#ellegreenwxy

[litgwritersroom]

Can we please have an Ozzy POV where he realises he’s fallen for MC instead of Grace? Maybe the conversation he has with Grace in bed before he leaves to sleep outside

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN LOOKS REAL GOOD NOW

Ozzy / MC - 3600 words - @ellegreenwxy NSFW

It was a choice he made, sticking by her side instead of stepping forward for someone else.

And he couldn’t let her down.

When Ozzy was fourteen, he was cast as the Prince in a production of Swan Lake in the local junior ballet. 

He remembered being so ecstatic about it, this opportunity to play the male lead in one of the most recognizable shows (even though Marshall had poked fun at him the entire walk home from school). He couldn’t remember a time when he’d worked harder, practicing his turns on the slick linoleum of the kitchen floor and his leaps on the soft grass in his backyard. With no understudy, he knew he had to be at the top of his game—he couldn’t screw up.

And then he did.

The night before the show, he came down with a nasty case of the flu. In between bouts of being sick, he couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen to the rest of the cast, how devastated they would be at knowing the show wouldn’t be able to go on. They’d all worked so unbelievably hard, pushing through late-night rehearsals and all-day tech runs. He swore he only made himself sicker with how much he worried over the situation.

His mum told him not to be so hard on himself, that some things were just out of his control. “You can’t carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, love,” she’d said as she brushed his sweaty hair off of his forehead. But no matter how many times she reassured him, he couldn’t help but think that he was letting so many people down. It was his fault, somehow.

That was sort of how he felt now. But this time, he knew for a fact that it was his fault because he has nothing but control. 

When he saw Grace that first day in the Villa, he’d been blown away. She was so beautiful, all soft curves and bright colors, so unlike the girls he’d grown up dancing with who were all sort of the same, a group of neutrals wrapped up in black leotards and pink tights. There was something about the way she held herself, the way she commanded everyone’s attention that immediately caught his eye.

There was a sense of pride that bloomed in his chest when she picked him of all people, when she saddled up to his side and tucked herself into him as if she knew she was supposed to be there. It felt good, having a girl like her pick someone like him; it was like she saw something special in him, something he had that the other lads didn’t. It felt really good.

But when Aubrey walked out shortly after, he couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered of their own accord. The way he felt his cheeks heat when she locked eyes with him from across the lawn. The second that Grace’s fingers tightened around his arm, however, so subtly he might not have really noticed, he reined it all back in. He had to. Because Grace had seen something special in him. It was a choice he made, sticking by her side instead of stepping forward for someone else.

And he couldn’t let her down.

But Ozzy could only tell himself that so many times before this thing with Aubrey started to weigh on him. Before the private chats and the brushes of their hands in passing and the shared looks over breakfast became something that he couldn’t just push to the side anymore. He liked Aubrey and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could pretend like he didn’t. Still, he tried to hold it off, tried to ignore it because the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Grace.

Let her down.

Grace, who looked at him like he could pull the moon down for her if she asked. Grace, who still saw something in him even though he knew he’d given her no reason to do so. But she was also the Grace that didn’t ask about his dancing or why he loved it. The Grace that didn’t even know he had a twin because their conversation never strayed below the shallow surface of the lake that their relationship rested on.

He wanted to like her the way she liked him so badly that it hurt. But the way he felt when he looked at her paled in comparison to the way he felt when Aubrey was even in the same room as him. When she turned those brilliant blue eyes on him, when her full lips tilted into that crooked smile, it made him feel…real, in a way. Like she was seeing him.

He hadn’t realized how desperate he had been for that feeling until he met her. 

Ozzy wanted to feel that way with Grace. That was all he wanted, to be the guy she saw him as, the guy she was head over heels for. But he knew even she could see that he wasn’t as invested in them as she was and that killed him. 

It killed him because he couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in her eyes as they settled out on the terrace. Grace was in her nightwear, though she’d wrapped a blanket around her body as if it were some sort of shield she could use to protect herself from the war that Ozzy had knowingly waged on her by dragging this along. 

Nausea twisted his stomach but he knew that this was it: he couldn’t avoid this forever.

“Grace, I really like you. I don’t want you to doubt that because I do,” he began, but he didn’t manage to get anything else out before she spoke.

“But you like Aubrey more, right? Is that it?” she asked, and he could hear the quaver in her voice, could see the wetness in her eyes. It was like a knife to the gut.

“I just like her differently,” Ozzy admitted , nearly wincing at how it sounded now that it was just out in the open. 

Grace looked down at her lap, her hands knotted together. It was like she was thinking out loud, wondering what she’d done wrong, wondering why he couldn’t just feel the way she wanted him to. And with every thought, the knife in his stomach only twisted more and more because this was literally everything he’d wanted to avoid.

“How long have you felt like this?” she finally asked, breaking through the silence that had settled around them.

Since the beginning.

That was the honest answer, but Ozzy knew he couldn’t say that. He couldn’t just admit that he’d stayed in this…whatever this was between him and Grace, knowing damn well he was interested in someone else. And maybe that’s all it had been in the beginning, interest, but somewhere along the way he’d actually caught feelings for Aubrey. He hated lying, he hated not being 100% honest, but he couldn’t bear the thought of breaking her down with that piece of information.

“I don’t know,” he said, the lie sliding too easily past his lips for comfort. “It just happened.”

“‘It just happened,’” Grace repeated, her eyes locked on him. And they sat there like that for a moment, just looking at one another, her disappointment crashing down on him like rain in a hurricane. “Well, maybe you can ‘just happen’ to sleep on the daybeds tonight,” she told him before she stood, tightening the blanket around herself as she made her way back into the Villa.

Ozzy didn’t know how long he sat out there, sitting in the aftermath of everything he had desperately hoped to avoid. Eventually, he got up and went inside, grateful that the bedroom was already dark so no one could see him walk through it to get outside to the daybeds. Well, he started to walk that way. He ended up stopping in the living room when he saw Aubrey sitting on the couch, seemingly so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice he’d entered the room.

“Aubrey?” he said gently, and she turned, eyes widening briefly with surprise.

“Ozzy? What are you doing down here? I thought everyone went to bed.”

“I could ask you the same,” Ozzy said, managing a small smile as he stepped further into the room, settling down on the sofa next to her, just a few inches separating them. He knew he’d have to tell her at some point about the talk he’d had with Grace, mostly because he knew how fast word could spread around this place; he wanted her to hear everything from him before she heard it from someone else. But right now, the knife was still buried too deep, discomfort sitting too heavy in his stomach for him to want to recount it all.

“Didn’t feel much like sharing a bed with Elliot,” she admitted, and something akin to relief helped to ease the knife out a little bit, though not entirely. Elliot had come on pretty strong; he wouldn’t have been surprised if her head had been turned but that didn’t seem to be the case. “What about you? Not sleeping with Grace tonight?”

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” he asked, trying for something akin to teasing but even he could hear the slight strain in his voice.

Concern sparkled in her blue eyes, her expression softening. “Did something happen with you two?” 

Yes.

But as badly as he wanted to tell Aubrey everything, he also worried what she would think. Would she feel responsible somehow? Would she feel embarrassed that she and Ozzy hadn’t been as discreet as they thought they had been? Would she be disappointed in him that it had taken this long? His mind was still a mess after the conversation with Grace, and he wasn’t sure he could have this conversation with her right now.

Then again, look what had happened the last time he’d waited to be honest with someone he cared about.

Because at the end of the day, he had cared about Grace. He’d cared about her enough to try and preserve her feelings, to try and not let her down the way he had. And he cared about Aubrey, too. If he told her everything, there was the chance that maybe he’d let her down somehow. But there was also the chance that he wouldn’t. 

“Yeah, actually,” he said, steeling his nerves. “I told her that I was interested in someone else.”

“You did?” Aubrey asked, and he could hear the surprise in her voice, but there was something else there. Nerves, maybe? Hope? “What uh…what did she say?”

“She was upset, but I also think that she already knew,” Ozzy admitted, his gaze falling to where her hand rested on the sofa cushion, not even an inch from his own. He wanted to steal that inch and hold her, but he stopped himself. “She knew that I liked you,” he finally said, lifting his head to meet her gaze once more.

There it was. He hadn’t been able to say it to her before, too worried about hurting Grace to take the plunge even though Aubrey had been nothing but open since the beginning. And now it was out there. 

Now she knew.

Aubrey was quiet for a moment, and Ozzy could feel that discomfort growing heavier and heavier in his stomach. He wondered if maybe he’d waited too long to tell her. Or maybe she was worried about hurting people in the process. “Aubs, this wasn’t your fault,” he assured her, needing her to know that this was his responsibility and his alone. “This was all me. Grace could…she could feel me pulling away.”

He could practically see the wheels turning in her head, taking everything he’d just told her into consideration. It was a lot to take in, he knew that. Especially for her, especially when he knew she and Grace were friends.

He almost got up to leave and give her space before she finally spoke up again. “So, what does that mean for us, then?” 

“It means that I want you, Aubs. It’s you, okay? It’s been you since the beginning.”

Neither of them moved for a moment. It was like time stood still as they sat there just looking at one another. Ozzy didn’t know who actually moved first but then Aubrey was in his lap and she was kissing him.

They’d shared a few light kisses in challenges. Friendly. Respectful. 

This was anything but.

This was the kind of kiss that romance novelists wrote about, the kind of kiss that ruined every other kiss you’d ever have. It was like her lips were made for his, the way they seemed to respond to every slant of his mouth against her own. They were so warm and soft and responsive. She tasted like fucking sunshine, pure light that warmed him to his core.

She pulled away to catch her breath, but she didn’t move very far, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “I’ve been wanting to do that since day one,” Aubrey said, and Ozzy couldn’t have kept the smile off of his face even if he’d wanted to. 

“Me too,” he murmured, before he leaned in and kissed her again, unable to keep himself away from her for longer than a few seconds.

Her lips parted under the pressure of his own, and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his tongue over her full, lower lip before delving into her mouth. He could taste the minty toothpaste she’d used to brush her teeth before coming downstairs, the unexplainable sunshine and warmth that was just so perfectly Aubrey. He needed so much more of it. Call him a greedy bastard but he wanted to kiss her forever, to learn the places that made her gasp and moan and shift her pretty little hips over him the way she was now.

He heard her breath catch as his mouth moved to trace the soft edge of her jaw, and he smiled against her soft skin before trailing his lips down the column of her neck. He could smell her lavender shampoo, her silky brown hair tickling his nose as he kissed her. “Aubs,” he murmured as his lips came to rest at the base of her throat. He could feel her pulse hammering and he was sure his was pounding just as hard. It was like the sound of her nickname drew a shiver out of her, her back arching, pressing herself into him even more.

“I want you, Ozzy,” she said, her voice a little choked, and that was all he needed to hear.

He turned them, laying Aubrey on the sofa before settling on top of her, balancing on his elbows so he wasn’t bearing all of his weight on her small frame. He looked down at her, at her big blue eyes and her soft curls splayed around her head, and it felt like coming home. Like he was finally with the person he’d always been meant to be with.

She reached up and brushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face, her fingers trailing over his temple, his cheek, before she slid her hand behind his neck and pulled him down into another kiss. There was something languid about this kiss, like they had all the time in the world. It was like they were just soaking one another up, treasuring this time they suddenly had.

He could hardly believe that this was happening. He never imagined on that first day, when he’d been too worried to step forward for her that they would ever end up here. That she’d be looking at him the way she had, telling him that she wanted him. It almost hurt him how badly he’d wanted her then. How badly he wanted her now.

Ozzy ran his hand down her body, the warmth of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her pajamas. When he reached the waistband of her bottoms, he drew back again to look at her, searching her expression for assurance that he could take this further. Aubrey nodded, allowing him to drag the shorts down her legs, dropping them onto the floor next to them.

He pressed his fingers against the silk fabric of her panties, teasing her for a moment before he slid them to the side. She was so fucking soft, he thought as he dragged his finger over her slit. She whimpered as soon as his finger brushed her clit before she pulled him into another kiss. “No teasing. No teasing, Ozzy, I don’t want to wait. I need you.”

I need you.

The words struck him to his core

It wasn’t the first time he’d ever heard those words, but it was the first time they’d ever made him feel as much as he did in this moment. “I don’t have anything on me,” he said, but she just shook her head.

“I’m on the pill,” she murmured, her voice low and her eyes heavy, and he wasn’t sure he would have been able to walk away from her even if he’d wanted to. Not when she was looking at him like that, like he was the only person in the world. 

He pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear down in one yank, his aching cock springing free. He fisted it in his hand, groaning at the momentary relief of stroking himself, before he lined it up at her entrance. “You sure?” he asked, his voice soft, and she nodded once more, capturing his lips in another kiss that had sparks flying through him from head to toe.

Ozzy pressed into her gently, taking his time, savoring the way she moaned against his mouth as he did so. “Fuck,” he swore when he was completely inside of her. Neither one of them moved for a moment, Ozzy letting her get adjusted to the feel of him, peppering kisses across her cheeks, her nose, her jaw as she relaxed. And when he felt she was ready, he slowly started to move his hips. She whimpered at the movement, and he wanted to catalog that sound and store it in the back of his mind forever because it was so fucking perfect.

“Ozzy,” she moaned, wrapping herself around him, pulling him impossibly close. They were chest to chest and he could feel her heart pounding, every beat serving as a reminder that this was real. That Aubrey was in his arms, kissing him like she’d never get the chance to kiss him again.

“It’s you, Aubs,” he whispered against her lips, repeating the same truth he’d told her moments ago. “It’s always been you.”

She clutched him like a lifeline, those little moans and whimpers like music to his fucking ears as he slowly thrusted into her, taking his time to make sure she knew that this wasn’t just some quick and dirty hookup. He wanted her to know that he was serious about this thing between them, that he would be there and that he wanted to take care of her. “Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy.” She said his name like a prayer, and he hoped to God he was answering it as he continued to worship her the way she deserved.

Ozzy slid his hand between them, his fingers lightly playing over her clit. “I’m so close, Ozzy,” Aubrey moaned, and he could feel her tighten around him.

“I know Aubs,” he said, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, her pulse beating rapidly under his lips. “I’ve got you.”

It was as if those words were all she needed to let go. She fumbled for him, dragging him back into her, muffling her moans against his mouth as she came around his cock, her tight walls squeezing him so fiercely that he knew he wasn’t far behind her. “Fuck, Aubs,” he groaned, kissing her hard as his own release hit him like a ton of bricks. He practically shuddered in her arms, his hand moving from her clit to hold her hip, gripping tightly as he rode the waves of his orgasm, pleasure prickling every inch of his skin.

When he had gathered his bearings, Ozzy slowly slid out of her before he moved them so she was laying on top of him.

 He looked down at her to find that she’d nestled her face into his chest, one arm slung lazily around him. Her brown curls were a little messy, a few of them clinging to her sweat-soaked temples. Her face was flushed, her cheeks the same shade of pink as the roses that used to grow along the sidewalk in front of his house. She was so fucking beautiful.

 For a moment, neither of them said anything and Ozzy was grateful for the quiet. It allowed him the chance to just soak in the fact that he and Aubrey were together. They had a shot.This gorgeous woman lying on top of him wanted him the way he wanted her; it felt too good to be true.

And maybe they both got sent home tomorrow, or maybe he got voted off or whatever the hell else could happen when they were here. But he knew that regardless of what happened, at least they had this. They had this moment where it was just him and her, where she knew how he felt about her and he knew how she felt about him.

Knowing that, knowing that at least he hadn’t let Aubrey down, was all that he needed.

[mrsbsmooth]

S6 headcanons

The guys finding out she’s pregnant.

This is @caitkaminski and @ellegreenwxys fault

(Note from today I found this in my drafts and never posted it???????)

Jamal

Thrilled. Really excited, but doesn’t want to show it because he’s certain it’s gonna be a prank. One hand over his mouth. “Really? No— no— be serious. Be fucking for real right now. Are you really?”

Ryan

Is this gonna get in the way of his music aspirations? He’s a little hesitant. Probably puts his foot in it.

“Oh, wow, okay, and it’s… mine?”

Lewie

Stares at her for a full minute. Then cries (happiness). Hands over his face. He’s a sobbing mess and won’t be letting her out of his sight for at least a week. She won’t be lifting anything heavier than a cup of tea. If they’re not married, watch out because he’s proposing within hours.

Ozzy

Breaks out in a huge smile. He’s down, straight away. Hugs her tight and keeps whispering ‘I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it’ into her hair. Calls his mum, has a really hard time keeping it to himself.

Roberto

He’s hitting the airport. Immediately. No, he’s not running. He’s dragging her by the hand back to Portugal to meet his Vovó and his parents and siblings. They’re probably gonna move there. MC is not gonna lift a finger for three years they are all so excited, especially him. He is waiting on her hand and foot.

Elliot

Absolutely floored. Pulls her into the biggest, all encompassing hug he can manage. Holds her for what feels like forever. MC realises he’s shaking. She tries to pull away, but he’s just like.

“Mm-mm. Not done.”

Then he’s planning how he’s gonna reveal it to his subs and he’s gonna have the BEST time doing it.

Andy

Grinning and jumping around, “Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!! Are you serious???” He picks her up and spins her around, before realising he might be being a bit rough, and puts her down as gently as possible. She catches him an hour later with his nose buried in his phone and she rolls her eyes thinking he’s researching medical stuff. He’s actually reading about prams/strollers. He’s starting a comparison table in his notebook that he can add to between clients.

Marshall

If they’re not together: 👻👻👻

If they are together: he freezes. Like mid bite of his dinner, he is so still you can barely see him. “Are you sure?” She says she is, and he gets a bit shaky. “And you want… that. With… me.” He can’t believe someone would want him in their life long term like that and it forces him to really think about what he wants. When it sinks in, he’s gonna smile, and go…. “I kinda don’t hate that.”

Hamish

Empire building, right away and immediately. Names the baby “Hamish Albert Mountbatten Bertrand Reginald Gregory Lennox-Ross the second, otherwise known as junior.”

MC suggests it could be a girl, Hamish chokes on his tea and stares at her until she backs out of the room.

Francis

“A blessing from the universe,” he says. Doesn’t even break his meditative state. She curls up next to him, to try and get his attention, and he rests his hand on her arm really softly. “A blessing.”

Toby

“Wow someone wanted to sleep with me that’s so cool.”

[operationnope]

wip tag game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WiPs.

The tags came in hot and heavy for this one 😂 Thank you @rebelrayne @longbobmckenzie @mrsbsmooth and @ellegreenwxy 💕

I actually dread when I get tagged for wips because I feel like it’s a rarity for me to be actively working on something. But I opened up docs, and I found two abandoned wips. I also found a note for ideas, so here they are 🤪

Abandoned wips:

Hindsight is 2023 (OF)

Marshall is a dick

Ideas:

Roberto cooking class

Roberto double date rewrite

Marshall heart rate challenge

Ozzy hen do

Joel smut (RC)

Tagging @0shewrites0 @libelle949 @mp3minded @oodelally3 @lucas-koh @runfromitall59

[0shewrites0]

a thief and a liar

S7 | Alex x MC | 7,000+ words | @0shewrites0

for @ellegreenwxy 🎄

synopsis | When Melissa Cartwright comes home for Christmas for the first time in five years, she doesn’t expect to have her whole life suddenly hanging by a loose thread. She especially doesn’t expect to have her ex boyfriend, the one that got away (kinda?), be the reason for it.

Loosely inspired by Confetti And Roses by James Blunt.

genre | angst with a happy ending. fluff. the one that got away-ish. second chance romance. christmas themed. hallmark type of fic.

rating | M (mature)

Read on ao3.

[mnlpine]

Character tag game

Rules: pick four of your favourite characters from four pieces of media and let your tumblr people decide which one most suits your vibe

Tagging @beasartblog @ellegreenwxy @i-boop-you @lucas-koh @oodelally3 @queen-of-boops

Thank you for the tag @justtuesdays @operationnope @thatwheelchairchick

[willkimurashat]

Favorite LITG fics?

Hello my love! Thank you for the ask❤️

I’m an infuriatingly slow reader and I get distracted a lot while reading, so I have to pick and choose what fics to prioritize, and therefore, I haven’t read as many as I’d like:( but here’s the ones that had me froth at the mouth, just off the top of my head, in no particular order:

under the rose by @wildberryjams (Will/MC, unfinished, on hiatus)

Meet Me in the Afterglow by @tammyisobsessedwith (Will/MC, finished)

Drama King by @libelle949 (Johnny/MC, almost finished)

Jaded by @mrsbsmooth (Suresh/MC, finished)

Jurassic Island by @rebelrayne (Jurassic Park au, unfinished)

Whiskey on Your Lips by @lucas-koh (Bobby/MC, finished, but I haven’t finished reading it lol)

Love Island, Actually by @crimswnred , @tammyisobsessedwith , @ellegreenwxy , @i-boop-you (multiple ships, unfinished, on hiatus??)

All’s Fair in Casa Amor by @crimswnred , @mrsbsmooth , @i-boop-you (Bobby/MC, finished)

Are You The One? by @queen-of-boops (Henrik/MC, finished)

Recipe for Two by @justtuesdays (Bobby/MC, finished, but they’re also doing a rewrite currently!)

the ghost of you by @0shewrites0 (Oliver/MC, finished)

I’m gonna stop here, but there’s soooo many talented writers in this fandom and I’ve read a lot more fics that I loved too, these are just the first that came to mind❤️ there’s also a whole lot on my “to be read” list that I just didn’t get to yet lol!

I hope this helps, my lovely!😊 and don’t forget to check the tags before you read any, just in case:)

[rebelrayne]

I will be posting the results later today, but wanted to put this out first to link it to that post! Below the cut are some of the Islanders that received negative scores and I'd like to invite you to read some/all of the fics so you can see another side of these characters. These are just some of the fics out there, some characters had multiple options and I narrowed it down. I did opt to go the romance route, so no platonic fics or bittersweet endings are listed.

If a fic has an asterisk* next to it, you must have an AO3 account to access and read it.

beloved & beloathed by @willkimurashat (NR) (chaptered)

fight for it by @queen-of-boops (M) (one-shot)

golden thread by @starsarestars (T) (one-shot)

perfectly infuriating by @/queen-of-boops (M) (one-shot)

if not today, maybe tomorrow by @0shewrites0 (E) (chaptered)

proper odd by @whatisreggieshortfor (NR) (one-shot)

clickbait by kiki_the_creator (M) (one-shot)

came for you by @/whatisreggieshortfor (NR) (one-shot)

end game by @/rebelrayne (M) (one-shot)

this momentary blue* by @sparxaf (M) (one-shot)

craft beer and roses by NaturalEcho (E) (chaptered)

finn-esse by @i-boop-you (E) (one-shot)

color coded by @/whatisreggieshortfor (NR) (one-shot)

if you like piña coladas by @mrsbsmooth (T) (one-shot)

superpower by constantrepeat (M) (chaptered)

violet girl* by @throughthejunobush (E) (chaptered)

121°C by @lucas-koh (T) (one-shot)

the other side by @/rebelrayne (T) (one-shot)

image is everything by @/queen-of-boops (M) (one-shot)

drama king by @libelle949 (E) (chaptered)

don't call me baby by @ellegreenwxy (E) (chaptered)

the challenge by @thesepromises (T) (one-shot)

whipped by @/i-boop-you (E) (one-shot)

the colour that you are by @/mrsbsmooth (G) (one-shot)

jealous. by @/rebelrayne (T) (one-shot)

[caitkaminski]

Writing patterns!

Rules: Share the first paragraph of your last five published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! - except I don’t have 5 lol but I did my best

Thank you @rebelrayne for the tag!

1. Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a day began like no other. The birds sang their merry little song high in the trees, the dawn sent rays of warm sunlight streaking over the fields, and each and every member of castle staff had a grin plastered upon their faces. You see, after decades of trying and failing to conceive, the King and Queen of Jambon had finally been blessed with the arrival of a baby boy. Though, it was fair to say, he was a little bit…odd, to put it delicately. With the one tuft of hair he had stuck up at a point, the absolute refusal to wear socks and the Queen could have sworn he cooed louder at the smell of bacon. Nevertheless, to them, he was absolutely perfect. Their little baby, Hamish. (Once Upon a Nap - Hamish/OC (ongoing chaptered fic)

2. It was a Friday night, around three weeks ago. Picture the scene: a woman sat all alone in a bath that had long gone cold, nursing the final sips of wine left in the bottle she’d emptied single-handedly. Mascara ran down her cheeks in streaks she didn’t bother to wash off. Her hand rippled through the water as she pushed the hot tap on with her foot, gaining some feeling back in her limbs. (NOT My Type On Paper) - Marshall/OC (on hiatus)

3. They say life is full of little moments. Core memories. Your first crush, hearing a baby giggle, learning to ride a bike. Flashbulb moments we want to relive over and over again. Remember what we felt, the warmth, the joy. Peace.

But they never talk about the negative times, do they? Those memories that instil your brain with fear and negativity. The easiest ones to remember, of course The ones that take root in your brain, set up camp, and come out to say hello decades later just to torture you. Remind you of how you felt as if your brain gets some sick pleasure out of it. Keep you up in the dead of night wondering why the fuck you did that? (Supernova - Lewie/MC (oneshot)

Tagging: all newbie writers to showcase your work please because it’s scary for us out there 💛

And @ellegreenwxy because she asked nicely x

[tammyisobsessedwith]

Well, that was something! I do feel a little bit called out, but I wish I were that creative 😅

Thank you for the tag @operationnope ❤️

Tagging my girls @beasartblog @crimswnred @i-boop-you @ellegreenwxy @mrsbsmooth

Take the Cosmos Persona test here

[oodelally3]

Last Sentence Tag Game!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thanks for the tags, @rebelrayne & @krissyv 🥰

It was exhilarating and intoxicating, and he just wanted to bury his head in her neck, hide in her curls, and get drunk from it all.

Right. I'm not tagging 26 people! Not sure I even have that many to tag! I'm sure many of you have already been tagged, but here we go: @ariendiel @alex-is-my-sexy-handyman @tammyisobsessedwith @itsrealityboo @beasartblog @caitkaminski @crimswnred @whatisreggieshortfor @dragonfly1302 @eskiix @ellegreenwxy @elliesmith33 @garebearandnan @i-boop-you @justtuesdays @lasswithumor @lucas-koh @mrs-toohot Okay, that's good enough. :)

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note: chaptered fics are marked with an asterisk (*), incomplete fics are in italics

Villa

#GetAwayForTwo by TennantsLittleKitten #ILoveYou by TennantsLittleKitten *It has always been you by Lydxo13 it's about zeph by Lucy_Love *Like No One's Watching by Queen_Of_Boops *My Baby Just Wrote Me A Letter by nacey Not If the Postcard Was Right by TennantsLittleKitten Shape of My Heart by Ariendiel, christy_sparkle, longbobmckenzie, rebelrayne Soon by Lucy_Love teach me. by thesepromises the road not taken looks real good now by ellegreenwxy with you by thesepromises

Alternate Universe

Let me be your woman by PearlBracelet Mistletoe by Lucy_Love

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Do a season 2 reunion where every single islander sits on a couch and talk out all the drama

The Blake and Jo drama, and Mc being like “BRUH” I want them all to talk out the drama!! Lottie and everyone

P L E A S E

Reunion

S2 | Lucas/MC | 3400+ words | @ellegreenwxy

It's one week since Season Two ended and Lucas and Laurel were crowned the winners, but how is everyone holding up now that they're out?

“How are you feeling?” Lucas asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her cheek. The woman that had been touching up her makeup gave him a dirty look before lightly brushing over the spot once more, making sure Laurel’s skin looked perfect. Once she was satisfied, she left the two alone and Laurel turned in her seat to get a better look at her boyfriend.

“Just ready to get it out of the way,” she said, reaching out to smooth out the navy fabric of his suit jacket. He had on a basic white button-up beneath it, the majority of the top buttons undone to give the audience at home a glimpse at his chiseled chest. She’d gone with a white, sleeveless, bodycon dress to compliment his suit, the soft fabric hugging her curves and bringing out the warmth of her tanned skin. 

The winners of Love Island looked pretty damn good, if she had to say so herself.

“It’s going to be interesting to see everyone,” Lucas mused, and Laurel nodded even though “interesting” didn’t even begin to cover it. Especially now that they’d watched the show all the way through, she had to imagine today would be awfully tense. Everyone was there with an agenda, Laurel herself included.

One of the PAs passed by their room, rapping her knuckles on the open door. “Time to head to the stage,” she told them, and Laurel gave Lucas a look before she got up and took his outstretched hand, walking with him behind the production assistant as she led them through the set.

As soon as they got to the stairs that led up to the stage, their host announced them as the winners of this year’s Love Island. Laurel could hear the live studio audience clapping and cheering and she gave Lucas’s hand a quick squeeze before the two made their way out onto the stage. Everyone was already out there, sitting with the person they’d been coupled up with when they left the Villa or with another single if they hadn’t been in a couple when they’d been dumped. Some of the couples were sitting as if they had a wall erected between them. Very interesting…

“How are you both doing tonight?” their host asked after they’d settled into their seats, and Laurel nodded.

“We’re doing really well, yeah,” she said, unable to help but smile as Lucas took her hand and held it firmly in his own. 

“I’m glad to hear it. You both look very happy,” the host said, and Laurel shared a soft smile with Lucas before allowing her gaze to roam around the stage. 

Ibrahim and Jo were seated close together, his arm tossed around her shoulders, holding her close––no surprise there. Lottie and Gary looked less loved up, a little bit of distance separating the two of them, same as Marisol and Graham. Bobby caught her eye from where he was sat next to Hannah and he grinned, the sight of his cheeky smile enough to nearly have her burst into laughter. Henrik and Chelsea were next to them, looking more friendly than anything. And then there was Hope and Noah who were as far on opposite ends of their couch as they could be. 

They weren’t the only ones sitting next to one another––she saw Blake, Elisa, and a handful of other people she hardly recognized aside from their brief Casa Amor appearances––and her heart felt like it was going to leap right out of her chest. God, tonight was going to be something, wasn’t it?

“Well, let’s jump right into it then. From Casa Amor to sneaky kisses and girl code violations, this season of Love Island was the most watched yet with plenty of drama to go around. And tonight, our Islanders have returned to hash it all out onstage for you all.”

Even from out of the corner of her eye, Laurel could see Lottie tense up. The hate on social media had been a lot for all of them––Hope especially––but Lottie had gotten some of the worst of it for how she’d acted. Laurel wouldn’t say she deserved it, by any means, but it wasn’t like Lottie had been some innocent who just got targeted for no apparent reason. She shouldn’t have gotten bullied for it, but she also shouldn’t necessarily have been off the hook for it either.

They all looked to the screens that were set up onstage, watching a brief montage of some of the most dramatic moments of the season. Laurel found herself gripping Lucas’s hand at certain moments, especially when he decided to switch to Blake at the stick or twist recoupling. It had hurt the first time they’d watched it together, and the sting had hardly lessened since, no matter how many times he’d explained his reasons behind doing it to her.

Nothing was off limits, every moment displayed for the entire group to see. Judging by the looks on some of their faces, it seemed that some of the former Islanders hadn’t watched the show after their time in the Villa had ended. Laurel was so grateful that she had taken the time to watch the show, though it certainly hadn’t been easy. Something about seeing your most vulnerable moments played out, knowing that they’d been made visible to the rest of the world, was…complicated, to say the very least. 

The screen went black and the lights brightened on the stage, showcasing a variety of expressions though Laurel didn’t even have time to catalog them all in her mind before the host began speaking. “One of the most memorable moments of the season that we just saw was, of course, when our Love Island winners ran into trouble after Laurel came back from Casa Amor single. Lucas: Why did you decide to couple up with Blake?”

His hand flexed briefly around Laurel’s, something reassuring in the gesture, before he spoke. It was something they’d talked about already, so listening to him discuss it didn’t give her as much anxiety as it would have had she gone into it blind. 

“I didn’t know if Laurel was going to come back with someone or not,” he admitted. “We hadn’t been together long, we were still getting to know each other and then she went to Casa Amor. If she did come back with someone, I didn’t know if I’d be going home because of it. Blake was pretty convincing; she told me that I couldn’t rely on Laurel since we hadn’t been together for very long and I believed her. And then when Laurel came back single, and I realized that I’d screwed up, I guess I felt like I had to at least see things through with Blake. It was only fair.”

“I think trying to put the blame on me is pretty shady, Lucas. You made the decision to switch to me, I didn’t make you do that,” Blake said, something glinting in her dark eyes as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “At least own up to it.”

“So, you didn’t try to graft him? He just walked up to the firepit and picked you out of nowhere? I’m not buying that, Blake,” Laurel said, her eyes narrowing slightly. 

“Oh, I grafted him. But he didn’t have to pick me. All I did was tell him the truth, and the truth was that there was no reason for him to trust you when you’d been coupled up for like, a week,” Blake argued back, and it was like Laurel could feel the tension settle in the room around them like a storm cloud.

“But clearly that wasn’t the truth because I came back single and I was loyal the entire time I was in Casa Amor. To me, it sounds like you lied to him to secure a spot in the Villa. And actually, while we’re at it, you came at me literally the moment we met. What was it you said? Something about how you don’t have to try as hard as I do?”

“And I don’t. You tried so hard all summer long to be liked by everyone––”

“And I won,” Laurel cut her off. “And you got sent home so, clearly, trying hard worked out for me,” she added, settling back into the sofa. 

She caught Hope’s eyes from where she was sitting on the sofa across the stage from her own, her Villa Bestie giving her a wink as the audience oohed around Laurel, her dig clearly having struck a chord. She felt a hand gently clasp around her shoulder and she glanced behind her to see Priya looking proudly at her, her other friend giving her a reassuring smile. 

“That wasn’t the only fight we’ve seen this season,” their host said, drawing the attention away from the girls as the audience quieted down. “We had our viewers at home vote for their favorite fight of the season: Lottie versus Priya; Jo versus Shannon; Priya versus Hope; Hope versus Noah. Let’s take a look.”

Their attention was directed to a screen once more, watching as the four fights that had been voted on played out for them to rewatch (or in the case of some of her fellow Islanders, to watch for the first time). Laurel found herself endlessly grateful that she hadn’t been involved in too many scuffles, able to make it through the season relatively unscathed. She’d been through plenty else, but at least she’d avoided being a direct part of the fights that had sent the people at home watching the show into an absolute spiral.

“You all voted and the fight that you decided was your favorite of the season was…Lottie versus Priya!” Their host looked over at Priya, the brunette sitting just behind Laurel with Shannon at her side. “Now Priya, you caught a lot of flack from Lottie when you first entered the Villa. I know you two made up with the help of Laurel but how do you feel about it all now after having watched it?”

Laurel fought the urge to visibly grimace. Priya had left the Villa on relatively good terms with Lottie. But after seeing everything the Aussie had said about her in the beach hut, Priya had changed her tune to say the very least. Honestly, Laurel didn’t blame her, especially after she’d watched the show, as well. If they’d thought Lottie had been bad in the Villa, she’d been relentless in her on-camera interviews.

“It was hard to watch. I just didn’t get why she was coming at me so hard when I was doing what she would have done in my situation. I was a bombshell and I did what every bombshell has to do. And I think the fact that the person whose partner I stole became my best friend in the Villa says a lot,” Priya explained, and Laurel couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for her friend. Priya had grown a lot since her time in the Villa; she’d been fierce before but now she really knew who she was and Laurel thought that was a really beautiful thing. 

“Lottie? Anything to add?”

“I mean…” Lottie sighed, looking somewhat conflicted about what she wanted to say next. Laurel wondered if it was because she was trying to think of what would cause the least amount of backlash. “I was just looking out for the girls who were already there. And it’s not as if my worries were completely unfounded. I mean, hello, Operation Nope? Do I regret some of the things I said? Of course I do. But I also don’t think I was completely in the wrong, and I don’t think I would have done the same as Priya did.”

“But you did,” Priya said, and Laurel could feel the energy in the room shift, everyone in the audience leaning forward eagerly in their seats. “You came for me, whatever. You said some mean things about me, whatever. The thing that hurt the worst, though, was that you came at me that hard after what you did to Hannah. You talked a big game about sticking together but as soon as Hannah was gone, you didn’t even have the decency to not pursue the guy she’d been coupled up with.

“Honestly, I’m kind of over the whole thing at this point. You can say you regret it all you want but I really don’t think you’re as sorry as everyone––myself included––thought you were. And that’s really all I have left to say on it,” Priya said, and Laurel was happy to see Lottie at least had the presence of mind to look somewhat embarrassed at being reminded of how she acted.

“Speaking of that kiss, you all voted for your muggiest moment: the secret Lottie and Gary kiss after Hannah’s elimination; Lucas switching to Blake after Casa Amor; Noah dodging Priya’s kiss during Operation Nope; and the highly argued Jo and Ibrahim kiss,” their host began. “And you all decided that the muggiest moment was, in fact, the Lottie and Gary kiss. Gary, what was going through your head when that happened?”

The blond shifted, seemingly uncomfortable to have the attention on him. “Well. I uh…I don’t know. Hannah knew I didn’t really like her, and so I didn’t feel like I owed anything to her, you know? The kiss with Lottie wasn’t planned––it definitely didn’t just happen––but she was upset and I was trying and failing to make her feel better and we kissed. She wanted to keep it under wraps because of Hannah and I was trying to work out where my head was for certain people so…yeah.”

“Hannah? Any thoughts?”

“Well, I agree that Gary didn’t owe anything to me. I was trying to have that fairytale romance with the first guy I met, not really caring if that guy was actually right for me. It hurt more to see Lottie act one way to everyone else and then act differently behind closed doors, but I’m glad we made up when I got back into the Villa. I don’t hold a grudge against her,” Hannah said, and Laurel watched as Bobby put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. Maybe they weren’t the next greatest love story, but she was at least glad that Hannah had someone like him as a friend.

“This season, we thought we were in for a fairytale romance, but some of the other Islanders were a little bit skeptical. Bobby and Priya instigated ‘Operation Nope,’ which they decided was a way to test if Hope and Noah were the real deal. A lot of people thought it was shady and a little manipulative. Bobby, why did you decide to do it?”

Laurel had known that Operation Nope would come up at some point. She’d avoided getting involved in it when she’d been in the Villa, choosing rather to let Hope know what was going on despite Bobby’s pleas not to tell anyone. As much as she loved Bobby as a friend, she hadn’t loved the plan to try and test her friend’s couple.

“Hope and Noah were the only couple that had stuck together since that first day. And then that tweet came out about her playing him and Noah and I were friends so…I guess I wanted to make sure that Hope wasn’t actually playing him. And I knew Priya liked him and I thought she deserved a chance. I went about it in the worst way possible, I know that now. I should have been more upfront with Noah about what I thought and I shouldn’t have tried to interfere,” Bobby explained. “I’d say that ON is probably my biggest regret this season.”

“After watching the show, I feel bad for how I treated Priya because yes, she made a pass at Noah under my nose, but I definitely blamed her for it, not really realizing how involved Bobby was,” Hope said, straightening a little where she sat across from Laurel on the stage. “He’d always encouraged keeping the Villa peaceful and trying to keep everyone calm and collected, so it was kind of a slap in the face to see him orchestrating it behind the scenes like that. And then telling Laurel, one of my closest friends in the Villa, and trying to get her involved…it was really shady, and I honestly didn’t expect that from him.”

“Noah? Bobby said that he was worried about you, what were your thoughts?” their host asked, and Laurel watched him sigh, gaze flickering to his hands as he seemingly tried to work through what he wanted to say.

“Bobby and I are friends, and watching that––like Hope said––really was a slap to the face. But I understand why he did it and he knows that he went about it the wrong way so I guess I don’t see any point in harping on it,” he finally said, shrugging lightly.

“Speaking of, Operation Nope was included in our vote for most memorable moment, alongside Blakegate, Judge Bobby, and Priya’s breakfast pie. I think no one’s surprised to hear that you all voted Judge Bobby as this season’s most memorable moment!” 

The tension in the room dissipated as they played a video of Bobby in his makeshift judge’s robes, everyone relaxing a bit, the drama momentarily forgotten. Lucas slid his hand into Laurel’s and she found herself able to relax a little for the first time that night. But, of course, it couldn’t last for very long. Not when they had a host hellbent on bringing up every uncomfortable moment of the season.

“One thing that surprised viewers was Henrik and Hannah’s joint return. What came as even more of a shock was Henrik’s continued attempts at grafting Laurel while she was coupled up with Lucas. Lucas, what did you think about seeing your best friend in the Villa pursue Laurel like that?”

“I mean, it was uncomfortable to watch, first and foremost,” Lucas said, shifting so he could toss an arm around her bare shoulders. “Laurel had been pretty clear that she wasn’t interested and it bothered me that he kept trying to press the issue. It also…I don’t want to say that it hurt, because the nature of the Villa is to graft, but I wished that he would have talked to me and told me he was interested in her instead of going behind my back. Henrik and I are friends, but being sneaky like that…it’s not something that I’m a fan of. And he knows that.”

“Henrik? Was there a reason you decided to hide it from Lucas? You’re a pretty open person; why did you decide to go behind his back?”

“In my head, it made more sense. I wanted to test the waters with Laurel to see if there was even something there before I went to him and tried to throw a wrench in everything. Of course now, I realize that wasn’t okay, especially with how I kept pursuing Laurel. I really wish I had handled it better,” Henrik explained, and Laurel watched Chelsea give his hand a supportive squeeze.

“And for you, Laurel, what was going through your head during all of this?”

Laurel forced herself to take a deep breath before she spoke. “Honestly? I wasn’t thinking about anyone or anything except for Lucas. It was always going to be him, at the end of the day. There was absolutely no way that I was going to just abandon him for someone I hardly knew. Yeah, Henrik’s nice but there was no question in my mind that I would be leaving that Villa––winner or not––with Lucas at my side.”

Lucas pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in the feel of his lips against her skin. She thought of how they’d go home tonight and probably order takeaway from one of their favorite places, enjoy a glass or two of wine while they unpacked the day’s events, then fall into bed together the way they did almost every night. Because, at the end of the day, at least they had each other. 

And that was all that she needed.

[mrsbsmooth]

Happy birthday to my dear and very good friend @ellegreenwxy who literally deserves the entire world and universe.

In celebration of her birthday, here’s Mechanic Marshall discovering he has a thing for being submissive (canon) and high heels (let’s be honest basically canon he desperately wants you to step on him).

Well. This was an awfully intimate position to be in with a customer. Laney looked up at him, her eyes dark as the open road at midnight, wild as the night sky and narrowed as if she was thinking of doing things that no one would ever expect from ‘a girl like her’. His lips were on hers before he could even catch the sparkle of mischief in them.

Read Now on Ao3

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Top Ten TV Shows

Rules: List 10 TV shows as gifs then tag ten people

Thanks for the tag @mnlpine @mrsbsmooth @kikithegr8 and @rebelrayne 💕

Listed in no particular order, other than trying to remember what I’ve watched over the years 😅

1. Mad Men

2. 30 Rock

3. Bob’s Burgers

4. Sex and the City

5. The Witcher

6. Supernatural

7. My So Called Life

8. Parks and Recreation

9. Arrested Development

10. Sex Education

I’m late to the game, so sorry if I tag you again @lucas-koh @malbontesmrs @beasartblog @countessklair @chroniccomicobsession @ellegreenwxy @ariendiel @libelle949 @cherryrohan @throughthejunobush

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20 questions for fic writers

thank you for tagging me @rebelrayne 🫶🏼

How many works do you have on ao3?

20

What's your total ao3 word count?

539,557

What fandoms do you write for?

Love Island the Game, Romance Club fandom, The Originals (and I guess you could say LoveLink because I had characters appear in a LITG fic?)

Top five fics by kudos:

1. Dead of Night

2. Seamless

3. I’m Yours

4. liquid gold

5. crossroads

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Always! Maybe not right away but I love getting comments, reading them and replying to them 🥹

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t know, I guess it would be the ghost of you because rainbow isn’t that angsty. It’s more hurt/(a little)comfort?

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

There are so manyyy 😂 But for the sake of it, I’ll put a thief and a liar here

Do you get hate on fics?

No and I’m glad I don’t. I only had someone ask why there was such a difference in the level of writing between I’m Yours (literally my first ever fic) and Seamless. Which, duh. And I should probably give I’m Yours a rewrite but I honestly couldn’t care less. It’s a part of my journey 🥲

Do you write smut?

Yes and I think it’s fun!

Craziest crossover:

I’ve not really done crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I feel like if that happened to me, I’d be heartbroken.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

All time favourite ship?

I thought I’d say Lucas/MC but now I don’t know? I’ll write anything as long as the ✨hyper fixation✨ hits, ya know? And I read everything as well. I’ve read so many great fics where I absolutely loved the pairing.

Lmao in case you couldn’t tell, I’m fucking indecisive 💀

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A chaptered fantasy AU. I have so many chapters written (unedited) but most days I’m not really feeling it 😩 It’s been sitting in my drafts for forever.

What are your writing strengths?

I’ve had a lot of people in comments say that my character analysis is great and that way I can bring them to life in a realistic way? And that I can portray them and their thoughts and emotions really well 👉🏼👈🏼

What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely the language. I’ve tried writing in German but it’s horrible. It’s so cringeworthy and I can’t even imagine putting that on a platform even though I’m native and obviously have alllll the vocab skills I’d need. But English is only my second language and I’m still struggling, sometimes so much that I can’t even sit down and write because I get so frustrated.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love it!

First fandom you wrote in?

Love Island the Game

Favourite fic you've written?

I’ve loved writing It was meant to be you so so much 😮‍💨

tagging @willkimurashat @mercedesdecorazon @crimswnred @libelle949 @perfectlysunny02 @operationnope @ellegreenwxy @eskiix @ariendiel 🩷

[beesandfigs-abandoned]

Alright lovelies, the raffle is officially over! I appreciate everyone who participated. Here’s a list of all the winners 💖

And for those of you who won, you’ll be DMed your card on Valentine’s Day (tomorrow for me lol). You can also send me your email for a better quality picture!

@auds-and-evens - Rohan card

@ellegreenwxy - Chelsea card

@lasswithumor - Hope card

@noblogs101 - Angie Card

@sunshinejihyun - Talia Card

@ellegreenwxy - Tai card

@longbobmckenzie - Henrik card

@tammyisobsessedwith - Priya card

@tammyisobsessedwith - Tim card

@litglola - Oliver card

@caitkaminski - Bruno card

@caitkaminski - Gary card

@queen-of-boops - Lucas card

@longbobmckenzie - Jake card

@mrsbsmooth - Bobby card

Thank you everyone for being a part of this project. I promise more giveaways and raffles for those of you who didn’t win!! 💖💖💖