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[dominicfikesbaby]

love island series!!

part { 1 }

꣑ৎ { user x dominic fike} ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains: contains: celebrity love island au, second person pov, slow burn, tension-heavy moments, jealousy, subtle attraction, dom fike already coupled up, reader catching his eye, not cheesy, lowercase style, emotional undercurrent, light angst, groundwork for future drama & steam

they told you this season was going to be different. you thought it was just marketing — “new twists,” “bigger stakes,” “hotter singles” — all buzzwords to make another round of hot strangers in bikinis seem fresh. but then you got flown out a week early. they made you sign extra NDAs, kept repeating how intimate this version would be. curated. exclusive. watched. that’s when it started to feel real. you weren’t even supposed to be here. your friend filled out the application as a joke, said they needed someone who didn’t live for the camera — someone with a resting bitch face, a dry sense of humor, and no desire to promote a fast-fashion code. the producers agreed. and now here you were, freshly mic’d up, lips chapped from the desert heat, locked in a villa in the middle of nowhere spain. you’d almost said no. you hated attention. hated playing games. and love island was a game, even if they never called it that. edited moments. producer-led chaos. strangers trying to out-charm each other for likes, alliances, clout. you weren’t fake enough for that — but something in you said yes anyway. maybe boredom. maybe heartbreak. maybe just… curiosity.

you landed two days before the others. they took your phone, walked you through the rules, stuck you in a villa with blackout curtains and a minibar full of overpriced snacks. you were restless. homesick for a place you didn’t even miss. and then came the first night. five boys stood on the platform, waiting like mannequins. tall, tan, identical in the way gym guys always are. white smiles. scripted charm. one winked at you like he’d already forgotten your name. you were tuning out when the host appeared, glowing with rehearsed excitement. “this year, we’re doing something we’ve never done before,” she beamed. “a limited celebrity edition. one surprise guest. a wildcard. a challenge.” and then he walked out. dominic fike. the air shifted.

he wasn’t trying. he didn’t have to. white t-shirt, cargo pants, curls hanging in his face, tattoos licking up his arms and collarbones. gold chain glinting under the lights. sunglasses still on even though the sun was setting. no smile. no words. just presence. the girls next to you gasped. one whispered, “no fucking way,” and another immediately reapplied her lip gloss. but you just looked. and then you looked away. he didn’t. his eyes stayed on you. not flirtatious. not smug. just… interested. like he saw something he didn’t expect. you didn’t hold the gaze for long — you were too used to pretending not to care. but something about that moment stuck.

he didn’t pick you. he picked alyssa — tall, blonde, the one in a hot pink bikini with 300k on instagram and a rehearsed giggle. she laughed too loudly at his name and curled herself into his side like she was claiming territory. he smiled for the cameras, played along, but his eyes didn’t smile with him. you told yourself it didn’t matter. he wasn’t your type anyway. you liked privacy. liked people who didn’t belong to the world. and dominic… he didn’t belong to anyone, but the world kept trying. and somehow, he kept letting them. you found out later that alyssa’s management begged her to do the show — said it’d boost her following and soften her image. she didn’t want love. she wanted screenshots and storylines.

you were the opposite. you didn’t even tell anyone you were coming here. your ex had gutted you, left you with a lease in your name and an inbox full of unanswered apologies. you weren’t healed, not even close. but you were here, in this strange bubble, trying to find a version of yourself that didn’t ache anymore. dominic wasn’t supposed to factor in. but he didn’t act like the others. he wasn’t loud. didn’t perform. when the cameras weren’t on, he’d sit by the edge of the villa, roll cigarettes, and stare out at the mountains like he was somewhere else entirely. he only spoke when he had something to say — dry jokes, muttered comments, sometimes just a look. and more than once, that look was at you. you weren’t friends. not really. but you weren’t strangers, either. once, when a producer was re-clipping your mic, you found yourself next to him, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in silence. he didn’t look at you right away. just said, quiet, “you hate it here.” you blinked. “…what gave it away?”

“your eyes,” he said, lighting a match instead of a lighter. “what about them?”

“you don’t look around like you’re trying to be seen. just trying to get through it.” you didn’t reply. you didn’t need to. you understood what he meant. alyssa noticed the shift before anyone else. she started clinging harder, laughing louder, asking where he was every time he drifted more than six feet away. she pulled you aside one afternoon and said, dead serious, “he’s mine, okay?” you shrugged. “wasn’t aware we were twelve.”

still, you backed off. you weren’t here to start drama. but every time your eyes found his — across the fire pit, at breakfast, brushing past him near the pool — you felt it. a slow hum. like static under your skin. it came to a head during a party challenge — someone dared him to kiss the girl who “keeps you up at night.” everyone assumed alyssa. even she stepped forward. but he walked past her and kissed you instead. slow. certain. his hand on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone. it wasn’t for show. and you kissed him back.when it ended, no one spoke. alyssa looked gutted. your heart was pounding. and all you could think was: this wasn’t supposed to happen.

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[yokkamin0]

The ultimate comeback delay.

Summary: You’re a singer in a group based in Korea. When you were training for your next song. You fall asleep into the past, specifically 1982. You’re decisions can change the world. What will you do? (this is the prologue)

Pairing: Micheal Jackson x Kpop idol!reader

Word count: 1,3k

Authors note: I wrote this shit so motherfucking fast i had the idea like last night so my apologies if this is hot ass but atleast i didnt use ai. I dont even think ai could write some bullshit like this. I tried to make it kinda funny but im not that funny myself but i hope someone out there laughs.

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It was late at night, you’ve got your sweatpants and sneakers on. You were still at the company rehearsing the choreography for your upcoming comeback. Your members are probably asleep in the dorm.

You always struggled a bit more with the dances since you only trained for about a year while your members trained for longer. It wasnt like you're not talented, quite the opposite. You’re a very well trained vocalist. Ever since you were a little kid you were infatuated with people who were singing on television. You started to copy them, which lead to great results and also the situation you are in right now.

Eventually you called it wraps, you were exhausted. You’ve decided to sit on the floor for a second and doom scroll for a bit. You put your phone in your pocket and your eyes fluttered shut.

Suddenly you felt something touching your shoulder. You didn’t wake up right away. It started shaking you. Your eyes fluttered open and you see your member, specifically Hanni Pham. Your so drowsy you still need to come to your senses. Suddenly you hear, “Wake up, were in 1982!”

WHAT. HOW. WHEN.

You stood up immediately. Hanni stares into your eyes with terror. She took you into a big hug and then released you. My eyes started wandering. Hanni is wearing a brown and pink zip up hoodie with some baggy jeans. As to you’re wearing a white crop top with a blue blouse on top of it and also with some baggy jeans. You’re in an alleyway full of brick walls. You looked to your right and saw a big ass poster of Michael Jackson on a billboard promoting his album “Off the Wall” right across the street. No fucking way, they havent promoted him in years. And by the looks of the architecture, were also in the USA. How great.

Hanni started speaking, “Have you seen any of the other members? I’ve only found you and its been like an hour of wandering around.”

“No, i havent i just woke up,” you mumbled. “How did we even get here?”

“I have no clue but we need to find shelter, its probably gonna get dark soon and god decided that hes not going to make this easy for us,” she said.

“Atleast he gave us some good fits compared to what we were wearing before,” you giggle.

While you were walking around you asked her, “So how what happend when you got here ”

She looked a bit upset. “Somebody kicked my leg while i was asleep on a bench and i woke up. I started just walking around asking strangers questions. All i know its that its 1982. And were in Los Angeles.”

The two of you decided to walk on the sidewalk to find a shelter and your members. You guys decided to steal food from a convenience store further away. Is it good to steal? No. But do we kinda have to? Yeah.

You enter the store and you look at the cashier to your left. No way, its Lara Raj. “Thank the stars we found you,” you sigh. Hanni basically sprints her way to the counter. She says, “How did you get here and why are you here?” She sounded like she almost wanted to laugh seeing her friend in such an ugly work apron.

“I just woke up and i was suddenly here,” she said unamused.

“And you didnt think to leave?” you spoke.

“Well.. no, what else was i suppose to do. I cant just leave the store.”

Hanni walked behind the counter and grabbed Lara’s hand then dragged her out of the store. “Well you’re gonna leave with us.”

You left the store with:

0x Food items

0x Drinks

0x Actual stuff you need

1x Lara

“What are we gonna do now,” Lara says while shes taking off her apron and throwing it back inside of the store on top of the carts. She’s wearing a red halter top, some flare jeans and black boots.

“We need to find a place to sleep for tonight, but the thing is we don’t know where to go and we got no money AND we have to find the other two” you said like you’re tired of life.

“I’ve got money.” she replied.

“How did you even get money?” Hanni asks.

“Girl we just came from a convenience store where you saw me working, i took some money from the cash register. I think i deserve a paycheck for my work,” she said proudly.

In unison, you and Hanni said, “Did we ever say we love you?”

You and Hanni did actually steal something. A map of the city. That was in front of some random store. Again, should we steal? No, but to be fair the government don’t put their money to good use anyways. No paying. No taxes.

The sun is already setting. You guys are approaching a bench to take a rest and take time to look at the map. You sat down next to Lara and suddenly you feel something in the back pocket of your jeans. You take it out. “I STILL HAVE MY PHONE!” You stood up and yelled out.

Now you’ve got the attention of everyone around you. You started to get hot and sat back down in shame.

“NO WAY DOES IT STILL WORK!” “AND YOU DIDNT TELL US!” they both yelled with their voices overlapping eachother.

“I didn’t notice..” you mumbled.

We turn on the phone and the lock screen pops up. We open the phone and we go to the internet and search up “cats”. The loading icon was rolling and then saw a cute calico cat on the little screen. “It works!” you all yell out. At this point, i think strangers walking past think you guys are a bunch of young ladies on snow. Atleast god gave one other thing

Hanni quickly searched for the nearest hotel, but Lara realised, “Our data is way too new, it might not even exist yet.”

You replied, “Also we have an effect on the future so we should be careful.” They nodded.

You all find the way to the motel by using the map its now 22:45 (10:00pm). When Y’all were going to the reception, you meet Huening Bahiyyih. She was wearing a dark blue tank top, a leather motor jacket, work pants, but you could see black leather peeking out. You knew what it is, she’s wearing YOUR black shorts. After, Manon Bannerman walks into the room. Shes wearing blue baggy tracksuit pants and a black off the shoulder top. Both their eyes widened. They immediately ran out of the side door of the reception booth and they gave you all the tightest hug you’ve had. Everybody started crying tears of joy while saying things like, “We missed you guys so much!” and “We were so scared we weren’t gonna find you guys!”

Hiyyih and Manon eventually booked a free motel room for everybody with 5 beds. The room was quite big and it was actually clean. Not only that, they gave us food and thank god for that cause we were starving. Lara, Hanni, and you explained what happened, how you guys found eachother, and also about the phone.

Hiyyih said, “Manon and i also just woke up and got here. I was working at this motel and on my break i saw Manon walk past so i dragged her with me.”

“Well what is our plan now, i don’t think we could go to the future again,” Manon said.

“Maybe if we go back to sleep, maybe we will wake up again in 2026,” Hanni spoke.

“What if we don’t though,” Lara says annoyed.

“I mean we could start a music career here, were all so talented and we can all dance and sing, we might as well make a living out of it again. If tomorrow we dont go back into the future, we should try to get in contact with a producer.” They all nodded their heads.

“For now lets just go to bed,” Hiyyih said, already wrapped in her blanket. Everybody agreed and they started to fall asleep.

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