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୨୧ w e l c o m e ! ୨୧

𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 <3

she/her. scorpio. pink. culer. brunette. kika gomes. lip gloss. pau cubarsi. cinnamon girl by lana del rey. arvid lindblad. blush. strawberries. sabrina carpenter. lando norris. rom coms. hopeless romantic. pinterest. jess mariano. team conrad. oscar piastri. pablo gavi.

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hi angels <3 i unfortunately got some awful news today and because of that, i will be taking a short break for my mental health, im not doing so good right now and its a very emotionally draining time. i know that the love island event is still going on, i will do my best to return as soon as possible. i js couldn’t continue writing as it was turning out horrible and it was really frustrating me and making me even more emotional. i hope you all can understand <3

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bro i js realised we’re gonna be seeing pink hair gavi and blonde pedri

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bro all these players and their gfs making me feel single asf 😔😔

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BAHSHDUEHEB MY BABYYY STOOP IM CRUING 🥹🥹

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yeah speak now ferran haters

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guys idk what to post next soooo you all can voteee <333

a) kimi antonelli x norris!reader

in which lando's baby sister soft launches sending him and the rest of the grid into a frenzy

b) caroline forbes x reader

in which you get your wisdom teeth removed and caroline takes care of you

c) kenan yildiz x reader

in which your bf gets super shy when you dance with him

d) desire doue x reader

in which you fake date the star boy of psg (multiple parts)

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b

c

d

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hi loves ! js a reminder that for the love island event im still looking for girls for the casa amor event ! i still need girls for pedri and ferran ! to enter fill this out :

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holy fuck that was so rigged

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SPAINNN WONNN !

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tinder pt. 1

pairing: barca boys x reader

summary: in which you prank your bf saying that you found his teammate on tinder

warnings: none !

a/n: it's been so long since i've written for the barca boys, i missed it sm <3 also this was requested on my wattpad ! also i couldn't fit everyone in here so the first 5 guys are here and the last 5 guys are linked here

barca boys - pablo gavi, pedri, ferran torres, pau cubarsi, alejandro balde, lamine yamal, hector fort, marc bernal, fermin lopez, eric garcia

pablo gavi

“pablo.”

“hm?”

“i just saw pedri on tinder.”

“what?”

his head lifted immediately.

you had to look away before you started laughing.

“pedri.”

“on tinder?”

“yeah.”

pablo sat up.

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.” he gasped, eyes widnening.

“yes.”

“he's literally with alejandra.”

you shrugged.

“that's what i thought.”

“mi vida, that's impossible.”

he frowned at his phone.

“they were together like three days ago.”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn't break up.”

“how do you know?”

“because he would've told me.”

the confidence in his voice almost made you lose it.

“maybe he forgot.”

“forgot?” pablo stared at you. “you don't forget to tell your best friend you broke up with your girlfriend.”

“fair.”

he shook his head.

“pobrecita alejandra.”

“i know.”

“imagine finding out your boyfriend is on tinder.”

you nodded seriously.

“terrible.”

“horrible.”

“awful.”

“exactly.”

pablo was already typing something.

“what are you doing?”

“asking him.”

“asking him what?”

“why he's apparently on tinder.”

you bit your lip.

“that's a little dramatic.”

“dramatic?” he looked at you. “cariño, if my friend is doing something stupid, i need to know.”

“of course.”

“exactly.”

he went back to typing.

you waited.

ten seconds.

twenty seconds.

then suddenly his fingers stopped moving.

you watched his expression change.

slowly.

very slowly.

his eyes narrowed.

“wait.”

you blinked innocently.

“what?”

“wait.”

“what?”

he lowered his phone.

“how did you see pedri on tinder?”

there it was.

you fought to keep a straight face.

“what do you mean?”

“how did you see him?”

“on tinder?”

“yes.”

“i don't know.”

“you don't know?”

“no.”

pablo stared.

you stared back.

“tesoro.”

“yes?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you immediately burst out laughing.

his jaw dropped.

“oh my god.”

“you were on tinder!”

“i wasn't!”

“then how did you see pedri?”

“i didn't!”

“you just said you did!”

you were laughing too hard to defend yourself.

pablo pointed at you dramatically.

“caught.”

“it's a prank!”

“a prank?”

“yes!”

“you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

“sorry.”

“no, you're not.”

“okay, i'm not.”

he groaned.

“joder.”

you laughed even harder.

“i was literally about to call him.”

“and then i realized my own girlfriend was supposedly on tinder.”

you wheezed.

before you could reply, pablo suddenly lunged forward.

you squealed.

“pablo!”

“come here, tramposa.”

“no!”

“yes.”

he tackled you backwards into the cushions.

you dissolved into laughter as he wrapped both arms around your waist and trapped you against him.

“this is what happens when you prank me.”

“you're being dramatic.”

“i'm being generous.”

“generous?”

“very generous.”

you tried to escape.

he immediately pulled you back.

“absolutely not, preciosa.”

“let me go.”

“never.”

“pablo.”

“no.”

he buried his face against your neck, making you giggle.

“you're impossible.”

“and you're a menace.”

“i'm not.”

“you are.”

then he started kissing your face.

your cheek.

your forehead.

the tip of your nose.

the corner of your mouth.

every time you laughed, he kissed you again.

“pablo!”

“yes, cariño?”

“stop.”

“no.”

another kiss.

“pablo.”

kiss.

“pablo.”

kiss.

“pablo!”

“what, mi vida?”

you couldn't even pretend to be annoyed anymore.

his smile was far too cute.

“you're smothering me.”

“good.”

he squeezed you tighter and pressed one last kiss to your forehead.

“for one second, i thought my girlfriend had tinder.”

you softened immediately.

“aw.”

“don't ‘aw’ me.”

“you were jealous.”

his ears turned pink.

“maybe.”

you grinned.

“that's adorable.”

“it's not adorable.”

“it is.”

“it's concerning.”

“why?”

“because i love you, tonta.”

your smile instantly widened.

he looked away.

“don't look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like you're about to tell everyone i said something cute.”

you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“too late.”

pablo groaned but pulled you even closer.

“one day i'm getting revenge.”

“sure you are.”

“i mean it.”

“okay.”

“stop laughing.”

“make me.”

he narrowed his eyes before attacking your face with kisses again.

pedri

“pedri.”

“hm?”

“i just saw ferran on tinder.”

he looked up from his phone.

“...ferran?”

“yeah.”

“on tinder?”

“mhm.”

he blinked.

“bueno.”

you waited.

“i suppose that's one way to meet people.”

“you don't approve?”

he pulled a face.

“i didn't say that.”

“you kind of did.”

“i just...” he shrugged. “it's tinder.”

“and?”

“i don't know.”

he frowned.

“it feels stressful.”

“stressful?”

“imagine trying to meet your future wife by swiping.”

you laughed.

“people do.”

“i know.”

he looked genuinely puzzled.

“de verdad, i don't understand it.”

“poor ferran.”

“sí.”

“he's trying his best.”

“he should go to a café.”

“a café?”

“or the supermarket.”

you stared.

“the supermarket?”

“people go shopping.”

“...and fall in love?”

“maybe.”

“that's your plan?”

he shrugged.

“it's a better story than tinder.”

you bit your lip.

“i guess.”

he shook his head.

“madre mía.”

“you're judging him.”

“i'm not judging him.”

“you are.”

“a little.”

“i knew it.”

he smiled to himself.

“i'm just saying... if i met my wife because i swiped right, i'd never hear the end of it.”

“from who?”

“my mum, probably.”

you laughed.

“fair.”

he went back to his phone.

you waited.

five seconds.

ten.

fifteen.

then—

“...espera.”

you looked at him.

“what?”

he frowned.

“how did you see ferran on tinder?”

“what do you mean?”

“how did you see him?”

“on tinder.”

“sí.”

you shrugged.

“he came up.”

pedri stared.

“...on your phone?”

“mhm.”

another pause.

his brows slowly knitted together.

“cariño.”

“yes?”

“why do you have tinder?”

you blinked innocently.

“who says i have tinder?”

“you just said ferran came up.”

“he did.”

“on tinder.”

“yes.”

“which means...”

he stopped.

you could actually see him thinking.

his eyes widened just a fraction.

then he slowly lowered his phone.

“...tú tienes tinder.”

you immediately burst into laughter.

he kept staring.

“you have tinder.”

“i don't!”

“then how did you see ferran?”

“i didn't!”

“you just said you did.”

“it's a prank!”

he blinked.

once.

twice.

“anda ya...”

“i'm sorry!”

“no, you're not.”

“okay... no.”

he sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

“for a second i thought i'd have to ask you why you had tinder.”

“would you have?”

“of course.”

“what would've you said?”

he looked at you.

completely serious.

“'mi vida... why do you have tinder?'”

you laughed.

“that's it?”

“what else would i say?”

“i don't know.”

“i'd wait for your answer.”

“you wouldn't be angry?”

he frowned.

“i'd be confused.”

“just confused?”

“very confused.”

you dissolved into laughter again.

he watched you for a second before the corners of his mouth lifted.

“you think this is funny.”

“it is funny.”

“not for me.”

“why?”

“because now i'm wondering if ferran actually has tinder.”

“pedri.”

“hm?”

“you are eighty years old.”

“maybe.”

“i'm serious.”

he smiled.

“yo también.”

“what if ferran meets the love of his life?”

pedri thought about it.

“...i'll be happy for him.”

“but?”

“i'll still tell him he should've gone to a café.”

ferran torres

the smell of garlic filled the kitchen as you stirred the pasta sauce.

ferran wandered in a minute later, fresh from training, hair still damp from his shower.

without saying a word, he slipped his arms around your waist from behind.

“hola.”

you smiled.

“hi.”

he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“what are we making?”

“pasta.”

“hmm.”

he pressed a kiss just below your ear.

then another.

“ferran.”

“what?”

“i'm cooking.”

“i know.”

another kiss.

“you're distracting me.”

“that's kind of the point.”

you laughed quietly.

“you're impossible.”

“you love me.”

“unfortunately.”

he gasped dramatically.

“qué mala.”

you smiled to yourself.

“i just saw eric on tinder.”

“mhm.”

he kissed your cheek.

“good for him.”

you blinked.

“that's it?”

“yeah.”

another kiss.

“he's single.”

“you're not surprised?”

“not at all.”

he stole a piece of chopped pepper from the board.

“hey.”

“sorry.”

“no, you're not.”

“not even a little.”

he grinned.

“he deserves to meet someone.”

“aw.”

“what?”

“that's sweet.”

he shrugged.

“he's been single forever.”

“that's true.”

“about time he did something about it.”

you nodded thoughtfully.

“i matched with him.”

“nice.”

he reached around you for another piece of pepper.

“ferran.”

“what?”

“i matched with him.”

“yeah.”

“on tinder.”

“mhm.”

he was still far more interested in kissing your neck than listening.

“good for—”

he stopped.

completely.

slowly, he pulled back.

“...wait.”

you kept stirring the sauce.

“what?”

“you matched with eric?”

“yeah.”

“on tinder?”

“mhm.”

he frowned.

“how?”

“i swiped right.”

he blinked.

“...you swiped right?”

“yes.”

there was a long pause.

“amor.”

“yeah?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“just looking.”

“looking?”

“mhm.”

“for what?”

“people.”

he stared at the side of your face.

“you already have people.”

“do i?”

“sí.”

another pause.

“you have me.”

you had to bite your lip.

he was so sincere it nearly ruined the prank.

“and i quite like being your boyfriend.”

“that's good.”

“i'd like to keep the job.”

you snorted.

“that's nice.”

“so...” he frowned. “why do you have tinder?”

“because i matched with eric.”

“that's not an answer.”

“isn't it?”

“no.”

he gently took the wooden spoon from your hand and turned you around to face him.

“mírame.”

you looked up innocently.

“what?”

“de verdad.”

he searched your face.

“why do you have tinder?”

you couldn't do it anymore.

you burst into laughter.

he just blinked.

“...you're laughing.”

“because—”

you doubled over.

“it's a prank!”

he stared.

“what?”

“i don't have tinder!”

“you don't?”

“no!”

“you didn't match with eric?”

“no!”

he let out a long breath.

“madre mía.”

“you believed me?”

“of course i did.”

“really?”

“yes.”

he looked genuinely offended.

“why would i assume my girlfriend was lying to me?”

your smile softened.

“aw.”

“don't 'aw' me.”

“you looked so worried.”

“i wasn't worried.”

“no?”

“i was confused.”

“because i had tinder?”

“because you had tinder.”

he nodded once.

“that didn't make any sense.”

you laughed.

“i know.”

he narrowed his eyes playfully.

“you got me.”

“i did.”

“i don't like that.”

“you'll survive.”

“probably.”

he leaned in until your noses almost touched.

“you know...”

“what?”

“while i was trying to work out why my girlfriend had tinder...”

“yeah?”

“the sauce is burning.”

your eyes went wide.

“what?”

you spun around.

“ferran!”

he burst into laughter as you hurried back to the stove.

“i hate you.”

“no, you don't.”

he slipped behind you again, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you're lucky i love you.”

“i know.”

he kissed your cheek.

“and for the record...”

“hm?”

“i hope eric finds someone.”

“you do?”

“sí.”

he smiled.

“he deserves his happy ending too.”

you glanced over your shoulder.

“that's adorable.”

he scrunched up his nose.

“don't tell him i said that.”

“too late.”

“traitor.”

he laughed, kissed your temple one last time, and stole another piece of pepper while you weren't looking.

pau cubarsi

pau was half asleep.

his head rested on your stomach, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist while your fingers played with the soft curls at the back of his neck.

the room was quiet.

comfortable.

“pau.”

he hummed.

“hm?”

“i just saw héctor on tinder.”

he didn't answer.

you thought he'd fallen asleep.

then—

“..que”

“i saw héctor on tinder.”

his head lifted just enough to look at you.

“héctor?”

“yeah.”

“our héctor?”

“mhm.”

he frowned.

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes.”

he blinked slowly.

“but... tati?”

you shrugged.

“maybe they broke up.”

his face fell immediately.

“no...”

“maybe.”

“no.”

he shook his head.

“they were literally together yesterday.”

“people break up.”

“not them.”

there wasn't a second of hesitation.

“how do you know?”

“because.”

he frowned.

“they're...”

he searched for the words.

“they're just...”

“what?”

“cute.”

you smiled.

“that's your evidence?”

“sí.”

“pau.”

“they are.”

he rested his chin on your stomach again, looking genuinely upset now.

“they're always holding hands.”

“that's true.”

“and they share desserts.”

“they do.”

“and tati laughs at all his stupid jokes.”

you nodded solemnly.

“she really does.”

he sighed.

“that's sad.”

“for who?”

“both of them.”

“poor héctor?”

“and poor tati.”

he looked up at you again.

“she's lovely.”

“she is.”

“i hope it's not true.”

“me too.”

he reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table.

“what are you doing?”

“asking him.”

“right now?”

“yes.”

“isn't that a bit much?”

he frowned.

“why?”

“it's none of your business.”

“he's my best friend.”

“still.”

“if something happened, i want to make sure he's okay.”

you watched him unlock his phone.

his thumb hovered over héctor's chat.

then...

it stopped.

he looked at the screen.

then at you.

then back at the screen.

his eyebrows slowly knitted together.

“...espera.”

you blinked innocently.

“what?”

he looked at you for a long second.

“how did you see héctor?”

“on tinder.”

“yeah.”

“it came up.”

“on your phone?”

“mhm.”

another pause.

he stared.

“...amor.”

“yes?”

“why do you have tinder?”

you tried not to laugh.

“what do you mean?”

“how else would you see héctor?”

“i don't know.”

“yes, you do.”

“maybe someone showed me.”

“who?”

“...someone.”

he narrowed his eyes.

“who?”

“a friend.”

“which friend?”

“a friend.”

“what friend has tinder?”

you shrugged.

“one of them.”

he looked genuinely unconvinced.

“that doesn't make sense.”

“why not?”

“because you'd still have to see it.”

“maybe.”

he looked at you for another few seconds.

thinking.

thinking.

thinking.

then his eyes widened.

“...you have tinder.”

you burst into laughter.

he blinked.

“you have tinder?”

“i don't!”

“then how did you see héctor?”

“i didn't!”

“you said you did.”

“it's a prank!”

he stared at you.

then let out the softest groan.

“dios mio...”

you giggled.

“i believed you.”

“i know.”

“i was actually sad.”

“i could tell.”

he dropped his forehead back onto your stomach dramatically.

“i was thinking about all our double dates.”

you laughed harder.

“you really were.”

“they're my favourite.”

“i know.”

“i was wondering who was going to eat héctor's chips now.”

“pau!”

“what?”

“that's what you were worried about?”

“well...”

he smiled into your shirt.

“and because i like them together.”

your hand found his hair again.

“they're still together.”

“good.”

he was quiet for a second.

then—

“...wait.”

“what now?”

he looked up again.

“héctor doesn't actually have tinder, does he?”

you smiled.

“no.”

he sighed in relief.

“vale.”

“you were going to ask him?”

“no.”

“really?"

he paused.

“...i was going to ask tati.”

you laughed so hard the bed shook beneath you.

he smiled, completely unbothered.

“she'd know.”

alejandro balde

“don't pull.”

“i'm not pulling.”

“you are.”

“ale.”

“bebé.”

“sit still.”

he looked at you in the mirror with the most innocent smile.

“i am sitting still.”

“you're moving your head every five seconds.”

“because you're taking forever.”

“curl routines take time.”

“my curls are perfect already.”

you laughed.

“your ego's perfect already.”

“i know.”

he winked.

“now hurry up.”

you scooped a little more curl cream into your hands.

“i saw ansu on tinder.”

“good.”

you blinked.

“good?”

“yeah.”

he shrugged.

“about time.”

“that's your reaction?”

“what else am i supposed to say?”

“i don't know.”

“he's single.”

“exactly.”

“exactly.”

he smiled.

“hopefully he meets someone.”

“that's sweet.”

“he deserves it.”

you worked another curl around your finger.

“i matched with him.”

“nice.”

he didn't even hesitate.

“ale.”

“what?”

“i matched with ansu.”

“yeah.”

“on tinder.”

“mhm.”

he reached up and poked your side.

you jumped.

“ale!”

he laughed.

“you missed a curl.”

“because you poked me!”

“worth it.”

you swatted his hand away.

“stop.”

“make me.”

you rolled your eyes.

“i matched with ansu.”

“you've said.”

“on tinder.”

“sí.”

he smiled at your reflection.

“hopefully they make him look handsome.”

“alejandro.”

“what?”

“listen.”

“i am listening.”

“properly.”

he sighed dramatically.

“vale.”

he folded his hands in his lap.

“go.”

“i matched with ansu.”

“mhm.”

“on tinder.”

“yes.”

“...”

“...”

his smile slowly disappeared.

he frowned.

“wait.”

you kept twisting another curl.

“what?”

“how?”

“i swiped right.”

he laughed once.

“very funny.”

“i did.”

“amor.”

“yes?”

“how?”

“i told you.”

“no.”

he shook his head.

“how were you on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“i downloaded it.”

“why?”

“because.”

“because?”

“i wanted to.”

he stared at you through the mirror.

“nah.”

“what?”

“nah.”

“what do you mean, 'nah'?”

“nah.”

he pointed at your reflection.

“you're joking.”

“i'm not.”

“you are.”

“i'm not.”

he narrowed his eyes.

“you have tinder?”

“maybe.”

“maybe?”

“maybe.”

he looked at you for a few seconds.

then at the curl cream in your hands.

then back at you.

“...wait.”

another pause.

“you're smiling.”

“am i?”

“you only smile like that when you're about to annoy me.”

you couldn't hold it anymore.

you burst into laughter.

he threw his head back.

“i knew it!”

“it's a prank!”

“i knew it!”

“no, you didn't.”

“okay... i didn't.”

he laughed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“madre mía.”

“you believed me!”

“for like...”

he pinched his fingers together.

“three seconds.”

“it was definitely longer than three.”

“four.”

“ale.”

“fine.”

he grinned.

“maybe ten.”

“exactly.”

he looked at you with the biggest smile.

“you're horrible.”

“thank you.”

“that wasn't a compliment.”

“i'll take it anyway.”

he reached for your waist and tugged until you were standing between his knees again.

“you're going to mess up your curls.”

“don't care.”

“you've just spent twenty minutes making me do them.”

“worth it.”

he wrapped both arms around your waist.

“for the record...”

“hm?”

“i still hope ansu finds someone.”

“aw.”

“he deserves a girlfriend.”

“he does.”

“just not my girlfriend.”

you laughed.

“that would be ideal.”

“sí.”

he smiled against your stomach before looking up at you.

“although...”

“what?”

“if you ever actually download tinder...”

“yeah?”

he grinned.

“i'm stealing your phone.”

“that's your solution?”

“obviously.”

“not talking to me?”

“after i steal your phone.”

you laughed, leaning down to kiss him.

he kissed you back once.

then twice.

then once more.

“ale.”

“hm?”

“your hair.”

“it's already perfect.”

“your ego.”

“also perfect.”

he flashed you another grin.

“you've said that already.”

“i know.”

“still true, though.”

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[paucubarsisimp]

tinder pt. 2

pairing: barca boys x reader

summary: in which you prank your bf saying that you found his teammate on tinder

warnings: none !

a/n: it's been so long since i've written for the barca boys, i missed it sm <3 also this was requested on my wattpad ! i also couldn't fit everyone so the last 5 guys are here and the first 5 guys are linked here

barca boys - pablo gavi, pedri, ferran torres, pau cubarsi, alejandro balde, lamine yamal, hector fort, marc bernal, fermin lopez, eric garcia

lamine yamal

lamine was sitting on the living room floor with keyne in front of him, helping him build a tower out of blocks.

“lamine.”

“hm?”

“i saw pau on tinder the other day.”

everything stopped.

the car froze in lamine’s hand.

“...what?”

you looked up innocently.

“pau?”

“yeah.”

“cubarsí?”

“mhm.”

he blinked.

“on tinder?”

“yes.”

lamine immediately sat up.

“no.”

he shook his head.

“that’s not possible.”

“why?”

“because it’s pau.”

you smiled.

“that’s your reason?”

“yes.”

he looked genuinely serious.

“he’s with martina.”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn’t.”

“how do you know?”

“because they’re literally pau and martina.”

you laughed.

“that doesn’t explain anything.”

“it explains everything.”

he pointed at the phone.

“are you sure it was him? maybe it was someone else.”

“lamine.”

“no, seriously.”

he frowned.

“pau would never be on tinder.”

“why?”

“because he’s not like that.”

you laughed.

“too nice?”

“yes.”

“that man is not on tinder.”

you smiled.

“you really trust him.”

“of course.”

he picked up his phone.

“i’m texting him.”

“lamine.”

“what?”

“what are you going to say?”

“‘bro, explain.’”

you laughed.

“that’s so dramatic.”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“my friend is apparently on tinder while dating martina. i need answers.”

you watched him unlock his phone.

then pause.

his eyes moved from his phone to you.

slowly.

“wait.”

you blinked.

“what?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“how did you see pau on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“what do you mean?”

“how did you see him?”

“on tinder.”

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you blinked.

“what?”

“how did you see pau if you weren’t on tinder?”

“maybe someone showed me.”

“who?”

“a friend.”

“what friend?”

“just a friend.”

lamine stared.

you stared back.

keyne was completely focused on his blocks.

then lamine’s eyes widened.

“wait.”

you bit your lip.

“what?”

“you’re on tinder.”

you immediately burst out laughing.

lamine just stared.

“you’re laughing.”

“because—”

you couldn’t finish.

“it’s a prank!”

his face changed.

“what?”

“i don’t have tinder.”

“you don’t?”

“no.”

“you lied?”

“yes.”

he looked at you dramatically.

“you made me think pau was on tinder?”

you laughed.

“yes.”

“and you made me almost text him?”

“yes.”

lamine put a hand over his heart.

“that’s evil.”

“sorry.”

“no, you’re not.”

“okay, i’m not.”

he narrowed his eyes.

“come here.”

you immediately knew.

“no.”

“yes.”

“lamine.”

“come here, tramposa.”

you started backing away.

“no.”

“yes.”

keyne looked up.

“what happen?”

lamine pointed at you.

“she tricked me.”

keyne gasped.

“tricked?”

“yes.”

keyne thought for a second.

then pointed at you.

“get her.”

you froze.

“keyne?”

lamine’s face lit up.

“see? he agrees.”

“he’s three!”

“he has good instincts.”

you laughed as lamine quickly moved toward you.

“lamine, no!”

“too late.”

he grabbed you and pulled you down onto the couch, immediately attacking your sides with tickles.

“lamine!”

“this is revenge.”

“stop!”

“no.”

you were laughing too hard to fight back.

lamine laughed.

“come here, keyne.”

“no teaming up!”

you said through laughter.

“too late.”

keyne joined in, gently poking your sides while lamine continued tickling you.

“you’re both evil!”

lamine grinned.

“you started it.”

“it was just a prank!”

“a bad one.”

“you believed me!”

“because i trust you!"

you laughed again.

“lamine!”

eventually, lamine let you go, pulling you close while keyne crawled into the middle of you both.

“okay.”

you caught your breath.

“okay what?”

“i forgive you.”

“that fast?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“because you’re lucky you’re cute.”

hector fort

the room was quiet.

rain tapped softly against the window while you and héctor lay tangled together under the duvet.

his head rested on your chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while you lazily played with the ends of his hair.

“you're comfy.”

he smiled without looking up.

“i know.”

“you've been lying on me for twenty minutes.”

“and?”

“my arm's asleep.”

“small sacrifice.”

another minute passed in comfortable silence.

then you looked down at your phone.

“héctor.”

“si, mami?”

“i just saw pablo on tinder.”

he didn't even look up.

“what pablo?”

“gavi.”

his head lifted immediately.

“…what?”

“i saw pablo on tinder.”

he blinked.

“nah.”

he frowned.

“that's fake.”

“how do you know?”

“because it's pablo.”

you tried to keep a straight face.

“and?”

“and he's literally obsessed with ana.”

you laughed.

“obsessed?”

“yes.”

“that's a strong word.”

“it's the correct word.”

he sat up properly now.

“have you seen the way he looks at her?”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn't.”

“how do you know?”

“because…”

he paused.

“because they just didn't.”

“great evidence.”

“thank you.”

you smiled.

“you're very confident.”

“i am.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm asking him.”

you looked at him.

“asking him what?”

“why he's apparently on tinder.”

“that's a little dramatic.”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“my friend is supposedly on tinder while dating ana.”

he pointed at himself.

“i'm investigating.”

“investigating?”

“sí.”

you bit your lip to stop yourself laughing.

“héctor…”

“what?”

“maybe leave it.”

“no.”

he unlocked his phone.

“i'll just ask if everything's okay.”

his thumbs hovered over the screen.

then—

he stopped completely.

“wait princesa...”

you blinked innocently.

“what?”

he slowly turned to look at you.

“how did you see pablo on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“he came up.”

“came up where?”

“on tinder.”

“yes.”

“that's where i saw him.”

he narrowed his eyes.

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you blinked.

“what?”

“how did you see him?”

“he came up.”

“on your phone?”

“mhm.”

he stared.

you stared back.

“you have tinder.”

you shrugged dramatically.

“for what?”

“people.”

he looked genuinely confused.

“you already have people.”

“do i?”

he pointed at himself.

“hello?”

you bit the inside of your cheek.

“i'd quite like to stay your boyfriend.”

“that's nice.”

“nice?”

he frowned.

“that's all i've got?”

“maybe.”

he shook his head.

“nah.”

“what?”

“you're joking.”

“i'm not.”

“you are.”

“i'm not.”

he watched you for a few seconds.

then his eyes narrowed.

“…you're smiling.”

“am i?”

“you only smile like that when you're playing with me.”

you couldn't hold it anymore.

you burst into laughter.

héctor dropped his head back onto the pillow.

“joder…”

“i'm sorry!”

“no, you're not.”

“okay…”

you laughed again.

“no.”

he looked at you.

“it's a prank?”

“yes.”

“you don't have tinder?”

“no.”

“pablo doesn't either?”

“no.”

he let out the biggest sigh.

“i knew it.”

“did you?”

“…no.”

you grinned.

“you believed me.”

“because i trust you.”

your smile softened.

“aw.”

“don't 'aw' me.”

he suddenly lunged forward.

you squealed.

“héctor!”

“come here.”

“no!”

“yes.”

he wrapped both arms around your waist before you could escape, pulling you back against the pillows.

“this is revenge.”

“for what?”

“emotional damage.”

you laughed.

“that's dramatic.”

“i don't care.”

he immediately started tickling your sides.

“héctor!”

“yes?”

“stop!”

“no.”

you dissolved into laughter, trying to grab his wrists.

“i can't breathe!”

“good.”

“good?”

“you made me think pablo lost his mind.”

you laughed harder.

“he would've never cheated.”

“he literally worships ana.”

“héctor!”

“apologize.”

“i'm sorry!”

“say it like you mean it.”

“i'm very sorry!”

he finally stopped, but only because you were laughing too hard to fight him anymore.

instead, he wrapped you up in his arms again, burying his face against your neck.

“you're evil.”

“just a little.”

“a lot.”

you smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“you were so protective of pablo.”

he mumbled into your shoulder.

“someone had to defend his honor.”

"you're cute."

he looked up.

“i'm always cute.”

“debatable.”

he gasped.

“wow.”

“sorry.”

“you're not.”

“okay…”

you smiled.

“i'm not.”

he grinned.

“thought so.”

then he squeezed you tighter, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

he settled back down with his head on your chest again, closing his eyes.

marc bernal

the room was peaceful.

you sat at your vanity, carefully applying a coat of mascara to your lashes while marc lay across the bed behind you, one arm tucked under his head as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone.

every few seconds he'd glance up at you through the mirror.

“how much longer?”

“five minutes.”

“you said that ten minutes ago.”

“because you asked ten minutes ago.”

he sighed dramatically.

“i miss you.”

you smiled at his reflection.

“marc.”

“what?”

“i'm literally three metres away.”

“still too far.”

you laughed quietly and reached for your mascara.

“dramatic.”

“just honest.”

you smiled to yourself.

“marc.”

“hm?”

“i saw fermín on tinder the other day.”

he didn't answer.

you watched him through the mirror as he kept looking at his phone.

then—

“…what?”

“i saw fermín on tinder.”

his head shot up.

“what?”

“on tinder.”

“fermín?”

“yeah.”

he stared at you.

“nah.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes.”

he immediately sat up.

“berta's gonna kill him.”

you bit your lip.

“that's your first thought?”

“yes.”

he looked genuinely concerned.

“oh my god.”

“what?”

“she's actually gonna kill him.”

“marc.”

“i'm serious.”

he rubbed a hand over his face.

“he's finished.”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn't.”

“how do you know?”

“because…”

he frowned.

“they're always together.”

“that doesn't mean anything.”

“it does.”

“how?”

“because it's them.”

he shook his head.

“no chance.”

“you're very confident.”

“i am.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm calling him.”

you laughed.

“calling him?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“to ask him what he's doing.”

“don't you think that's a bit dramatic?”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“if my friend is about to get murdered by his girlfriend, i think i should warn him.”

you laughed.

“warn him?”

“yeah.”

“about what?”

“that berta's gonna find him before i do.”

you shook your head, trying not to smile.

marc unlocked his phone.

his thumb hovered over fermín's contact.

then—

he frowned.

“…wait.”

“what?”

he slowly looked up at your reflection in the mirror.

“how did you see fermín?”

“what do you mean?”

“on tinder.”

“he came up.”

“on your phone?”

“yeah.”

there was silence.

marc blinked.

once.

twice.

“…amor.”

“hm?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“just looking.”

“looking?”

“mhm.”

“for what?”

“people.”

he frowned.

“what people?”

“people.”

he sat there for a second.

still staring at you through the mirror.

“you downloaded tinder?”

“maybe.”

“maybe?”

“maybe.”

he scratched the back of his neck.

“i'm confused.”

“why?”

“because…”

he looked down at his phone.

then back at you.

“i thought we were good.”

you had to look away.

he sounded so sincere.

“we are.”

“then why would you need tinder?”

you bit your lip.

he immediately noticed.

“…you're smiling.”

“no, i'm not.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“you're taking the piss.”

you couldn't hold it anymore.

you burst into laughter.

marc dropped his phone onto the bed.

“i knew it.”

he laughed, rubbing both hands over his face.

“madre mía.”

“it's a prank!”

you turned around in your chair, still laughing.

“you were actually worried.”

“of course i was.”

“about me?”

he looked at you like you'd asked the dumbest question ever.

“yeah?”

“really?”

“i was trying to figure out why my girlfriend suddenly needed tinder.”

your smile softened.

he climbed off the bed and wandered over until he was standing behind your chair.

his hands rested lightly on your shoulders.

"i hope berta never sees him on tinder."

you laughed.

“that's what you're stuck on?”

“yes.”

“why?”

he smiled.

“because i genuinely think berta would appear out of nowhere.”

you laughed harder.

“poor fermín.”

“poor berta.”

“why berta?”

“because imagine opening your phone and seeing your boyfriend on tinder.”

he shook his head.

“nah.”

“he wouldn't survive that conversation.”

you grinned.

“you're so dramatic.”

“i'm realistic.”

you reached back and took one of his hands.

“you're lucky it was a prank.”

he smiled.

“he's lucky too.”

“fermín?”

“yeah.”

“because otherwise…”

he laughed.

“…i would've killed him before berta did.”

fermin lopez

the apartment was unusually quiet.

you were curled up on the sofa, half watching a film while fermín was stretched out beside you, one arm around your waist and the other lazily tracing shapes against your leg. every few minutes he'd glance away from the tv just to look at you.

“what?”

“nothing.”

“you keep staring.”

“because you're pretty.”

you smiled.

“that's smooth.”

“i know.”

“did that work on me?”

he grinned.

“apparently.”

you laughed, shaking your head.

“fermín.”

“hm?”

“i just saw pablo on tinder.”

he smiled.

“good one.”

“i'm serious.”

he looked at you.

“…what?”

“pablo.”

“gavi?”

“yeah.”

“no way.”

“why not?”

“because…”

he frowned.

“ana.”

“what about her?”

“he's with ana.”

“maybe they broke up.”

fermín's face actually fell.

“don't say that.”

“why?”

he looked genuinely sad.

“because…”

he sighed.

“we literally went to dinner with them last week.”

“okay.”

“and we're supposed to go again next weekend.”

you nodded.

“that's true.”

“if they broke up…”

he looked down at the blanket.

“…that'd be sad.”

“for pablo?”

“for both of them.”

he shrugged.

“i like them together.”

“you do?”

“yeah.”

he smiled a little.

“they're cute.”

“aw.”

“and…”

he scratched the back of his neck.

“our double dates are fun.”

you laughed.

“that's what you're worried about?”

“a little.”

“fermín.”

“what?”

“really?”

“what?”

he looked completely serious.

“who are we going to bully if they break up?”

you burst out laughing.

“that's your concern?”

“well…”

he smiled.

“mostly because i'd miss seeing them.”

you smiled.

“so you don't think he's on tinder?”

“absolutely not.”

“why?”

“have you seen the way he looks at ana?”

he pointed dramatically.

“that man is in love.”

“that's dramatic.”

“it's true.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm texting him.”

“fermín.”

“what?”

“don't.”

“why?”

“because it's not your business.”

“if they broke up, it kind of is.”

“how?”

“because he's my best friend.”

he unlocked his phone.

“and because now i'm worried.”

his thumbs hovered over the screen.

then—

he froze.

“…wait.”

you blinked innocently.

“what?”

he slowly turned to you.

“how did you see pablo?”

“on tinder.”

“on whose phone?”

“…mine.”

there was silence.

fermín blinked.

then he slowly lowered his phone.

“…amor.”

“yes?”

“why do you have tinder?”

you shrugged.

“i was curious.”

“curious?”

“mhm.”

“about what?”

“people.”

he stared at you for a few seconds.

trying to make sense of it.

“you downloaded tinder?”

“maybe.”

he looked genuinely confused.

“…did we miss a conversation?”

you had to bite the inside of your cheek.

“what conversation?”

“the one where we broke up?”

you looked away before you laughed.

he caught it immediately.

“…you're smiling.”

“no.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

then suddenly—

“…you're joking.”

you burst into laughter.

fermín dropped back onto the sofa dramatically.

“ay dios mio.”

“it's a prank!”

he covered his face with both hands.

“i was actually sad.”

you laughed harder.

“you were?”

“yes!”

he looked at you.

“i thought pablo and ana had broken up.”

“aw.”

“don't 'aw' me.”

“you were thinking about the double dates.”

“it would've been weird without them.”

your smile softened.

“don't worry.”

“they're still together?”

“they're still together.”

“good.”

he let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“and you don't have tinder?”

“no.”

“good.”

“you were worried?”

he looked at you.

“of course i was.”

“why?”

“because i love you.”

he said it so casually that it almost caught you off guard.

“and because…”

he smiled.

“…i quite like being your only boyfriend.”

you laughed.

“that's fair.”

“very fair.”

he reached over and pulled you into his lap.

“you're mean.”

“just a little.”

“no.”

he smiled into your hair.

“a lot.”

“sorry.”

“no, you're not.”

“okay…”

you grinned.

“no.”

he laughed and kissed your forehead.

“one day i'm getting revenge.”

“sure you are.”

“i mean it.”

“okay.”

“stop smiling.”

“make me.”

he narrowed his eyes.

then immediately attacked your face with kisses instead.

“fermín!”

“what?”

“that's cheating.”

“i know.”

another kiss.

“fermín.”

kiss.

“fermín!”

“yes, amor?”

you laughed, giving up completely.

he smiled.

“that's better.”

eric garcia

the two of you were sprawled across the sofa after dinner.

eric was half lying against your shoulder, scrolling through his phone while one of your legs rested over his.

the tv was on but neither of you were actually watching it.

“eric.”

“hm?”

“i just saw ferran on tinder.”

he looked up.

“ferran?”

“yeah.”

“on tinder?”

“mhm.”

he frowned.

“since when?”

you shrugged.

“don't know.”

“he didn't tell me.”

you smiled.

“why are you offended?” you laughed. 

“i'm not offended.”

“a little.”

“just…”

he frowned.

“that's weird.”

“why?”

“because i talk to him all the time.”

“okay.”

“you'd think he'd mention it.”

“maybe he forgot.”

“forgot?”

he thought about it for a second.

“good for him, though.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

he shrugged.

“he's single.”

“that's true.”

he nodded.

“hope he finds someone.”

you smiled.

“that's sweet.”

“i have my moments.”

he went back to his phone.

about ten seconds passed.

then—

“…wait.”

you looked at him.

“what?”

he slowly lowered his phone.

“how did you see ferran?”

“what do you mean?”

“on tinder.”

“he came up.”

“yeah…”

he frowned.

“…on whose phone?”

“mine.”

silence.

eric blinked.

“…your phone?”

“mhm.”

he looked at you for a long moment.

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why do you have tinder?”

you shrugged.

“just looking.”

“looking?”

“mhm.”

“for what?”

“people.”

he stared.

“you already have people.”

“do i?”

he pointed at himself.

“yeah.”

you bit your lip.

“maybe.”

“…you're smiling.”

“no.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“you're joking.”

you burst into laughter.

he stared for a second before letting out a quiet groan.

“madre mía.”

“it's a prank!”

he dropped his head against the back of the sofa.

“i actually believed you.”

you smiled before leaning in to kiss him.

he turned his head at the last second.

your lips landed on his cheek instead.

you blinked.

“eric?”

he folded his arms.

“hm?”

“did you just dodge my kiss?”

“maybe.”

you laughed.

“seriously?”

he nodded once.

“maybe you should go kiss your tinder boyfriend.”

you stared at him.

“…my what?”

“your tinder boyfriend.”

"who?"

"ferran."

you couldn't stop yourself laughing.

“eric.”

“what?”

“you're jealous.”

“i'm not jealous.”

“you absolutely are.”

“i'm making a very reasonable suggestion.”

“oh, are you?”

“yeah.”

he looked away dramatically.

“go on.”

“go find ferran.”

“eric.”

“i'm sure he's waiting.”

you laughed so hard you had to grab his arm.

“you're ridiculous.”

“am i?”

“yes.”

“then why are you laughing?”

“because you're sulking.”

“i'm not sulking.”

“you're pouting.”

“i'm reflecting.”

“on what?”

“betrayal.”

you gently took his face in your hands and turned him back towards you.

“look at me.”

“don't want to.”

“eric.”

he tried very hard not to smile.

failed.

“what?”

“there is no tinder.”

“i know.”

“there is no ferran.”

“i know.”

“there is only you.”

he looked at you for another second.

“…okay.”

“okay?”

“okay.”

you smiled.

“can i kiss you now?”

he pretended to think about it.

“hmm…”

“eric.”

“fine.”

the second you kissed him, he smiled into it.

when you pulled away, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you straight back against him.

he kissed your forehead.

“you're my girlfriend.”

“i am.”

“exactly.”

“i still think you were jealous.”

he smiled to himself.

“…maybe a little.”

“i knew it.”

“don't tell ferran.”

“too late.”

“traitor.”

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the villa woke to the sound of music again.

somewhere downstairs, someone had already connected to the speakers.

soft summer songs drifted through the open doors while the smell of coffee filled the kitchen.

outside, the pool shimmered beneath the early morning sun.

day four.

already.

the villa somehow felt different.

not because anyone had left.

because someone had arrived.

pedri was already awake.

he stood by the kitchen island, absentmindedly stirring sugar into a mug he'd forgotten he was holding.

"...that's your third spoon."

he looked up.

pablo had wandered in wearing grey shorts and an oversized t-shirt, hair still messy from sleep.

"...what?"

pablo pointed at the mug.

"sugar."

pedri looked down.

"...oh."

he laughed quietly, putting the spoon back.

"i wasn't paying attention."

"clearly."

pablo opened the fridge.

"sleep alright?"

"...sort of."

"meaning no."

pedri shrugged.

"kept waking up."

pablo nodded.

"figured."

there wasn't much else to say.

outside, footsteps echoed across the terrace.

solana wandered in wearing a loose white shirt over her bikini, still tying her hair into a ponytail.

she hadn't noticed either of them yet.

pedri looked up automatically.

their eyes met.

both of them smiled.

small.

easy.

"...morning," she said.

"morning."

pablo looked between them.

"...i'm making toast."

neither of them answered.

he grinned to himself.

"...i'll be outside."

as soon as he disappeared onto the terrace, the kitchen became strangely quiet.

solana walked over.

"how'd you sleep?"

pedri smiled faintly.

"could've been better."

"...same."

another pause.

she leaned lightly against the counter opposite him.

"everyone's probably going to ask."

"about the date?"

"yeah."

he nodded.

"probably."

she looked down at her hands for a second.

"...do you want me to tell you first?"

that surprised him.

"a little."

she smiled.

"it was nice."

he listened quietly.

"he's easy to talk to."

"yeah."

"really respectful."

"good."

"...and funny."

pedri laughed softly.

"that one's unfortunate."

she smiled.

"a little."

another silence settled.

she searched his face.

"are you okay?"

he didn't answer immediately.

"...i'm trying to be."

she nodded slowly.

"i know."

he looked at her.

"i meant what i said yesterday."

"about having a good time."

"yeah."

"i did."

she stepped a little closer.

"thank you."

he shrugged.

"didn't seem fair to make you feel guilty."

"...i did anyway."

"don't."

she smiled sadly.

"easier said than done."

before either of them could say anything else—

"oi!"

joão's voice echoed through the villa.

"where's breakfast?"

solana laughed first.

"saved by joão."

pedri smiled.

"again."

"again."

she nudged his arm lightly before walking toward the terrace.

"...come on."

he watched her go.

then followed.

outside, the villa slowly filled with life.

april was helping pau redeem himself in the kitchen.

"don't burn it."

"i wasn't going to."

"you looked like you were."

"that's because you don't trust me."

"correct."

he laughed.

silver had somehow stolen pablo's sunglasses before he'd even finished eating.

"give them back."

"finders keepers."

"that's theft."

"legally..."

she pushed them further up her nose.

"...it's fashion."

pablo sighed dramatically.

"she's impossible."

ferran wandered onto the terrace just in time to hear that.

he smiled.

"...morning."

everyone looked up.

"morning!"

"sleep well?"

"yeah."

he nodded.

"really well."

he greeted everyone easily before sitting beside joão.

within seconds the conversation flowed naturally.

football.

music.

travelling.

he settled in surprisingly quickly.

pedri noticed.

he couldn't even dislike him for it.

he seemed...

nice.

which somehow made everything worse.

across the table, solana caught pedri staring.

she knew that expression already.

before she could say anything—

ding.

everybody froze.

silver gasped dramatically.

"text!"

she almost knocked over her chair reaching for the phone.

"i've got it!"

"of course you do," aubri laughed.

silver cleared her throat with theatrical importance.

"islanders..."

she paused.

"...today you'll be putting your connections to the test."

immediately everyone started reacting.

"oh no."

"this sounds dangerous."

joão was already laughing.

silver continued.

"please get yourselves ready..."

"...because it's time for today's challenge..."

she looked up dramatically.

"'know me if you can.'"

kenan frowned.

"...i don't like that title."

everyone laughed.

silver finished reading.

"head to the challenge arena in one hour."

"#truthhurts"

"#whoknowswho"

"...truth hurts?" lotta repeated.

"that sounds concerning."

the challenge arena looked completely different.

bright colours covered almost every corner, giant hearts lined the edge of the lawn, and eight podiums stood in a row facing ellie.

she laughed as everyone gathered.

"good afternoon, islanders."

they all greeted her back.

"today is all about seeing how well you've been paying attention."

joão immediately groaned.

"we're finished."

"each of you will be answering questions about the person you're currently coupled up with."

almost instinctively, everyone moved beside their partner.

pau beside april.

pablo beside silver.

joão beside lotta.

lucas beside raya.

pedri beside solana.

lamine beside aleya.

jude beside marlene.

kenan beside aubri.

ferran took a seat off to one side.

ellie smiled.

"as our newest islander, you get to enjoy the show."

"'i'll happily watch everyone embarrass themselves," ferran replied.

"smart choice." ellie laughed before continuing, "every correct answer earns your couple one point and the couple with the most points..."

she paused just long enough.

"...wins a private sunset date tonight."

an excited chorus spread across the group.

silver rubbed her hands together.

"right."

"i'm ready."

"famous last words," pablo muttered.

ellie held up the first card.

"pedri."

he looked up.

"what's solana's favourite colour?"

"dark blue."

"correct."

solana smiled.

"that was quick."

pedri shrugged.

"you wear it all the time."

joão looked horrified.

"we were supposed to notice clothes?"

"joão..." lotta laughed.

"...i'm lucky if you notice when i cut my hair."

"you cut your hair?" his eyes widened.

everyone burst out laughing.

lotta stared at him.

"...unbelievable."

ellie was already laughing as she picked up another card.

"silver."

"what annoys pablo the most?"

she didn't even hesitate.

"slow walkers."

pablo blinked.

"...how do you know that?"

"because every single time joão stops in the middle of the hallway, you sigh."

everyone immediately looked at joão.

"why is this becoming about me?"

"because it usually does," kenan grinned.

another point.

ellie continued moving through the questions.

"april..."

"what's pau's love language?"

"physical touch."

"correct."

pau smiled.

"too easy."

"i pay attention."

"clearly."

"lucas..."

"what's raya's dream date?"

"a dinner overlooking the ocean."

"correct."

joão looked between them.

"...do you two secretly revise together?"

"no," raya laughed.

"we just listen."

one by one, the points kept climbing.

some answers came instantly.

others...

not so much.

"kenan."

ellie looked up from her next card.

"what's aubri's favourite dessert?"

he frowned.

"...cheesecake?"

aubri covered her face.

"...it's tiramisu."

"those are basically cousins."

"they're absolutely not."

even ellie laughed.

the scoreboard updated again.

lamine and aleya hadn't missed a single question.

jude and marlene had only missed one.

everyone else had dropped at least two or three points.

silver noticed first.

"...hold on."

she pointed dramatically.

"they haven't got anything wrong."

all eyes turned toward them.

ellie smiled.

"lamine."

"what's one thing aleya does when she's nervous?"

he answered quietly.

"she plays with the sleeve of whatever she's wearing."

aleya looked down.

she was already doing exactly that.

"...i didn't even realise."

"a point to lamine and aleya."

the villa erupted.

"no way."

"that's ridiculous."

"he noticed that?"

lamine looked slightly embarrassed.

"...she does it a lot."

ellie smiled before looking across at the next podium.

"jude."

"what's marlene's favourite flower?"

"white roses."

"correct."

marlene smiled.

"i've only mentioned that once."

"i remember."

another point.

the scoreboard flashed.

lamine & aleya — 10

jude & marlene — 9

pedri & solana — 8

lucas & raya — 7

the rest followed close behind.

ellie looked around the group.

"islanders..."

"...with the first perfect score we've had this season..."

she smiled.

"...lamine and aleya."

everyone applauded immediately.

silver squealed louder than anyone.

"i knew it!"

joão shook his head.

"there's no way."

"you've definitely been cheating."

lamine laughed.

"we haven't."

aleya smiled.

"we just pay attention."

ellie nodded.

"and because of that..."

"...you've won tonight's private sunset date."

lamine looked at aleya.

she was already smiling.

"...looks like we've got plans."

he smiled back.

"...yeah."

"we do."

the villa grew quieter as the sun began its slow descent.

warm shades of gold stretched across the sea while the sky faded into soft pinks and oranges.

ellie gathered everyone by the terrace.

"lamine. aleya."

they both looked up.

"your date is ready."

silver clasped her hands together dramatically.

"our winners!"

joão grinned.

"don't do anything i wouldn't do, lovebirds."

aleya laughed, shaking her head.

"we'll try."

lamine smiled as they followed the path leading away from the villa.

neither of them spoke much at first.

they didn't need to.

the sound of the waves filled the comfortable silence between them.

after a short walk, they reached a secluded stretch of beach.

a picnic blanket had been laid out on the sand beside a low wooden table decorated with candles and fresh flowers.

a basket sat nearby filled with fruit, pastries and chilled drinks.

aleya looked around slowly.

"...this is beautiful."

lamine nodded.

"yeah."

his eyes drifted toward her.

"...it is."

she caught him looking and smiled.

"that was smooth."

he laughed quietly.

"...i wasn't trying to be."

"makes it better."

they settled onto the blanket, the sea only a few metres away.

for a while, they picked at the fruit and talked about nothing in particular.

their families.

their favourite places to travel.

the music they'd grown up listening to.

conversation came easily.

there was never any pressure to fill the silences.

they simply happened.

comfortable.

peaceful.

after a while, aleya tucked her legs beneath her.

"can i ask you something?"

"always."

she looked out toward the water.

"what was your first impression of me?"

lamine smiled to himself.

"...honestly?"

"always."

"i thought you were really quiet."

she laughed.

"fair."

"then i realised you weren't."

"no?"

he shook his head.

"you just don't talk unless you've actually got something to say."

she looked at him.

"...i like that."

"it's true."

she smiled softly.

"what changed your mind?"

"the picnic."

"our first date?"

he nodded.

"you talked a lot more."

she laughed.

"i was nervous."

"i know."

"was it obvious?"

"...a little."

she covered her face with one hand.

"that's embarrassing."

"it was kind of cute."

she lowered her hand again.

"...thank you."

a breeze drifted across the beach, carrying the scent of salt water with it.

aleya brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

before she could tuck it behind her ear—

lamine reached over gently.

his fingertips barely brushed her cheek as he moved the loose strand back into place.

his hand lingered for the briefest second.

then fell away.

she looked at him.

"...you're getting brave."

he smiled.

"...maybe."

she laughed quietly.

"...i don't mind."

they both looked back toward the sea.

the sun had almost reached the horizon now.

everything around them glowed warm gold.

"i've been thinking," lamine said after a while.

"that's usually dangerous."

he laughed.

"probably."

she nudged his shoulder lightly.

"go on."

"i think..."

he searched for the right words.

"...i like how calm everything feels when i'm with you."

she looked at him.

"really?"

"yeah."

"everyone else is loud."

he glanced back toward the villa in the distance.

"not that that's a bad thing."

"but with you..."

he smiled.

"...it's quiet."

aleya's expression softened.

"i know what you mean."

he looked at her.

"you do?"

she nodded.

"i never feel like i have to pretend with you."

"or think about what i'm supposed to say."

"i can just..."

she searched for the word.

"...be."

lamine smiled.

"...yeah."

"exactly."

another silence settled between them.

the kind neither of them felt the need to interrupt.

aleya reached into the picnic basket and pulled out two small glasses of sparkling lemonade.

she handed one to him.

they gently clinked their glasses together.

she smiled.

"...i'm glad we did."

"me too."

the last of the sun dipped below the horizon.

fairy lights wrapped around the nearby palm trees flickered on one by one.

the beach seemed even quieter now.

aleya looked up at the first stars beginning to appear.

"...i don't think i've seen anything this pretty before."

lamine looked at her instead.

"...i have."

she turned back toward him.

"...really?"

he nodded once.

"...i'm looking at her right now."

her cheeks warmed immediately.

"...that was so smooth."

he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking shy.

"...this time i meant to be."

she laughed.

"...good."

without really thinking about it, she reached for his hand.

their fingers intertwined naturally.

neither of them commented on it.

they simply stayed like that.

watching the waves roll gently onto the shore.

when it was finally time to head back, they stood together for another moment before leaving.

"ready?" he asked.

she smiled.

"...yeah."

she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"let's go."

they walked back toward the villa side by side.

neither of them noticed they were still holding hands.

or maybe...

they just didn't want to let go.

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a/n : im so sorry this took so long !! ive been so so busy as im moving but here is episode 4 ! and get ready for the next episode bc it's casa amor so that means 8 new guys and 8 new girls ! (i still need two more for ferran and pedri btw so lmk if you want to participate <3)

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[paucubarsisimp]

happy birthday star boy ⭐️ !

[paucubarsisimp]

how do we feel about ferran leaving?

i honestly don’t want him to leave 😭😭 he’s such a good player and i think he’s js going through a bit of a tough time rn but i believe he can go back to being our sharky again 🦈

[paucubarsisimp]

i’m so proud you baby ❤️❤️ you deserve this so so much 2.5k is insane!

hehe tysmm 🥹🥹 i’m still in disbelief haha 🫶🫶