out if we chose to recouple with him after Casa Amor (I’d still rather he be the perfect guy until we win the game and he chooses the money)

Day 27: The girls choose who they want to go out on dates with and we have final girls’ choice recoupling. If we’re with a girl, two of the boys couple up as well (either as friends or romantically, there’s possibility for that with some of the boys)

Day 28: Baby challenge then dumping of 2 least favorite couples (we get to influence who stays)

Day 29: Meet the Parents and Final Dates (gimme something glamorous that I’d never get the chance to do again in my life!!) then final dumping down to four couples (we choose who stays)

Day 30: Prom prep (shopping, dance lessons, speech writing) and Prom

Day 31: The Final

This is very basic, I’d still need to go into details of what happens each day exactly, group dynamics, couples drama thrown in the mix and so on, but this pacing would be so much more to my liking. There’s possibility for getting to know people before actual recouplings and we can actually choose to be with people outside of our official couples (as it happens in the show).

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