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benji.... are you sure about that?

i’m gonna be honest with you here—i’m a petty person. i don’t know what you’re trying to imply here, but i don’t like your tone, and if anything, you’ve just made me even more determined to have a good time with benji, so.

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thoughts on benjamin?

clearly, he’s the love of my life. the moment our gazes caught across the bonfire, i just knew that he was the one—yeah, no. i’m just fuckin’ around. he seems chill, and i think we’d vibe. plus, he’s not bad on the eyes. sorry if you wanted a more in depth response; i don’t psychoanalyse potential partners until after the fourth date at least.

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agipj:

“i swear i’ve watched two whole seasons of love island and i’ve never seen them swim once. always in their bathing suits, never swimming. i don’t know, maybe, i’m just watching the wrong shows then.” he shrugged. “ah, see that’s the spirit..” his encouraging words teetered off, his eyes glued to her as soon as even a bit of skin was revealed, only blinking into action once water had splashed him. “you call that a splash?” he teased, full grin on his face. pj took a running start, launching himself towards the deep end, doing a flip, his skateboarding skills coming in handy. 

‘ that’s probably because their bathing suits are so damn tiny, and definitely not suited for any activity more vigorous than laying in poolside chairs, or lounging in hot tubs. ’ she’s definitely impressed by the flip he does as he joins her in the pool, but she’s not about to concede defeat quite so easily, offering him little more than an a slight raise of an eyebrow and the beginnings of a grin. ‘ you call that a flip ? ’ she teases back, her choice of words deliberate. ‘ i’d show you how it’s really done if i wasn’t worried my top might come off, and i'm not sure i want my tits to be broadcast on television. ’ as she speaks, she swims closer to the male. ‘ you’re more than welcome to try and change my mind, though. ’

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benjamies:

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benji could really, really have afforded to be a little more prepared. he could read up on the 10 best date things to do in mykonos on some unreliable webpage or maybe just scrolled through google’s ‘things to do’ section until he could find some date-worthy thing but nooo, he was too busy reading up about ancient greek ruins before this trip. when the time came for benji to actually plan a date, he was completely lost. why can’t you send date cards to yourself? jeez.

“okay, listen— don’t take this the wrong way, but i genuinely had zero inspiration for this whole date thing, so…” benjamin pulled out a piece of A4 paper folded neatly from his pocket, “i asked the producers to hit me with their best shot. they gave me this whole timetable thing that we’re supposed to follow, but i guess we can just use these as suggestions. it even has a dress code and everything.”

benjamin unfolded the piece of paper and adjusted it in his hand so that both he and dylan could peruse. dress casually, it said, and head to the shopping mall at 4pm to pick out an evening outfit for your partner, fit for a romantic candlelit dinner by the beach. don’t forget to pack swimwear! at that, benjamin scrunched up his nose. “A for effort, but that is so clic— oh wait. i think that was the point. so, what do you think?”

dylan’s never exactly been one for cheesy romances, and had she been back home, even just the idea of going on an over-the-top, cliché date might have sent her running for the hills. right now she’s pretty calm as she looks over the suggestions that the producers had for their date. in fact, she might even go so far as to saying she’s at least a little bit excited. there’s almost no chance of the half-drunk scheme she and benji cooked up on their first night there working—since the entire interaction had been caught on tape—but it’s the thought that counts, really.

‘ i think, ’ she says, pausing for dramatic effect as she grins at him, ‘ i’m ready to be swept off my feet. ’ plucking the piece of paper from his hand, she crushes it before tossing it into her waste basket. before she’d gotten into writing in high school, everyone who knew her had been sure that she’d join the drama club, what with her penchant for theatrics. that sense of drama serves her well now, her hand slipping easily into benji’s as she tugs him out of the mansion and into the waiting vehicle—thank you, producers—without grabbing anything else.

‘ if we’re already going shopping, we might as well get some new swimwear while we’re at it, don’t you think ? ’ she stops, deliberately letting her gaze drop first to his broad shoulders, then his chest, then very briefly further down before flicking back up to his face once more. the impressed glint in her eyes is genuine, but dylan has to bite down on the inside of her lip to keep from breaking the mood she’s trying to set by bursting into laughter. ‘ it’d be nice to get a little preview... give me something to look forward to after dinner. ’

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agipj:

pj stood outside in front of the pool, in his swim trunks with his arms out wide, taking a deep breath, “i swear most times on tv you never see anybody in the pool and that’s illegal when it looks this good, don’t you think? say want to join me and definitely never been caught on camera?” he winked.

dylan’s reading by the poolside when the voice breaks her concentration, and she can’t help the amused snicker that slips past her lips. ‘ have you ever watched a reality tv show in your life ? they’re always in the pool. ’ she finally looks up then, not bothering to hide the way her gaze trails over the male’s toned physique. placing her book aside, a teasing smile curls at the edges of her lips. ‘ i could use a dip in the pool though. ’ standing up, she swiftly removes the loose t-shirt she’d appropriated as a poolside coverup, exposing the bikini underneath before jumping into the pool, laughing as water splashes over the edge and onto the stranger who’d spoken to her.

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so... i believe i was promised some 10/10 emotional manipulation?

oh, benji. this is not how you ask a girl out if you want them to swoon—but lucky for you, as the best character on riverdale once said: i’m in the mood for chaos.

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benjeellies:

okay, so. here’s the thing about benji: he isn’t a lightweight, but he does have the habit of becoming borderline obnoxious when he’s tipsy. which was now. “so what i don’t get is why doesn’t everyone just pick a person of their preference, pretend to be all lovey-dovey for 3 weeks, get engaged, take the money and run? why have videos of you crying over lost love plastered on YouTube for eternity? isn’t that kinda dumb? like, i might be kinda gay but if you’d pay me twenty-five thousand to get down on one knee for a girl… i’m not saying i’d do it but i’d do it.”

‘ you. ’ the single word is accompanied by a point of her index finger, which might probably be more intimating if the rest of her fingers aren’t wrapped around the glass of her sixth—seventh?—gin and tonic, not to mention the conspiratorial grin she sends his way. ‘ you’re onto something, ’ she tells him, punctuating the statement with a loud slurp of her drink through the tiny straw. ‘ but maybe you shouldn’t be saying that so loudly in front of all the cameras. ’ moving closer, she drops her voice to a faux-whisper. ‘ if you want to put this plan of yours to action, we’re going to need to come up with an appropriately cheesy meet cute. i want that twenty-five grand and i’m not above emotional manipulation. i’ll play the viewers’ heartstrings like a fuckin’ violin, dude. ’

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agiparker:

“yep, they’re magical. thank you. everything i know i learned from shakira.” he nodded, fully unaware of any of his diction, speaking the words that came straight to him, genuinely under the impression that shakira had taught him many things. “i was surely hoping you were at least a fan, but if a dinner is required before i can show off the moves i was graced with then, by all means allow me to. i’m not a very good cook, but i’m sure there’s a great place in greece to have a lovely dinner.” he nodded, “a pretty girl indeed, but i figured you should be aware that shakira already holds a place in my heart and should you like to share said space, you too, must embrace her. i personally, believe that it’s a fair warning..” 

‘ oh no, i’m definitely a fan of shakira. ’ dylan’s always had a soft spot for—pardon her french—the dumb ones, especially if they’re pretty to boot, and the man standing before her definitely checks both boxes. a girl who’d hated her had once said that it was her desire to be the smartest person in the room, but the truth is probably along the lines of simply being endeared by the human equivalent of golden retrievers. ‘ i was five when whenever, wherever came out, and it would’ve been my gay awakening if i hadn’t already had the world’s biggest crush on britney. ’ she pauses for a moment, privately amused by the conversation. ‘ well, if you’re really dying to show off your moves, then i won’t stop you. i suppose i am a little bit curious as to what exactly shakira has taught you. ’

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nctesmith:

“my flight was dead awful,” nate griped to the first person willing to listen. “first, had to drive all the way to the chester airport, and traffic was horrible. then, my flight got delayed by two hours, so i had to wait in that godawful airport doing nothin’ but twiddlin’ me thumbs.” he took a drink of the alcohol that was in front of him, which happened to be champagne. “anyways–is it just me, or are people drinking champagne constantly on this show?”

‘ this isn’t the misery olympics or anything, but i spent two hours stuck in new york traffic and then another ten next to a frustrated and exhausted mother whose toddler just would not stop crying. ’ she turns to the man next to her, the grin stretching across her lips dissonant from the complaints, as if she somehow found amusement in recounting how awful her voyage had been. ‘ people are pretentious fucks, ’ she says in response to his observation, laughing as she offers her glass to him. ‘ here, i’ll swap my g&t for your champagne in exchange for a name. doesn’t even have to be yours, if that’s what you’re into. ’

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magnoliiahq:

the day had already been so overwhelming for her already that maggie didn’t know how much more she could take. it was her first time on a plane, on a thirteen hour flight in economy, and her first time in a foreign country and this far away from home. when she originally applied for the show she never dreamed she’d actually get cast but here she was. on a beach in mykonos, greece with complete strangers for the next few months. “i feel like this is all a dream,” the blonde spoke to no one in particular as she kicked the sand with her feet, “a dream i really hope i never wake up from.” her southern drawl sounding particularly prominent among the mix of voices on the beach.

it doesn’t take a particularly keen eye to be able to tell that the blonde is overwhelmed, and the way she keeps glancing around with wide-eyed wonder makes dylan laugh. ‘ careful, blondie, ’ she responds, tilting her head slightly in the direction of the other woman. her tone carries a warning, but the smile she offers is warm and relaxed, helping to soften the edges of her words. ‘ wishes have a way of coming back to bite people in the ass. you should probably take that back before the universe decides to turn this lovely dream of yours into a nightmare instead. ’ she pauses, hums thoughtfully for a moment before adding, ‘ besides, it’s a little too soon to already be thinking of the end, no ? we just got here. ’

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harperhqs:

it was safe to say harper was taking full advantage of the open bar and scenic backdrop as she perused the bonfire and all it had to offer. it wasn’t that much different at home in la with the beaches and lavish parties she was almost always at despite her current reputation as a ‘britney meltdown waiting to happen’. “i love how my manager made this sound like a punishment to me when really this is all i could ever ask for. limitless drinks, hot people and a beach. i think i’m set for life. what about you?” the brunette questioned the nearest person to her.

it’s not that dylan doesn’t believe in love, she’s just never bought into the media’s portrayal of it. television and movies will have people believing that love is a whirlwind, that love is grand romantic gestures and a fire that never goes out. dylan just knows better, that’s all. but she can’t exactly admit that she’s only here for the money, all too aware of the cameras that are likely recording every interaction, and so she settles for a half-truth instead. ‘ you’ve just listed three of the reasons i’m here, ’ she laughs, turning to get a better look at the woman who’d just spoken to her. ‘ hey, you’re the girl from barney and friends ! huh. i would’ve thought you’d be on a celebrity edition of the show. is this one of those things where famous people try to prove that they’re just like the rest of us regular folks ? ’

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gcldxnboy:

as the sun fell beyond the horizon and the stars came out to dance, a pumped up ronni ruiz drained his first (of many) beers. to celebrate, he lifted up a fist to the heavens, smashed the beer-can into the side of his forehead with a great, big shove, and then yelled out an almost unintelligible primal roar. the night had just been born, and ronni was ready to begin his conquest of season 2 of in paradise.

he thought about tossing the can of beer into the bonfire – and he almost did, yeah – but stopped when he saw that a fellow contestant was watching him. “alright?” he said energetically as he tossed the can onto the sand, instead, and marched over to greet them.

dylan had gone through the entire college experience, from getting blackout drunk and waking up in strangers’ beds, to stealing a rival sports team’s mascot, to driving her college boyfriend to the emergency room after he’d thought it be a good idea to have sex in the shower—wait, she’s getting off tangent. the point is, she’s a new yorker with a college degree, she knows crazy like an old friend, and yet she's still completely thrown by the sight before her.

all coherent thought leaves her for a good five seconds, and then when she blinks back into focus, the man is suddenly closer to her—and moving closer still. ‘ yeah, ’ she answers distractedly, catching sight of the discarded beer can. god, what the fuck is up with hot people and littering ? ‘ you know, i’m not sure whether i’m terrified or turned on. maybe both. ’

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agiparker:

parker gapes, before nodding, “i may have not thought it completely through. and now that you mention it, i’m not sure i know how to dance without using my full body. oh god, can i even prove that i am good at dancing, in sand?” he taps his chin. “i wouldn’t want to sand spray everyone.” he winces. “let’s just say i convinced you with my hips. i feel like that statement is valid enough, also i hope they air it as well, i would love for the world to know how i feel about shakira. she’s rather important to me.”

‘ you convinced me with your hips. ’ she repeats, eyebrows climbing halfway to her hairline, wondering if he’s aware of how dirty that sounds. she’s usually a much better conversationalist than this, but it’s hard not to parrot back what he’s saying to her when every other sentence out of his mouth is just so... ridiculous. she loves it. ‘ what kind of girl do you take me for, sir ? ’ she teases, amusement twinkling in her eyes. ‘ you’re going to have to take me out to dinner before i go anywhere near those hips of yours. word of advice, though ? when there’s a pretty girl in front of you, you should probably refrain from proclaiming your love for shakira. ’

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elliottmccre‌:

elliott’s expression softens, and he feels a little guilty for littering on such a beautiful beach. it had been an impulsive decision, the fear of not wanting to be caught in an embarrassing situation trumped over the importance of properly disposing of waste. he gave her a sheepish shrug, reaching for his empty yoghurt cup as a silent apology. “it’d mean a lot if you gave a eulogy,” he answered, looking back down at his fallen yoghurt and sighing morosely. “and play some sad bgm while we’re at it.”

her grip on the cup loosens, allowing the man to take it from her and offering a grin in response to the contrite expression on his face. despite her persistent do-gooder attitude, she likes to think she’s not the judgemental sort. of course, the fact that he’s rather easy on the eyes doesn’t hurt. ‘ i’m sure the editors could add the music in post, but— ’ she pauses, pulling out her phone and typing into the device with an ever-widening grin. not two seconds later, the first notes of my heart will go on—played abysmally on the recorder—filters through her phone speakers. ‘ dearly beloved, ’ she starts, just barely managing to school her expression into something passably serious, ‘ we are gathered here today to say our goodbyes to this man’s yogurt, taken from him too soon, but never to be forgotten. ’ eventually, the absurdity of the situation catches up with her, and her lips part as laughter bubbles past.

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agiparker:

parker stood alongside the bonfire, preaching, “i’m not saying someone should dare me to do the worm, but i’ve been practicing and i think it’s pretty flawless.” parker rolled his shoulders, “or you know any dance moves, i’ve been told i’m quite good and you know, as a queen once said, these hips don’t lie.” with his hand on his hips he leaned from left to right, trying to prove his point,”and while i know it’s corny to quote shakira, i think you can’t ever go wrong with shakira, and that is something i would bet on.”

‘ you want to do the worm. on a beach. where you’ll probably get sand everywhere. ’ while the judgement in clear in the words she’s speaking, the curve of her lips betrays her amusement at the thought. ‘ i’m not going to dare you to do the worm, but only because i don’t want you to be cleaning sand off your body for the next two weeks. ’ the little hip sway to accompany his boast draws laughter from her, what was previously a slight tilt of her lips turning into a full grin. ‘ i really hope that this footage makes it into the final cut of the show, and whoever’s editing it better have shakira playing in the background. ’

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elliottmccre:

great. elliott’s first night in mykonos and he was already experiencing a true greek tragedy. he looked down at his cup of yoghurt that had spilled all over the sand, frowning dejectedly. “oh, for fuck’s sake,” the blond muttered to himself, hoping that no one had heard him. thankfully, everybody else seemed to be occupied, scrambling all over the place to garner dates and find their potential love. elliott crouches down, warily looking both ways before hastily tossing the cup to the side. he grabs a handful of sand, about to conceal the creamy evidence, when he felt someone’s gaze on him. “what are you looking at?” he asked, annoyance lacing his tone, as if he hadn’t been caught doing something incriminating. 

dylan moves through the crowd with the ease of someone who’s already a couple of drinks in, all smiles and infectious energy as she mingles, exchanging friendly greetings with people before moving on with all the grace of a ballerina and eventually finding herself at the edge of the crowd, previously loud conversations suddenly gone dim. she’s staring out at the sea when movement in the corner of her eye catches her attention. she’s half-amused at the way the man swears as his yogurt is lost to the sand, and then less so when he tosses the cup away without second thought. at his question, she moves closer, not breaking eye contact as she picks up his discarded cup. point made, her expression relaxes into a smile, just this side of cheeky. ‘ should i say a few words while you bury your poor yogurt ? ’ she teases, ‘ or would you rather i just stand here in solemn silence ? ’

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☼⎿ look who just landed in mykonos, its DYLAN FITZPATRICK ! don’t they kind of look like ZENDAYA ? i heard the TWENTY-THREE year old CISFEMALE identifies as BISEXUAL and is just here for the MONEY / EXPERIENCE but i could be wrong. SHE is from BROOKLYN, NYC and is known for many things but their friends say they are SPONTANEOUS ! but others might say they are RECKLESS ! one thing they can’t travel without is their LAPTOP !

BIOGRAPHY

born & raised in brooklyn, dylan is the only daughter of women’s rights activist gemma fitzpatrick and a father she’d never known. the neighbourhood they lived in wasn’t the greatest, but the residents of the apartment complex were tight-knit community, and dylan grew up thinking of her neighbours as as extension of her own family.

she often got into trouble at school; while her heart was in the right place, she had a tendency to act first and ask questions later. it wasn’t unusual to find dylan in the middle of a playground fight, taking on bullies more than twice her size.

as she grew older, she learned how to fight with words instead of her fists. she joined the school paper in high school, coming to prominence for an exposé on the biology teacher who was initiating inappropriate relations with students.

fuelled by knowledge that she could do good with her writing, she went to nyu, where she studied journalism, with a focus on investigative journalism.

every year, dylan’s mother hosts a neighbourhood fundraiser in order to raise money for battered and displaced women. mother and daughter were cooking in the kitchen with the tv on as white noise—showing an old re-run of in paradise—when gemma made a throwaway comment about dylan being on the show. 

it had been a joke, but it had given dylan an idea, and she sent in an application, both curious about the experience and determined to win the prize money for her mother’s fundraiser. it had been a spur of the moment decision, and dylan almost forgot she’d even done it until she received a letter in the mail, addressed to her, containing a ticket to mykonos, greece.

PERSONALITY

her mbti type is enfp ( the campaigner ) and her moral alignment is chaotic good. 

she’s the life of the party, the friend you can always count on for a good time, but she’s also deeply in tune with her emotions, and is just as likely to spend hours sitting on a stranger’s fire escape having deep conversation with someone she’s just met.

very compassionate, tries to be the mom friend even though she can barely take care of herself half the time. a regular problem solver, she’ll do whatever it takes to help. no, seriously, she’s not above breaking the law if she feels it’s for a good cause.

has no shortage of self-confidence and doesn’t give a fuck if that intimidates people—men, especially.