Her long brown hair dropped down from her head, hovering over me. Her breath was heavy and I couldn't even remember how we ended up like this. Her light pink lips lingered above my own. Our chest rose as fell together at the same fast pace, our bodies were so close together but I wanted more. I couldn't handle it anymore I needed more. "Taylor" her breathless voice spoke quietly to me in a whisper. I didn't respond to her though. My hand snakes up the back of her neck and tangled into her hair bringing her face to meet mine. Our lips collided smashing into long passionate kisses. The bliss of her lips on mine lingered forever. Something was wrong in the pit of my stomach, I couldn't do this. It was my brothers best friend.

~COMPLETED~ Dying young was never Rachel Kidder's plan, especially on the night of graduation. She had just laid everything on the table with her bestfriend, Devon, and after a horrible rejection she faces the fatality of drunk driving. Getting a second chance at life, Rachel does not remember who she used to be, because she isn't Rachel anymore. Getting a second chance is well worth it, but will Rachel's past memories resurface? Along with the undying love for her bestfriend?

I walked into that villa thinking I knew exactly what I wanted. He barely looked at me. His best friend? He looked a little too long. Now I'm stuck between the boy I wanted, and the boy who actually wants me. And they're best friends. So yeah... I'm kind of the problem. Welcome to Love Island. Or as I like to call it: heartbreak in a bikini.

They didn't win the prize money. But they walked away with something far more dangerous: a real relationship in a fake reality world. Olandria thought the hardest part was surviving the villa. Turns out, it was surviving the spotlight. Now that the cameras are gone, the hate is louder, the headlines are messier, and the love? It's tested every single day. He's the white boy the internet swears would never choose a girl like her. She's the Black woman fighting to exist without defending her worth. But what they have isn't up for debate. Not after the way he protects her. Not after the way she opens up only for him. Not after all the podcasts, fan edits, betrayals, and backlash. This isn't a fairytale. This is fame, love, racism, and real loyalty wrapped in one messy, passionate, slow-burning storm. And through it all - it's still him. It's still her. Still You.

🔥 The Spark We Buried Reality TV gave them exposure. The reunion might give them closure. But what if the fire never really went out? Nic and Olandria shared one kiss in the villa (outside of the challenges) then lied to the world about what it meant. Now, weeks after the cameras stopped rolling, they're thrown together again for a reunion getaway in Mexico. The chemistry is still there. So is the silence. As old flames, fake flings, and unfinished feelings resurface, Nic and Olandria are forced to face the truth behind the scenes the world never saw, starting with the kiss they both tried to forget. He kissed her like it meant everything. She smiled like it meant nothing. Only one of them was lying. A post-villa, MA-rated slow-burn fanfiction inspired by Love Island USA Season 7. Tension, truth-or-dares, and toeing the line (again).

After the cameras stopped rolling, the real story began. Nic and Olandria didn't win the show-but they found something deeper: a spark that couldn't be edited out. Now, reunited outside the villa, the two fan-favorites are finally exploring what the world kept hinting at... if they're brave enough to choose each other. But not everyone is rooting for their happiness. As old flames stir online drama and unexpected truths from the past come to light, Nic and Olandria must navigate public pressure, personal insecurities, and what it really means to love beyond the spotlight. Told over six steamy, heartfelt chapters-with appearances by real-life besties Ace & Chelley-this story dives into vulnerability, healing, and the kind of love that finds you when you're finally ready.

Nicholas Maximilian has always been the picture of propriety. Handsome, soft-spoken, and unfailingly polite. He's known among the ton as the gentleman who married for love-and stayed in it. For twenty years, he has adored his wife, Victoria: brilliant, bold, beautiful Victoria, who once stepped into mud just to make him feel less small. She is his beginning and end. The only one who ever called him "Nick." So why, after two decades of marriage, is Nicholas Maximilian entering a brothel? COMPLETED - 02/14/2025

Olandria likes what she has with Taylor, but she feels like she's missing something. Maybe Nic can help her figure it out. (Nicolandria fanfic bc I am a writer with freewill. Also available on ao3 :p)

"Friends don't kiss like that." Thrown into the whirlwind of reality TV, Nic and Olandria never expected to find something real in a world built on drama. As two of the most captivating personalities in the villa, they began as friends , comfortable, honest, and always drawn to each other in quiet moments. But when a twist of fate brings them back into each other's orbit after being dumped from the show, everything changes. From a surprise date that reignites the sparks, to a kiss that sends shockwaves through the internet, their story unfolds with raw vulnerability, yearning glances, stolen hand kisses, and the kind of connection that feels destined. Though torn between loyalty to past partners and the undeniable chemistry between them, Nic and Olandria navigate their feelings , heartbreak, and healings all under the watchful eye of the public. But in a world where choices are broadcasted and hearts are often played for the cameras, can two people find something real? Or will fear and loyalty keep them apart? This is a fan-fictional retelling of Love Island USA Season 7's most unexpected love story, tender, fiery, and unforgettable. This is not just a story of reality TV romance. It's a story of soul ties. Written by: Queenlicious

Two people, one island, and one painful love story. Olandria is the woman of Nic's desires but she only sees him as "Nicky-Pooh"- a childish and playful boy. How can he express to her that he's a man? That he wants to be 𝘩𝘦𝘳 man. Will Olandria give in and let herself explore this connection?