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duskwood-by-daylight · 4 hours

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It's just so unfair, knowing I've got episode after episode of not getting anyone I want, but I gotta watch them look good together while I suffer.

#love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg s8

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duskwood-by-daylight · 23 hours

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Shew... I guess.

#love island the game #litg s8 #litg tempting fate #this is painful

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duskwood-by-daylight · 1 day

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For real, though. Who am I supposed to be chasing in this season because no thanks.

PS: Does anyone know if Theo is EVER an option? Or his girlfriend? Or both?

#love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg theo #gary rennell is my forever bae

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duskwood-by-daylight · 5 days

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Okay I'm still alive, I promise. I'm trying to get back into writing again, as it's been my favorite thing since I was a kid. It's gonna take some time, but I think I got this.

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duskwood-by-daylight · 5 months

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Hahahaha, that's what you get, bitch. Hahaha

#love island the game #litg estelle

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duskwood-by-daylight · 9 months

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#love island the game #litd s6 #litg double trouble #litg lewie

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duskwood-by-daylight · 9 months

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I'm forever hung up on my s2 baby.

Gary would have picked up MC, carried her out of the villa, and never returned. He wouldn't have put up with anyone's crap. He might've actually drowned Ratmelia and Roberto. He probably would have liked Elliot a lot though.

...I miss him so.

#love island the game #litg s6 #litg lewie #litg double trouble #litg gary #gary rennell would never

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duskwood-by-daylight · 9 months

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#love island the game #litg season 6 #litg double trouble

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duskwood-by-daylight · 9 months

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NO TRUER WORDS HAVE EVER BEEN SPOKEN.

#love island the game #litg double trouble #litg s6 #to hell with ratmelia

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duskwood-by-daylight · 9 months

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Why Pity When You Can Party

Summary: You've finally had enough of everyone and their shit after movie night. This is mostly a poorly written vent.

Lewie x f!MC

Warnings: cursing, not super detailed oral (f receiving), kissing, lots of well placed anger, kinda nsfw

Word count: 1,240ish

A/N: As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated. If I forgot a vital tag, let me know.

You're curled on the daybeds, grateful to have a moment away from the loud arguments in the villa. Frankly, you couldn't give a shit less about what's happening between any of them but if you have to hear Grace whine her way through another double standard or Amelia turn another one of her fuck ups into a pity party, or God forbid Marshall say another snide comment about Oz, you might actually vomit on the astroturf.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

"No, Elliot. You're mistaken. It isn't me. But if I was me, I'd tell you to go fuck off someplace."

"Oh." He sounds dismayed, but Elliot is not one to give up. "I just wanted to check up on you. No one had seen you since the end of Movie Night. Are you sure you don't want company?"

Instead of immediately answering, you close your eyes, hiding resolutely beneath the sheet. "...fuck off someplace, El."

There's still chaotic sounds from inside and you wonder if they'll tear the building apart. More footsteps approach but you don't bother to move, neither wanting to see nor hear whoever it is.

"Y/N? Can we talk? It's about Ozzy. What he did really hurt me." Grace. Fucking Grace and her nonsense. On day one, she seemed so pretty and fun, but ever since has proven herself to be more toxic than the pool water at Casa.

Sitting up, you let the cover fall away and glare at her when she steps closer. "Don't sit. Don't stay. Go away. I don't want to talk to you."

"You're being rude."

Anger flares up in your mind and you grab the first thing you can, your water bottle, and fling it in her direction. "Are you deaf? I said go away!"

After a few minutes of peaceful solitude, Lewie comes down and sits on the edge of the bed. "Hey babe. It's just me." He waits half a breath before stretching out beside you and throwing his arm around where he guesses your middle is.

"Lewie, I'm out here so I can be alone."

"I know. I'm out here, being alone with you…and keeping everyone else away."

You smile a little, pressing against him, "Thank you."

"Do you want to talk or do you want quiet?"

You find his hand and squeeze, grateful for his solid warmth beside you. He takes your silence as an answer and cuddles you close. "I'm just so annoyed with everyone, Lew. I'm not having fun today. Movie Night was a drama and that was fine. It's just… everyone is being so stupid. I'm upset with everyone. I hated being at Casa. They made me go to the Hideaway with some pushy idiot and nobody even bothered to ask me. I keep getting dragged into drama that I don't give a shit about… I'm tired and I don't want to talk to any of them."

He kisses the top of your head, "I could tell something was off with you. Want me to tell everyone to fuck off?"

"Just be with me. You're the only person in here who doesn't make me want to rip my hair out."

"Lucky for me. I happen to like your hair." You shift onto your back, letting him join you beneath the sheet. "I like all of you, really."

"Do you now? Mm, how much?"

"Well, let's see." He traces the tip of his finger down your nose and over your lips before kissing you gently. You close your eyes and relax into his touch, his lips trailing down your neck, over your chest, nipping at your stomach, until he stops at the edge of your shorts. "Enough to eat you out on the daybeds in front of everyone if you want."

"Lew!" You hiss in warning, opening your eyes to gaze down at him.

He's grinning up at you, blue eyes wide and innocent, before he starts nuzzling along your leg and you can't help but giggle when his stubble tickles your thigh. "What do you say, babe? You can keep watch, I'll do all the work. Let me kiss it better."

Watching him softly brush his lips against you, whispering pleas into your skin pushes you over the edge and you nod. He eagerly unties your shorts and you glance around the empty yard before letting your eyes fall closed.

How long has it been since you've had this much alone time with Lewie? Too damned long. Then his mouth is on you, strong hands shifting your legs apart and urging one over his shoulder as you press back into the pillows. You arch your hips toward him but still when you hear dishes clatter in the outdoor kitchen. Roberto is walking back inside just as Lewie lays his arm across your waist to pin you in place, letting you know he has absolutely no plans of stopping until he's done.

It isn't long before your orgasm hits, your heel digging into Lewie's back while waves of bliss envelop you. He works you through it, his fingers and tongue slowing when your breathing settles. Everything feels too good and you smile at Lewie when he slides up to join you, looking very proud of his work.

"I needed that as much as you did, baby. Damn, I've missed you."

"And we're not done yet. Come here." Urging him into a needy kiss, you guide him to lay on top of you, already feeling his hardness brush your leg. "I'm gonna take care of you, too." His large hands cup your cheeks, deeply kissing you until a distinct sound, heels clacking on concrete.

Amelia interrupts, "So sorry, but I can pull you for a chat? It'll just be a second."

You break the kiss just long enough to glare at her, "No, but you can go fuck yourself. So try that and then get back to me. Or don't."

"Y/N!"

Rage washes over you. Finally, you've had enough. Interrupting your alone time with Lewie is the final straw. Giving him another kiss, you tap his hip. "Lewie, darling, give me just a second. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

The walk to the fire pit across the lawn might be the shortest you've ever had. Amelia opens her mouth to speak, but you light into her first. "I don't care what you have to say. Just listen. I don't care about Zeph anymore. I don't care about your new snakey crush on whatever boy you perceive as the most dramatic choice. You're so goddamn nosy! Not everything in this place is about you. You're upset that Marshall or Roberto or whoever was a snakey piece of trash? Newsflash, your type is snakey pieces of trash! Embrace your garbage. Not everyone deserves a good guy. Maybe your taste in men is from the universe giving you what you deserve."

Amelia's mouth is open in shock, but she still isn't interrupting, so you continue. "Amelia, unless you're pulling me aside for a chat that directly involves ME in immediate danger of being murdered, I don't want to hear it. We're stuck together 24/7 in here, you can find a better fucking time to talk to me than when I'm literally under my man! Now get the hell away from me! Go find someone else to feel sorry for you. Try Grace. She loves pity."

"Y/N."

"No. Don't want to hear your noise. I'm going to fuck Lewie on the daybeds. I'll see you tomorrow."

#litg double trouble #litg s6 #litg lewie #lewie x mc #litg ficlet

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duskwood-by-daylight · 9 months

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Every time one of my matches is stupid or one of my LIs causes me stress, I become Jerry.