#ngl i started this like a year ago..

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litg s2 | saying nope | chapter 1

pairing: mc x noah

a/n: i gained a new hyperfixation which is love island the game!! imo, the game is very pg - seemingly written for younger teens - so i will be taking a crack at writing something more realistic(?) but only from the perspective of the show. so like the game, we won’t see anything about what the characters do in their outside lives.. i’ve never read fanfic about this game before; i don’t even know if people write any but.. this is my best attempt!!

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you always had this attitude about life; that maybe if you treated everything like an experiment, approached everything with an angle, then maybe it would be funny to just observe as an outsider. for a long time, that’s what you were. but suddenly, that comforting level of detachment was about to disappear. since a friend dared you to audition for love island, and you did so just to see what would happen, but it seemed that the unimaginable is what happened. because you were somehow selected to compete in the show - as one of the original cast members, no less.

you worried about how you would be perceived; how the show would affect your reputation. but none of those worries paled in comparison to the prospect of winning £50,000. more accurately, £25,000, you told yourself. since no one ever seems to take the entire prize for themselves. but, since they let someone like you in this year, you reasoned that perhaps anything would be possible.

you kept that faint optimism in your metaphorical back pocket, as the first day of filming finally rolled around, and you found yourself strutting into the luxurious villa in your favorite little bikini. trying to look nonchalant, you looked down at the ground, catching a glimpse of your fresh pedicure in your beachy cork wedges. though, your aura of aloofness faded as you stepped inside, stopping at the first mirror you saw to fix your hair.

standing by the entrance to the living room, you heard a car engine approach, and shortly afterwards a slender girl sporting box braids and a vibrant bikini got out to greet you.

she seemed confident yet reserved, though you both squealed in excitement as you laid eyes on each other.

hope: hey! it’s so great to meet you! i’m hope.

her skin was deep with cool undertones that perfectly complemented her canary yellow eyeshadow. her arms were toned as she opened them to give you a hug.

you: i’m (Y/N). isn’t it crazy we’re the first ones here?

hope: babe, i almost fell flat on my face getting out of the jeep, i couldn’t contain myself.

you: hopefully later tonight we’ll be flat on our backs!

you and hope both erupted in laughs, though you silently cursed yourself for opening with such a crass joke. it would definitely become a meme, at least in your hometown.

you: so hope, what do you do?

hope: oh i’m a sales rep for mattel. my job is mostly just asking stores to carry our products, but it’s quite easy, not gonna lie. who doesn’t love barbie?

you: oh my god, that sounds like a dream.

hope: it is, to be fair. but i’ve become quite the workaholic, it’s kinda interfering with my love life, which is why i need something like this!

the clack of heels against the marble floor interrupted your conversation. turning to the door, you were greeted by a tall, pale figure with flowing pastel purple hair.

lottie: hey girls! i’m lottie, nice to meet you both.

you were immediately intrigued by her australian accent. most of her body was covered in tattoos and she wore a black strappy bikini, her side shave becoming noticeable when she turned towards hope.

hope: glad to have another girl here! i’m hope and this is (Y/N).

she reached out and gave your arm a friendly squeeze while she spoke. lottie was also quite outgoing and animated as she talked.

lottie: this villa is huge! i’m buzzing!

hope: yes! i’m well excited to go see the rest of it.

lottie: so, you girls looking for love or just a bit of fun?

you: well i’m definitely open to both. i’m kinda just seeing how this plays out.

lottie: ooh that’s such a good attitude. i came here with love in mind, but now i’m just looking forward to a summer full of making new friends!

hope: (Y/N), what was your love life on the outside like? any particular reason you auditioned?

you: kinda like you said before, romance just wasn’t on my front burner and things never really got serious with anyone.

lottie: yeah, all my ex’s were tools. the villa is gonna be such a breath of fresh air!

just as lottie finished, another girl walked through the front door. she was fair-skinned, with a long ginger braid and side-swept bangs. she donned a pink lacey bikini with accents of silver jewelry.

hannah: hello my loves, i’m hannah!

lottie: hey girl! hope, (Y/N), and i were just talking about men.

hannah: oh my gosh, what are your types?

hope: i like someone tall, dark, and handsome. can’t go wrong with that combo.

lottie: i totally get that. but in oz, everyone drools over the tanned surfer type, not my style though. i’m all about nice eyes. they’re the windows to the soul!

you: i don’t really have a type on paper. if he’s got a nice personality and the chat flows, i’ll give him a shot.

hannah: oh, i totally relate. personality is everything for me. i’m quite the old soul so i need a prince to sweep me off my feet!

you instinctively raised your eyebrows.

you: i don’t think love island is gonna be the fairy tale you’re looking for, hun. it’s a competition after all.

lottie let out a frustrated sigh.

lottie: it’s technically a competition but the friendships we make here are gonna last forever!

another set of footsteps opens the door with a creak and approaches the conversation. the group of you were suddenly met with a golden-skinned, curvy figure slightly shorter than you, although her heels were quite tall. her long, straight hair was bleached at the bottom for a macchiato-esque ombre look. she was wearing black thick-rimmed glasses with a white bikini.

marisol: hi all! i’m marisol.

hope: hey babes! i’m hope. this is lottie, hannah, and (Y/N).

marisol: you’re all so gorgeous! this is gonna be quite the summer.

lottie: i’ll say! now that the 5 of us are a happy family, we should think about putting the girls first. we should be a team!

you: i don’t know, we have to look out for ourselves too.

marisol: i agree! forming alliances is a sure-fire way to start drama.

lottie: we can talk more about it after we all couple up, but friendships are really important to me. it’d be nice to know we all have each other’s backs.

hope: speaking of coupling up, what are you lot most looking forward to?

marisol: well, it’d be nice to have my morning coffee delivered right to my bed.

the conversation paused as all of you collectively giggled. though, the nice moment was interrupted with the loud ding of a cellphone, which each of you were instructed to keep on the highest volume despite its headache-inducing noises. as lottie checked her phone, you saw her eyes immediately light up.

lottie: yes! i can’t believe i get to say it first!

she cleared her throat.

lottie: I GOT A TEXT!!

hannah, who was standing directly to lottie’s side, covered her ears and furrowed her brows.

hannah: we’re all in the same room, lottie.

lottie blushed sheepishly.

lottie: sorry babes, couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

islanders -

welcome to paradise! surely you know the way this game works. each of the girls will go out to the back lawn one-by-one where the boys are waiting! you may ask whoever fancies you to step forward, but you are free to choose whichever hunk your heart desires! crack on!

hannah: oh my goodness gracious, i wonder which one of us will get to go first!

right on cue, your phone sounded off in your hand. your fingers moving at lightspeed to enter the passcode, you eagerly managed to open the message.

(Y/N) -

you’re up first! go to the back garden and meet the boys!

you: looks like i gotta go.

hope: good luck, babe!

you waved to the girls amongst their choir of encouraging murmurs, turning and leaving through the open door to the backyard. there on the grass, 5 of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid eyes on were waiting in a line.

you: hi~

you waved to them whilst trying not to break your angles walking down the stairs. you were worried about coming off as too eager, so you refrained from being too flirty right off the bat. but as you stood in front of them, you quickly melted into a puddle of pink blush and tried not to look any of them in the eye.

trying to regain composure, you decided that speaking to them individually might help you decide.

you: alright, contestant #1, what’s your name?

perhaps you seemed confident, but you were internally quaking, hoping that being playful was the best approach.

the man standing before you loomed about a full foot over your head. his build was wide, his shoulders strong, and his ab muscles had just enough definition to constitute a 6-pack. his hair was bleached light blond, though his eyebrows and stubble were dark brown. he spoke quickly and assuredly.

gary: i’m gary, you alright?

you were undoubtedly charmed by his rugged, sort of “blue-collar man” demeanor. your lips formed a grin as you instinctively looked away from his face, when you noticed a tattoo on his pale-skinned arm that looked like some kind of architectural drawing.

you: nice to meet you, gary.

you still weren’t sure about any of the boys and quickly moved on, so as not to linger too long.

the next boy you encountered was even taller, with dark brown hair in an undercut, slightly lifted off of his face. his arms and legs were long and his muscles were incredibly toned, his face clean shaven with youthful eyesmile. as soon as you made eye contact, the corner of his mouth raised up into a cheeky yet genuine grin. his complexion was deeply tan as he seemed to fit the description “tall, dark, and handsome” to a tee.

you: hi.

you found yourself too stunned to make a joke as you simply stood before him, taking in his handsome features.

noah: hi. i’m noah.

his speech was short and sweet, so you figured trying to strike up a conversation might be a mistake. instead you sent him a shy smile, moving to the next boy in line, but never forgetting about noah.

rocco: how do you do?

the next boy in line reached out and grabbed your hand before you could get a good look at him. his face and torso were quite freckly, a slight tuft of reddish-brown hair on his pecs which matched the chin-length, curly hair on his head. his facial features were very defined and his jawline was covered in stubble. he donned several wooden beaded necklaces which gave him a distinct, hippie-ish look. right under his clavicle, he also had a tattoo of a chinese character, which forced you to do a double take as you recognized it as meaning “soup”.

he slowly kissed the back of your hand.

rocco: the name’s rocco.

you: charmed.

though you were genuinely intrigued, rocco had come off a little strong, and you decided to move on quickly.

you: what’s your name, babe?

the next boy in line was also quite tall, dark, and handsome. his skintone was deep and his muscles were perhaps the most toned of all the boys. his physique resembled a model or a comicbook character, almost too perfect to be believed. his hair was in cornrows and his eyes were big and sincere as he spoke.

ibrahim: i’m ibrahim, chuffed to meet you.

you: and i, you.

the next boy in line was a bit of an outlier. he was slim, still quite strong looking, but not to the extent that he’d be living at the gym. his hair was styled into short dreads and his face was somewhat heart-shaped, his cheeks freckly and round, giving him a youthful appearance. his complexion was medium-dark with neutral undertones, making his golden brown eyes pop.

bobby: looks like they saved the best for last. i’m like the dessert of this beefcake buffet.

you were taken aback by his brazen jokes, instinctively laughing. you quickly raised your right hand to cover your smile, so as to not breathe right into his face.

bobby: aw love, don’t cover your smile! i’ll have you laughing all the way to the bedroom.

gary: and in it.

the rest of the boys also erupted in laughter.

bobby: i’m bobby by the way.

as soon as you settled down he looked you right in the eye; a somewhat tender moment despite only knowing him for such a short while.

taking a step back, your mind was already somewhat made up, though you wanted to take an extra step to aid your decision.

you: ok boys, will anyone who fancies me please step forward?

you almost couldn’t bear to look, your heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings. but to your surprise, one-by-one each of the boys began stepping forward - each of them except the boy you wanted.

a nagging voice in the back of your mind told you to just hurry up and make a choice, though you stood still, your eyebrows furrowing as you studied the scene in front of you. noah was still standing in the same spot.

snapping out of it, you put on your most official-sounding voice to announce your decision.

you: i think i’d like to couple up with... noah.

puzzlingly, noah’s face lit up when you said his name. you thought he’d be annoyed but as you took your place next to him, he looked to you affectionately, his eyes forming crescents as he smiled.

the rest of the boys returned to their original places and there was a moment of downtime before the next girl would come out from the house.

noah leaned in and spoke to you in a hushed voice.

noah: thanks for choosing me. i think i would’ve stepped forward but i was a bit shy.

you: you think?

you mimicked his volume, trying not to sound needy or condescending as you turned to face him. although you were a bit startled to find his face so close to your own, you didn’t mind it, since his energy was so calming.

noah: do you ever feel like your emotions have a mind of their own? and you’re just waiting for them to take over and guide your body? that’s what was going through my mind. but you’re honestly stunning, so i’m glad it worked out.

you: i am too.

the both of you stood for a moment, just exchanging giddy smiles, when suddenly the sound of heels on cement caught everyone’s attention. lottie was up next to choose.

lottie: wow, i’m really spoiled for choice.

she went down the line, eyeing each boy up and down but only stopping to speak to gary.

lottie: nice tattoo, hun.

gary: right back atcha.

she studied him some more through hooded, sultry eyelids. her winged black eyeliner suddenly stood out from her dark violet eyeshadow in the sunlight.

lottie: alright well if anyone likes the look of me, step forward.

only rocco stepped forward.

lottie: well i suppose 1 is better than none. i wouldn’t have appreciated you stepping forward.

she gestured to noah.

lottie: i’m a gal’s gal, even if (Y/N) isn’t.

returning her attention to rocco, she glanced him over one more time, before shrugging slightly.

lottie: i’d be well excited to get to know you. what’s your name, babe?

rocco: it’s rocco, nice to meet you.

he gave her a friendly yet lingering hug as they fell in line beside you. after another few moments, marisol approached. she walked over silently, taking her time to look over each of the boys intently.

marisol: hmm, my pride as psych student might be getting the better of me, but i just need a sec to suss everyone out.

she moved up and down the line once more, starting to rub her chin, when she suddenly stopped at ibrahim.

marisol: what’s your name, gorgeous?

ibrahim: it’s ibrahim, but my friends call me rahim.

marisol: well, from my observation, you seem like quite the bright personality inside a little shell. i could use a bit of brightness in my life.

ibrahim: i’ll gladly oblige.

marisol: well then i hope you don’t mind if i pick you. may i call you rahim?

ibrahim: nothing would make me happier.

as marisol stood in line next to ibrahim, they seemed quite pleased with each other. marisol always carried herself with a certain poise - a kind of “smart person aura” that doctors always seem to have. perhaps she was a great psychologist in the making.

just then, hannah came out from the house. she walked with a peppy stride that made it seem almost as if she was skipping.

hannah: oh my gosh, all you boys are drop-dead gorgeous!

she walked up to gary, whose light blue-grey eyes she seemed to be studying quite intensely.

hannah: what’s your name?

gary: it’s gary.

he jokingly and extravagantly got down on one knee and kissed the back of her hand.

gary: but you can call me mr. right.

you and the other girls shared a knowing look, as hannah’s brown doe eyes widened even further and her face was consumed by a deep red flush.

hannah: i think i will!

she curtsied her imaginary dress and linked arms with gary, standing beside him in line. the last girl to choose was hope and after a brief pause, she sauntered out of the villa.

hope: now, i may be choosing last but i will not be stuck with leftovers!

she glances around at each of the boys before honing in on noah.

hope: what’s your name, dear?

noah: i’m noah.

hope: well, noah, you look like the strong, silent type. and i need a man who’s strong enough to handle my fire.

she turned to you with a sympathetic look.

hope: sorry babes, i gotta go with my gut.

you tried to respond with something reassuring but the words were too quiet to even leave your lips. you gave hope and noah the space to hug and greet each other, migrating away from the lineup and spotting bobby by himself.

bobby: i guess we’re in the lonely hearts club together. but don’t worry, we don’t have to be leftovers.

you let out a breathy chuckle, as he was clearly hung up on hope’s choice of wording, but perhaps too easygoing to let it fester for too long.

bobby: i’m really glad we ended up together.

as the coupling up was finally over, the couples began chatting amongst themselves as the group of you awaited further direction. when bobby spoke directly to you in his softer, more comforting tone, he almost seemed like a different person. you appreciated this very personable side to him.

you: i’m glad we’re together too. i think it’ll be fun getting to know each other.

as a phone sounded off in the background, your sentence trailed off but bobby’s sweetly reassuring smile lingered while gary read out a text.

now that the first coupling is complete, you will all have a few moments to start getting to know each other, before our first challenge: truth or dare!

bobby was quick to make use of the opportunity.

bobby: wanna go chat on the sun loungers?

you nodded silently as he led the both of you there.

bobby: ok i just need to get one question out of the way.

he sat down with a little grunt and you sat opposite him. his shorts looked more like purple basketball shorts than swim trunks, perhaps meaning he wasn’t totally confident in his beach body.

bobby: am i your usual type?

his expression was expectant yet earnest as he put his forearms on his knees and tapped the tips of his fingers against each other. you found it cute how anxious he was, like he was putting his all into impressing you.

you: i don’t think i have a type. i’m all about personality, so you’ve got nothing to worry about in that department.

you saw his cheeks turn pink for a split second before he hung his head and chuckled, prompting you to pile on more compliments.

you: and you’re a right sort so... why wouldn’t you be my type?

bobby: i could list off all the reasons but i’d rather not blow my chances with you right away.

you found yourself giggling and instinctively covered your mouth again, as was an on-and-off habit of yours.

bobby: i’m gonna get you to show me that beautiful smile eventually. partly because i need to check that you actually are laughing at my jokes.

you used your left hand to grab your right wrist and pull it down from your face.

you: sorry, sorry. it’s a habit. but to be fair, you’re proper hilarious, i don’t think you’re in any danger.

he scratched the back of his neck gingerly.

bobby: thanks. you’re too kind. is there anything you wanna know about me?

you: hmm... what’s your usual type?

bobby: well, more or less i like dark hair, but it’s not super important. mainly i just want a girl who likes getting dolled up and going on nights out, but is also down-to-earth and can laugh at dumb jokes with me. i like when someone naturally turns heads and can handle being the center of attention, but doesn’t seek it out.

nodding your head slowly, you realized that bits and pieces of his description seemed to fit you, but when combined it didn’t sound terribly like you at all. you stared into the distance as your brain tried to process what this would mean for your relationship, but quickly snapped out of it when bobby’s cheerful voice spoke again.

bobby: anything else?

you: weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?

bobby: the moon.

you raised an eyebrow at him.

bobby: kinda. i once dated this girl who worked at a museum and they had a little exhibit that looked like the surface of the moon. it was closed off one day so... what else were we supposed to do?

hope: I GOT A TEXT

the couples were scattered around the back garden, but all eyes were instantly on hope, who sat with noah on the bean bags.

everyone please gather at the fire pit for truth or dare! you will all get to know VERY well in this series’s first challenge!

through background chatter and a few stray laughs, you turned back to bobby, about to suggest you both go follow the others.

bobby: erm... before we catch up to them, i just wanna say i genuinely am so pleased to be coupled up with you. i know it’s still very early days but i’m gonna give us a shot.

your lips curled into a smile as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

you: i will too.

your cheeks became slightly sore as the two of you got up and strolled to the fire pit, the grin never falling off your face.

rocco: check it out!

as the group began sitting down, rocco spotted a pile of laminated cards right in front of the bonfire, which lay dormant in the daylight.

hannah: I GOT A TEXT

islanders, hope you’re ready to turn up the heat in truth or dare! today’s challenge is for getting to know each other and not for a prize, though you can look forward to some of those very soon!

hope: i’ll go first!

she scurried over to rocco and grabbed the pile out of his hands. lottie, who was sitting directly next to you, leaned over and murmured in your ear with a sarcastic tone.

lottie: very assertive of her to take charge like that.

you: i guess someone had to go first.

hope took a moment, sifting through the cards which were labeled with either “truth” or “dare”.  she gave the rest of the stack back to rocco after she seemingly found one she was happy with.

hope: i chose dare so... the card says i have to put someone’s toes in my mouth for 10 seconds.

the group reacted with a mixture of giggles and groans of disgust.

bobby: alright then, which lucky fella’s getting the pedicure today?

hope faintly licked her lips while pretending to think over her choice, before turning to noah who sat beside her.

hope: i choose noah!

he let out a lighthearted chuckle, clearly somewhat grossed out by the prospect, but still a good sport about it. he slipped off one of his adidas slides and quickly tried to dust off the sole of his foot.

hope: ready, babe?

noah: if you are...

everyone huddled around the couple, counting down in unison as bobby cackled uncontrollably and noah occasionally winced.

hannah: i know liking foot stuff is pretty common now, but toes specifically just freak me out! from certain angles they look like worms!

bobby: if you want, i can ask if we’re allowed to reuse cards.

hannah squealed and squirmed in her seat as the rest of the group - mainly the boys - laughed. gary looked particularly keen to watch hannah get teased for being so squeamish.

hope: (Y/N), you seemed up for a laugh when we were chatting earlier, why don’t you pick someone to go next?

you: alright then, how about noah?

hope fumbled with her words for a few seconds before getting out her reply, although never breaking her confident exterior.

hope: noah just had plenty of excitement, hun. how about another couple get in on the action? bobby?

bobby looked to noah for confirmation, which he gave with the simple shrug of his shoulders. bobby then hopped out of his seat to receive a card from rocco, who you realized had never reshuffled the pile after hope looked through them.

rocco: truth or dare, mate?

bobby: though i am quite truthful, today i’m feeling more daring.

rocco grabbed a card from the top of the pile and read it out.

rocco: snog the islander you fancy the most!

bobby silently giggled and shook his head in playful disbelief. he didn’t linger on the thought too long before confidently approaching you. he sat next to you, placing a hand gently on your knee, which was pointed toward him as your legs were crossed.

bobby: this is my way of shooting my shot...

you: guess you really are daring then.

he took the teasing banter as his cue, leaning in while you did the same. his grip on your knee grew a bit tighter, and suddenly his hand was wandering up your thigh as your lips finally touched. there was an unmistakable spark when the two of you collided. bobby leaned into you more, growing bolder with his movements as his mouth opened slightly, and yours followed suit. though, as it was only your first kiss, it didn’t need to go on any longer since you were worried about things getting sloppy.

you cupped his jawline with your dominant hand and pulled away from him slowly, only just realizing that the rest of the group were cheering like drunken university students. your thumb stroked his chin, taking a moment to send him an affirming look; almost to say that you liked the kiss and were pleased that he chose you, though you may have gotten lost in his eyes for a split second afterwards.

lottie: good to see you two are already getting on!

her voice pierced through your giddy haze, and you straightened out your hair and swimsuit as bobby scrambled to get off you.

hope: they’re gonna be getting it on if we leave them any longer.

bobby: so it’s (Y/N)’s turn then?

he rubbed his hands together with devilish excitement as some of the other islanders pounded on the wooden floorboards for a drumroll effect.

bobby: truth or dare, (Y/N)?

your eyes scanned around at lightspeed, for some reason looking for a sign of some sort to help you choose. you briefly caught noah looking in your direction, but when you glanced back at him, his gaze shifted elsewhere.

you: i guess i’ll pick dare.

you gave rocco an animated shrug as he scurried over to hand you your card.

rocco: now that’s what i’m talking about! live on the edge, (Y/N)!

as you skimmed over the card, you quickly realized that this dare would not be as much fun as the last one.

you: send a sexy selfie to the islander you find most attractive.

you tried not the let the anxiety bubbling up in your stomach show through your tone of voice, although you did worry that all the good will you’d built up with bobby would immediately come crashing down.

you rationalized that surely it wouldn’t be productive to lie about your feelings - on a show about finding love - and on the first day, when the future was still so uncertain. bobby was handsome, undoubtedly. he would be the type of guy you’d be lucky to meet on a night out; his eyes hypnotic and his physique enviable. he would be the type of boyfriend that’d impress all your friends back home.

but then there was noah. noah was the type of guy you would consider a dreamboat, if that term wasn’t so corny. it was almost like he existed in a realm beyond a dream - perhaps more on par with guys that were so attractive, you thought they could only exist in movies. noah’s face had just the right amount of masculine appeal, from his defined brow and jawline, yet his smile gave him such a boyish charm. and just from the short while you’d spent interacting with him, you could feel just how genuine he was, never saying more or less than what was in his mind.

you quickly swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat, tossing your hair out of your face and pulling out your phone. you were admittedly no stranger to taking selfies, so you were fast to find the right angles and start snapping. the pose you decided on was rather cool and aloof, as opposed to outright sexy - your lips formed a subtle pout as your eyes stared down the camera lens intensely.

you: sorry if it’s underwhelming, lads. the sexiest thing about me is my attitude.

your thumbs tapped away at light speed, entering the name of the boy you’d chosen. there was only a split second of relief, where you’d let out a nervous sigh, before a phone buzzed.

noah: wow... thanks.

maybe you were just a bit eager, but you swore you saw his cheeks turn red even through his dark complexion.

rocco: noah, you were the chosen one, bruv! why don’t you pick the next person?

noah: err... how about you then, rocco?

rocco hurriedly closed his eyes and chose a random card from the bottom of one of the piles.

marisol: well? truth or dare, rocco?

rocco: oh. sorry. truth. i just got excited to get into some real talk.

the group was almost completely silent while rocco looked over his card. he sensed the eyes on him, raising up the cards in his left hand in attempt to break the awkward atmosphere.

rocco: this pile is the truth pile, just so you guys know.

marisol: what does your card say, babe?

her tone was almost reminiscent of a kindergarten teacher’s. he simply shrugged - perhaps trying to seem nonchalant - and handed the question to her to read.

marisol: what’s your idea of the perfect date?

rocco: i thought a little bit about my answer, and i think what i’ve come up with is pure class: so i run this food truck right? cronuts and smoothies. i drive it out to a meadow, or some place with a proper nice view, and we have a little picnic at sunset. then, once the moon and stars come out, just lay on the truck roof and talk all night long.

hannah: i can’t lie... that does sound really romantic.

you happened to catch marisol mid-eyeroll and had to stifle a laugh.

gary: don’t you think laying on top of a truck is a bit dangerous though? i’d reckon a walk through a shipyard at night would be just as nice. the red lights from the ships, a little bit of sea breeze blowing through her hair as well. that sounds well romantic.

a blatant giggle came from lottie’s direction.

bobby: mate, do you really think a girl would find that romantic though?

gary: one who isn’t tryna waste time driving to the middle of nowhere and risk her life climbing onto a truck, yeah. in my opinion, romance isn’t meant to be about pointless spectacle. it should be realistic. i’d take a girl to the shipyard because i’d wanna share my favorite place with her.

bobby: a good point indeed, but i think romance should be a bit more lighthearted. you know - invite a girl over to bake some cupcakes together, maybe get into a bit of a food fight, maybe find an excuse to lick frosting off her lips?

hope sent bobby a confused glance.

bobby: oh, i work as a cook in a hospital. baking is kinda my thing.

you took note of hope in your peripheral vision. bobby’s explanation didn’t seem to placate her, as you noticed her chuckling behind a fist which she held in front of her mouth. instinctively, you turned to bobby and placed a hand lightly on top of his.

his blinking became a bit faster but he quickly turned to face you, his voice hushed.

bobby: and in case you were wondering, cupcakes are my specialty. i’m working on a recipe for cinnamon banana cupcake batter; it’s totally gonna blow the minds of geriatric patients everywhere.

you chuckled, shaking your head slightly and turning your gaze toward the ground. bobby couldn’t help but relish in the fact the you were smiling with teeth for the first time all day.

you: and i’m sorry about choosing noah for the dare. but obviously, it’s just a surface-level thing, and i don’t want you to think it means i’m not into you.

bobby: well, i’ll be honest, it’s quite nice to know that you are into me.

lottie: aw crikey, we’ve lost bobby and (Y/N).

marisol: come on lottie, it’s the first day. they’re getting to know each other, and that was the point of this game anyway, right?

lottie: well, that brings up a good question: if we wanna get to know each other, would you lot mind if i go off-script for a second?

the others all shrugged in unison. as many big personalities as there were in the group, it seemed that everyone was rather easygoing, and liked to go with the flow.

lottie: (Y/N), truth or truth, who do you think has the right idea about romance?

marisol: wait, did going “off-script” mean changing the game rules?

lottie: i’m just curious, babes, and i’m sure the fellas would like to know too.

bobby and some of the other boys looked to you expectantly, even noah.

you: er... well... what gary said about taking a girl to see his favorite place was honestly really cool. that’s such a vulnerable gesture and really shows the other person how much they mean to you. even if a shipyard is less than romantic, in my opinion.

hope: this is actually kinda fun! what do you say we play a little more, with off-script questions?

bobby: why don’t you ask something, (Y/N)?

you: ok... what about you, ibrahim? are you feeling up for truth or truth?

ibrahim looked as though you’d awaken him from his own little world. he cleared his throat before answering, clearly shocked at the amount of eyes on him.

ibrahim: yeah... for sure. ask away.

you: hmm, well, i’m probably not as creative as whoever wrote that fat stack of questions, so i’ll just ask you the same thing: what do you reckon romance ought to be?

ibrahim paused for a moment, looking to the skyline. perhaps he was waiting for inspiration to strike him like a coconut falling from a mallorcan palm tree. though, he barely showed any expression of emotion on his face. he was thoroughly an enigma.

ibrahim: easy.

his answer seemed to elicit mixed reactions from the group, but marisol seemingly expressed approval with the raising of one eyebrow. perhaps she was determined to figure him out.

noah: oh shoot. i got a text.

islanders, now that you’ve broken the ice, it’s time to dive into the real love island experience! tonight, you’ll be served up some spanish sangria along with an extra sizzling surprise.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

can you stop trying to be funny and post unrelated stuff and just reblog the famous posts like you're supposed to

unfortunately I cannot

I did create the “the hellsite answers” tag so it can be blocked if you don’t want to see asks

but there are other blogs that I think only reblog posts (like @worldheritagepostorganization and many others that I can’t think of at the moment) that you’re free to follow if you prefer that

[mylifeisruined69420]

Im gonna get that platinum trophy ez i will 100% this game you guys better congratulate me and cheer me on tho

[tsururoach]

you showed up on my tumblr i used to follow u on twt and i just wanted to say that one time i said smthn mean abt ur art to your fucking face and you probably already forgot it cause it was over 4 years ago but i never got over the fact that i did that and i am so fucking sorry dude omg

Please I woke up to this and laughed please I wanna know what you could've possibly said.

BC I feel like i should remember this so it probably went over my head you ever did it at all. I WANT TO KNOW SO BADLY... PLEASE...

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

“The tide will bring you back to me, always.”

Even a curse that separates them cannot hold them apart for eternity, they will not let that happen <3

[tunapesto]

_(:3」∠)_

[gen-is-gone]

I can't go five minutes in DW fandom without people being just atrociously mean about things that I love with the blissful unawareness of majority mainstream opinion holders that the people they're being mean about are like. In the space with them. And this in a space full of ardent fans of arguably some of the most esoteric obscure side stuff that everyone else disdains or doesn't even know. And I'm having fun for the most part but also like. It's just exhausting, constantly goddamn exhausting.

[pink-spaceturtle5]

Attempting time travel by getting high and watching asdfmovie

[padfootastic]

should just dedicate myself to miss imp’s blog because here’s another- thing i wrote based off her prompt. @impishtubist thank u for always getting the creative juices flowing for me 💀

(this summary sounds like a whole bunch of nothing bc i was having fun being all ~whimsical and shit, but basically: harry becomes lord black, the tapestry repairs itself, and he finds a surprise addition on it)

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Magic was a fickle thing. No one knew where it came from nor how it operated. But ignorance is not the same as irreverence—every wixen in the magical world was brought up with the knowledge that Magic was to be both feared and respected. There was a sentience to it that was beyond the scope of mortal comprehension and there were warnings—stories of grave misfortune bestowed upon those who neglected this fact. 

Under the broad gamut of Magic, however, lies one particularly under-studied field of Family Magics. Not much is known about it, except that families who have a long lineage to call upon have some…quirks to their magic that others don’t. Certain types of magics come easier to them, an affinity, if you will. That’s not to say that others can’t have any of their own. The Malfoys might be relatively newblooded—despite their attempts at rebranding—but their propensity for Charms hasn’t gone unnoticed. The Weasleys and their fertility magic has, despite their social status, impressed a community with such low birth rates. 

So, it is fair to say that Family Magics are alive and kicking, distributed by a power unknown to everyone. The Blacks, at the height of their power, were feared by everyone—friend and foe alike. Their prowess with offensive magics was nigh unbeatable and even now, with its current state of disrepute, the old guard talks about the family in tones of awe and trepidation. 

It’s what makes the fates of Sirius and Regulus Black particularly tragic. That these two, heirs who were the envy of every single family, ended up fading into notoriety and obscurity, respectively—leaving behind a family crumbling into ruins. 

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black…reduced to a house elf and a dilapidated house, both on the verge of falling apart. 

That is, until now. Fate and Fortune colliding to breathe new life into old blood. With some personal discoveries along the way. 

Tap for the full ao3 version!

[daz4i]

it's incredibly hard not to despair over all of this ngl

[keeps-ache]

DARN, missed it again! 2nd anniversary of being a they/themer :D

[ct-hardcase]

that all being said I'm coming up on one year at the gym I'm going to and of all the things that happened last year that was among the best I'm so serious

[chaotictomtom]

trying to check out to see if i'll ever manage to get top surgery this year and. let's just say i thought the delay would be bigger but. the price is still always such a big ass problem i kinda wanna bash my head against a wall but. anyway

[yume-fanfare]

btw mar who is kokoro hanabusa

!!! kokoro is an idol from i-chu! voiced by ayumu murase :3

i mostly read her as transfem though ive only watched the anime so ig i don't know that much slfjskfhsjfjs

[nidstiniens]

"ciarra, you wouldn’t make the exact same inquisitor to play the game the exact same way for the 6th time, would you?”

WOULDN’T I THOUGH???

[acealistair]

my adhd inspiration-for-random-projects has suddenly come back after months of it being gone, gotta make the most of it