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longbobmckenzie · 11 months

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I've written for Bobby, Henrik, Lucas, Levi, and more! Mostly S2 with some S1 and S6 sprinkled in (and a few fics featuring S3 characters in minor roles). Bobby is heavily featured since I had a lot of ideas for him, but I think I've retired from him now!

Under the Influence - A series of fics featuring my OC Josie, including 2 full-length villa fics (one complete, one in progress) and multiple oneshots. Some of these are alternate timelines.

Whiskey & Scotch | Bobby x MC | Explicit - the OG. A slow burn villa fic that takes canon and twists it to create a fresh new story. Ranks 3rd in the fandom in kudos! Complete, 230k

One for the Road | Bobby x MC | Mature - a post-villa oneshot set around Christmas after W&S

On the Rocks | Bobby x MC x Lucas | Explicit - an in-villa threesome in an alternate universe. Explicit

Another Round | Bobby x MC x m!OC | Explicit - sequel to On the Rocks, also a threesome, this time featuring a male OC. Explicit

Worth a Shot | Lucas x MC | Explicit - a separate alternate timeline, in which Josie picks Lucas over Bobby. Explicit/Mature

Whiskey & Wildflowers | Henrik x MC | Explicit - alternate timeline villa fic with Henrik as endgame instead of Bobby. plenty of changes to the original but still the same basic storyline

The Adventures of Long Bob McKenzie - pirate!Bobby, anyone? These are all complete and all rated Explicit. The first 2 are short chaptered fics.

Edge of the World - inspired by the boys' pirate chat at dinner, a swashbuckling tale of adventure and romance

Sails on the Horizon - a sequel with a new villain, new adventure

Dead Men Tell No Tales - a oneshot set in between the events of EOTW and SOTH

Fix Me - a series of 4 fix-it fits for various S6 scenes featuring Roberto as the love interest. 3 are with the same MC, the other is unrelated

Convince Me | Roberto x MC | Explicit - A steamy hot tub date gets even steamier

Join Me | Roberto x MC | Explicit - A rewrite of the recoupling when Elliot steals MC, and the daybeds scene with Roberto

Choose Me | Roberto x MC | Teen - A Stick/Twist ceremony rewrite

Love Me | Roberto x MC | Mature - A rewrite of the terrace date

These are all chaptered fics ranging from ~20k to ~120k words...

cashmere & cocoa | Henrik x MC | Explicit - a short, smutty chaptered fic in which MC finds shelter in a snowstorm at Henrik's cabin. Henrik x MC, Explicit

not the only one | Henrik x MC | Mature - a truncated villa fic starting with the aftermath of the disaster recoupling. Henrik x MC, Mature

it's just a crush | Bobby x MC | Mature - a slow burn Bobby AU in which Gary's younger sister has a crush on Bobby for years. Bobby x MC, Mature

Bobby, meet Lucas | Bobby x Lucas | Explicit - an in-villa fic in which Bobby's got it bad for Lucas, but Lucas can't stand him. Bobby x Lucas, Explicit

(Help) Wanted | Levi x MC | Mature - a short Levi AU in which he goes on the run for a murder he didn't commit

Amelia Can't Win (WIP)| Marshall x MC | Mature - After finding out the truth about Zeph, MC plans her revenge against her sister

Luc & Hen's Sexcellent Kinkventure (WIP) | Lucas x Henrik | Explicit - Kinktober 2023 fic in which Lucas and Henrik are porn actors who are also dating each other

Bobby

saving the best for last | Bobby x MC | Mature - basically what Bobby gets up to on a hoe route

first impressions | Bobby x MC | Mature - Bobby regency fic

lights, camera... love? | Bobby x MC | Explicit - pornstar Bobby falls for his scene partner

anatomy of a heartbreak | Bobby x Lucas | Mature - Bobby has a crush on Professor Koh

Henrik

under my skin | Henrik x Bobby | Mature - Henrik's in love with Lucas, who's dating Bobby. Bobby is a little shit. Lucas forces the two of them to spend a weekend together...

one last good thing | Henrik x MC | Explicit - Henrik has a healing cock. don't ask.

When the Dead Come Knocking | Henrik x Lucas | Mature - LITG x The Walking Dead

doggy fashion | Henrik x Arjun | Explicit - Arjun and Henrik meet through their dogs (sorta?)

the stars shine bright | Henrik x MC | Mature - Henrik camping fluff

cocked and loaded | Henrik x Lucas | Mature - Henrik/Lucas forbidden romance mafia AU

kaleidoscope | Henrik x MC, Lucas x MC | Mature - MC meets her soulmate... days before she's supposed to marry his best friend

Other

someone like me | Lucas x MC | Teen - Friends to lovers

the lengths we go to | Mature - MC plans to win and steal the money

regrets | Teen - Rohan regrets not confessing his feelings

Jo & Tim & Blake & Rohan | Explicit - bang-or-die foursome. don't ask

dewey decimal system | Noah x MC | Explicit - Library smut

Wings of Fate | Roberto x MC | Teen - Fake Dating/Childhood friends reunited

work for it | Marshall x MC | Explicit - one night stand

dream hunter | Song of the Crimson Nile | Titian x Eva | Explicit

things you said when you were drunk Magnus x Josie | Bobby x Josie | Bobby x Scarlet

things you said after you kissed me - Bobby x Lucas

things you didn't say at all - Lucas x Josie

things I wish you'd said - Lucas x Josie

things you said over the phone - Magnus x Josie

things you whispered in my ear - Bobby x Magnus

things you said through your teeth - Henrik & Magnus

“I’ll keep coming back for as long as you want me to.” - Bobby x MC

“Stop being so hot, please.” - Bobby x MC

“I love you, but I love her more.” - Bobby x Lucas

#longbob masterlist #litg fanfiction

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sunshinejihyun · 2 years

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Girls’ Night In

Fandom: Love Island the Game Pairing(s): Bobby McKenzie x Leila (MC), Chelsea Rating: PG-13 Summary: Bobby and Leila have an unexpected visitor who makes their night a little more exciting. Word Count: 2.06k

Author’s note: This was written for the Love Island the Game season 2 gift exchange hosted by myself and @justtuesdays. I was given the chance to write for @callmebeem and I enjoyed every moment of it. I hope I wrote Leila to your liking, and I must also thank you for participating in the exchange. I hope you enjoy this little slice of life between the two lovers and their best friend.

Whistling as he opened the door to their shared apartment, Bobby absentmindedly sang out his normal hello, only to be met with no response, which was an unusual occurrence. He usually stayed late after work to prep the batter and dough for the next day, so Leila was almost always home by the time he returned, a smile on her face and a kiss waiting for him at the door. They’d settle down onto the couch and talk about their days while scrolling through food delivery services to figure out what to order for dinner that night. Some nights if he was home early, they would make something together in the surprisingly big kitchen for the small apartment.

But it seemed like Leila wasn’t home, so Bobby pulled out his phone from his front pocket to check for any texts from his girlfriend and when he came up empty handed, he pulled up Doordash, looking over the menu of one of his favourite Indian food shops. Absent-mindedly, Bobby walked toward the darkened kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

Flipping on the light, he jumped back in surprise as he found Leila crouched on the counter, a colander on her head and armed with a spatula. “What in the world are you doing?”

Leila’s eyes didn’t move from the spot on the floor they were glued to, but she responded to him nonetheless. “I saw a spider,”

“And that means arming yourself with one of my good spatulas to attack it?” Bobby smirked, grabbing a few paper towels. “Where is it? I’ll get it.”

She shrugged, the colander tipping slightly on her head and he bit his lip to hold back a smile as she readjusted it, her red hair sticking out of some of the holes. “He disappeared under the counter. Quick, hop up here before he comes out and takes our first child.”

“Lass, we don’t have a child.” Nonetheless, Bobby clambered up on the counter with her and as he settled in next to her, a lot more cramped than she was, Leila plopped a plastic mixing bowl on his head and handed him his nice rolling pin. “Thank you, my queen, for giving me the most valiant of armour. Now I’ll be able to properly protect you.”

Bobby leaned in to kiss her nose in a real greeting and she giggled as their makeshift helmets clunk together. “My mighty hero,” she responded. “Thank you for finally coming to my rescue.”

“Of course, always gonna help if you need it.” Bobby replied sincerely, before backtracking. “What do you mean finally? How long have you been up here?”

Leila bit at her nail and Bobby watched her carefully. “A while.”

“And you didn't think to call me?”

“My phone is in the living room.”

“So… you’ve been sitting here and watching the floor? For a while?”

Leila shrugged once again. “I lost sight of him. When I put my feet on the floor he’s gonna bite my ankles.”

“I think the spider is more scared of you than you are of him, lass.” Bobby said, his hand falling to her back and rubbing softly.

“Not taking the risk.” She replied and while Bobby knew he could sit here and try to reason with her, yet it wouldn’t change the fact that she was not going to move from her spot until the spider had emerged and gotten taken care of. At his moment of defeat, Bobby sighed out, brandishing his weapon and jumping off the counter. “What are you doing?”

“I'm gonna hunt down the spider. Wanna come with me?” He waggled his eyebrows in a taunt. “Unless you’re too scared.”

Without replying, Leila launched herself at Bobby, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, causing him to stumble slightly. “I’m not scared but I’m also not letting my feet touch the floor.” Pointing forward with her spatula. “Onward, my steady knight!”

As Bobby’s hands wrapped around her legs to hold her up, he moved to bend down, looking at where she said the spider had run to and while he didn’t see anything, he still swiped the rolling pin under the crack to see if it’d scare the spider out. He felt Leila’s fingernails press into his skin as he stood back up.

A knock sounded on the door, and without even waiting for an answer, Bobby heard the doorknob jiggle with a key. “Hey guys! Put your clothes back on if they’re not already.”

The familiar sound of Chelsea’s shrill yet sweet voice called into the apartment and while Bobby enjoyed her company, he wasn’t sure he wanted her in on the spider hunt.

“Chels!” Leila called, jumping off of Bobby’s back and running toward her best friend. “What a lovely surprise! What are you doing here?”

“Well babes, you weren’t answering my texts or calls so I decided to take a trip to see you and make sure all was well.” The blonde explained and Leila exhaled, looking towards Bobby. The both of them looked ridiculous; with kitchen utensils as weapons and armour, anyone would. “But it seems you were preoccupied. With… whatever you were doing.” She paused, eyeing the pair. “What were you two doing?”

“Well, I saw a spider…” Leila tapered off and Chelsea held up her hand, her purse hitting her side as she did so.

“Say no more, bestie. I totally understand.” She nodded, the ringlets in her hair bouncing with the movement. Leila nodded with her, the colander bobbing along with the movement.

“We haven’t been able to find it yet. It may have even walked out the front door on two legs.” Bobby said, taking the bowl off his head and placing it on the coffee table he was sitting at.

“Oh, silly. Spiders have eight legs, not two.” Chelsea said, waving him off. Turning back to Leila, it was like Bobby no longer existed. “Well now that I’m here, I’m thinking girls night. Matching jammies, face masks, nail polish, and chick flicks. Waddya think?”

“I think I’ll make the cupcakes.” Bobby volunteered before his girlfriend could even respond, sending an over-the-top wink at Leila and grinning as her cheeks turned a gorgeous pink. Taking the kitchen utensils that Leila still had, Bobby retreated into the kitchen as he heard Chelsea squeal in excitement. As he got started on the cupcakes, Chelsea thrust silky pajamas in Leila’s arms and marched her to her bedroom, demanding she change while Chelsea did the same in the bathroom.

When the bedroom door slammed, Bobby heard Leila scream and without thinking about it, he dropped the batter scoop and ran into the room, where he found her cowering on the bed, half undressed, and pointing at a spider on the wall. In all fairness, it wasn’t a tiny spider, but it certainly wasn’t anything like he was picturing.

“Lass, it’s alright. Look, I’ll get it. Keep an eye on it whilst I get a napkin so it doesn’t disappear again.” Bobby backed out of the room, a twinge of guilt in his stomach for leaving her on her own to get a napkin while she looked so petrified.

As he returned, he found Chelsea on the bed next to her, an arm wrapped around her shoulder. They were wearing matching silk pajamas: Chelsea in pink, Leila in green. “It’s okay hun. Look! Bobby’s here and he’s gonna take care of it. Nothing to worry about!” And taking care of it is what Bobby did. He squashed the bug, dropped it into the trash can, and made his way over to the bed, snuggling up to Leila and kissing her forehead.

“The brave knight has defeated the evil arachnid,” Leila whispered, causing Bobby to laugh. “His queen is forever grateful and vows to bestow a kiss to his lips.”

Without giving a response, Bobby’s hand fell to Leila’s hip, pulling her gently to him as he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. Her hands dropped onto his shoulders, looping around his neck and he felt her smile against his lips.

Then, Chelsea cleared her throat. “You guys are cute, but I am still here, you know?” Their friend interrupted the moment and Bobby pulled away, clearing his throat and rubbing at the back of his neck, a telltale sign he was embarrassed.

“I’m gonna go put the cupcakes in the oven.” He said, getting up and moving back in the direction toward the kitchen.

“Make sure to meet us on the couch after for face masks!” Chelsea called after him and Bobby tutted in acknowledgement.

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“C’mon Bob,” Chelsea whined out. “Let me just put a little pink on your toes.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows as much as he could under the quickly hardening face mask and he wiggled his toes, causing both girls to look down at his feet. “I don’t see the harm. I never walk around with these babies out. Most people have to pay to see pictures of them.”

“I’m not gonna judge but…”

“Chelsea, he’s kidding.” Leila deadpanned, looking up from the clear polish she was painting onto his fingers. She had trimmed the cuticles, put some oil on them, and is now polishing them nice and shiny. “The only OnlyFans content he puts out is stuff we make together.”

“Oh yeah, lass. Did you end up asking Chelsea about maybe joining us for that one picture…?”

Chelsea had stopped her movement towards Bobby’s feet, instead keeping herself planted on the couch. “No I haven’t asked her but she’s already here so…”

Leila and Bobby both looked at Chelsea and before either one of them could ask anything, she shot up, nail polish spilling over the bottle. “I love you both but that isn’t something I am willing to do!” She exclaimed and before she could go on to say more, the couple burst out laughing.

“Oh man, Chelsea, you should have seen your face!” Bobby choked out between laughter.

“Sorry Chels, you were just too easy.” Leila said and while Chelsea huffed and sat back down. “For the record, we do not sell our sex tapes. Those are for our eyes only.”

Before the blonde could even question if Leila was joking again or not, Bobby motioned to the credits rolling on screen. “Movie’s over. It’s getting pretty late. Should we all head to bed?” Going to the linen closet. Bobby grabbed a bundle of sheets and blankets and the girls stood up, the routine becoming almost second nature by this point. Chelsea decided on impromptu sleepovers quite often.

As Bobby spread the sheets over their couch, Leila leaned in to give her best friend a hug. “Goodnight sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning. Do you have work? You might need to get an early start.”

“I do, but if I’m a little late it’s okay. I couldn’t miss out on some of Bobby’s yummy pancakes.” Chelsea said, shooting a grin at the man who was holding open the bundle of blankets for her to slip into.

“You got it, Chels,” Bobby promised as she climbed in.

Patting her head like you would do to a child, Bobby bid her goodnight before wrapping his arms around Leila’s waist and carrying her to their bedroom, plopping her down onto the bed before laying directly on top of her.

“Uh hello, girlfriend suffocating under here.” Leila said, cheekily pinching Bobby’s bum.

“Uh hello, comfy boyfriend here.” Bobby responded by pulling a blanket over them to prove his point.

“Rude,”

“You can’t be talking about me, I’m a knight in shining armour.”

They were silent as Bobby rolled off of her, wrapping an arm around her as Leila snuggled in, her head resting on his chest. “You don’t think there are any more spiders, do you?”

“Absolutely not. And when the next one shows up, I’ll be sure to squash it too.” Leila’s body relaxed and Bobby reached over to turn the light off. “We should set an alarm to wake up tomorrow.”

“I’m sure we’ll hear Chelsea before we see her.” She responded with a yawn and he had one follow shortly after.

“Goodnight, Lass. I love you.” Bobby pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and he smiled as he felt her nails scratch lightly on his chest in acknowledgement.

“Sleep well, handsome.” Leila replied sleepily, eyes already shut.

#my writing #love island the game #love island the game s2 #litg s2 #bobby mckenzie #bobby litg #bobby love island the game

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Thank Him Later

Bobby tells Jake he’ll thank him later when he finds him a new dessert chef.

Jake x MC

“You just gotta trust me on this one, Jakey. You’ll thank me later.” Bobby said for the fiftieth time.

Jake sighed, “You know I’m proud of ya, mate. Your shop’ll be a huge success. I just wish I could keep ya on as my dessert chef while you did it.”

Bobby knocked his shoulder, “I would if I’d have the time, but I can’t miss this chance. But my hand selected replacement will be here tomorrow, and you’re going to love her.”

“What’s her work experience again?” Jake didn’t doubt you were good, since Bobby was vouching for you. But he needed to be sure you were used to the experience of a restaurant kitchen.

“She was a baker with Kelly’s Cakes, I worked with her in the hospital kitchen, and her parents used to own a bakery in Glasgow where she was the head dessert baker.”

“Try some cumin instead of the coriander.”

Jake almost didn’t hear you. He wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been hyper aware of your presence from the moment you entered his kitchen. This was his kitchen, his restaurant, and you were a stranger. A beautiful stranger, he could admit as he glanced you over. Done up in a formfitting button up with one of those skinny ties that were big in the nineties, tucked into a pair of nice skinny jeans with a studded belt and boots. But you were a stranger nonetheless.

“You are, miss?”

“Oh, how rude of me! I’m sorry. I’m Bobby’s cousin. Name’s Y/N McKenzie, pleased to meet you, Jake.” You smiled then, big and brilliant, and Jake wanted to imprint it into his memory.

He blinked at you, “How do you-“

You shrugged, “You’re exactly as Bobs described you. Old film movie star handsome, built like a Greek god.” Jake could feel his face burn, but you just giggled. “I’m sorry. He asked me to come in today to meet you. He was supposed to be here, but my cousin is just a tad scatter brained, isn’t he?”

As if on cue, the back door to the kitchen crashed open as Bobby flailed his way through, arms waggling in the air to keep his balance when he almost tripped. “Y/N!” He cheered, sparing Jake a glance before shaking his head at you with a grin, “Already embarrassing your new boss, ain’t ya, lass?”

“It seems to be easy to do, Bobble.” You grinned at him, giving him a brief hug. “He also seems rather confused by my presence,” you pinched his side as you pulled away, “I thought you said he knew I was coming, ya knob.” Oh god, you were goofy just like Bobby. You were gorgeous. You clearly knew food if you were correcting him as soon as you entered. He could fall in love.

“He did!” Bobby yelped, looking at Jake curiously, “I don’t think he realizes who you are yet.”

You huffed at the baker, before striding across the room to the chef and holding out your hand, “I’m your new dessert chef, Jakey.”

Oh god, he was doomed.

“No, Rocco, I understand you go where the wind takes you or whatever, but you made a commitment to be here!” Jake sighed into his phone, pressed between his ear and shoulder as he worked in the kitchen. “No, the fact that you called James doesn’t make me feel better- the man is supposed to be on his honeymoon for godsake!”

“Jake?” He turned his head, barely catching his phone as it dropped from his shoulder and accidentally ending the call- not that it would’ve helped anyway. Rocco had decided to ‘take a day trip’ and ended up three countries away and too far to be back in time to man the bar like he was supposed to. The chef sighed to himself, looking to where Allegra stood with her hand cocked on her hip. She knew more about alcohol than anyone, but he had to make her the sommelier when it became very clear that she could not make drinks that were edible.

“Yes?”

She gave him a look, a cross between pity and genuine sympathy, before she nodded her head toward the dining room, “Someone is asking to meet with you about their dessert. Apparently it doesn’t look like what they ordered.”

He ran his hand down his face as he turned to his sous chef and handed over control of the kitchen while he was gone before washing his hands to meet with the customers. Allegra led him to the table, squeezing his bicep quickly before departing, something they all did to support him against the ‘Karens’ as people called them. “Hello, I’m Jake Wilson. I understand there seems to be a problem?”

The woman at the table glared, poking her dessert halfheartedly with her fork while her husband seemed to be scarfing his down. She pointed the utensil at it as she addressed Jake, “We ordered the specialty dessert, but this is not what we got last time and I am not eating it.”

Jake nodded his head, “Yes, well ma’am, we’ve recently changed dessert chefs, so the old specialty is not the specialty of the chef we have now.”

“Why we were not informed? I wouldn’t have ordered whatever this is if I had been told!”

Jake wanted to argue that each of the servers have been making that announcement before taking drink orders since you started over a week ago, but he knew that would only lead to more problems. “I understand, ma’am. If you’d like, I can take this away and-“

You seemed to appear out of nowhere, the traces of flour that he had seen smeared across your skin gone as you smiled at the woman with a plate in hand, “Hello, ma’am. I’m sorry to interrupt, but I heard the new dessert isn’t to your liking, so I’ve gone ahead and whipped up the old chef’s specialty for you. Since your eating companion seems to enjoy it, he can have your old one, and I’ll pay for that dessert myself so you won’t have to worry about it appearing in your bill.”

“Oh!” The woman blinked up at you, clearly caught off guard by how quickly you handled her, and even Jake wasn’t sure how you’d done it so fast. “Thank you.” She looked over at Jake, “Is this the new dessert chef you’ve hired? She may be worth keeping around.”

You gave them both a smile before bowing your head and excusing yourself from the table, leaving Jake to watch after you dumbstruck. He quickly cleared his throat, “Yes, ma’am. I believe she is.”

Jake took a quick walk around the dining room to make sure all the other guests were happy, but he was surprised to find you behind the bar when he made his way over, “Y/N? Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen?”

You gave him a smile, cocking an eyebrow as you poured a shaker into two cocktail glasses before passing them to two regulars sitting at the bar top, “Shouldn’t you be, boss man?” He opened his mouth but you laughed, “I’m kidding, Jake. Don’t you worry, I have enough desserts plated and prepped for now. I heard you were short handed at the bar, so I thought I’d help out.”

“You know how to bartend? And you know Bobby’s specialty dessert?”

“Of course. It was one of the first courses taught at the culinary school I studied at. And I’m the one who taught Bobby how to make that.” He was blown away. You could handle customers as quickly as you did, be ahead of schedule in the kitchen, and bartend when his cocktail guy flaked out? God, he could marry you.

You giggled with the two woman you had served at the bar, again raising your eyebrow at him, “Shouldn’t you at least treat me to dinner first?”

Jake froze, mouth gaping before he could finally push out the words, “I said that out loud?”

Valentina, one of the woman at the bar that oftentimes would help him look over the business side of the restaurant, laughed louder, “Why Mister Wilson, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you had a crush on our little dessert connoisseur.”

You poised a hand on your hip as you leaned the other into the bartop, chuckling to yourself as Angie joined in, “It certainly does seem that way, doesn’t it Val?”

Under three combined gazes, Jake scurried back to the kitchen in loo of answering.

Jake would deny it if he was ever asked, but he spent the last few months with you consistently in his peripheral. You spoke about books with James and his wife, Thabi. You rejected Rocco’s flirting without crushing his spirits, even going as far as jokingly scoring each attempt to the point where the boy admitted it was no longer about winning you, after you’d introduced him to an interior designer friend of yours, but he was just determined to score above a seven at least once (he hadn’t yet). You let Angie practice her flirting with you, even playing her wingman when she finally decided to ask out Cora before her performance on live music night in the restaurant. He’d even heard from Bobby that you would help out at his shop before going to work at the restaurant.

Everyone that worked with you absolutely adored you, but Jake was growing concerned that you’d end up burning yourself out. Why were you always available for them?

He got that answer in a way he really didn’t like.

The private dining room of the restaurant had been booked since the day after you started working for him, so he didn’t think much of who had booked it. But the whole night their event was happening, you seemed on edge and withdrawn. You had approached him at the start of the night, about to say something when one of the waitresses needed him and you waved off the whole thing. Rocco had thrown a few flirtatious lines at you, but you never seemed to hear him and it was concerning everyone. You were bubbly and fun and energetic, but tonight you were jumping at every loud noise- and in a kitchen that means you were jumping every few minutes. When the event head caught Jake at the entrance of the kitchen, she told him that the event recipients wanted to express their thanks to the head chef, and the dessert chef, in person.

But when he approached you about it, you plastered on the most fake professional smile he’d ever seen before following him out to the dining room. As a habit, he let his hand drift to your lower back- just something he’d been doing when former customers had wanted to meet you after trying your sweets, as if he were presenting you as the genius because you were.

And you were so thankful for it to ground you as the one voice you didn’t want to hear rang out over the rest.

“Y/N. Have you been sampling too much of your sugary garbage again? You’ve put on some weight.”

Jake was taken aback. You still looked the same size you had been when you started working for him, so what did this guy mean?

You just took a deep breath, smiling politely, “I don’t know what you mean, Dylan. I’m the same size I’ve been for years.”

The man in front of you, after pushing his way through his teammates, just rolled his eyes, “You must’ve stopped using the fitness routine I gave you or something. You’re definitely putting on some weight right here.” He reached out to poke your stomach, and you jolted back.

“Sir, I will ask you keep your hands to yourself.” Jake heard himself say, his voice deeper and almost darker sounding than usual.

Dylan scoffed, “She’s my girlfriend. I’ll touch her if I want, and no one is gonna stop me.”

Your face shifted into a glare Jake had never seen on your beautiful face before, “We went on five dates. Our ‘relationship’ as you keep calling it lasted less than a month- and when it was over I had to file a restraining order against you. Legally, I could’ve forced you to leave this building as soon as you entered it. I-“

“What?” He scoffed again, “Are you gonna tell me that you moved on from this already? What, with him? Is that how you got your job? Too busy sucking his dick to make something worth actually eating?”

The others around him looked positively shocked that he would say something like that, but Jake was seething.

You just shook your head, “I happen to like Jake. And any relationship I enter is none of your business. I’ve received more awards for my desserts than the number of games you’ve won. I haven’t spoken to you in over a year, and I have never questioned my worth, now matter how much you tried to shatter it. I know it’s more than you’re willing to let me believe. Does your team even know about the real you?” The man took a step toward you, but you didn’t step back. You stared defiantly into his face, “Go ahead, Dylan. Tell them about how you got jealous over Bobby- my bloody cousin- and tried to force me to stop talking to him. Tell them about the time you forced me to lift on your bench and broke my arm trying to force me to take twice your body weight on the bar. Tell them about the times you’ve torn my clothes apart because they were ‘too revealing’ for your tastes, even though you spent the whole day flirting with women that wore the skimpiest outfits I’ve ever seen. Tell them-“ his hand shot out and gripped your arm.

“You’re gonna stop running your damn mouth or I’m-“ he cut himself off with a shout full of pain as Jake gripped his wrist, loosening his hold on you immediately.

“I am going to ask you one time to leave my establishment or I will be suing this organization for scheduling their event here after the woman with a restraining order on you was hired. You are done harassing Y/N.” The event head immediately began rounding up the other players, placing phone calls for drivers to come back and pick up their fares. Two of the larger players took hold of Dylan’s arms, intent on pulling him away, but even as they got him out the door he wasn’t going quietly. He screamed at you, calling you every name in the book, but you never looked away. You held your head high. Jake sighed next to you, “If you had told me, I would’ve had Tai and Ciaran escort him out as soon as he arrived.”

You shrugged, smiling up at him- and this time it was real, “I’m not afraid of him. In fact, I feel freer.”

He huffed a laugh, “I’m going to give Bobby a call. Tell him to come give you a lift home. You’re done for the night.”

You gasped, “Mister Wilson, we have an entire dining room full of eaters that are going to need dessert! You can’t let me leave so early or someone is going to think you fancy me.”

Jake shrugged, now might not be the time, but he’s done waiting, “So what if I do?”

You took hold of his hand, interlacing your fingers as you tugged him back to the kitchen, “Then I expect you to have dinner with me at the end of the night.”

Bobby was right. Jake would need to thank him, because he was definitely loving you.

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all of my fics | updated March 16th, 2024.

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□ "Baby, kiss it better" bobby x oc | on hiatus.

Bobby McKenzie had a massive crush on one of his friends, Barbara Jones. It was silly, unwanted and a pain in his arse but when they kissed for the first time, it was everything. The biggest problem? Barbara had a boyfriend, a cool and suave pilot who everyone seemed to think was perfect, and everything just gets worse when Bobby and Barbara have to plan a wedding together.

playlists: bobby goes to church / depressed bimbo

□ "Paris' To-Do List" oc x everyone | on hiatus.

After ending a 3-year-long and boring relationship, Paris is ready to taste the pleasures of the world and tick some boxes on her Bucket List. A story about a reformed good girl. 32 chapters, 31 items on her list. Written for Kinktober.

□ "The View Between Villages" oc x seb | in progress

After losing her job over reasons she would rather never speak about again, Marissa Sarabi moved back to her old parent's house at Graycott, where her now-married sister lives with her family.She expects days of peace and quiet away from the big city she used to live in, but her sister has other plans. She takes Marissa to help out in an old friend's record store but Sebastian looks way more grumpy and melancholic than she remembers.

□ "Paris, France" oc x youcef| in progress

All that she wants after her breakup is to have fun and focus on her career. But when Sullivian Investments chooses her to be the face of their fashion take-over, feelings Paris doesn't understand start to surface.

□ "The Dangers of Being Too Cool" oc x bobby | in progress

5 months after breaking their two-year relationship, Lisbon Evan's ex-boyfriend, Lucas, announces his engagement. Devastated and confused, Lisbon ends up lying she's dating the well-known and very popular hospital caterer, Bobby McKenzie. Luckily for her, he has his reasons to join her in a fake relationship.

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■ "Mirror" valentina x oc

Hollywood and its drama have been cruel to Valentina, who just recently managed to successfully reach stardom. She's sure her most recent scandal will be the end of her career. But things are not as they seem. Written for the February Femslash Gift Exchange.

■ Stuck With You rohan x jake

It's 2020 and Rohan wakes up in his quarantine routine.

■ bad idea, right?! levi x oc (kinda?)

When Maddie gets a text from her ex-boyfriend at one of those frat parties, things escalate pretty quickly. But don't worry, Maddie just sees him as a friend (the biggest lie she ever told).

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■ "gold rush" kassam x oc

I don't like a gold rush. I don't like that you make me anticipate my face in a red flush. I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, and everybody wonders what it would be like to love you. I walk past you, there's a quick brush, and I don't like this slow motion, double vision in a rose blush moment. I don't like that falling feels like flying to my bones crush. No, I don't like this gold rush.

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■ "All's Fair in Casa Amor" oc x bobby | complete

A canon rewrite set during Casa Amor. A Bobby and MC fic if MC had been a Casa Girl instead of in the original lineup.

□ "Love Island, Actually" multiple pairings | on hiatus.

The LITG Cast set in a Love, Actually fic. Five stories, five MC's, all about love, centred around Christmas. The Bride, the Mistress, the Runaway, the Maid of Honour, and the Divorcee.

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After The Villa - Chapter 2

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cruel summer - chapter four

noah/cmc rose/bobby litg s2 rewrite status: ongoing chapter wc: 3,245

Lottie snarled. “Look at the boys. Bloody welcome committee.”

The boys were eager, but Rose could hardly blame them. She sighed, making up her mind, even if it meant disagreeing with her greatest ally thus far. “I’m going to say hello.”

Marisol, wide-eyed, followed. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m going to put my hat in the ring for the bombshell.”

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It was Ibrahim’s voice that finally broke the spell between Rose and Bobby. “Lads,” he said, jogging up behind where they’d been chatting on the daybeds. “Got a text.”

Rose separated from Bobby and stood, not wanting to appear too entangled with someone who wasn’t her partner, though she supposed very little plausible deniability was left for her to work with. “Coming,” she said, nodding her thanks at Ibrahim, who was already beginning to wander back to the group gathered at the edge of the pool.

“It just says to head to the fire pit to meet the new islander,” Ibrahim told everyone, foregoing the hashtags and trendy syntax likely included in the message. It was good enough, though, to inspire the islanders' migration to the fire pit to meet their bombshell.

As they approached en masse, Rose could see just the shape of a tall woman standing by the fire. Her heart sank lower into her stomach the closer they came — the woman was gorgeous. Her deep brown skin was glossy like a magazine cover, reflecting the light of the fire, she was posed in a bright swimsuit as if she were modeling it. Casting had outdone themselves, she was a dictionary bombshell.

“Hello!” The woman’s smile broke the veneer just slightly, betraying an easy openness that seemed incongruous with her unattainable looks.

Lottie stopped Rose with a hand on the shoulder. “This far, no further,” she declared. “Girl code.”

The girls stopped in their tracks behind Rose and Lottie and watched helplessly as their partners trotted forward, all too excited to greet the gorgeous new islander. Rose turned, shrugging Lottie off. “She’s a girl too, no?”

Lottie snarled. “Look at the boys. Bloody welcome committee.”

The boys were eager, but Rose could hardly blame them. She sighed, making up her mind, even if it meant disagreeing with her greatest ally thus far. “I’m going to say hello.”

Marisol, wide-eyed, followed. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m going to put my hat in the ring for the bombshell.”

Along with Hope and Marisol, Rose finished the journey to the fire pit, stopping just behind the boys. Their welcome committee was looking more like a pack of wolves descending upon a piece of meat by the second.

“Excuse me,” Hope forced herself between Ibrahim and Noah and held out a hand. She introduced herself with her usual flare, approaching the bombshell like she was engaging in a business deal.

“I’m Priya,” the woman said, shaking Hope’s hand with a winning grin.

In the shuffle of introductions, Rose came to stand next to Bobby, who leaned over to whisper, “What’s their deal?” He nodded back toward Lottie and Hannah.

“They’re being territorial,” Rose explained, sparing a sideways glance at the pair.

Bobby frowned. “Can’t have that.” He turned, incidentally placing a gentle hand on Rose’s shoulder to leverage himself. Rose silently scolded the butterflies that invaded her abdomen at his casual touch. If she was to survive Love Island, she would have to be able to handle a platonic 3hand on the shoulder. “Oi!” Bobby shouted, “Lottie, Hannah! Come on, get involved!”

Wearing matching frowns, the girls joined the group and begrudgingly introduced themselves.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” Priya said. “I’m a bit overwhelmed, I hope you don’t mind me gatecrashing your party.”

Pushing her way through the boys, Marisol offered a hand as if she were meeting with a prospective client and not a gorgeous woman she was interested in. “Marisol Trujillo,” she announced with a too-firm handshake. Rose realized she was seeing firsthand the inability to flirt with women that Marisol had alluded to during truth or dare. And though she wasn’t yet very close to Marisol, she felt the need to help her out.

She pushed past Bobby, coming shoulder to shoulder with Marisol and reaching out to pat Priya on the arm. “I’m Rose! You’re gorgeous, by the way, we were just saying.”

Priya laughed, and if Marisol’s awkwardness was off-putting, she didn’t show it. “Lovely to meet you.”

If likely only to prevent the boys from introducing themselves next, Lottie butted in, telling Priya her name and biting out an insincere compliment, to which Priya easily retorted and settled the affair. Full of surprises, Priya was the perfect bombshell.

Feeling another hand on her shoulder, Rose almost jumped. Noah’s calm voice came from behind her, saying, “Guys, it’s a bit early to be getting into it like this.” The gentle librarian's way of scolding softened his blow but he tacked on an excited proclamation for good measure. “It’s our first day in the Villa!”

Rose agreed, reaching a hand to her shoulder to cover his in a gesture of solidarity as she spoke, “Right-“

“Noah is right,” Hope agreed, speaking at the same time as Rose, effectively cutting the quieter girl off. “There’s going to be plenty of time for falling out later.”

Lottie grumbled, “Sorry, I’m not loving the idea that we’re already in danger.” She spared a glance at Rose and they locked eyes, though Lottie was looking in the wrong place for backup.

“Speaking of which,” Marisol said, lowering her voice and placing her hands on her hips as if she were about to begin a courtroom interrogation. “We should know, is there anyone you’ve got your eye on?”

It was a fair question and one Rose wanted to know the answer to herself. However, her stomach dropped to her feet as she watched Priya scan the boys in front of her. The way Priya’s eyes lingered on Noah was not lost on her.

“I’ve only just met all of you, but I’d say Ibrahim is my type straight away.”

If looks could kill, Priya would be a char mark on the astroturf. No one had gotten the chance to warn her about Hope’s tendency to be territorial.

Priya soldiered on. “But Bobby has got gorgeous eyes, too.”

Rose glanced at her feet, hopefully missing whatever flirtatious looks passed between Bobby and the bombshell. While she wasn’t the type to be territorial over a guy like Hope or see new girls as her competition like Lottie, she did feel a sense of hopeless inadequacy at the thought of losing a boy to someone as gorgeous and charismatic as Priya. She wouldn’t even blame the lad.

“I’m not trying to tread on anyone’s toes,” Priya said, a gentle pageant smile settling over her face. Rose could appreciate her sense of diplomacy.

“We’ve all only known each other for a few hours, there are hardly toes to be tread on!” Rose’s brain caught up to her mouth and she attempted to clarify, “Er, I mean- You shouldn’t worry about that.”

Hope interjected, having regained her composure now that her guy wasn’t the only one Priya fancied, “I think it’s only fair you get a chance to chat to all of the boys.” She gave an easy laugh. “And we should get you a drink! Boys?”

Noah’s hand fell from Rose’s shoulder and to her waist, pulling her into him as if to remind her of his presence. Rose felt a little soothed when he didn’t join the other boys in tripping over themselves to serve Priya a glass of champagne.

Rocco, as always, looked a little lost in the fracas. He sighed, looking up at the stars. “Sky’s beautiful out here. No smog or anything, just pure vibes.” He took a deep breath in through his nose, out through his mouth. Rose wondered if he taught yoga classes or just overpaid to regularly attend them. His eyes settled squarely on Rose when he pulled his attention back from the stars, drifting from somewhere near her third eye chakra and then down. She got the sense that he was particularly concerned with the heart chakra. Or the cleavage visible there, at least. “Bet the terrace has a great view.”

Startled, Rose glanced from Rocco to his partner. Lottie was watching with wide eyes just behind him.

“That’s bold, in front of everyone,” Rose said, it was more forthcoming than was typical of her but she couldn’t bear even the thought of flirting with Rocco for a second longer.

Rocco looked confused. “What do you mean?”

The other islanders gathered back around, bringing with them the bulk of the camera operators. Rose swallowed, leaning into Noah for reassurance before replying to hopefully diffuse the tension. “Just seemed like a bit of a line, is all.” She smiled her best breezy this-is-totally-not-a-big-deal smile. “I bet Lottie would like a trip to the terrace, yeah?”

Thankfully returned to better spirits, Lottie chuckled and took Rocco by the hand. “Maybe I would.” She gave Rose a wink.

“It was totally a line, but it looks like you’re off the hook, mate.” Bobby ruffled Rocco’s already mussed hair with a rich laugh. “I bet he asks women to go look at the stars with him all the time.”

“I bet they like it too,” Gary teased. As he began prattling on about shipyard gazing, Rose took the moment to tune out and take a few careful breaths.

There was a terrible rush of adrenaline every time she could feel herself becoming the focus of the show. For someone like her brother who grew up doing theatre and dreaming of being a movie star, that kind of attention might be exhilarating. For Rose, who much preferred her recognition in the form of kind notes left by professors on her lengthy essays, the feeling was overwhelming. She could only hope that it would become easier in the coming weeks to tune the cameras out.

“That sounds a bit spooky, laddy,” Rose said, bringing herself back into the conversation with a joking tone, hoping to balance out the earlier harshness with Rocco. Provided both bits made it into the final cut.

“It’s not abandoned or anything!” Gary protested. Plus, I don’t think machines are spooky. It’s not like they’re going to jump out at you when you’re not looking.”

“Unless they’re killer robots,” Bobby said, facetiously serious. “Like in terminator.”

Gary sighed, spirit broken. “Right.”

Rose interjected, hoping for a change of subject, “Oh, I love that movie!”

“My kinda girl.” Bobby high-fived her. “But you’re into sci-fi, yeah?”

“I brought Dune as my one allotted book.” In her peripheral vision, Rose could see Hope roll her eyes at the mindless chatter. She immediately shrank back into Noah, returning her face to a placid smile. Momentarily, Rose had forgotten the part she was supposed to be playing; she was cast as the nerdy girl, but she wasn’t supposed to be so dorky that she no longer fit in.

“Um…” Hope giggled. “Sorry to interrupt, because this is riveting, but I’m starting to see why some of you are single. I was really expecting better chat than ‘come look at a shipyard with me, baby’ and ‘aren’t you a sci-fi fan’.” She shot Rose a glance. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Rose said. Hope was right, this couldn’t possibly be exciting television. Even if she would prefer to chat science fiction with Bobby.

“Right?” Lottie raised her glass of champagne — recently refilled in a gesture of apology from Rocco — toward Hope in agreement. “What happened to the old classics, like-“ She slouched slightly, turning to Hannah and slurring her speech as she said, “Heeey guuurl, do you know how to give the kiss of life?”

Hannah blushed, cheeks as bright as her hair at the slightest hint of flirtation. Bless her. She squeaked, “Um…”

“Cos you took my breath away!” Lottie saved Hannah the trouble of formulating a response, jumping to her punchline.

“Wow.” Hannah laughed, easily pleased.

As Lottie encouraged Hannah to try a chat-up line of her own, Noah and Rose naturally drifted apart to accommodate the whole group being let into the circle. Somehow Bobby came to stand between Rose and her partner in the mix.

Noah, surprising everyone again with another rare interjection, said, “I’ve got one.” In a move that stunned everyone — hopefully including the future viewers at home — Noah said, “Hey Hope, feel my shirt.”

Rose was at a loss, so she maintained her placid expression as best she could as she watched her partner use a chat-up line on someone else. The move felt particularly low after she’d just scolded Rocco for the same kind of thing.

“That’s boyfriend material,” Noah concluded his line with an easy smirk at Hope. The two looked at each other like no one else was around. Rose was half-tempted to entreat them to get a fucking room.

“Oh my gosh,” Hope gushed. “I’m melting!”

It was hot, that was the worst part. Noah was incredibly hot, even when engaging in traitorous behavior.

“God.” Rose swallowed, then gave laugh that landed considerably better than she hoped. “These are awful.”

The other islanders took Rose’s attempt at humor as license to ignore the Noah-shaped elephant in the room, and for that Rose was grateful.

The other jilted partner, Ibrahim, cleared his throat. There was a beat during which Rose feared that he would try to stop everyone from breezing past Noah’s line, then he said, “Ok, check this…” His tone was light enough to assuage Rose’s fear, but she could tell he was flustered. “Hey girl, are you a dam?” He posed the line to no one in particular and no one answered so he carried swiftly on. “Because you’ve got me saying ‘beaver’!” He frowned, realizing too late that the line had gone south “Uh. Wait… I mean…”

The tense silence settled on them once more. As a show of solidarity and to deflect, Rose broke the silence with a laugh.

“That was better than the other ones, actually,” she said. And she meant it, she hated corny jokes and forced conversation starters vehemently.

Ibrahim gave her a grateful smile, rubbing at the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact with anyone in the group. “At least someone liked it.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Rose noticed a camera operator focusing firmly at an angle that included her and Hope, setting up for brewing conflict. She made up to diffuse it before it had the chance to escalate, opening her mouth to change the subject.

“Why don’t you try one, Ro?” Hope said, either playing up the drama or completely oblivious. Rose hoped for the latter.

“Oh, um…” Rose stammered for a moment before making up her mind. If Hope, the viewers, and that camera operator wanted drama, her best bet was to deliver and pray she wasn’t being made the villain. She turned to Bobby and kept her tone light as she asked, “Hey Bobby, you aren’t French are you?”

“Lass,” Bobby laughed. “You know I’m Scottish.”

As an aside, Rose murmured, “Like the accent isn’t a giveaway. Play along.”

Bobby cheesed, following orders. “I’m not French. Why do you ask, Rose?”

“Oh, because Eiffel for you.” Rose completed the joke by batting her eyelashes, doing her best to make it abundantly clear that her flirting was all in good fun. The islanders chuckled, tension seeming finally diffused, and, if Noah was jealous of Bobby, his face didn’t betray it.

“Better than anything I’ve got,” Ibrahim said. “Well done, mate.”

She gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Gotta work on your game, love.”

“Could be worse,” Marisol said. “You could be one of those guys who talks to a girl’s chest instead of her face.” She threw a sideways glance at Rocco, still too lost in the stars to receive the criticism.

For all Rose’s complaining about Lottie’s full moon ritual, she was grateful for the diversion after Noah had gone rogue on her. By the time she’d changed into her pajamas — red shorts and a t-shirt with a cheeky slogan referencing an old Love Island season, she was saving her sexy stuff for someone she trusted more — and met Lottie on the lawn, she still hadn’t found a chance to speak to Noah alone. She’d have to confront him while sharing a bed in a dark room. If she’d confront him at all.

Luckily, Lottie was sharp-tongued and firmly on Rose’s side. “What the fuck was that earlier?” She asked, pulling Rose by the hand to the side of the pool where they could sit and kvetch until the other girls found their way downstairs. “With Noah and Hope? Boyfriend material? Jesus Christ.”

“I’m so glad we’re on the same page,” Rose laughed. “I was starting to think I was losing it.”

“You’re not losing it, babes, that was mental. I didn’t take Noah for such a player!”

Rose didn’t remind Lottie of the way Noah had given her the slip earlier to graft on Hope, she didn’t figure that she needed any more ammunition than she had. Instead, she kicked her feet helplessly in the cool water of the infinity pool, trying her best to stir up the hopeful feelings Noah had given her when they’d first met that morning. Nothing but frustration rose to the surface. Had he grown tired of her that quickly?

“Mind if I join you?” Priya asked, gently lowering herself to sit next to Rose. “I heard something about a moon ritual.”

Rose gave Lottie a warning look before she could start in on the bombshell, then said, “I’m glad you came down.”

Priya grinned. “I wouldn’t miss a chance to bond with you girls.”

“Are the others coming down?” Lottie asked, deflecting from Priya’s attempt at friendship without outright denying it. Rose chose to see that as progress.

“Yeah, they were right behind me! Any moment, really.”

True to Priya’s word, Hannah, Hope, and Marisol raced down the deck stairs to the lawn, seeming to be in much higher spirits than the sulking women already by the pool. At the sight of them, Rose stood and offered Lottie and Priya each a hand, pleased when they both took her help.

“How was it?” Noah asked, too nonchalant as he smoothed the blankets back to make room for Rose to climb into bed with him.

While the practice under the full moon itself was uneventful — none of the sacrificing of virgins that Bobby had joked about when he caught wind of the plan — Rose hoped that it had done something to undermine the tension between the girls. She’d kept her address brief, only telling everyone that she looked forward to getting closer with them over the coming weeks.

She told Noah, “It was nice, I like the other girls.” Rose didn’t lay down next to him just yet, preferring to sit on the edge of the bed and size him up first. Internally, she was begging for him to acknowledge some kind of rift between them. Instead, he smiled, motioned for her to lay down with him.

“Still alright with sharing a bed, I presume?” She asked, trying one more time to prompt a conversation.

Unbothered, Noah said, “Of course. Come here?”

Rose sighed, seeing no reason to push further. She was exhausted and still dizzy from the champagne and bright lights. And there were worse things to succumb to than cuddling in a warm bed with a handsome man. She laid down next to him stiffly, then did her best to remember the buzzing butterflies she’d felt with him earlier in the day. At last, allowing Noah to pull her close, Rose let the buzzing of imaginary insects lull her to sleep.

hiii so sorry for the long hiatus on this one! i'm juggling several little projects at the moment, as well as one bigger project so i've slowed down my fic publishing schedule. thank you so much to everyone still reading though, i love u all <3

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thebonnielass · 2 years

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so i was in the middle of class, daydreaming about fake dating bobby au! where he pretends to be mc’s boyfriend to deter her ex from forcibly taking her away from a party.

then they have to keep the whole charade going bc her ex was not convinced in the slightest that they’re actually together so before he knew what was happening, mc was already coaxing him closer by the chin and they end up kissing in that crowded bar, in front of her ex, with bobby not even knowing her name.

butterflies fluttered around in his stomach at the slightest touch of her fingertips on his arm and he pulled away from the kiss just. dazed. finally, ex begrudgingly left her alone, and they found themselves enjoying each other’s company the rest of the night, dancing and having fun, getting to know each other. and y’all, by the end of the night, he is absolutely whipped.

but after the party, it was as if she never existed. he never got her number because the words tipsy and bobby together did not bode well. so there was no way to contact her. he moped about it for a few days bc he was an absolute melt who met the most awesome girl in the world and he didn’t even know who she was!

his friends have had enough of his pining. so, like all good friends do, they investigated. they decided to go to the host of the party and ask about bobby’s mystery girl, and even the host didn’t seem to have an idea. they checked in with everyone they knew, to no avail.

feeling defeated, bobby decided that okay, maybe it wasn’t just meant to be, y’know? it’s not like he deserved to find love anyway. not with the rate he was going in his love life, and how immature and insecure he already was. no need to drag another person into his mess. right?

so he was going to do what he could do: grab a cuppa, swallow the feelings and move on with life. he trudged on over to the first coffee shop he could spot and grumpily ordered a hot tea to go.

“oh, hey, it’s you.”

bobby blinked at the sound of a familiar voice, his pulse increasing with every second. he slowly raised his head to meet her eyes and it’s like the butterflies all over again. she smiled, “i didn’t expect to see you again. thanks for…y’know, the party.”

she was here.

“wow! it’s actually you!” he grinned widely. “and no worries. the guy was being a proper bellend.”

they shared a laugh.

“so,” she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and asked, “what can i get you?”

bobby gave her his order and watched as she punched in his order. to his surprise, she offered him the receipt.

he arched an eyebrow at her. “i didn’t pay yet.”

she winked at him. “on the house. anything, for my knight in shining armour.”

he couldn’t help the rising blush on his cheeks. bobby cleared his throat with a boyish grin, gesturing to the receipt. “thanks for this…” he glanced at her nameplate. “mc.”

so she was called mc.

mc.

what a nice name.

“i’m bobby, by the way.” he offered her his hand and she shook it, her wrist much slimmer than his. “nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you!” then, she shook her head. “and really, it’s my pleasure. i really didn’t know what i’d do without you.” she sighed. “he was awful. i didn’t even know they were going to be there!”

bobby frowned. “where were they going to take you?” he looked behind him. the coffee shop was relatively uncrowded today; for once, the universe seemed to be on his side. thank god it was a slow day.

“i honestly don’t even know,” she grimaced. “and i’m thankful i didn’t have to find out…” then, she shot him a grin. “so yeah, thanks again!”

“oh!” then, as if being struck by realization, she moved to take a cup. “uh, i’ll prepare your drink! you can take a seat over there while you wait.” she pointed to a nearby table for two.

“actually…” bobby swallowed down the growing lump in his throat. “do you mind if i just wait for it here? we could chat…for a bit?”

she beamed at him. “sure!”

while waiting for his drink, bobby found himself talking to her again over the counter, nothing much, just idle chatter about anything and everything under the sun, but bobby was happy about it anyway. he finally found her. the realization hadn’t quite sunken in yet, and he was happy to revel in her presence…that was, until mc’s phone suddenly rang in her pocket.

she smiled apologetically and pulled away momentarily from the conversation, taking a peek at the screen before scowling. she pocketed the phone and groaned.

noticing her sudden change in demeanor, bobby asks them, “what’s wrong?”

“they’re on their way here. again.”

his stomach fell at the sound of that. “they’re still tailing you?”

“i know, i know,” she bit their lip. “it’s honestly gotten even worse after the party and it’s making me think of quitting my job–“

“how much worse are we talking here?”

she cringed. “uh, following me home in their car type of worse?”

alarmed, bobby frowned. “and you didn’t think to call the police on the guy?!”

“bobby, i’m already scared shitless enough. i don’t need you lecturing me right now!”

he breathed out, then smiled at her. “look, it’s going to be fine.”

“ha!” she scoffed wryly. “you don’t know that.”

“i do know that.”

“how?” mc narrowed her eyes at him.

“because your fake boyfriend says so,” he says casually, making a show of staring at his hands when internally, he was already way into bricking it.

“i…” she stared at him incredulously. “what?”

“it worked last time, right?” bobby asked, leaning over the counter. “me pretending to be your boyfriend, that is.”

“but i don’t want to bother you any more than i already have–“

bobby scoffed. “you’re not, lass!”

“but–“

“look,” he started with a crooked grin, “if you really want to make it up to me, just buy me a cup of tea again and we’ll call it even, yeah?”

she worried her bottom lip. “…are you sure about this? because i genuinely don’t want to be a bother or anything like that.”

“i’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

mc stared at him. seeing the unwavering determination in his eyes, she sighed defeatedly. “okay.”

“okay?” he smiled.

“yeah,” she nodded.

for a moment, silence enveloped them both. bobby didn’t know what to do except sneak glances at her.

were they really doing this? even though he was the one who suggested it and she had accepted his offer, he worried that she was pushing herself.

before he could ask though, she spoke up, breaking the silence. “hey bobby?”

“yeah?”

she held out his cup of tea with a flourish. with a mischievous glint in her eye, she asked, “will you be my fake boyfriend?”

he laughed, taking the steaming cup, their fingertips brushed against each other, sending shivers down his spine.

with a knowing smile, he said, “anything for you, lass.”

—

bobby and mc go on a ton of “platonic” dates after that, majority of them in bobby’s favorite arcade. even after they successfully drove mc’s ex away, they continued spending every minute of their free time talking on the phone or hanging out, doing what it is they had planned for the day.

their feelings for each other grew with every day that passed. bobby was already into her, and it would be a lie if mc said she wasn’t equally attracted in him. but bobby was way too scared to make a move, and mc didn’t think he saw her as anything but a friend.

they were stuck in a conundrum of their own creation.

but it seemed love found its way, anyway.

their first kiss happened while they were messing around in the kitchen, flour covering their goofy faces bobby’s kitchen counter. bobby playfully gave her a nose boop and she responded with a kiss.

and just like that, they weren’t pretending anymore. there was no need to. not when they knew that what they had was real from the start.

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okay, wow. did not expect this was going to be a whole ass thing. i just rly love this cake boy sm 😭 what a man he is UGH

aight back to hopeless pining over this pixel man kbye

#love island the game #love island the game season 2 #litg #litg season 2 #litg bobby #litg fanfiction #bobby mckenzie #bobby mckenzie x mc

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boys like you — bobby mckenzie.

summary: despite only knowing him for a week, it never entered fallon’s mind that bobby might not be as genuine of a guy as she thinks he is. but that’s before the mean tweets challenge and now her mind is completely consumed with thoughts of him being a player.

pairing: bobby/mc, mentions of bobby/lottie

word count: 2424

note: i cannot even tell you how long this has been sitting in my drafts just collecting dust. but!! the release of s3 really gave me the inspiration to finally finish it and after some editing i’m pretty proud of it! pleeease go easy on me b/c it is my first bobby fic so if he’s ooc please tell me and i’ll work on it. anyway i hope you guys like it!! :)

The strings of words on the page before her blurred together as her mind continued to drift. She was stuck in a never ending cycle of rereading the same lines over and over again, her brain never quite able to comprehend their meaning. The unwarranted, dangerous thoughts seared through her as her eyes, once again, shifted to the gentle lapping of the clear pool water against the coping. On any other Spanish night the sound of tranquil water would’ve soothed her to no end but the claws of self doubt and anxiety had sunken into her too deeply and there was no way for her to return. She was at their mercy and she despised it.

A loud resigned sigh huffed between the redhead’s lips, her berry colored lipstick having faded from the nights earlier festivities. She tipped her head back until it rested on the lounge chair she sat upon as she attempted to relax and loosen her tight muscles. The days busy events of the ‘mean tweets challenge’ and two boys — Rocco and Lucas — being dumped from the island had successfully wound her up until her nerves were shot. Yes, she was admittedly a bit sad to see the latter leave the Villa so soon but she was not as concerned about that as she was the challenge.

Her belly fluttered and twisted painfully as the tweet plastered onto the board flashed behind her eyelids. The words “player” and “Bobby” were never ones she’d even considered putting together before that challenge; but suddenly the ginger couldn’t drive them from the forefront of her mind and the seed of doubt in her body couldn’t be unplanted. It had sprouted its roots into her gut and raised tiny red flags where they hadn’t been previously.

Before, the teasing and little touches with Lottie had been easily brushed aside, reassuring herself that they were only friends; Bobby was a very friendly and affectionate guy to begin with, so it came as no surprise he was the same with his mates. However, as the redhead watched the way his muscular arms wrapped up her friend, peppering kisses to the top of her head to comfort her as Rocco left the Villa behind, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering. Was it all platonic? Did he really need to kiss into her hair? Did that simple act of affection mean anything? The questions were never ending, bouncing and ricocheting off either side of her skull until a dull ache began to split across her forehead.

Just when she’d snapped her book shut, the pages thumping together harshly as she swung her legs off the side of the chair, a tanned and defined chest came into view. He was still dressed in one of those wacky printed button-downs that only he could pull off. Only four buttons were done up, the remaining ones popped open and left his delectable pectorals on display for everyone to admire. His freckled cheeks were tinged pink from probably one too many drinks and she kind of hated how good he looked; it made it all the more difficult to be a bit distant and leery of him — especially with the way he gazed down at her, hazel irises holding all the affection and tenderness in the world.

With downcast eyes, she watched his feet move until he settled onto the lounge chair beside hers. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his widely spread knees and he was close enough to reach out and touch. The twitch of his clasped fingers suggested that the same thought had flitted through his mind, so she was a bit disappointed when he didn’t move towards her.

“Hey,” Bobby murmured in his sweet Scottish twang that the redhead absolutely adored. “Fallon, are you feelin’ okay?”

Fiddling with the paper cover on the hardback book in her lap, Fallon hesitantly glanced upwards to look him in the face. God, he looked so, so pretty in his outlandish shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly — like the seams around the arms would burst and unravel. His short dreads were a little disheveled from who knows what and although all of his physical attributes were beautiful, Fallon was always utterly enamored by his eyes. They spoke the words he couldn’t illiterate, the vulnerability that he found it difficult to express oftentimes. As he looked at her by the pool that night, the twinge in her chest worsened because how could he be a player and look at her like that?

“I’m fine, love, I promise,” Fallon reassured and forced a smile that she hoped solidified the white lie she’d told.

Bobby cocked his head a bit to his right and studied her, his gaze flickered over the entire expanse of her face. She knew he could see straight through her; he always could. “Are you sure?” A mischievous, teasing smile stretched across his face. “Usually I can’t keep you off me, lass. Practically jumping my bones all t—“

Fallon’s foot knocked against his leg, shoving him back lightly as she laughed for the first time in a while. “That is so not true,” She giggled.

He beamed at the sound of her musical laughter, his lone dimple cratering itself deeply in the surface of his flushed cheek. He quirked a brow and his innocent grin morphed into a lopsided smirk, “S’not what it looked like this morning in the sh—“

“I will shove you in the pool, Bobby, I swear.”

Chortling, he caught her hand that had shot out to strike his shoulder and ran his thumb along her skin delicately. The playful pool-side atmosphere slowly filtered itself out as the couple fell into a few beats of silence and his smirk faded into something softer, something that Fallon quickly picked up as concernment. The gentle but firm squeeze he gave her significantly smaller hand had her heart thrumming a bit more heavily against her rib cage and she knew the conversation she had been dreading was looming over them. Truthfully, she had hoped their short moment of joking with one another had successfully diverted the focus off of the distance she’d put between them the entire day, but she should’ve known better; he was a person of validation, craving it to ease the insecurities in his mind from past relationships, so of course he’d picked up on her guarded behavior and wanted to fix it.

Dipping his head low, Bobby pressed the softest of kisses to each of her knuckles and she couldn’t help but watch in awe of the man across from her. His lips lingered against her last knuckle for a few seconds longer than the rest and with a cute nuzzle of his nose to the back of her hand, he rose back up to look at her properly. Vulnerability was written all over his normally smiling face, brows drawn together to form a tiny crease between them, and Fallon despised the fact that she was the cause of his worry.

“What did I do, lass?” He asked quietly, barely to even be heard over the lapping pool water.

The clear-cut sadness in his voice sent a ripple of a throbbing ache through Fallon’s chest. She suddenly felt really silly for worrying about that stupid tweet because how much could an absolute stranger know about someone they’d never met anyway? It was complete stupidity on her part for believing a random person on the internet over the man she was undoubtedly falling for after only eight days.

Fallon set her book aside and dropped Bobby’s hand just long enough to move to the lounge chair opposite her, sitting so close to him that every inch from their knees to their hips touched. She pressed her cheek against his left shoulder as their hands found each other’s again, digits slotting together like they were drawn back by an invisible force.

“It’s dumb, really,” She admitted shyly, a tinge of shame coating each word. “I feel stupid for worrying about it.”

“M’sure it’s not dumb.” He shifted his body to face her a bit more, his free hand cupping her jaw reassuringly. “I never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about how you feel.”

She tilted her head to the side and pushed her lips to the warm skin on the inside of his wrist where his hand held her cheek. “I know,” She hummed softly. “I just… I dunno why I didn’t pull you aside to chat about it. I guess I just needed some time to clear my head. Figure out what I wanted to say and how to say it.”

Bobby’s heart plunged dangerously low. The cogs in his head whirred startlingly fast as he immediately assumed the worst. He wore his fear and insecurity plainly on his freckled face and Fallon instantly squeezed his hand, beginning to backtrack before the poor Scottish boy had a heart attack.

“Hey,” She whispered as his hand dropped from her cheek. “I’m sure it’s nothing, okay? It’s just about that stupid challenge…”

Her soft, musical voice trailed off and loud bursts of laughter from somewhere in the Villa carried across the lawn to fill the deafening silence. The ginger haired girl studied the side of Bobby’s face and watched as his slender fingers slid over his plump bottom lip. His dark brows scrunched together in contemplation, recalling the mean tweets they’d read earlier in the day before realization dawned on his face. When he turned his face to look at her again, there was a subtle glint of disbelief twinkling in his amber colored eyes.

“Ah. The infamous player tweet, huh?” His bare knee knocked against hers and a small amused grin ghosted across his mouth in spite of himself. “You know me. Player is my middle name.”

Fallon’s stomach twisted and she was sure her expression mirrored the irritation she felt. Moving her leg away from where it was pressed against his, she pulled her body up off the lounge chair with a frustrated sigh but she didn’t make it very far. She’d taken maybe half a step towards the villa when his warm fingers latched onto hers, gently tugging her back.

In his haste to get her to stay, Bobby had quickly stood up to catch her. The hand that wasn’t softly stroking over her knuckles came up to rest on her jaw, tilting her head up slightly to meet his gaze. Fallon felt a tug at her heart when she saw how alarmed and afraid he looked, a vulnerability that she caught quick glimpses of in only the mere week they’d known each other. It made her physically ache to consider the woman before her and what she had said or done to make him feel so afraid to lose what they’d built together.

Her resolve softened and her very short-lived irritation melted away; she could never stay upset with Bobby for long. It was like attempting to be mad at a puppy—a physically impossible feat.

“That is why I’m upset about it,” Fallon said quietly, making a conscious effort to keep her voice calm and level. “You keep cracking jokes about it but it’s not funny to me.”

His pretty, freckled face pinched in shame at the prospect of his thoughtless actions hurting her the entire day. “M’ sorry, lass,” He murmured. “It's just the idea of me being a player is so off-base that I thought it was funny. I forget sometimes we’ve only known each other for a week and you wouldn’t really know that about me.”

The redhead’s stare fell to the exposed skin of his chest where the top buttons were popped undone. She found herself instinctively tracing the clusters of freckles scattered along his sternum, collarbones, and pectorals—as if it were second nature and she’d been doing it her whole life; maybe she had been in another life and the familiarity of it bled into the one she was living.

When Fallon spoke again, she noted how her voice sounded tired. “You should’ve just told me that instead of laughing about it.” And then even weaker— “I was starting to believe that maybe you were just playing the game after all.”

Bobby’s thumb stroked along the curve of her cheekbone attentively. “Hey,” He hummed and the tenderness in the way his Scottish twang caressed that one word was enough to draw tears to her waterline. “Hey, baby, look at me.”

Embarrassment crept onto her cheeks and she felt her sun kissed skin burn against the palm of his hand but she obliged and the second her watery blue eyes peered up at him, all rounded out and doe-like, he felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. His brows scrunched together and his heart tugged. Seeing her cry because of him was absolute torture.

“I’d be the dumbest bloke around if I screwed us up.” The tip of his thumb caught the one stray tear that slipped over the rim of her lower lash line and he dipped lower to kiss it away. “I decree that you let me see that pretty smile of yours right now.”

The tiniest of smiles quirked up the corner of Fallon’s lips at his silly decree and Bobby frowned, clearly unsatisfied.

His expression softened into a loose smirk that reeked of mischief and the glint in his pretty eyes had her stomach flipping in anticipation. “Shame. I guess this calls for more extreme measures.”

With a brow arched in confusion, she started to curiously ask what these extreme measures were but the question died in her throat when he stooped to press his forehead against hers. The pace of her heart picked up in her chest and she was pretty certain she was holding her breath until the tip of his nose bumped hers. Fallon’s breathy, blissful laugh filled the silence between them and his grin only grew wider as nuzzled her nose with his, back and forth a few times like an Eskimo kiss.

For a few content moments, her eyes fell shut and the worry weighing her down lifted. Bobby’s gentle Scottish lilt whispering a cheeky ‘boop’ had her lashes fluttering and she was met with one of his radiant smiles. There was no doubt in her mind that his smiles could rival those of the sun.

A boy like him with sunshine for smiles could never be a player. He was sunshine embodied and he was the sweetest, most beautiful boy she’d ever known.

#bobby mckenzie #bobby mckenzie imagine #litg bobby #bobby mckenzie x mc #litg bobby x mc #love island the game #litg s2 #litg #litg imagine #litg bobby imagine #bobby x mc #litg fanfic #love island the game fanfic #love island the game imagine

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lovelylilies · 4 years

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A Perfect Storm (Lucas Koh x MC)

Summary: MC is coupled with Bobby and all it takes for that spark to fizzle out is a storm. The quiet heartbreak that comes with realizing you have no future with someone. Everyone hates the rain and it makes MC sad. Well, almost everyone. Lucas x MC. Implied Bobby x MC

Word Count: Like 1k, I wrote this after midnight, I have no clue.

A/N: Wrote this because I was turned off Bobby during the whole rain episode and it's why I decided to finishing the game off with Lucas. Yes, I am that flip floppy.

It's raining.

It's been so long since you've seen rain.

Everyone is ducking for cover, rushing into the villa, and you stare at the ripples that flood the pool, vaguely aware of Bobby dragging you inside.

"C'mon, we're going to get soaked," he yells, voice barely breaking through your trance. With a gentle shake of your head, you let him drag you inside, his warm fingers laced with yours and you feel so cold, so so cold.

Inside the villa, the Islanders are grumbling. Lottie and Bobby, in particular, are very vocal of their distaste for the change in weather. As they rant and rave, you pry your hand from Bobby's grip, and he doesn't even spare you a glance. The villa is frigid and your hair stands on its end as you watch everyone fuss.

Lucas catches your eye, frowning as you curl into yourself. You flash him a slight smile, before turning away to focus on the main conversation.

"How could anyone like this weather?"

The question hits you, a bullet finding its bullseye. Your entire body tenses as you turn directly to Bobby. "What's wrong with the rain?"

He looks at you, incredulous, and you refuse to shrink back under his stare.

"It's rain," he speaks slowly, and you frown, causing him to frown in turn.

You straighten, brushing a strand of your soaked hair from your face.

"I like the rain."

Lucas.

You turn to face him as he moves to your side, resting his hand so that it barely brushes the small of your back. It surprises you to see just how much he towers over Bobby. His shoulders are tensed and he stands with his legs parted ever so slightly.

You wonder what will happen if you let this carry on.

"I'm going back outside," you mutter, turning away from the glances of your fellow islanders. Chelsea watches you warily, searching for your reason of escape with a touching amount of worry. You give her the slightest shake of your head and pull open the door.

The rain has only gotten heavier. It falls in sheets, dropping as if a barbell someone has just let go of. You step out of the cover of the villa.

Warmth clings to you, each drop hugging you with days worth of sunshine. The goosebumps that had coated your skin ease away under the rain's embrace and you take a few more steps forward.

A smile graces your face.

How can anyone hate something so utterly pure?

The rain has been your comfort for as long as you can remember. It rained the day you failed your first test, an English test from elementary school, and you walked home without an umbrella, soaking it in. When everyone but your parents forgot your birthday, the rain fell by your side reminding you that misery loves company. You nearly dropped out of university while it rained, and you let the water dilute your misery and take in all your fears and insecurities.

Some of the most pivotal moments in your life happened while it rained.

But that could never be the only reason you love when it rains. Your life was not a case study on pathetic fallacy.

You love the rain because it brings life to the earth, and in turn it brings life to your soul.

Reaching your fingers to the sky, you sigh deeply, and let your body relax. All the stress of Love Island falls into the background as you are consumed in the purity and bliss of the tropical storm. Drops splatter against your closed eyelids. You breath deeply.

When the next recoupling comes, you will not be by Bobby's side.

The thought is sudden, but you know it is true. It's not as if you don't care for him, in another life you could be happy together, in another life you'd fall in love with him at every turn.

This is not that life.

Bobby is a wonderful person, but he does not stand his ground where it matters and he does not know when his words scream in silent rejection. He does not communicate where it matters and he bathes in his insecurities.

This is not the first time you've thought about it. From day one, you'd wondered if you'd made the right choice. He'd seemed like your type, caring, good spirited, and always willing to joke around. But the more time you spent with him,the more you realized you'd never be able to love him the way he wanted you to.

You don't know why.

With a sigh, your arms fall to your sides, and you let your head drop to tuck into your chest. You lower yourself to the soaked ground, curling your legs into yourself so you can move your chin to rest on your knees.

The rain does not let up.

You don't care.

Someone sits down beside you.

You don't look up.

"I've always liked the rain."

Lucas.

"It's peaceful, the whole world slows to a stop and it's just you and nature."

You tilt your head to face him, finding him watching you with inquisitive eyes. His jaw is unclenched and his lips are parted ever so slightly. The rain rolls down the sides of his face, and then his arms that are splayed behind him to carry the burden of his weight.

You meet his eyes.

"My mum thinks it's because it rained when I was born. I think it's because the rain brings time to a stand still. Anything is possible in the rain," he murmurs, eyes darting around your face.

You pause, breathing in the moment. "Everything is overwhelming until you stand in the rain and realize just how small you are in the grand scheme of things."

Lucas frowns ever so slightly, a soft furrow decorating his brows.

"You are anything but small."

"I feel so small and out of control," you whisper, "but maybe I should change that."

You uncurl yourself and stand, holding you hand to Lucas.

"Dance with me," you say, the words dripping from your lips like a prayer.

He watches you for a moment and you hold your ground. A soft smile graces his lips as he wraps his large hand around yours and you pull him to stand. You maneuver your hand so to interlock your fingers and you breathe in his warmth. His free hand comes to hold your waist, ghosting over your bare skin and pulling you close. In turn, you rest your hand on his chest and gently bring him to sway.

You've never danced in the rain with a partner.

Why have you never done this before?

You lower your head so it rests against his chest, the soaked sides of his button up grazing your cheeks. Almost instantly you melt into him, unwilling to look up so you can meet his eyes. In turn, he rests his chin atop your head.

"Thank you for this," you breathe into him, before lifting your head to watch him with care.

The look in his eyes sends you heart racing and your breath hitches. It's not the first time he's had this sort of affect on you, but it's certainly the first time you've allowed yourself to bask in it. You soak in his longing and the rain.

"Bobby was worried about you," he starts, trailing through each word. "You should check in with him."

Everything shatters around you, pulling you from the moment and sending chills down your spine. But you don't move.

"I should." You don't bother prying yourself from his hold. "But I'd rather stay here with you."

"I'd like that."

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queen-of-boops · 1 year

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Are You The One?: If your perfect match was right in front of you, would you even notice? Twenty sexy singles have undergone rigorous compatability testing in their quest for love. They will spend the next ten weeks getting to know each other in an attempt to answer the question: Are you the one? (completed, 23k, Henrik x MC)

Choppy Waters: Harry and Piper won Love Island one year ago and it's been anything but smooth sailing. (completed, 11k, Harry x MC)

Dead to Rights: 1940s Chicago. It's a place ruled by the dueling McKenzie and Doyle families. The mafia has the entire city under it's thumb, the rivialry between the families the only thing that endangers their seemingly unlimited power. Detective Elizabeth Barnes has the potential to change all that. But when she goes deep undercover inside the McKenzie crime family, the black and white lines she's used to define her morals start to blur. (completed, 30 k, Bobby x MC)

Deep Dive: There are three things Quinn Andrews knows with absolute certainty. 1) Levi Hastings might just be the most arrogant prick she's ever met. 2) Unfortunately, he's also insanely hot and even better in bed. 3) There is absolutely no way she could ever, ever fall in love with him ...Right? (completed, 50.5k Levi x MC)

Diamond in the Rough: Kinsley De Luca is, simply put, a thief. She relies on her own instincts and skills to get ahead in life. But when she runs into a handsome stranger in the middle of a job, things have the potential to get very complicated. (completed, 9k, Roberto x MC)

Leather and Lace: Lucas Koh, Billionaire Playboy. It's a well-deserved title that Lucas has been sure to maintain. But the world, and his father, have other plans. (completed, 28k, Lucas x MC)

Like No One's Watching: Ozzy Singh is on a pursuit to find the one. He's confident that he'll know her when he sees her, that everything will fall into perfectly into place. But he forgot to take something into account: this is Love Island and nothing is ever that easy. (completed, 92k, Ozzy x MC)

Panem et Circuses: Ladies and Gentlemen... welcome to the 74th annual Hunger Games. (completed, 28k, Gary x MC)

Too Hot To Handle: Bri thinks she's signed herself up for a brand new dating show full of sun, sand, and more boys than she can get her hands on. Little does she know, this isn't just any dating show, this is Too Hot To Handle. The rules of the show are simple: no kissing, no sexual touching, no self-gratification, and no sex of any kind. It's going to be a long, hard summer. (In progress, unknown x MC)

Truly, Madly, Deeply: Bobby McKenzie wasn't sure if he would find love on the island, that is until he met Katie Wicker. Will his own issues stop him from experiencing romance? (completed, 95k, Bobby x MC)

Uninhibited: There's something about vacation that makes you want to let loose, to get rid of the standards you use in your day-to-day life. And this trip is no exception. (completed, 76k, multiple pairings)

Wild Child: From the moment his eyes meet hers across the crowded club, Henrik knows that Autumn is special. He just has no idea how true that statement really is. (completed, 34.5k, Henrik x MC)

Zero Hour : Jake's life has been aimless for as long as he can remember. And then two things happened: he meet Miss Gwendolyn Thorne and the Germans started the largest war anyone has ever known. (completed, 19k, Jake x MC)

#litg #litg masterlist #chaptered fics

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boopiest-of-boops · 4 years

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Location, Location, Location

request: Awesome! Could I make one where Bobby and MC go looking for houses together after the finale?? My MC’s name is Galileo and she’s a drummer lol here you go @bobbyisbabey

warning: none lol, just some cute fluff and house hunting

note: this was actually so short but cute, i hope you like it!

word count: 1,075 words

Even before they both won love island, they had promised that they would buy a house with each other as soon as they got out of the villa. But, it did help they got the cash prize and could now put all that money to buying a house.

They had both agreed earlier on that they didn't want those big flashy houses that previous love island contestants had. Bobby had requested a cosy kitchen that was not too big and not too small but was just perfect. Whilst Galileo had requested for a room that was soundproof to keep her drum set safe and to make sure she didn't annoy Bobby with her playing, (but he had told her countless of times he'd never get annoyed because "you're doing what you love").

They'd promised themselves they would not go on another t.v series after love island. That meant no live t.v talk shows and no press. Because honestly, both of them had enough of the spotlight.

So, when they both began to shoot for their episode of "Location, Location, Location" it surprised even themselves.

"We are so impulsive," spoke Galileo to Bobby as they walked up to the hosts of the show.

"I don't even remember applying," mumbled Bobby.

"Hi, I'm Kristie Alsopp," spoke the host with a smile.

"Phil Spencer," spoke the other host with a grin.

"Galileo and Bobby," spoke Bobby politely as he shook her hand.

"We'll be airing soon, so..."

And then the hosts began to explain exactly what they would do. The general basics of the show 'Location, Location, Location' was that they would view six houses. Three of them would be shown by one host whilst the other three would be shown by the other. They'd ask questions about the type of house both of them wanted as they walked around the houses and it was like a generic house hunt except camera's would be following them. But was that really anything new to Galileo and Bobby? I mean, they'd spent practically a month in the Villa with microphones strapped to them along with camera's following their every move.

"Welcome to the sunny seaside of Cornwall!" said Kristine with a smile to the camera before she turned to the couple, "so, what are you two looking for in a house?"

Bobby looked at Galileo, moving his head in a way to show that she could answer the question for them both.

"Uh, well... I'm a drummer so there has to be at least one soundproof room in the house for when I practise," spoke Galileo, trying to pretend the cameras weren't there (which wasn't actually that hard, she'd had practice), "and Bobby and I both want a somewhat large kitchen for us to be able to cook in together."

"Hm," spoke Kristie, "ok, and how many bedrooms?"

the couple looked to each other, shrugging slightly before they turned back to Kristie and Bobby spoke, "uh well, we think three is like an average number."

"And what's your budget?"

"Around £350,000 to £450,000," spoke Galileo, "we aren't looking for anything too big."

"And the location?" spoke Kristie.

"We aren't that fussed," spoke Galileo, "but maybe somewhere in London?"

"Well, looks like we got some work to do, guys," spoke Kristie with a rehearsed smile, before walking with them, "come on guys!"

The houses were all nice. Galileo would give them that, but none of them felt like a house she would live in. Kristie was lovely, of course. She was good at helping both of them with the house hunt as she kept asking helpful questions.

Soon, it was Philips turn and he drove them to the outskirts of London which didn't look as busy as they assumed it would be. In all honesty, the location was perfect for both of them. There were still their usual shops, but they had there own little area where they could just be them. And it didn't hurt that the house was a cute cottage.

Both of them realised that this was the final house they would be viewing, and they weren't mad about it because the house was gorgeous. It was a two-story cottage with well-insulated walls, along with a shed at the back that was already a music room that had been left there by the previous owners. What was even better was that there was a little chicken coop that made Bobby grin like a child.

"Think about it, Lass!" he said with a large grin, "chickens!"

"And there's a music shed!" she responded with a smile.

"It's practically perfect!" she said with excitement.

"It is perfect," spoke bobby with a smile as he wrapped his arm around her waist, "like you."

She blushed slightly before snuggling into his side, "you're cute."

He smiled at her before poking her nose lightly and letting out a quiet, "boop."

She laughed at him before they both walked outside to meet Philip again.

"So?" he asked, towards them, projecting his voice for the microphones to hear, "how was it?"

"the inside is amazing," spoke Bobby with a grin, "I think we found our perfect house."

Philip let out a cry of success, "Yes!"

And, it actually did turn out to be the perfect house, because almost a week later Galileo had posted on her Instagram story a boomerang of her jumping in front of the house with the caption "home sweet home!"

And they really did mean it when they said home sweet home because even before you stepped in the house, there was a sweet-smelling aroma wafting around the house. And if you ventured out to the small quaint garden you'd hear the clucking of hens and roosters (which had all been named by Bobby).

"I still can't believe you named a chicken Jerald," snorted Galileo as they put the cookies into the oven.

"Why wouldn't I?" spoke Bobby, "it's a great name."

"Sure," she laughed with a smile.

The two stood there for a moment in silence before they stared out the kitchen window into the garden, Galileo let out a quiet, "it's perfect.... home sweet home."

"Anywhere is perfect with you, Lass," said Bobby as he nuzzled his face into her neck, placing a sweet and short kiss there, "because you'd be there with me,"

"You big sop," she said with a quiet laugh.

"Your big sop," he corrected.

"My big sop," she smiled.

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