#adela&&dylan.

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day 42 / adela&&dylan.

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she doesn’t know if it’s the consecutive events of frankie leaving, her ‘ conversation ’ with callie, and now mali’s arrival, but adela’s feeling pretty fucking sick of this place. it forces her to ponder on whether she now has more people who dislike her than those which are her friends. in real life, she wouldn’t let this bother her, but in the villa where she has nowhere to go, it feels a lot heavier.  it almost makes her wonder how things would’ve played out if she just left with frankie on a whim or something, jumped into the ocean and let it cleanse her of all this shit. the one person she should be having this conversation with, she kind of doesn’t want to, expecting it to end up in the worst place. she can’t just say ‘ hey, i hate your sister, ’ even though she wants to for the simplicity of it, (even though it’s not even true, she just hates how their conversation went, how their relationship is more negative than anything else and will probably stay that way forever) but once those words come out then there’s definitely less simplicity in it, instead probably a jungle of shit she’d need to machete her way through with dylan but they won’t end up on the same side. she could focus on the mali of it all instead, but she’s sure dylan already knows where she stands on that. 

it’s hard to avoid him when she doesn’t want to, nor does she want him to realise she’s overthinking one too many things so she shouldn’t avoid him, but her thoughts keep coming back to ‘ this isn’t working ’ even though it is, then twisting to ‘ this won’t work ’ even though she wants it to. she’s worried she’s going to blurt something out, finalise a decision before she’s even thought everything through. so when she spots him coming over, her lips twitch in a conflicted smile. “ i need to talk to you about something. ” adela says quickly once he’s in front of her, before he has the chance to wrap himself up with her like he usually would. “ me and callie had a chat yesterday, ”  she says just as quick, not wanting him to think of anything else she could’ve done, like fuck josh or something everyone clearly expects her to do. “ i dunno, it’s kind of rubbed me the wrong way. ” 

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day 30 / casa day 3 / outdoor swing ♥ ​​

adela went to bed not really knowing who was sharing duvets and who, like her, was alone. val and marcus was obvious— miles and frankie too, yawn —and while not completely shocking, dylan’s presence in phoebe’s bed this morning definitely didn’t go unnoticed. maybe she didn’t plainly ask him but adela thought she was pretty obvious with her body language during their kiss that she wants to climb him like a tree. then again, dylan isn’t josh or maddox. she also thinks her and phoebe couldn’t be more different, but it’s not like dylan’s ever really had a fixed type so it’s not phasing her too much. all she knows is he’s nice and their kiss was hot and she wants to climb him like a tree. it’s why she’s pulled him for a chat, hoping to keep her interest known even if he clearly has options. “ so, how was your night last night ? ” she wonders, knees slightly up as she looks to him, small grin on her lips. “ aside from kissing me, of course. ”

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@cruelsxmmcr​ // dylan&&adela.

" bet this is a bit different for you; new villa, new girl. " she laughs softly, hair quickly tucked behind her ear. " i mean, lots of new girls. well, and miles. " adela’s nose will scrunch slightly, trying to figure out everyone’s vibes. it’s kind of hard coming in when you feel like you know everyone but they don’t know you. " how are you feeling now it's casa ? are you planning on getting to know us newbies or...  ? " an innocent enough question, a genuine one, too, but she has ulterior motives." of course, i won't be offended if your heart's with naomi, it’s just… well… actually, nevermind. " adela throws out the bait, hoping he'll bite.

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day 34 - midday - pool

dylan & adela @cruelsxmmcr​

the days in the villa can go so slow, literally nothing to do but sit and chat or drink and chat or something and chat. adela's often found basking in the sun trying to steal as much of it as she can before she's inevitably shipped back to newcastle; even on the very slim chance her and dylan win this thing, newcastle would still be waiting for her, cold and probably raining. it's a grim thought when compared to this, compared to where dylan will be heading back to. god, she'd want to be invited right away, barely unpack before she flies off to meet him somewhere. the realisation she's even thinking about it is the only reason she stops, not wanting to get ahead of herself just to fuck it up.

clearly some things are best left to the imagination and adela really wished she was smarter— if she knew then what she knew now she's not sure she'd tempt herself with going to the bakery with dylan, now so aware of what his moans sound like mixed with hers, the heat of their bodies and breath still hot against her skin, even now as she’s trying to cool off in the pool. it's the only thing she's been thinking about all morning; the fact she's such an early bird going against her today since she can't just fuck dylan whenever she wants apparently— there's other people, cast, crew, cameras, and barely anywhere to go to be alone for more than two minutes… honestly ? maybe they should have gone home just so they'd at least get the night in a hotel or something. right now the most she can do is stare, perched up on the side of the pool on her elbows, eyes undressing him so easily with a tell-all smile on her lips as he walks back to her, not at all subtle as eyes drift down along his chest, his arms. once her eyes find his they plead up at him. “ please tell me you’re coming in. ” it’s a demand, a beg, a want— hands already reaching up to invite him. or pull him in if he has to. 

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frankie leaving has knocked adela just a bit. it marks the first time someone has left that she actually cared about, a friend in the villa whose relationship can't be mimicked elsewhere. it's also a very big reminder how people can leave just like that. she's an early riser but instead of getting out of bed this morning, she's clinging on to dylan, her grip tightening any time he even thinks about getting up and it’s always met with a small whine in protest. “ i’ll make us breakfast soon, it’s just... " well, she doesn’t want to. nor does she want to move even if she has to eventually. “ it's just so weird without her here. " 

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night 34 after heart race challenge ♥ idk where they are

truthfully that was the most fun adela’s had in a group setting since coming on this fucking show. she loves all eyes on her, knowing she's fucking slaying and looking like an absolute snack. plus it’s fun to see everyone else’s performances and their reactions... anyways, it’s all just fun and games until it’s romi who’s raised dylan’s the most... she knows it’s a game. she knows it’s a challenge ! a bit of fun ! but she’s slightly confused, especially when she can't hide the fact that of just how much dylan raised hers. she knows she can't be mad… she's not mad. she's not !! she's just confused, a little annoyed at herself for not securing it with him, and wanting to give him the silent treatment for something that technically isn’t his fault— except she’ll make it his fault, but she’s never been too great at shutting up anyways.

" so, romi… " he's expecting this, surely, her voice slow trailing out but pointed all the same. " —if you wanna be with her, i hear she and marcus are done, so... ” she shrugs her shoulders, eyes not quite rolling but something to that vein and even though she’s trying really hard to act pissed, her grin is still showing. “ now’s a good time. ”

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@cruelsxmmcr​ / dyldylxdeldel. day 31 - swing?? after text??

" you can talk to me, you know. " adela isn't actually sure she wants him to, but she'd like him to know he could, and she'd like to know he would if he needed. it’s a bit unfair they don’t have longer, that they had one night cosied up with each other and now he has to figure out if she’s worth keeping around. it’s hard to try and stay neutral, not flood him with reasons why she’s amazing and fun and should be his choice, but she’s not trying to make him think getting back to the main villa is all she wants. of course that has always been her goal, but she likes him, and thinks he likes her, too.  " tell me what you're thinking. " she nudges him with her leg gently, her voice soft, not wanting to push a possibly sour subject of naomi, of having to go back to the main villa and deal with it all, but she wants a bit of clarity for herself to see where his head's at. 

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adela && dylan, day 29 near the pool.

her mic's discarded somewhere at the side of the pool, pushing herself out of the water and drenching the floor as she does. her wet skin glistens under the shine of the sun, catching a shine on every little droplet. she wrings out her hair, feeling the heat from the sun warm up her shoulders before reaching for one of the towels to pat herself off a bit. she sees dylan and smiles. " you coming in ? " adela wonders, all the while giving him an invitation if not.  " i was just topping up my sunscreen… do you mind lending a hand ? " she'll point behind her, needing some assistance with her back and he just happened to wander over at the best time. with skincare being so important,  it's definitely not just a move. she does wonder how many times it happens here, though.