#litg rohan x mc

[whatisreggieshortfor]

My Brother’s Keeper

Rohan x MC

Foster just wants to care for her autistic brother. Her parents are so sure she needs them to set her up to find someone that will love her that way. Too bad they don’t understand her or her brother.

@justtuesdays @csmicletters @rebelrayne

I hope I did this justice 😭

Foster had been described a lot of ways by people in her life.

Her mates described her as protective, softhearted, witty, sharp tongued. She was who they turned to when they needed someone to listen.

Her parents called her hardworking, social, driven, compassionate. She was who they turned to when they needed help.

Her exes complained she was closed off, too narrow focused, stubborn, a type A personality. They would say she never let herself rely on them.

Her exes and her parents had one thought in common- they believed she used her little brother as an excuse, a shield to keep away intimacy and vulnerability, a way to keep people- and romantic prospects- from getting too close.

Her mates had a different line of thinking. They believed that Stevie was more Foster’s final test for a companion. Not out of a place of malice, or even awareness. None of them thought Foster had any idea she did it, but if someone wanted to be in her life and they thought Stevie was a problem or obstacle in the way, then they were never around long enough to matter.

Because Stevie is autistic.

He had needs special to him that had to be met, and Foster was never nervous or agitated about meeting those needs. Their parents tried, they really did. But she was twelve when he was born and sort of just became his person. Like he was a baby duck and imprinted on her. When she was old enough and got a job that required her to relocate, her parents couldn’t handle the meltdowns he’d have not seeing her every day. So she offered, filed the paperwork when they agreed, and became his guardian.

Foster’s mates had been taken aback when they had visited her flat and her younger brother was suddenly taking up residence in the second bedroom, but her best mate wasn’t. Rohan had been the only one she told before the paperwork was filed, and he had volunteered to assist in moving Stevie’s belongings. None of them were bothered, they had met Stevie several times and adored him. Even when he struggled, they were understanding. Her mates understood that she was his lifeline, the only other person he was ever comfortable around was Rohan- they joked it was the hazard of knowing Foster as long as he had.

Their parents would visit, video call, phone them- they tried to make sure Stevie knew that he was still their son, whether they understood him or not. For him it was just part of the routine Foster helped him establish.

But their mum and dad were also convinced that she would never end up married if Stevie always depended on her- they didn’t pay attention to the fact that she didn’t care what they wanted for her. Convinced it was the only way she’d end up happy, her parents decided they needed to set her up. And what better place than their cousin’s wedding? He was a good man, marrying a well-to-do woman. They were sure that her friend would be perfect.

Foster hadn’t wanted to go. Not only did Stevie have trouble with traveling, but she didn’t care for their cousin.

Or more specifically, she didn’t care for his bride.

Lucas was a gentleman through and through, he never pressured her or got annoyed for choosing to care for Stevie and take his comfort into account rather than to go out and have fun. But his bride-to-be had always made it known that she didn’t care for children, especially those that could misbehave. Foster’s parents never saw an issue with her, only seeing her at family events where she had her best face on, but Hope never went near anyone under fifteen.

Where Lucas never flinched at hearing or seeing Stevie stim, Foster had seen his fiancé glare silently in her seat. She wasn’t sure what the woman would do if he couldn’t stay quiet during the big day. Regardless of her parents wishes, she was going to stay home. Lucas and Rohan had convinced her that it would be okay, Lucas would help her where he could, and Rohan would take care of things at home for them.

So she prepared. Stevie’s headphones were put in his bag, the spare set put in hers. Stevie rechecked the bags she packed three times, once each day leading to their departure. Foster watched as he did his best to remain calm as they started the drive, they had gone over everything they needed to know, and Rohan was taking care of the plants Stevie cared for every day.

Waking up at the hotel Lucas had booked for them, Foster sighed to herself. Stevie didn’t like new places- he had thrown the pillowcase off his pillow, he didn’t like the way it felt. His bag was emptied, his things set in the closest relative places they would be at home. But he was awake, he wasn’t unhappy, and he let her help him prepare for the wedding.

They sat near the back though they were early, she knew he didn’t appreciate crowds, and she would much rather be at home with Rohan than to watch her stuffy aunt and uncle parade her cousin around, but she didn’t get a choice. Nearly as soon as they sat down, a man occupied the seat next to her, essentially ignoring the large number of empty seats. “You must be Foster.”

She blinked, glad he at least chose to sit on her side away from her brother, but confused how he knew her name, “I am. If you’re looking for Lucas-“

“No,” the man grinned, he almost looked like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do, but it was obviously strained after a moment when she didn’t seem to recognize him through his posturing, “I’m Reese. Your mum wanted us to meet.”

She cringed internally, remembering how her parents demanded she give him a better chance than she had her exes. They kept emphasizing she couldn’t stay single forever. If only they knew, “Right. Good to meet you.” As more people filled the room, she became more aware of Stevie shifting uncomfortably next to her, so she directed her attention to him. Ensuring his noise cancelling headphones were in place, she turned back but Reese was gone. She couldn’t dwell on it as the wedding began, she had to focus to keep him calm.

But the room was crowded.

Stevie’s clothes made him itchy.

The seven or eight year old girl of the couple next to him kept trying to take his comfort toy- a stuffed triceratops Foster had bought him as a toddler.

She tried to calm him down, muttering lowly as to not disturb the others in attendance as she helped him count out the windows, focus on the patterns he could observe as he usually did to relax-

But then the girl finally slipped his toy from his hands, and Stevie had let out an instinctual yell as it slid from his grasp.

Foster didn’t think twice, snatching the dinosaur back and letting him tug it into his chest, eyes narrowed when the couple tried to glare her way at the disturbance.

The minister had halted his speech, all eyes in the room shifting to look at the two of them and she wished they would stop. Stevie hated having eyes on him. Lucas, bless her cousin, cleared his throat and insisted that they continue, but his bride had other plans.

“Not until that’s over.” Hope snapped, sneering at the groom, “I told you I wasn’t a fan of kids attending fancy things, they don’t care.”

Lucas pulled back like she’d slapped him, repulsion clear on his face, “Stevie is doing his best.”

“Sure, whatever.” She pursed her lips, “You promised me this would go off without a hitch, it was the only reason I let you invite them.”

Several of the guests were still turning to look at Foster as Stevie began to rock in his seat, she finally got him to look at her, “Want to go outside? We can watch the clouds.”

He didn’t nod exactly, but he jumped to his feet with his toy still clutched to his chest, and she followed him out, shooting Lucas an apologetic look as they went.

She hadn’t been sure how the rest of the ceremony went, finding a field for Stevie to lie in with a clear view of the fluff drifting over their heads. Eventually people started drifting out of the church, some glaring at them as they went, but some seemed to be shooting grateful looks their way. She noticed the former must’ve been from Hope’s side, while the latter she recognized from Lucas’s side. Their parents emerged eventually, both nearly red faced as they started to stomp their way over, but Lucas flew past them and scooped Foster into a hug, “Bloody hell, thank you so much.”

She blinked, entirely unsure what she was being thanked for, “For interrupting your wedding?”

“For giving me the reason to cancel my wedding.”

“I’m sorry- what??” Her eyes widened, disbelief flooding her features as he smiled far too largely for the news he shared.

Lucas just shook his head, “You know I don’t want kids, neither does Hope, and I thought that was a good sign for us. But she actually just can’t stand to be around children- especially any like Stevie, and I love the little guy too much to marry someone that talks about him the way she was.”

She nodded, still not understanding exactly what happened, “So what now?”

Lucas shrugged, “Reception is still paid for. We go have a drink and dance- I’ve got a room set up for Stevie in the hall we rented. Standard things he likes- food specified for him, those history channel shows on the Telly he loves on dvd.”

Foster had just finished listening to a forty five minute ramble on the intricacies or pro wrestling when she felt a tug on her sleeve, turning to see Stevie, “Every day at three o clock.”

“What?” Reese cocked his head, somehow looking annoyed that someone was stealing his limelight, “What does he mean every day at three o clock?”

She shushed the man beside her, redirecting all her attention to her younger brother, “Were you supposed to do something today at three?”

“Every day at three o clock.” The boy fidgeted, glancing around like he was looking for something, “Every day at three o clock! It’s nearly three- I’m gonna be late!”

“I understand.” She offered firmly, but softly, understanding without the strength to scare him, “I know you don’t like questions, but you need to help me understand what happens every day at three o clock.” She had schedule memorized, but Lucas had talked her into a drink, and then she needed two or three more to deal with Reese’s non stop ego talk.

“Cat. Every day at three o clock. I need to feed the cat- the cat is always there! I need to feed the cat.”

She smiled, hands hovering in front of her to show she wouldn’t touch him, before she gave him a gentle reminder, “Someone is feeding the cat, remember? We wouldn’t let that poor stray starve just because you aren’t home.” Pulling out her phone, she realized the time was two fifty eight as she opened a video call, the flat they shared immediately coming into view, “Hey, Rohan! You know what time it is, right?”

The dark haired man’s beaming smile didn’t fade as he laughed at the check up call, “I am opening the cat food right this second,” he flipped the camera to show the can opener latched onto a half opened can of wet cat food, a familiar dish sitting next to it, “I have the bowl Stevie bought for him, I’m going to put it exactly two feet away from the wall centered behind the rubbish bin under the fire escape. Stevie, you are welcome to stay on the call and watch it happen.” He didn’t ask if he wanted to watch the simple action of a cat being fed. He gave him the option, open ended, and left it up to Stevie to decide.

Neither were surprised when he didn’t take the phone, but watched with an intensity as Rohan put the food into the bowl and began carrying it outside. She resisted the urge to reach out, as she would for anyone else, when his shoulders started to rock forward and back, the time was two fifty nine. At exactly three o clock, they watched as he set the bowl under the fire escape, centered behind the rubbish bin, measured and marked two feet from the wall. And they saw the stray cat edge out from behind forgotten scrap piles in the alley, cautiously approaching the man he didn’t know, before recognizing the bowl and hurrying forward. “Thanks, love.”

“Thank you.” Stevie echoed.

“No problem, little dude. Enjoy your day, if you want to call again at seven, I’ll be here to water the plants. Swear, I’m following the schedule to a T. You can catch me up on the big day.”

As soon as the call ended, Stevie was directing himself back out of the crowded room they were in, and she watched him meander down the corridor to the room Lucas had set up for him.

Only for an annoyed voice to cut into her attention, “Love?” Reese scoffed, “Bit familiar to address a friend, innit?”

Foster snorted, “Maybe, but how else do you address the person you’ve been dating for two years?”

Reese was gobsmacked, staring at her like she’d grown two heads, “Wha-“

She waved her hand, “Yeah, yeah, my parents wanted to set us up. But it’s not because of me being single, it’s because they refuse to acknowledge that my boyfriend understands my brother and loves him as much as I do. They think I need to find someone that loves me despite Stevie. Not including him. And that’s where we differ.” She shrugged stifling a laugh as the man stomped away. She didn’t feel the need to explain, even though she would when prompted. Lucas understood, because he loved Stevie just as much. Her mates understood, because again they loved Stevie just as much. But Rohan had always been her best mate. Despite the feelings she had spent years smothering inside, she never let them bubble to the surface until she had seen it one day.

Stevie had been having a terrible day. They needed to take the tram because her car had died, people kept getting too close and bumping into him, his dinosaur had gotten wet when someone spilled juice on it at the café they had stopped at for lunch, the waitress had given him mango slices instead of apple slices and he bit into it without looking as he counted the tiles in the ceiling. He hated the texture of mangos, too slimey. She wasn’t sure what she could do, what could be done.

And then Rohan had gotten the text about it, showing up at her flat without her ever uttering the request. He distracted Stevie with the DVR’d episodes of How the States Got Their Shapes he’d recorded for them to watch together, giving Foster time to wash his triceratops and prepare food that he would eat. And when she finally made it back to the living room, she saw Stevie- eyes still focused on the tv- reaching and gently resting his hand on top of Rohan’s. She had nearly dropped the plate, surprised to see him touching anyone else. Rohan had stiffened, imperceptible to Stevie, and glanced back at her with nearly teary eyes.

That was when she knew.

Because yes, admittedly she used Stevie’s attachment to her as a shield, a test, but not to keep people away.

But to keep him protected.

Foster always knew that she would go to the ends of the Earth for Stevie, so anyone that wanted to be in her life needed to be able to be in his.

Rohan had been in her life nearly as long as Stevie had, ten years compared to his twelve, and he treated her brother like his own. He helped her find everything she needed for guardianship, he would babysit during the seldom times she needed to go to the office for work, and he learned the boy’s schedule by heart so that he could help him get through the day.

So when he made a move that night, after Stevie had fallen asleep holding his hand, Rohan had originally only given her a hug and promised to always be there when she needed a shoulder to lean on.

Somehow the lines got blurred in that talk and they ended up confessing to each other in the same breath, but she would never look back.

Because Rohan was exactly what she wanted, exactly what her brother needed, and everything in between.

Masterlist

[0shewrites0]

about me |

Hi, I’m Rae! This blog is all about LITG (and maybe a little TVD & RC sometimes too) 🤍

ao3 name |

SweetlikeCinnam0n

The reason behind that?

fav islanders of seasons 1-8 |

🦋 S1// Levi, Tim & Rohan

🦋 S2// Lucas, Kassam, Carl & Gary

🦋 S3// Seb, Harry & Ciaran

🦋 S4// Will, Oliver & Youcef

🦋 S6// Lewie, Toby

🦋 S7// Alex, Joyo

🦋 S8// Jin, Kyle

chat to your fav LI’s | overview

💬 There are Bobby, Bruno, Gary, Lucas, Will, Oliver and many more (to come)!

💬 a little tutorial on how it works

fanfics | LITG

📝 Lucas x Sienna - I’m Yours (completed)

📝 Kassam x Aaliyah - Seamless (completed)

📝 Eddie x Liv - if not today, maybe tomorrow (HIATUS)

📝 Lucas x MC - A Fine Line Between Hate And Love (one shot about Elisa entering the Villa on Day 20)

📝 Lucas x MC/Lucas x Blake - crossroads (completed)

📝 Toby x MC - It was meant to be you (s6 finale rewrite / one shot)

📝 Alex x MC - liquid gold (s7 villa fic, ongoing)

📝 Alex x MC - a thief and a liar (s7 Christmas AU two chapter fic)

📝 Jin x MC - rainbow (s8 one shot, part I of Tempting Fate, vol I)

📝 Jin x MC - cotton candy clouds (s8 one shot, part II of Tempting Fate, vol I)

fanfics | RC

📝 Malbonte x MC (HS/HS2) - Dead of Night (ongoing)

📝 Amen x Evthys (SCN) - his neferut (one shot)

prompts |

🍀 All Your Lies - prompt: Lie Detector Test || Kassam x Aaliyah

🍀 Too Many Maybe’s - prompt: the recoupling where Eddie doesn’t want to waste his time with MC 😭 || Eddie x MC

🍀 A Bite Of Your Love - prompt: monthly prompt competition on r/LITGFanFiction on Reddit || Youcef x MC

🍀 One More Chance - prompt: the one that got away / returning!Lucas (part of the litg s2 tumblr gift exchange) || Lucas x MC

🍀 The Heart Wants What It Wants - prompt: rewriting Operation Nope || Gary x MC

🍀 Of moss irises and monochrome worlds - prompt: all things Christmas || Ciaran x MC (part of the litg discord Christmas gift exchange)

🍀 Like salt and pepper - prompt: friends to lovers || Tai x MC (part of the monthly prompt competition on Reddit r/LITGFanFiction)

🍀 burgundy in my veins - prompt: mermaid AU / soulmates || Rohan x MC (part of the litgff discord trope roulette)

🍀 the ghost of you - prompt: write something for Oliver (anon ask) || Oliver x MC (READ THE TAGS ON AO3!!)

asks & requests |

📩 What life with Kassam would look like

📩 Song lyrics/quotes that remind me of I’m Yours and Seamless

📩 Would Will (s4) and Lucas get along?

📩 Does Lucas deserve to be cheated on by MC with r!Henrik?

📩 Suresh & Hazeem’s last names

📩 Lucas dating an insecure girl - what would that look like?

📩 Yandere Lucas ??

📩 Henrik as the best man at Lucas’s wedding 🥹

📩 what’s up with Lucas’s disaster recoupling speech and is he worse than Rahim?

📩 Would Lucas date someone who’s into pastel goth aesthetic?

📩 Lucas x MC diagnosed with ADHD

📩 yandere!Lucas x MC

📩 yandere!Klaus Mikaelson x human fem reader hc’s

📩 yandere!Klaus Mikaelson x reader pregnant w/ Hope

📩 21st century non-hybrid yandere!Klaus Mikaelson

📩 request: Tai x MC - Like salt and pepper

📩 request: Oliver x MC - the ghost of you

more fun stuff |

✨ Kassam’s moodboard & face claim

✨ Aaliyah’s moodboard

✨ Aaliyah & Kassam - art

✨ I’m Yours moodboard (Lucas x Sienna)

✨ theory: Why Lucas brings back Blake

✨ moodboard: crossroads (Raven)

✨ Lucas’s 🌶️ scenes

✨ Lucas being his protective self 🥺

✨ moodboard: Eddie Harris

✨ moodboard: Olivia Machado (if not today, maybe tomorrow)

[willkimurashat]

So, my friends invited me over to watch the PG rated hit family film Cats (2019). Can we have a moment of silence for my forever lost innocence please? … Thank you. Anyway, so now that I’m greatly disturbed and utterly horrified, here’s a LITG x Cats crossover absolutely no one asked for lmao

Casting LITG islanders as characters from Cats (not necessarily from 2019 version because wtf was that)

Marisol/Camilo as Munkustrap

Imposing, energetic, courageous. Leader and protector of the Jellicle cats tribe. Responsible and brave. Narrator and story-teller.

S5 MC as Victoria

Young, inhibited, inquisitive. Naive and kind-hearted, abandoned by previous owners. Longs to be wanted and loved.

Chelsea/Thabi as Jennyanydots

Motherly, contended, controlling. Lazying around during the day, running the household during the night. Cheerful and good-humored with bossy side.

Priya and Bobby/Iona and Najuma as Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

Mischievous, rambunctious, ne’er-do-well. Fun-loving criminal duo, generally well-received by other cats. Notorious partners in crime.

Lexi/Cherry as Grizzabella

Proud, hurt, indomitable. Once a glamorous star, now exiled and disgraced. Sad and wistful, despised by the Jellicle cats, longs for forgiveness.

Lottie/Suresh as Macavity

Hypnotic, jealous, dangerous. Malevolent criminal mastermind, eludes the police and strikes fear in other Jellicle cats.

Angie/Lulu as Old Deutoronomy

Wise, commanding, spiritual. Kind and just leader of the Jellicle cats, beloved by everyone. An ancient cat with psychic powers and spiritual connection with Heavyside layer.

Mason/Rafi/Finn as Rum Tum Tugger

Vain, perverse, inconsequent. Charismatic, self-obsessed show-off. Rock star with wild anarchic energy and comedic sexuality.

Kat as Bombalurina

Generous, voluptuous, frank. Self-confident and very direct about feelings. Extremely flirtatious and the center of attention.

Rohan/Henrik/Alfie as Mr. Mistoffelees

Competitive, neat, electric. Mysterious and clever conjuring cat. Up to mischief or performing amusing magic tricks.

Bruno/Tai as Skimbleshunks

Caring, bright, self-regarding. Protector of the kittens when danger is near. Jolly and cheerful, remembered by his signature gigantic smile and bright personality.

Will as Gus the Theatrical Cat

Wistful, imaginative, frail. Fragile and feeble old cat, reminiscing about his days of being an actor. Initially vague and a little confused, but becomes more confident and outspoken.

Jake/Tom as Bustopher Jones

Foppish, gluttonous, dapper. Genial and cheerful, enjoys life to the fullest. Particularly interested in fine dining and cuisine at gentlemen’s clubs. Leaves swiftly at first sign of trouble.

[crimswnred]

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

chaptered stories

□ "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.

one-shots

mine

■ "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).

r/LITGfanfic monthly prompt

■ "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.

litg writers' room blog

a blog where my bffs (i-boop-you, MrsBSmooth, tammyisobsessedwith and ellegreenwxy) and I work with asked prompts/submissions for your favourite islanders ♡ check it out if you wanna read something for your favourite LI.

■ "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.

[mango-dragonfruit]

Does my MC want to kiss Rohan during Spin the Bottle? ABSOLUTELY!

[justtuesdays]

top 5 litg ships (can be either characters x mc or character x character)?

ooh, i like this ask, let's see...

platonically speaking

jake x rohan | in both the platonic and non-platonic, those two are wholesome together

tim x talia x mc | another friend group that cannot be missed, those two were there for mc from the start

angie x mc| no one has your back more than this girl and you can say otherwise, i just will agree to disagree

bruno x youcef / bruno x kobi |i'm sorry but that goodbye scene between bruno and kobi is just soft; bruno and youcef is a bromance that can't be missed

lucas x henrik | the duo the leaves all other duos in the shadow, still wishing they had more scenes of these two

romance-wise

thabi x james | those two were meant to be like no other pairing

mc x bruno | this guy is the biggest sweetheart, i can't, have you met any other islander who would happily take you anywhere else instead of straight into the drama

jake x rohan | i said what i said

thabi x youcef| those two had something, it was there and then it just never got spoken about

angie x oliver | they haven't gotten anywhere yet, but i know those two would be fire

[codename-mango]

My LITG S4 Wishlist/Ideas (Most of which I've seen other people mention)

Scheming LI - Tries to fake their way into winning. They ask you to act super into them so y'all can win. Fake Dating realness.

Single Parent - Exactly what it says on the tin. It could be a LI or not, but definitely complicate things with kid(s).

Boy Drama - Give me boys acting catty. It's feminism. /j

Another Mlm Couple - Tai x Ciaran is one of the best ideas of S3, I think it was underdeveloped. Y'know, like the rest of the season.

Lie Detector - Give this to us, please. It's so good for drama or bonding moments.

S/O Back Home - One of the Islanders has a significant other back home! And thought they could keep it a secret. (Optional: You can add this to Scheming LI.) New bombshells can reveal the information. Or...

GIVE US THE POD (I think that's what it's called) - I want characters to learn information they wouldn't learn otherwise. And befriending the character who received the info gives you a better chance at learning sooner. I want to see secret kisses, and private conversations.

Flexible Personality - You can tell FB wanted to do this in S2, but it definitely fell through. Let us decide whether we're out there and loud or reserved and quiet.

Reformed Fuckboi - They did this with Jakub, but can it be someone that people might reasonably go for? Hell, make it a girl.

Secret Routes - Honestly, I love the idea of certain things being done can unlock new events or routes. Basically Kassam but clear cut. It should be repeatable if you do the exact same things.

Recovering Alcoholic - I just think it would be interesting. Drinking is such a big part of Love Island, and I think this definitely opens up discussion of it. I think it's good that MC is given non-alcoholic options in S2, and maybe you can make that matter. Like, choosing the non-alcoholic options gives you hearts with the character, because then they're not the only one not drinking.

Returning Islander - I want a character from previous seasons to come back to compete again, as opposed to just being a cameo. I think the best options are Jen, Rocco, and Rohan. Deadass, I want to see Jen back, since she and Tim canonically broke up as of S3.

One of the Guys - I want a girl that genuinely gets along way better with the guys than the girls. We've had something similar in past seasons with a few girls, but I mean it. I want a girl that struggles to get along with the girls, not because she "can't do anything right" (like Priya), but because she can't talk to them like she can guys. (You can make her a LI, and she finds talking to MC easier than anything else. Also I just relate to this hypothetical character.)

Compelling Relationships - I want to feel conflicted about going after certain LIs. I want something like Seb and Genevieve (but, again, better executed). I want to feel like other relationships are just too good to break up.

Slowburn Girl LI - Hear me out... A girl who's never considered being with a girl before, but finds herself falling for MC over the course of her route. You can't be pushy or overly flirty with her in the beginning. I don't think her route should trigger until you've built a good friendship with her.

Anyway that's my list! Let me know what you think of any of them, and what you'd add!

[keikilahela]

Some LITG fanfic ideas because idk where else to put them

my brain had a bunch of ideas so I decided to put them in a place.

also some are below the cut because I don't want people's dashboards getting clogged

S1

- sammi x mc

- ideal jake route

- ideal rohan route

- modifying Cherrygate

- ex. changing the people involved

- ideal tim route

- ideal Allegra route

- ideal cherry route

- modifying the reunion

- ex. more drama over stealing someone's partner

- miles/Jasper being salty about MC stealing Allegra

- giving Sammi more screentime

S2

- angsty fics with popular LIs (Bobby, Lucas, Noah, etc.)

- Blake x MC

- Shannon x MC

- ideal Noah route

- ideal Elisa route

- slowburn Gary route

- slowburn Rahim route

- a Rocco route if he had stayed

- a timeline where RLurik is replaced by R!Rocco

- Marisol is conflicted over choosing Rocco or Graham once R!Rocco pulls up (I've seen this idea floating around on both the subreddit and Tumblr but as far as I know I don't think anyone has written a fic for this)

- ideal runaway with Lottie/Hannah at the wedding

- Hannah x MC

- running away with Priya or Chelsea at the wedding

- Player Bobby

- LI cheats on MC or vice versa at the afterparty

S3

- MC came to play the game and steal the money but Viv and Seb/Tai and Ciaran ended up winning

- your LI gets mad for you stealing the money and instantly breaks up with you

- getting to run away with the BFFs at the Boat Party

- running away with Iona/Miki at the Boat Party

- adding a mix of S1 & S2 drama to S3

- ex. Lily/Rafigate (basically Cherrygate but replace Cherry and Levi/Mason with Lily/Rafi and MC's LI)

- another ex. integrating Casa Amor into S1 and/or S3

- MC walks on day 10 instead because Lily/Rafi chose their LI

- Ciaran and Tai post-villa

Future S4 possibilities

- Tim and Bobby pull up as returning islanders

- All Stars where you can romance everyone including the host and the narrator

- MC gets dumped mid season

[chiizuburger]

am on day 11 of litg s1 and gah! it’s the boys choosing this final recoupling and omg whenver it’s the boys choosing i freak out

lucy is here again and being a dick to rohan! ugh…rohan deserves better than that. he should have just been with talia! instead of jasper / miles!

if sammi was the ex, honestly, whoever i am partnered up with, i’d be leaving them for her but anyway

i partnered up with levi and you know, talia is really the best li in that season. i can’t with levi being so…aloof? i always feel like he’s just saying what the mc wants to hear. at least with talia, it’s all good conversation.

also, i find it so hilarious that tim wants levi to be dumped first from the island. meaning he may or may not exactly approve of the mc being with levi? but also the fact that the mc doesn’t really like lucy, but tim likes lucy on paper is just! honestly, tim x mc friendship is everything!

oh, and if you told me that jakub and lucy hooked up once, i will believe it

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Circus Act

When you realize you hadn’t even noticed your break up, you wonder what your love life is missing. It just turns out that what your missing tends to walk upside down and only your best mate knows you need it.

Rohan x MC

Life should have been good now. Right?

You were supposed to finish Love Island, go back to your career, and get a happily ever after with your partner, weren’t you?

But sometimes life has other plans. Your work was finally being shown in galleries, though you weren’t sure how much of it had to do with the curators liking your work or how much was just because your name was recognizable now. Even though it was essentially your dream coming true, it meant you were busier than ever. New pieces churning out of you every day, like your inspiration could never end. You’d even done an entire collection on your fellow islanders, images of them as you knew them in the villa in colors you associated with them. Jake’s had been a calm collection of oranges and browns and greens, like the grounded person he was, showing him with a relaxed smile. Tim’s was nearly a rainbow clashing together on canvas, representing the safety you felt to feel each emotion around him, culminating in an image of him laughing. Erikah’s had started as a peaceful violet, melding into an angry red, before fading into a calm light blue, to show the transition your friendship had been through, shown through he feeding her little feathered friend. So how had you not noticed that distance that grew between all of you? Tim was your one constant. Always updating you on his life and what he knew of the others. But it wasn’t until you’d gone home from the studio late one night, about three months after the summer of love, that you realized only your things resided in your home, that you’d noticed your partner’s things were gone. Your brow had furrowed. You hadn’t moved in together, despite winning. You wanted your space, at least for a time. But now that you thought about it, you hadn’t spoken in…god, weeks. You thought about reaching out, over and over, just to be sure. And when you finally sent the text, the one you received confirmed what you thought, it was over.

You waited for the crushing pain, but it never came. Maybe because you had already continued your life without him. When you told Tim, during a call one night, he had sighed. He told you slowly, that he knew and he was waiting for you to know. He was afraid you’d be mad. But how could you be? It wasn’t his fault you were so absorbed in your art that you didn’t notice. And then he told you something that surprised you. He and Jen had been living together, but now he was looking for someone that needed a new flatmate. Apparently, your ex was now with his ex, and he was letting her keep the apartment. You winced, before offering your spare bedroom, even though you lived a couple of hours away from him. You had paid your rent for nearly three years ahead with your half of the money you won, so it’s not like you needed him to chip in for it.

And it was great. You’d gotten shit from your ex, very briefly, about you moving another guy in when you were against living with him, but this was different. It was Tim. The two of you were inseparable, just like you’d been at the villa. And unlike the man that supposedly loved you so wholeheartedly, Tim would randomly show up at your studio. Sometimes just to hang out while you worked, sometimes to bring you take away when he knew you’d forgotten to eat, sometimes you’d just get distracted and the two of you would dance your hearts out to the music you had playing while he rapped new verses to it.

Somewhere in the craziness, the two of thought to give a relationship a go between you. But it became very clear, very fast, that while you were definitely meant to be, you were only meant to be as friends. And you both expected it to be awkward. But then you were cooking dinner for the two of you one day, and asked him to pass you the spatula, and he handed you that damn spaghetti scoop. You realized then he was still just Tim. Nothing needed to be awkward.

But it still bummed you out. Sure, you’d gotten a live in best mate out of your time on the show, but you had been looking for love. Romance. Why didn’t you find it?

Tim told you that you must have been looking in the wrong place.

You figured he was right. And you could keep looking. Briefly you wondered how hard it would be to find someone that could understand your friendship with Tim without getting jealous of it, but you waved the thought off. Your current life was just a better version of normal, and that was okay for now.

When the door of your studio banged open, you didn’t even need to look up to know Tim was rocketing his way into the room. Whenever he got particularly excited about something, there was no containing his energy. Kind of like a puppy, but one you didn’t need to train not to chew on the couch. You waited, as he stumbled his way around sculptures and easels until he could turn down the stereo. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he set the bag of food he’d brought on the small table you’d put in just for his visits, and he watched impatiently as you moved to wash your hands.

“Spill, babes. I can feel your aneurism about to pop off.”

And then he exploded. You nodded, listening along as you started pulling the food out of the bag, but one word caught your attention, “I’m sorry, did you say circus?”

He nodded, “It’s gonna be sick, love! I got us good seats and everything- and there’s no clowns at this one so you don’t gotta panic.”

You cocked your head, trying to figure out why a circus would get him so excited. You knew in the back of your mind that you knew the reason, but you couldn’t recall it. You just gave him a wry grin, “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

“Not anymore than you were able to get rid of me when we left the villa.”

Oof, he’s knows just how to hit ya, doesn’t he? You nearly choked on the bite of food you were taking as you laughed at his cheeky grin.

By the time you were walking into the show, you were almost as excited as Tim. The crowd kept gushing about the acrobat act they were all looking forward to, and apparently one of the performers would pull audience members into the stunt. What you couldn’t figure out was why Tim kept glancing at you, but you chalked it up to his excitement, “You wanna be one of those volunteers, don’t you?”

“Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah, that’s it.” You narrowed your eyes at him, but he just gave you a big grin and turned to watch the ring master as he entered.

You had to admit, the show was captivating. There were jugglers with hatchets, knife throwers, a large man being launched from a cannon, a tight rope walker, fire dancers, a lion tamer, and you hadn’t even seen the acrobats yet. Tim was on the edge of his seat beside you as they announced the next act.

“Coming to you now, we have our kings of the acrobatics! And one of them has a special guest in the audience today that we would like to call down, can anyone find Miss Y/N?”

You were gobsmacked, staring at one of the men the ring master had introduced, frozen in your seat until Tim pushed you to your feet. Shoving him with a half hearted glare, you tried to wave off the ring master, but within a few moments the acrobat had flipped his way to you with a grin. Bowing as he held out his hand, you couldn’t find the laugh that pushed out of your throat as you took hold of it, following him back out of the stands. You whispered behind your smile, “Tim helped you plan this shit, didn’t he?”

Rohan just grinned mysteriously, telling you what would be happening as he led you to his partner, who guided you up a ladder toward the trapeze swings. Stomach in your throat, you followed him up, letting him take hold of your arms as he started the swing. You grumbled unintelligibly about coming back to haunt Tim and Rohan if this ended poorly, but you only had a moment for pure panic to seize you as the man let go of your arms. You could have sworn your life flashed before your eyes before another solid pair hands caught hold of you, and you looked up to see Rohan’s brilliant smile as he sailed you back to the platform.

When the show ended, he came running up to the two of you, costume gone. He nearly suffocated you in a hug as Tim immediately launched into how great he performed. You were still confused.

“Weren’t you a psychology student?”

Rohan blinked, “I was. And then you,” he booped your nose, “encouraged me to chase my dream at the Christmas party. You chased yours, and it inspired me. I even have a piece of your work in my loft.”

“Which one?” You couldn’t help the question. Most of your pieces were sold through the galleries that showed them, so you rarely learned the name of the buyer. But one gallery had sold the art you made about each islander.

“It was actually named after me!” He exclaimed happily, “I thought it was bonkers that you made art about each of us, so when I saw mine I had to buy it.”

Tim was bouncing again, “I remember those! Why were each of them so different?” You shot him a short glare. He knew damn well why each of them were so different. He could probably recite your speech by memory, having been to enough of the showings. He was the only reason Rohan’s had even been showed, it had been a piece you almost kept to yourself.

Rohan just shrugged, “Each one was amazing, regardless of the differences, mate. Allegra’s was so red and angry, but then there was Mason and Levi’s which were like a deep blue and-“

“Yes, yes,” you waved your hand, trying to get him to stop listing each one. “They were all different. And…you bought yours. God, how much did you even pay for that? I would’ve made you something for free, ya know?”

Rohan shrugged again, grinning at you, “But it wouldn’t have had the unbridled passion that this one did, would it? You didn’t know I’d see it.” God, you hated that he was right. Rohan’s had been different from the others. Where the others were feelings of safety, or anger, or sadness, his had been different. The image of him performing a handstand with a brilliant smile had started as yellow, a bright happiness as you meant it, before fading gently until it swirled with a softer pink. The only one that had pink, because you had always associated the color with love.

Tim had kept telling you that you were looking in the wrong place. Maybe because you didn’t think to do the chasing for once.

You zoned back in as Tim hooked his arm around your neck, jostling you toward the exit with Rohan alongside you.

That night had ended up being a blur, but you realized that Rohan didn’t live far from you and Tim now, so he regularly joined the hang outs when he didn’t have a performance or practice. You and Tim would show for his performance once a week, and Rohan would join you for Tim’s gigs. The two of them would go to your gallery shows. If Tim was spending time in his ‘mixing lab’ as he called it, Rohan took it upon himself to visit your studio, making sure you ate. It usually led to him leaning against the wall closest to you and watching.

It was during one of those times that the two of you finally had a real talk. Or…at least it was when Rohan finally decided to ask about the break up, even though it had already been nearly a full year since your time on Love Island, nine months after the split.

“There’s not much to tell.” You shrugged, brush poised in your hand as you absentmindedly made swipes across the canvas, “I’m sure you’ve noticed I spend most of my time here. He didn’t like that I never made time for him. Which, I feel like was fair. Even whenever I grabbed my phone back then, Tim was the only person I reached out to. There were a couple times I would almost message-“ you swallowed, “A couple times I almost messaged someone else. But never him. And when he left, I realized that when I wasn’t physically stuck around him, there wasn’t the excitement or even the comfort I’d thought there’d be.”

“You literally yelled at me yesterday that you don’t need all the excitement we bring to your life.”

“Don’t be a prat! You almost set my kitchen on fire!” You laughed as he grinned at you, until it faded as your next words felt heavy in your throat, “My point is just…I think we only ended up together because I was too scared to chase someone that wasn’t chasing me. Ya know what I mean?”

Rohan seemed to look far off as he nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I know what ya mean.”

It was quiet for a little while, just the sound of the stereo playing Rohan’s music low in the background. His phone dinged, and as he moved to check it his eyes skidded over to your canvas, that you had kept hidden from him. The portrait was only half finished, and he pretended like he didn’t look because he promised you he wouldn’t, but the image wouldn’t leave his mind. Unless he was crazy, that was him, holding someone that looked almost like you, the whole thing made up of the same colors the one you named after him was.

And there was one thing he noticed in the few months he’d spent hanging out here with you. The colors always meant something.

Clearing his throat, he tried to word himself carefully, “Can I ask you something kind of random?”

You giggled, and suddenly he was reading into the sound he loved even more, “Don’t you always?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. He was the man that walked on his hands, and you were the only one that ever kept on his toes. “Humor me.”

“Humoring.” You grinned cheekily, streaking your brush again.

“You picked the colors for each of us for a reason, right? Why’d you choose mine?” He watched as you grip faltered and you panicked to readjust before it made a mistake you couldn’t fix. He almost wanted to withdraw the question, but instead he waited.

You were dreading when he’d finally ask this question. There were only a handful of outcomes that could come once you answered, and most of them weren’t positive. But still, you had no intention to lie. With a sigh, you set your pallet and brush down, “Yellow is the color I most associate with happiness. And that’s what you exuded from the moment you entered the villa. You were bombshell, but no matter what you kept a smile on your face. Even when Reese showed up, once the confrontation was over you didn’t really let the anger linger. I admired that. Being around you, it was like the happiness was infectious. You kept my head above the storm, so to speak.”

“And what about the pink? What do you associate that with?” You seemed to close your eyes as he watched you, muttering something under your breath about doing the chasing.

“Pink…I associate with love. Passion is deeper, infatuation is more white than pink, but perfect pink I associate with love.” Maybe if you kept talking he’d eventually forget the purpose of this, “A lot of people associate red with it, but it’s so vibrant and violent looking I could never agree. And then there’s-“

You were cut off as he pressed into you, spinning you around until he could push you against the wall he’d been leaning on, stealing the breath from your lungs with the gentle slide of his lips. What felt like forever, and simultaneously all too soon, he pulled away panting, “Sorry, you were saying?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him back in as your lips sought his out.

Eventually the kisses turned less hurried, becoming slow and sweet, until eventually he was just holding you against the wall. Rohan voice rumbled through you from the press of his chest, “I’m ashamed to admit how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You snickered quietly, “Definitely wasn’t enough for me during spin the bottle.”

He groaned as he remembered that. He had tried to get you, partially because he knew the chances of you picking him at all after Erikah openly said she fancied him were low. But the other part was he’d been afraid to graft on you in case he wasn’t your type. He thought about saying that, but he changed his mind, “You’ve always been my type on paper.”

“You were mine, too, ya know?” He was almost shocked enough to step away at the vulnerability in your voice, but he chose to hold you tighter. You continued quietly, “You seemed so…confident. I figured if you fancied me, you would try. But when we started hanging out again, I realized how hypocritical that was. What kind of tosser makes it someone else’s job to initiate anything?”

“Apparently both of us.” He chuckled deeply, “I was afraid of making it awkward if you rejected me.”

You hummed, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt, “If it didn’t get awkward between me and Tim, it won’t get awkward between us. Provided we do date after this little heart to heart.”

“Oh, we’ll definitely date.”…”Wait, what do you mean you and Tim!?” You laughed as he chased you around the room, until he ultimately caught you again and kissed the air out of you once more. But you weren’t exactly fighting him.

Tim showed up an hour later, as you were putting the finishing touches on the painting, and almost fell over in a fit of laughter, “Mate, maybe wait til she takes the paint smock off before you graft up on her next time!” You snorted as you took a look at Rohan, glancing down at the smears of paint that covered the front of his clothes.

A little over a year later, you let out a sigh of relief, having finally finished unpacking the last box. “Who knew a circus performer could have so much stuff?” Tim groaned in agreement where he was laying face down on the couch, but Rohan just came over from where he’d been busy hanging your portrait on the wall and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry, love.” He grunted when something smacked against his back, turning to see Tim huff, “Yes, right, right, I know that’s what you call her. You do realize I’m the one dating her though, don’t you?” You knew Tim was going to say something he shouldn’t when he grinned, but you didn’t have the energy to stop him.

“Maybe. But I dated her first.”

“Oh, you daft-“ you couldn’t do anything but laugh as Rohan chased after Tim, who scrambled away as quickly as his sore muscles would allow.

You were content, just watching the two boys you considered your soul mates- one platonic and one romantic- yelling over their chaos that if they broke anything you weren’t going to make them dinner. Tim yelled something back about ordering food, but when he knocked into a table making the lamp topple over, both of them rushed to catch it.

@fujihime-litg @justtuesdays

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Pride Plans

Winnie was just trying to hook her brother up.

She didn’t expect to crush on his best mate.

Talia x MC, Rohan x Jake

Talia was just trying to find her best mate. It shouldn’t have been hard. Even in a crowd as big as this waiting for the parade to start, it shouldn’t have been hard. How do you miss a man that’s over six foot tall and built like a Greek God??

Her gaze became glued on another figure, not who she was looking for, but who complains they didn’t find the Greek God when they stumble upon the Goddess? Talia was used to people being stunned by her beauty- she wasn’t narcissistic about it, but she did know she looked good. But right now, she felt like she was stunned, stuck in place as she took in the way this woman looked.

The stranger wasn’t moving with an exacting confidence she would expect, more like a self consciousness she was trying to hide by pretending. Her denim shorts showed her tanned legs, and her crop top nearly made Talia’s mouth water- the yellow and pink and blue of it telling her that maybe the stranger was looking for someone like her. The words scrawled across it made her laugh, ‘My brother told that girl bi bi bi’. Her chestnut hair tumbled in a loose braid over her shoulder, her chocolate eyes taking in everything they could as she kept pointing out things to the man beside her-

The man.

The man Talia had been looking for.

And he was walking next to Talia’s new goddess.

When Jake caught sight of her, still poised on top of a float for the parade the riders had been gracious enough to let her search from, he raced over, hoisting her off and into his arms for a cuddle, “Tals! I almost thought I’d never find you.”

“Y-yeah,” she shook her head, trying to clear out the daze, “We should’ve coordinated better, actually planned on a spot more specific than the start of the route.”

He chuckled, releasing her from his grasp, “Guess neither of us took into account how many people would be here.” Talia’s gaze was sucked back over to the woman from before, standing just behind her best mate with an amused look in her dark eyes- eyes that looked disarmingly familiar this close. Jake turned, gesturing to her, “Talia, please meet my sister, Winslow.”

Talia’s eyes bugged out, making the woman in question giggle, “Call me Winnie. Jakey likes to be a scrub and use my full name.”

Jake rolled his eyes with a grin, “Whatever you say, Win. This is Talia, my-“

“Your ex you stayed friends with after a failed first date, I remember,” she waved him waved with a cheeky smile, “Seriously though, Jake? You let that go?”

Talia snorted, entirely catching the way Winnie seemed to be checking her out, “It wasn’t him,” she offered with a smirk, “It was the poetry.”

“Oh, I see.” Winnie nodded seriously, like that explained everything.

Jake held up his hands, “And you wonder why I didn’t introduce you sooner. Can you let a man breathe?”

Winnie rolled her eyes before offering him a mischievous smile, “I actually have someone meeting us, too. Should be here any minute.”

“Who?”

“My best mate.”

Jake was a very tanned man, but Talia watched some of that color seep away, “Oh, please tell me you didn’t-“

“Winnie!” A cheerful voice called out, turning she saw a darker skinned man jostling through the crowd with a grin on his face, “There’s my beauty!”

“Rohan-“ Winnie sighed, but he cut her off.

“Oh, sorry, I was talking about Jake.” The man winked, watching the flush erupt in Jake’s face, Talia felt giddy.

“This is Rohan?”

Jake took a deep breath, “Talia, please. Not a word.”

“No words needed,” She smirked, giving the other two a wink. Her attire matched nearly with Jake and Rohan, at least in a color scheme of blue and pink and purple. Rohan had forgone a shirt, body paint smearing the colors across his torso. Talia noticed the way Jake’s eyes kept creeping back over to look at him, no matter how much he tried to stop it.

Falling back a step behind them as they started the walk along the parade route, Talia leaned over to Winnie, “So, Jake clearly fancies the pants off Rohan. What’s the hold up?”

Winnie snorted, waving away the guys’s attention when they turned around, “Glad you noticed. You know that girl Cherry he had been seeing?”

Talia gestured to the scrawl on her shirt with a nod, “He said she was being snakey, wouldn’t go into specifics.”

Winnie pursed her lips, “I liked Cherry at first. Then she started flirting with my ex right under Jake’s nose. Me and the ex were heading to splitsville so bang on, scrubber, and all that- but she had also started seeing Rohan. Rohan had no idea she was seeing Jake. My brother had liked him before meeting Cherry, but because he’s my best mate Jakey didn’t wanna make a move.” She sighed, watching them wistfully, “Jake’s too pure for his own good. He tried to move on with Cherry and it bit him in the arse. I’m hoping to convince them to give it a go.”

“I’m in.” Talia nodded decisively. She had never liked Cherry, knew she was up to no good and constantly blaming it on a naturally flirty personality. “But how do we do it?”

Winnie grinned, “That’s where a few favors come into play.” She send a text from her phone, and Talia watched ahead of them as a large man checked his own cell- only to step back and stumble right into Rohan, sending him tumbling into Jake who instinctively caught him in his big arms.

“Sorry about that fellas!” The big man smiled, “Sometimes I forget how much space I take up.”

The redheaded man next to him offered his own smile, “Come on, Tai, leave the gorgeous couple alone.”

Her brother and best mate both blushed at the statement, glancing at each other and away when their eyes met, but Jake chose to shuffle over to a booth, looking at the pins they had for sale. Winnie smirked, shooting a thumbs up to the couple, “Onto the next attempt.”

The larger man leaned over when they were in earshot, “Win, I love the whole plan here, but what happens if it fails?”

“Ciaran knows.”

The redheaded man in question gave a nervous smile tinged in amusement, “She’s gonna lock them in a closet.”

Tai laughed loudly, shooing the women away to keep following them before Talia could even comment, so she directed it to Winnie, “Wouldn’t that be easier than subtle hints?”

“Maybe,” She confirmed with a devious look in her eye, “But I have hope they aren’t that dense. Besides- you know the funniest thing about the plan?”

Talia quirked a brow, eyeing her curiously, “What?”

Winnie’s eyes sparkled in the sun as she leaned closer, “Jake and Rohan have already met everyone involved. But they literally forget everyone else when they’re together.”

Talia would argue that she absolutely did not cackle while hearing that, but she would be lying.

As the walk dragged on, they ‘stumbled’ upon Arjun and Elijah, who were taking Polaroid shots of couples out together. They posed Jake and Rohan before either could correct them, as planned. And Winnie and Talia, not as planned.

Yasmín appeared with her guitar, singing love ballads as AJ threw glitter and flowers over them.

Youcef and his girlfriend, both dressed like they were about to walk a Pride runway instead of a parade, who fixed matching make up specials in everyone’s respective flag colors.

The plan should’ve been going off without a hitch.

And it was, following her brother and best mate, Winnie almost felt like a third wheel- especially since the boys obviously forgot they came together. Had it not been for Talia she absolutely would have been.

Talia, who dragged her to a face paint booth while Jake distracted Rohan at a food cart.

Talia, who was the exact picture of beauty and grace Winnie had always fawned over, even in heels baking in the London sun.

Talia, who was the embodiment of everything Winnie had ever wanted when she met her exes, humor and intellect firmly making their presence known under her gorgeous looks.

Talia, who watched eagerly whenever Winnie’s friends appeared to help match make their best mates.

Talia, who was her brother’s ex.

Winnie was fighting a losing battle, trying to maintain her focus on her brother’s love life even though the Amazon beauty next to her made it painstakingly difficult.

That was the hitch in the plan.

Winnie hadn’t expected Jake to invite Talia when she asked him to go, though looking back she really should have. Any time Jake had any event or plans and he was allowed to bring someone, he always took Winnie or Talia if he didn’t have an actual date- so it was nearly an unspoken agreement that he’d be bringing her today.

“You know I see what you’ve been up to, yeah?” Winnie snapped out of her head to see Jake nearly looming over her, glancing she could see Talia pointing something out to Rohan at a stall down the path.

“I’d hope you see it,” She muttered petulantly, “I’ve called in a lot of favors to show you that you need to be together.” Jake’s brow furrowed, a question in his eyes, and Winnie indignantly smacked his arms, “Are you daft!? What the bloody hell did you think I was up to?”

Jake rubbed the spit she hit, looking far more sheepish, “Well, your objective was achieved. I kissed him while you were off in your own world.”

She pouted, “Well, what did you think I was doing?”

“I was talking about Talia,” he gestured over to them, holding up bi pride shirts to each other, before looking back and smirking as Winnie’s cheeks filled.

“I have no idea what you mean.” She muttered, looking away and crossing her arms over her chest like she needed to protect herself.

Jake was the last person she’d ever need protection from.

He pursed his lips though, nodding, “Well, on the off chance I’m not wrong-“

“And you are.”

“-you should know that she’s interested, I can tell. I think you’re both nervous to make a move because of me, but consider this my blessing being granted.” He squeezed her shoulder, and looking up she saw the warmth she knew she’d find in his gaze, “Talia and I- we weren’t right for love. But I know her well enough now, and I’ve known you forever. The two of you, I can see that going well.”

“God, you’re such a melt.” Winnie scoffed jokingly, giving him a grateful smile.

Now she just needed to make a move.

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Could you do Professor Jake Wilson x MC?

No smut or anything, I just wanna see a cute things.

Hey hi 👋🏻 here we are

The crew helped me with class choices for everyone 🤪

Professor of Love

Jake couldn’t take his eyes off her, even knowing he shouldn’t have let them stay there to begin with, especially when so many people could catch him staring. His gaze was soft, watching as she helped another student understand assignments that had seemed to go over their heads. Her raven hair hung over one shoulder like a curtain of silk, hazel eyes skimming the papers laid out on the desk. Even if he managed to tear his gaze away before she looked up, she somehow always knew. She never hid the smirk that twisted her lips when she would glance up at him, “Professor Wilson, don’t be getting too distracted. You need to grade your exams.”

He wanted to hate how easily she could see through him.

He wanted to hate it more when she would catch snippets of what the coeds would say about him and bring it up with that mischievous glimmer in her eye, while still somehow maintaining her innocent expression at the words.

As she had passed him to sit down at his table at the uni café, “If it isn’t our resident Eros.” That one was because they’d been referring to him as the uni’s personal Greek god of love, reciting romantic poems to his students far more often than tragedies.

She had come up to him, right as his office hours closed for the day, watching the students scurry away, “You know they wonder if you, uh, do house calls for your office hours, right?”

She had sat on the couch in his office, legs curling up under her as her fingers dragged through her hair, a salacious grin appearing in her face, “Did you know they say you have hot, single dad energy? I can see it.”

That one annoyed him the most.

Because if his students bothered to look past his chiseled jaw, his beefy arms, his strong chest- they would see his hands. And if they stopped thirsting over his hands for two minutes, they might realize what was always wrapped around his finger.

His ring.

Though, he supposed, he couldn’t blame the students entirely. Most of the faculty seemed to have trouble registering it at times.

Their head of the psych department had tried to set him up- and it took a very stern argument for Rohan to back down.

Tim, as the head of Spanish History, had very persistently offered to teach him the ways they had courted in centuries gone past.

Talia tried to analyze music choices for him, with her degree in theory, to find songs that showed he was looking for love.

He couldn’t tell if Youcef’s philosophy degree meant he could see what they couldn’t, that he had figured it out, or if it just kept him from asking the questions.

But she was the one that loved to tease him the most, Dean of Students, Doctor Avelina Morano.

“These bloody prats,” Tim groaned, rubbing his head as he sat in his office, “First question on the exam- who did the Spanish king finance for a sailing trip that was meant to profit his rule?”

“It’s Columbus, innit?” Rohan quirked a brow, tossing Tim’s rubber band ball across the space to Jake.

“They put the blokes from Road to El Dorado.” He sighed, finally tossing the papers down, “Alright, I need a cleanser-“

“It was the first exam of the semester,” Jake missed aiming his toss of the ball as Avelina’s voice sounded from the doorway, Rohan wincing as it connected with his temple, but she remained unphased, “Do I need to start auditing your classes again?”

Tim groaned, running a palm down his face, “Swear, doc, I’ve taught it to ‘em.”

She finally shook her head, letting herself laugh, “Don’t stress, Timmy. It’s one exam, they’ll get better. Every year this happens, and every year they get better. Probably doesn’t help that Thabi used that movie for the first assignment on themes in her film theory class.”

Jake chuckled, “Thought she agreed to hold off on it this semester and do a classic.”

Avelina shrugged, “Who knows? But I’m here for another reason- Jake, you have someone waiting outside your office.” He cringed, the last time someone had been waiting outside of his scheduled office hours they hadn’t been… very well clothed. She read his hesitation, “It’s Juliet.”

“Oooh,” Rohan called out, “What did you do to get the head of HR coming for a personal visit?”

He sighed, choosing to look towards Avenlina, “It could be anyone’s guess what she needs to speak about.”

He thought, for some reason, that she’d take his side, but she smirked, “Sounds like there are a lot of things you did.”

“Ha ha,” he commented dryly, waving to the boys before following her into the corridor, “You don’t know what this is about?”

“With Juliet?” She grimaced, “Could be anything. Swear I would fire her nosey arse in a second if I could find a qualified replacement. Why did Elladine have to retire to stay home with the kids?”

Jake chuckled again as they made it to his office, the poised woman standing inside the open door as she checked her nails, “Professor Wilson, finally.”

“Apologies, Miss Thompson, but we didn’t have a scheduled appointment.”

“No, silly me for thinking you’d be doing your own work and not goofing off with your mates.” Juliet rolled her eyes, not seeing Avelina’s glare.

“Juliet, being in HR does not give you the right to make insulting comments to my staff.” The woman foolishly always believed the Dean’s temper was all bark and no bite, waving her off.

“Yes, yes,” Juliet sighed, clearly already exasperated with the conversation, “I’ll be frank and to the point, I’m getting complaints from parents again. They’re concerned about a single man that looks as Jake does working with their impressionable children.”

“These ‘children’ are adults,” Avelina countered, “And Jake isn’t single. Maybe if you cracked open his file instead of cracking on with the head of my cosmetology department you’d know that.”

Juliet’s cheeks flushed, but she glared all the same, “His file says nothing about a wife- you are listed as his emergency contact.”

Jake coughed to cover a laugh, amusement in his eyes, “Did you ever look at the ‘relationship’ part of that information?”

“Why would I?” Juliet scoffed, “I know who she is-“

“Clearly you don’t.” Avelina snapped, holding up her hand as Jake held up his, their matching rings glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the office, “Are we done here?”

“You can’t be married!” Juliet huffed, “It’s against policy!”

“Against the policy you enacted,” Jake nodded, “But we didn’t feel the need to get divorced to comply with your new regulations.”

Stomping her heels out of the office, the couple watched her leave, “Looks like I need to find that qualified candidate now.”

“Looks like it.” Jake smiled, “Guess the cats out of the bag now.”

“I give it three hours before she spreads the news around campus.”

“Three? That’s generous, my love.” He fished his phone out, already blowing up with texts from most of the department heads, “I think it’ll take twenty minutes.”

They laughed as she finally wrapped her arms around his waist, in front of the open door, “Oh well, guess everyone needs to accept that you’ve been off the market.”

“Professor Wilson-“ they turned to see a sorority girl, face flushed in embarrassment as she tried to tug her minuscule skirt to cover her legs, giving up in favor of zipping her jacket to cover her chest where it practically spilled from her top.

Avelina laughed to herself, pulling her arms back as she gave Jake a smirk, “You are needed, Professor. Just don’t forget, you’re only allowed to make house calls with me.”

The girl sputtered uselessly as she watched the Dean walk away, cackling, and Jake was left red in the face and chuckling.

His wife could be petty, and she was a tease, but she was his.

Masterlist

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Coming Out Alive

Jack x MC

To protect her family’s legacy, Olivera Harrow is given a choice.

Follow the path laid out ahead…

Or be the leader she wants to be.

Follow her story…

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Started playing Matchmaker while waiting for the new LITG Chelsea's Murder Mystery, and I was so excited to be able to interact with Rohan more! 🥰 So far, I’m flirting with him every chance I get, and I’m hoping MC gets to end up with him at the end.

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Not sure if this ask for your ocs is telling, but like if you’re willing would you mind sharing the ocs litg love interest? 🖊

its not at all telling, i cant do that intrigue, multiple li thing for the life of me asdhfkj

Violet’s paired with Marisol

Hazel with Priya in For Real

My fic Runaways is Lottie x MC, but I’ve never actually said the MC’s name, idk why akjsfdl Now I’m just attached to her being nameless I think

Daisy & Allegra 

I have an Erikah fic with Ivy as the MC, and spoiler, they're endgame cuz I’m predictable

Lilac’s endgame is Talia

Willow and Elisa, and they’re the best thing I’ve ever created

Sage ends up with Cherry if I ever get around to a part two for Bowl of Cherries, I just really liked my end line and cut it off on a cliff hanger lmao

Dahlia’s also with Marisol cuz I needed a different kind of MC than Violet for a oneshot

Same for Ash, they’re paired with Talia for a one shot that needed a shy MC. The premise is just Lucy trying fuck shit up, and Lilac would not let her at all sooo

Rose was in Hope Dumps Noah and is with Hope, surprise, surprise

I have Olive in a qpr with Chelsea cuz I’m in love with aro!Chelsea and Olive has such aspects vibes, idk how I didn’t see it before

Clover was only in a prompt that was like. less than 2k, but she’s with Hannah and they’re both dorks. It’s great

so then there's my unreleased MCs, Rowan would be a slowburn, childhood friends to lovers with AJ cuz its cheesy and I’ve never done it before

Briar’s in an AU that has such little to do with canon, but Yasmin is hers

Rue’ll have multiple cuz I think I’m gonna use her for a bunch, she’s pretty good for mixing and matching, but her only current endgame is Elladine cuz we were robbed of the running away after the reunion

Oakley was originally made for an AU, but I have no clue what I’m doing with them rn, but I will say that I initially planned for a bunch of LIs, one of which would have been Ibrahim with an endgame that has not been listed but is very predictable coming from me

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Now I know this isn’t what you asked, but I kinda want to pair up my Choices MCs with LITG LIs askjsjd

Rylen - I feel like I have to say Marisol, just cuz Rylen’s actually paired with Aurora Emery from Open Heart, who’s kind of a bitch, so I’ll pair her with LITG’s standoffish counterpart

Izzy - She’s not an LI, but Vivvvvvv dudeeee. No idea why, but her and Viv would be so cute. Especially a modern Izzy would absolutely be the type to do those like colour coded journals? Yeah her and Viv would vibe so hard

Cleo - Kinda thinking Carl? Idk, they’re opposite vibes are appealing to something inside me. hmmmm

Maya - Henrik. Idk, I just feel like they’d vibe, and their combined energy? Himbo and a cinnamon roll? They’d be untouchable

Stephen - I wanna say Rohan. Just them being sweet together melts my heart and I feel like Rohan would drag him out of his shell a bit, so Rohan, end off

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thank you @cranesandshipyards @bubblelaureno @voile-de-lune @codename-mango for the tags yall really dont know me huh

Rules - Tag nine people you want to know better and answer the questions

Favorite colors - Lilac, silver, black, navy, aqua

Top 3 LITG ships - Jake x Rohan, Hannah x Lottie, Elisa x MC?? i have no idea, there’s so many good ones

Top 3 Non-LITG ships - uhhhh Nia x MC (BoLaS), Fitsimmons (AoS)?? & Janet x Jason (The Good Place)

Last song - Headphones by Walk the Moon i have a problem, yes

Last movie - Still Wonder Woman 1984, and I still dont recommend it i dont watch movies lmao

tagging - no one, i think everyones either done it or been tagged cuz im lateeeeee