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you love a good vacation and ony loved a good swim, why not combine the two?
MDNI.
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the sun hit the island like a target. your brown skin was tanning on a sun-bed as you read your book. ony went into the water to soak in the salty water as living in new york meant swimming wasn’t going to happen often.
onyankopon of course surprised you with a trip to bora bora knowing classes were stressing you out completely.
the endless margaritas under the palm trees did have you slightly tipsy. focusing on the book got harder as your mind was mixing with the alcohol and hormones.
thinking of all of the positions and things you could do while in a foreign country had you jumpy, excited.
turning your head, he could see his 6’3 frame getting closer and closer towards you from the water. tipping your sunglasses down, you guys make eye contact.
the yellow swim trunks, tattoos slithering all over his skin, everything had you satisfied.
of course nothing could ever leave you fully satisfied unless he gave a little bit of dick.
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the walk into the room was terrible.
“just lemme suck it onyyy-” looking into his eyes right infringed of the door trying to see if you’ll persuade him within seconds.
“man whatchu drink, shit got you doing all this in public??” he looked down at you trying to understand where was this horniess coming from.
“those pineapple margaritas tasted really good, i kept taking ‘em..” rubbing his chest up and down seemed to be slightly working.
“i had ‘em too and im not this tipsy?” holding your waist to keep you up right, he opened the room door with the keycard, pushing you into the room first.
as he was turned around you removed your top with haste. twisting your nipples and jiggling your tittes up and down for his attention.
“you sure??” he shook his head and connected his lips to your neck, walking you backwards until you hit the bed. the rose petals from when you arrived were still on the floor, setting the mode,
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either his goal was to get you pregnant or put you thru the mattress.
“you fucking me so so so good daddyyy” your ass rippled off of his hips as your drool permeated through the white sheets.
“keep yo hands where i can see ‘em” a heavy handed slap stung through your whole body.
his dick was seriously dangerous. you had to be careful as too much would end up with consequences.
“i love you, you love me back?” he slowed down, sending slower strokes to your body. his balls hit your clit and it made you closer every single time. the cream was everywhere and had a slight shlick sound to it.
unable to hear over your wet noises and moans, he repeated himself. “i guess you ain’t love daddy like you claim you do” stopping completely brought the words straight to your mouth.
“ooo daddy i swear i love you so muchhhh” you dragged your words out while trying to hold your orgasm off for a another couple of minutes.
“you sure?, ion know if you i can believe you..” his left hands grabs both of your hands and holds them together before starting backup again.
“oh my muthafuckin-” you race on knee to try to move up from the back breaking strokes.
“nah, stay right there fuck here y/n” “ion want you to move at all” your eyes roll so far back you feel a little bit of squirt come out. ony groans and shakes his head in disbelief.
“mmhm, i ain’t know you could do all this” he chuckles before groaning again looking down at where the two of you connected.
breathing so hard, you start to feel your body shake.
“ony baby please no moreee” you try turning your hands to signal to him your end was near.
“you sure you done?” he drops your hands but never removes himself.
“mhmm, squirting is alotta work” giggling your shake your ass slightly for him to back up. your still in awe you were able to squirt for the first time, you can officially title yourself a creamer and squirter.
the cold air hit your swollen part which had you shivering. you look back and saw his dick was still very hard.
“what’s wrong baby?” you hover over the bed to not dirty the sheets further and protect your sore ass.
“where am i gonna let this nut out??” you both make eye contact with eachother before smiling.
Ony was really planning on lecturing the whole ride home when you called him to come pick you up—not just because you were drunk, it’s becsuse you’d been slacking lately. He sighed when he answered the phone, your voice slurring but still understandable enough for him to hear you the first time.
He was quiet at first, but that silence wasn’t peace—it was tense. One hand on the wheel, the other resting heavy on your thigh almost immediately after you stumbled in the car like it belonged there, his thumb tapping like he was counting down before he snapped.
The second you slid into the passenger seat, the strong smell of liquor clinging to your skin, you leaned across the console with a sloppy grin. “Hiii, papa,” you dragged the syllable out, plump lips puckered as you tried to press a kiss to his lips. Your words were all syrupy and sweet, but your body was clumsy, damn near falling into his lap. Onyankopon caught you with one hand on your shoulder, jaw tight. “Sit back.” His voice was flat, firm, as he guided you into the seat like you were a child who couldn’t stay still. You back hit the cold leather as you looked at him, “Why you dont wan’ kiss m—“
“You not actin’ right.” he cut you off, shifting gears and putting his foot on the gas. You didn’t even question it, the corners of your glossed lips dipped into a frown as you turned your head to look out the window. That look he always caught you making when he wasn’t kissing your ass.
He looked over at you real quick before putting his eyes back on the road. “You out here actin’ like you grown, but can’t handle your responsibilities. Think everything a joke till it’s not. Skipping class, not pickin’ up when I call, drinkin’ like you ain’t got shit to do tomorrow…you think that’s responsible? That’s childish, mama. I ain’t raise no little ass girl, I got a woman sittin’ next to me, right?”
You and Ony had only been dating for four-ish years, and he always said that to you when you needed to be checked—even though he’s just a few years older than you. Still, he loved reminding you how disorganized and all over the place you were before him, like he took pride in being the one who steadied you.
As much as you shouldn’t, you always got turned on when he talked to you like this. When you were sober, you usually would hide it and let him lecture you but since you’re not—you weren’t hiding it as well. The fact that you were already thinking about him while you were out wasn’t helping at all.
You slouched in the passenger seat, hiccuping softly, braids falling across your face. “Mmm… you alwaaays so serious,” you murmured, tilting your head just enough to lock eyes with him. Your voice was thick with the shots you took before you left.
Without warning, you shifted in the seat, turning your body toward him. Your hand reached to drag slow across his chest, down his torso, fingers pressing into him like you needed something to hold onto. He always looked good but he looks extra good tonight for some reason, you just wanted to be in his skin.
“…you don’t wanna love on me?” you slurred, lips curling into a drunk grin. “You look s’good right now. I was thinkin’ ’bout you the whooole time… look.”
You fully turned to him so your back was to the door, spread your legs, slid your dress up over your thighs, bare pussy on display, slick already glistening, dripping down your entrance.
Ony’s grip on the wheel twitched when he seen you just spread yourself open without a second thought while he was driving. He was a little taken-aback because you didn’t even hesitate to expose yourself to him in a public space, which was unlike you. It was also a late Saturday night so it’s not like there was nobody on the road, you just didn’t give a fuck.
“You—” he mumbled as he stared at your drooling pussy, visibly pulsing like it was begging for him before he even touched you. His hand dragging down his face before it landed heavy on your inner thigh, palm caressing your skin, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you watched his hand moving dangerously close to where you need him. “You sittin’ here wet as fuck while i’m tryna talk to you.”
But instead of pulling away, his thumb pressed down, lazily circling your clit. The wheel stayed steady in his other hand, but his voice dropped lower, teeth gritted. “Got me riskin’ our life ‘cause you don’t know how to behave.” The sudden stimulation you’ve been waiting for all night made you let out a soft moan, close your eyes and your head loll back, hitting the tinted window behind you.
Ony’s thumb dipped lower, brushing against the wetness pooling at your entrance, then slid back up in a slow, calculated stroke. Soft, breathy moans spilling from your lips, louder this time, messy and unrestrained.
“You wasn’t paying attention to shit I said when you sat your ass in here. You need to listen to me,” he demanded, voice firm, even while his thumb worked your clit slow, steady, making your thigh tremble uncontrollably. Your nails dug into the leather seat, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“…I ammm papa,” you breathed, voice breaking into a whine, head tipping back against the window, eyes glassy and unfocused, your mind hazy with nothing but him.
Ony’s lips curved into the smallest smirk, like he had heard something funny. “Mhm…you always say that when I’m makin’ you feel good. You not listenin’.”
You weren’t, you could only look down at his fingers as gradually sped up, shivering, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
“Y-yeaahhh I ammm… ohhh fffuck…” you moaned, your back arching off the door behind you.
The streetlights flashed past the windshield, casting sharp shadows over his face as he drove like it was nothing, smooth and steady, yet his pace never faltered.
His thumb pressed tighter, sliding down again to gather more of your slick before dragging it back up, spreading it slow over your swollen clit. He started shaking his head, eyes locked on the road, knuckles flexing on the wheel.
Your body jolted at the sharper stroke, thighs twitching, a high-pitched whimper slipping out before you could bite it back. “P-please, I am, I’m listenin’, I swear—”
“No,” he cut you off, voice steady but edged with heat. “You hearin’ me, but you not takin’ it in. Always gotta have shit my way before you learn.” His words were calm, but the pressure of his thumb contradicted every ounce of patience in his tone, circling faster, harder, dragging sounds out of you that filled the car louder than the engine.
Your hands flying to his forearm, clinging like you needed him to slow down, but your hips betrayed you—grinding, chasing more of what he gave. Your voice cracked around a moan, incoherent.
Ony’s had a look in his eyes like he was contemplating stopping the car in the middle of the street and just fucking you right there as you were moaning his name like it’s all you knew. Your fluids dripping down his seat, moans spilling out with no rhythm or restraint. He tried to keep it light to keep his focus on the road, but the sound of you, the heat rolling off your body, the way you were damn near crying for him—it pushed him over that line.
“Man, fuck this…” he growled under his breath, his hand left the wheel for half a second, snapping your thighs open wider before two of his thick fingers slid inside you without warning. The wet squelch filled the car, your gasp ripping through the air, sharp and needy.
Your body jerked, nails clawing deeper at the leather, eyes rolling back as your walls clenched tight around him. “Ohnnnyyy—ahhh! Ohmygod—”
Ony started dragging it out, fucking you on his fingers slow, thumb barely grazing your clit just enough to keep you twitching but not enough to push you over. Your little whines and the way your hips chased his hand had him twitching in his pants, but he kept that same steady pace—until he felt your walls start to grip down around him. That’s when he switched it up.
“Mhm, greedy ass pussy—tryna milk my fingers like it’s dick.” his tone covered in heat, almost a growl as his fingers drove into you harder, faster, curling with every pump, thumb pressing into your clit in rough, tight circles. The sloppy sounds of your pussy filled the car, wetness spilling down his knuckles, making the leather under you damp. The sudden pace had you crying out, body jumping, thighs clamping around his wrist as cream started coating his fingers thick. “Waitwaitwait!… I’m… I’m gonna… ohhh, shiiittt…!” you cried as your eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolling back.
“Yeah, there you go,” he grunted, never slowing down while you gushed around him, messy and loud, your release dripping down to his palm. Your head fell back, mouth open on a broken moan, body jerking helplessly as he worked you through it, thumb grinding mercilessly into your clit until you were damn near sobbing, shaking under his hand.
Ony’s smirk tuned into a lazy smile as he looked at the way your legs still twitched after he slowed. He eased his fingers out slow, coated in creamy release, before suddenly shoving them in your mouth while you were try to catch your breath.
His fingers stayed in your mouth, heavy on your tongue while you sucked them clean, eyes hazy and cheeks hollowing around his knuckles. The taste of yourself coated your tongue, making your thighs press tight together as he drove like nothing was happening.
The car slowed to a stop at a red light. Ony finally dragged his fingers from between your lips, slick glistening in the passing glow of the streetlamps.
“Sit up,” he ordered, voice low and rough. His hand curled in a lazy ‘come here’ motion.
You obeyed instantly, chest rising fast as you pushed yourself off the window. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, his still-wet fingers cold against your skin.
The pressure made your breath hitch, but before you could melt all the way into it, Ony leaned in, catching your mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue slid past your lips, tasting the sweetness of your slick still lingering on your tongue, swallowing the soft whimper that left your throat.
The glow turned green, and he pulled back, dragging a thumb slow over your spit slicked plump bottom lip. “Messy ass girl. Keep it together till we get home,” he uttered, the tone in his voice let you know that he wasn’t just gonna let you doze off until the morning.
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warnings: dating, not really anything else js fluff, mildly like veryyy mildly suggestive
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synopsis: died spence ask you to do his retwist but somehow tricks you into spending the whole day with him
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You and Djed had been dating for about a year now. It started out as a friend of a friend situation until you inevitably crossed paths at a house party. With your locs falling slightly past your shoulders, and that unique blend of an earthy, quirky, yet confident aura, you had him completely intrigued. Djed couldn't help but walk right up to you to learn more, and it was history from there.
Now, yesterday, when he texted asking if you could retwist his hair, you agreed foolishly. He easily could’ve booked an appointment with a professional loctician, but he just wanted an excuse to see you. You learned how to retwist from maintaining your own hair. Plus he loved maintenance days with you, and honestly, he was just a little obsessed with being around you.
You agreed—what you didn't agree to was being woken out of a deep sleep by pounding on the door and twenty billion missed calls at the ass crack of dawn.
Stumbling to the door in one of his oversized hoodies that he didn't even know you’d stolen yet and a pair of shorts, your bonnet was completely crooked, looking like an absolute mess, maybe because you literally just woke up.
You opened the door, squinting against the morning light. "Djed… what are you doing here?" your voice came out raspy with sleep.
"You said you’d do my hair," he said effortlessly, letting himself in before your brain could even process what was happening.
"I didn't think you’d be here this early… ughhhh."
"Oh. My bad babes…" Djed paused, eyeing the familiar hoodie covering your frame. "Also… when did you take that hoodie?"
"Don't worry about it, just gimme a second."
Unbeknownst to you, he’d brought a box of ginger dye with him because his dark roots were growing back in. You just stood there, giving him a total blank stare as he pulled the box out of his bag with a smug grin. Today is going to be a long ass day, ugh.
He followed you into your bedroom and plopped right down on your bed, overly comfortable. He spent the next few minutes teasing you, going on and on about how good you looked fresh off the wake-up. You sat there wondering if he was actually being genuine or just trying to distract you from being irritated about the early wake-up call.
Fast forward to waiting for his dye to settle—you two plopped on the couch to find something to watch, and he somehow managed to manipulate the conversation into convincing you to dye your hair, too. So now, there you were, sitting next to him on the sofa with a couple of your own locs covered in the combo ginger dye.
When it was finally time to wash it out, Djed exaggerated every single reaction, groaning overly loud when your fingers scrubbed his scalp at the sink. The sound made your stomach flip a bit, making you snap at him to shut up while he protested with a grin. Afterward, he sat on the toilet with conditioner and a plastic bag wrapped around his head while you washed the dye from your own locs. He got a tad bit distracted… and touchy while waiting. The conditioner might’ve sat in his hair for a little too long, but too much moisture isn't a problem anyway.
Eventually, you washed the conditioner out, and then you were back on the couch while his hair towel-dried. Neither of you were in a rush considering he showed up at the break of dawn for god knows what, but Djed was making every task take ten hours by getting distracted and overly touchy unprovoked. It was hard to deny him—like, look at him—but the whole thing seemed completely intentional.
Next came play-fighting over the remote because you still couldn't decide what to watch. The wrestling for the remote escalated a little, but you guys finally compromised and decided to catch up on Love Island UK.
When it came time to style, you realized you hadn't eaten anything yet, so Djed ordered some food. Soon enough, you two were chilling at the kitchen island just eating, the whole vibe too comfortable and cute. He decided he wanted his signature style: clean barrels in the front and two strand twists hanging in the back. Who were you to complain? It looked good on him every single time.
Except instead of starting right away, Djed somehow lured you back to the couch to cuddle while watching Love Island. It was genuinely getting late now—proof that you guys had gotten very little done today. He simply refused to get up, and unfortunately (not really) for you, you didn't have the strength to push a whole 6'1" athlete off your lap.
You finally fussed enough for him to get up and sit back on the rug between your knees so you could actually finish his hair.
You sat on the cushion of the sofa, your legs wrapped loosely around Djed’s broad shoulders as he sat on the rug between your knees. The coffee table in front of you was a graveyard of today's events: discarded dye gloves, duckbill clips, a tub of loc gel, and the empty greasy wrappers of the takeout he’d ordered when your stomach finally started complaining loud enough to drown out the TV. Your own locs, freshly washed with a few rich streaks of ginger framing your face and resting against your glasses, were pinned up out of the way.
Djed was supposed to be watching the Love Island recoupling, but his head kept heavily leaning back against your thigh. The slow R&B track in the background was doing its job, breaking down whatever energy he had left.
"You're slumping, Spence," you murmured, tapping his shoulder with the back of your gel-covered finger. "Sit up a little bit. I'm on the last couple of barrels."
"I'm sitting," he mumbled, not moving an inch. His long legs were stretched all the way out across the rug, completely relaxed. "You just take too long. You’re doing that scalp massage stuff on purpose to put me out."
"what? I'm taking too long?" You paused, a barrel twist held firmly between your fingers, staring down at the back of his head with genuine disbelief. "Who knocked on my door at seven in the morning while I was dead asleep? Who brought surprise dye and convinced me to do my hair too? Who was getting all touchy and distracted while sitting on my toilet with a plastic bag on his head?"
Djed let out a cheap laugh, tilting his head back to look up at you upside down. The crisp, clean parts of his retwist made his face look even more defined, his dark eyes heavy and teasing under his eyelids.
"I had a vision for the day," he said smoothly, reaching up without looking to loop his long fingers around your wrist, his thumb tracing slow, warm circles against your pulse. Just like Syd was singing in the background he clearly had zero intention of rushing anything. "Can't blame a man for taking his time with his girl."
"You're ridiculous," you whispered, trying not to smile as you gently pushed his forehead back down with the flat of your hand. "Head down. Let me finish these front barrels so you can stop looking like a work in progress."
He hummed in compliance, but his hands didn't stray far, coming to rest comfortably over your ankles, his palms warm against your skin.
With every turn of your fingers, he was gassing you up under his breath.
"Look at the hands," he whispered, eyes half-closed as he caught your eye in the reflection of the TV. "Unmatched. Hands of an artist. The professionals couldn't even touch this."
"Keep boosting my ego like that and the tip better be crazy," you teased, smoothing down his baby hairs with a dab of edge control.
"Oh, you're getting taken care of," he purred, a lazy, cocky grin spreading across his face. "Full package."
Before you could even roast him for being corny, his breathing started to slow. The combination of the scalp massage, the music, and a full stomach knocked him clean out. Within five minutes, the 6'1" athlete was fast asleep, his head resting heavy right in your lap.
You sat there for a moment, hands resting on his freshly done head, looking down at him. The back pain from leaning over the couch all afternoon was very real, but looking at his face—totally peaceful, completely undone just by being around you—made it impossible to actually stay annoyed. He really had pulled out every trick in the book today just to stretch a retwist into a whole day of clinging to you.
You reached down and gently tapped his cheek. "Djed. Hey. Wake up."
He stirred, blinking slowly up through heavy lashes, looking disoriented for a second before that familiar smile returned. "Finished?"
"Finished," you said. "Go look."
He pushed himself up off the floor, stretching his long frame, and wandered into the bathroom. A second later, he walked back out, running his fingers lightly over the clean edges of his barrels.
"Nah, you actually killed this," he said, his eyes bright as he walked over to where you were stretching your sore back on the couch. "Look at me. Cleanest man in the city."
"Yeah, yeah. You owe me big time—"
Before you could finish, Djed moved fast. He caught you around the waist, scooping you up effortlessly and tackling you back into the couch cushions. You let out a muffled squeal as his weight pinned you down, his face burying into your neck as he peppered your cheeks and jaw with a barrage of loud, dramatic kisses.
"Babe, stop! Your hair—you're gonna mess up the fresh twists!" you gasped out, laughing as you tried to push his shoulders away, but it was like trying to move concrete.
"Don't care," he mumbled against your skin, catching your lips in a warm, lingering kiss that instantly melted your fake resistance. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark and warm as he looked down at you. "Told you. I'm not going anywhere tonight."
You raised an eyebrow, your hands resting on his shoulders. "Oh really? And what about your clothes? Your toothbrush?"
Djed leaned down, kissing the tip of your nose with a cheeky, triumphant smirk.
"Already brought my overnight bag in from the car when you were in the shower, babes. Plan was set since 7 AM."
You shook your head with a soft laugh, pulling the throw blanket up over both of your shoulders as he settled over you, the soft rhythm of Hold On wrapping around the quiet room.
guys I found out abt spence a little after he moved to tottenham and no one knew that he was fine shyt but all the edits after the wc have convinced me to write this so I hope you guys enjoyyy - tou
casa amor has officially begun. six new casa boys, six new casa girls. what could possibly happen? (prev, next)
while you and the other girls were still processing that casa amor had swept your men clean away, your eye caught something shiny resting right on djed’s pillow. you reached out, your fingers closing around the cold metal of his heavy silver ankh necklace—the one he literally never took off.
a soft smile instantly broke across your face. he had left it behind on purpose, a silent promise that he was coming back. you carefully unclasped the chain and fastened it around your own neck, letting the heavy cross rest right over your heart. rubbing the cold metal between your thumb and forefinger, you instantly felt a little closer to him.
the villa was in shambles. the girls were moping around in their bonnets and baggy tees, staring blankly at the empty beds like lost puppies.
“well, since our personal chefs aren’t here to make us our morning coffees and avocado toast, i guess we gotta do it ourselves today,” you said, trying to lift the heavy mood as you headed into the kitchen.
mari let out a dramatic groan from the bed, but andreina followed you outside, resting her elbows on the marble island while you grabbed the eggs and coffee grounds. as you pulled out the pan, you noticed andreina’s eyes were glistening, heavy tears welling up on her lash line before she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand.
“hey... what’s wrong?” you asked, setting down the spatula and stepping around the counter.
“i don’t know, i just... its hitting me all at once,” andreina sniffled, her voice cracking as a tear finally escaped down her cheek. “trey and i were doing so good, but the thought of him surrounded by new girls with zero eyes on him is just eating me alive. what if he forgets about our connection?”
you stepped in and wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders, pulling her into a warm, grounding hug as she let out a shaky breath.
“i know, mama. i get it,” you whispered, rubbing her back rhythmically. “it’s terrifying. my stomach is doing flips right now but you gotta remember what trey told you. what you guys have is real, and a few days in a new house isn't gonna change the way he feels about you. stay strong, okay? we’re gonna get through this together.”
andreina pulled back, wiping her face with a small, appreciative smile. “thank you. i really needed that.”
“always,” you smiled, squeezing her hand before turning back to the stove. “now come on, let’s make breakfast. i’m starving.”
you all gathered around, pitching in for breakfast. and when yall were done, you all sat together and ate.
“what do you think the guys are doing?” selah asked, she was clearly upset but trying her very best to keep it together.
“not thinking about us, that’s for sure,” ken said, leaning against the counter and shaking her head as she took a bite.
a collective groan went around the island.
“girl, don’t start,” mari laughed, throwing a strawberry at her. “we are staying positive today, okay? no toxic energy at the breakfast bar.”
“i mean, she’s not entirely wrong though,” imani chimed in, swirling the syrup on her plate with her fork. “you know the second those new girls walked through the door, the boys’ jaws probably hit the floor. they’re probably getting pulled for chats left and right right now.”
you reached up, absentmindedly twirling djed’s ankh between your fingers while taking a sip of your coffee.
“they can get pulled for all the chats they want,” you said smoothly, leaning your chin on your hand. “a little conversation never hurt nobody. but if his head turns over some quick eye candy after everything we’ve built, then he was never really mine anyway. simple as that.”
andreina raised her glass of iced coffee to clink against yours.
“exactly,” amari agreed, pointing her fork at you. “we’re not sitting around crying for three days. if they wanna play crazy, that’s on them. we can too.”
just as selah opened her mouth to reply, someone’s phone echoed through the villa, making every single girl freeze.
“i got a text!” selah yelled, snatching her phone off the counter as everyone crowded around her. “ladies, please go get ready. a surprise is on the way!”
you and the girls discarded your plates and bolted straight for the dressing room. the room was a frantic mess of hair tools, body oil, and bikinis flying everywhere as everyone tried to pull together their best looks for whatever this surprise was.
sitting at your vanity, you touched up your makeup and adjusted djed’s heavy necklace so it rested perfectly against your collarbone. as you stared at your reflection, your mind couldn’t help but wander to him and what he was doing at that exact second. you felt so silly with this big chunky necklace dangling from your neck, but you missed him and it’d only been a few hours.
“god, i really hope you’re not embarrassing me, lovey,” you muttered under your breath, letting out a soft sigh with a half-smile.
meanwhile over at casa amor, the boys were in awe. the brand new villa was insane and if you squinted hard enough, you could see the villa where the girls were from across the way.
djed stood near the edge of the patio in his swim trunks, his hands resting on his hips while the sun beat down on his shoulders. he was already missing you, continuously reaching up out of habit to touch his neck—only to remember his chain was currently sitting around yours back at the main villa.
“you good, bro?” trey asked, walking up beside him with a nervous laugh.
“yeah, just thinking, man,” djed replied in his low, heavy accent, shaking his head. “feels weird not having my girl right here next to me, not gonna lie.”
before trey could even answer, the front doors of the casa villa swung wide open. a lineup of six stunning new bombshells strutted through in high heels and tiny bikinis, clapping and cheering as they took in the yard.
the boys went dead silent for a split second before erupting into loud whistles and hollers, stepping forward to greet the new arrivals.
six gorgeous girls and zero rules.
the boys quickly gathered around the fire pit and one by one, the girls introduced themselves—savannah, a tall brunette with piercing blue eyes. kayla, a bubbly blonde who immediately locked eyes with alex. maya, a stunning brazilian fitness trainer. cleo, chloe, and zaria, a curvy latina who wasted zero time.
"djed," he said warmly, stepping up to introduce himself. he offered a smooth, polite handshake to each of the girls, keeping a respectable distance while the other guys were practically tripping over themselves to impress the new ladies.
"djed... okay, i love the accent," zaria smirked, twirling a strand of hair as her eyes lingered on his tall, broad frame. "where are you from?"
"london," djed replied with a low, calm smile, leaning his back against the edge of the kitchen counter.
"and are you open to getting to know people, or is your head fully locked down?" savannah chimed in, leaning forward on the sofa with a playful, testing glare.
trey and sam both smirked, looking over at djed to see how he’d handle the heat.
djed just let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "i'm polite, always open to a good chat.“
“okay, i’ll hold you to that,” zaria said with a knowing smirk, giving him one last slow glance before turning on her heel to join the rest of the group.
djed just shook his head with a quiet chuckle, taking a sip of his drink as trey nudged his shoulder.
“stay strong, soldier,” trey muttered under his breath.
back at the main villa, you all finished up your hair and makeup. you stepped into a fiery red two-piece bikini that hugged every curve, sliding your sunglasses onto your head while djed’s chain glimmered in the mirror.
you gathered around the fire pit where ariana greeted you. “good morning, girls! surprise, surprise! you all probably wonder why i’m here, i have some big news.” you all held your breath.
“so as you can see, the boys are missing from the villa. they’ve gone over to casa amor. but! the boys can’t have all the fun, can they?”
“hell no!” you all cheered, the heavy mood instantly evaporating as screaming and laughter echoed through the courtyard.
“you’ll soon be joined by six brand new boys, all looking for love.” ariana smiled broadly, stepping back toward the wooden walkway. "girls... meet your casa boys!"
the grand villa doors swung wide open, and six insanely attractive, tanned, and muscular men strutted into the sunlit garden, cheering and clapping as they locked eyes with you all.
mari immediately grabbed your arm, squeezing it so hard her knuckles turned white.
you clapped and cheered with the rest of the girls, but you weren’t exactly jumping for joy. you stood there with a polite, calm smile, your thumb slowly stroking the smooth metal of djed’s chain resting on your chest.
they were handsome, sure. but as you scanned the lineup, none of them had that aura that drew you to djed in the first place. none of them were him.
mari nudged your elbow, whispering out of the side of her mouth, "girl, don't look too thrilled, your face is gonna freeze like that."
"i'm being nice!" you whispered back, letting out a small, dry laugh as you crossed your arms over your red bikini. "at least they're nice to look at.”
the first guy to step up was a tall light-skin named cameron with deep dimple in his left cheek. his eyes did a quick sweep of the row of girls before landing straight on you, his smile widening instantly as he reached out a hand to greet you first.
"cameron," he said, his eyes lingering on yours just a second too long. "i've been waiting to meet you all day." he admitted.
"nice to meet you, cameron," you smiled softly, giving his hand a quick, polite squeeze.
the rest of the boys stepped up one by one, introducing themselves to the group.
there was julian, tall and dark with an insane smile who immediately zeroed in on mari. dante, clearly a smooth talker from new york who threw a wink toward selah. and chase, a laid-back surfer type who had ken blushing within two seconds. then came malik, carmel and sharp cheekbones. then damian, who made a grand entrance by pulling out a rose for andreina.
the girls were eating it up, giggling and swapping introductions. you were doing your best trying to remain interested and learn everyone’s names. if y’all were gonna be sleeping together for the next three days, you at least needed to know that.
you all gathered around the bar with your glasses of champagne toasting to potential connections.
after that, both villas started their very own pool parties. the new guys wasted no time making their moves. music blasted through the villa and within minutes, half the islanders were splashing in the pool while the rest lounged on the daybeds under the burning sun, getting to know each other.
you sat on the edge of the pool, dipping your legs into the cool water and taking a slow sip of your bubbly trying not to think of djed cozied up some thick shit.
"you mind if i join you?"
you looked up to see cameron standing there, his deep dimples on full display.
"go for it," you smiled, shifting over a bit to give him room.
he slid into the water next to you, resting his elbows on the tile. eager to get to know you, he turned his body inward, giving you his full, undivided attention.
“you’re gorgeous on tv, but you’re even more beautiful in person,” he told you, his voice smooth and sincere. “i’m excited to get to know you.”
you smiled at his flattery, feeling a soft blush creep up your neck as you tried not to remember djed telling you almost the exact same thing on the day you met. you caught yourself absentmindedly twirling the necklace again before resting your hands in your lap.
“thank you, i appreciate that,” you smiled, tossing a braid over your shoulder. “where are you from?”
“texas,” he answered with a soft, southern drawl. “born and raised.”
“shut up, no way!” you laughed, your eyes lighting up. “i live in texas right now for work actually.”
“get out of here, really?” cameron grinned, leaning a little closer as the instant familiarity made the conversation flow effortlessly. you two spent the next hour laughing, bonding over local spots, the heat, and life back home, realizing just how much you actually had in common.
you chatted with some of the other boys as well, but they didn’t quite hold your interest.
“i mean, they’re all cute. i’m just not feeling it,” you told the girls in the dressing room as you got ready for the evening, blending your makeup in front of the mirror.
“they really could’ve kept this shit, oh my god, i miss my man,” you groaned, throwing your hands up in the air. “this is literally why i don’t date.” you laughed with the girls.
“girl, felt!” mari yelled, holding her mascara wand in the air. “i’m spiraling. it’s been hours since i’ve seen dave’s biceps. i don’t know how much longer i can take this.”
“both of yall are so down bad,” andreina teased, spraying cloud of perfume around herself. “look at her, she hasn’t stopped touching that chain since this morning.”
“can you blame me?” you groaned, shaking your head as you slipped on your dress. “the new boys are sweet, but my mind is stuck on that six foot jamaican man, from south london, who can kiss me out my panties.”
all of the girls laughed with you as you put the finishing touches on your makeup and your outfits.
imani shrieked, holding her stomach as she doubled over on the vanity chair. "you’re sick."
a few moments later, you all strutted out of the dressing room together, ready to head downstairs where the casa boys were waiting for you, eager for tonight’s game.
you all gathered around the fire pit for a game of spin the bottle that production made. the way it worked was someone spun the bottle, when it landed on an islander, they picked a card, and then acted out the dare.
as you sat on the plush cushions, you couldn’t help but feel a sudden pang in your chest, knowing djed was over in casa amor right now, likely playing the exact same game.
selah was first to go, the bottle spinning rapidly across the wood before landing back on her. she picked her card and read it out loud: “kiss the islander you want to get to know better.”
without hesitation, selah stood up, walking over to julian and pulling him into a passionate kiss as everyone cheered.
over in casa, the boys had the exact same dare drawn from their deck. chloe stood up with a confident smirk, climbing straight into trey’s lap to share a deep, lingering kiss while the other guys hollered.
back at the main villa, the bottle spun again and landed on imani next. she pulled her card and her eyes went wide. “have a three-way kiss with the two islanders you think are the hottest.”
“oh my,” you muttered under your breath, leaning back against the couch.
imani giggled nervously before standing up. she picked cameron and chase, both boys stepping up to sandwich her for a fast, sloppy kiss that had the whole villa screaming.
meanwhile, over in casa amor, the bottle came to a stop right in front of djed. he picked up the card, reading the exact same three-way kiss dare, and his face instantly fell.
“i really don’t want to do this, bruv,” he muttered to himself, his hand sliding down his face as the boys started chanting his name.
he stood up slowly, the only thought in his mind being you. a heavy knot formed in his stomach, wondering what would happen if you ever saw this footage back. he let out a sharp breath and picked zaria and maya, sharing a quick, three-way kiss with both of them before immediately pulling back and wiping his lips.
next, the bottle spun across the wooden surface, slowing down until the tip pointed directly at you.
you reached down and pulled a card from the deck, reading the bold text out loud: “kiss the islander that is most your type on paper.”
the girls instantly let out a chorus of oohs and giggles, while the new boys sat up a little straighter on the cushions. you smiled sheepishly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
“it’s just a challenge,” you told yourself, repeating the mantra in your head to ease the sudden knot in your stomach. “it’s just a game.”
working up the courage to kiss someone who wasn’t djed, you stood up from the fire pit. you took a slow breath and walked over to cameron, extending your hand to pull him up to his feet.
cameron grinned, stepping in close and wrapping his hands gently around your waist. you leaned in, closing your eyes to shut out the lingering thought of djed’s face, and shared a firm, sweet kiss with cameron right there in front of everyone. the villa erupted into loud cheers and whistles, the girls screaming as you finally pulled back with a bashful laugh and took your seat back on the couch.
over in casa, sam pulled the exact same card, stepping up and sharing a passionate kiss with savannah as the rest of the guys hyped him up.
back in the main villa, the bottle spun once again and landed squarely on damian.
he reached down, picking up the card with a smile, and cleared his throat to read it aloud: “pick two islanders to kiss and rate each kiss from one to ten.”
damian stood up slowly, fixing the lapels of his open button-down shirt. he scanned the row of girls with a calculating look before making his move. he walked over to ken first, taking her hand gently and pulling her to her feet to give her a deep, lingering kiss that had the girls screaming.
after pulling back, he turned on his heel and walked straight toward you.
your breath hitched for a second as he extended a hand, his fingers lacing through yours. taking a deep breath, you let him pull you up from the fire pit cushion. you tried to keep your composure and hide your disappointment at the fact that you had to do this yet again, but your left hand reflexively reached up to clutch djed’s ankh hanging around your neck, holding onto that small piece of your man as damian leaned in to take his kiss.
“i’m not gonna lie, both of those were tens,” damian said with a smooth smirk as you broke away, stepping back toward your spot on the sofa.
the girls started shouting and fanning themselves at his answer, while the rest of the new boys threw up their hands in fake protest, laughing at his smooth escape from giving a real ranking.
you let out a nervous laugh, your heart doing a quick squeeze as you thought about your man. you sat back down and smoothed down your dress.
meanwhile over in casa, it was zaria’s turn to spin. the bottle landed right on her, and she picked up her dare with a hungry smile.
“kiss the islander who’s the shyest.”
“oh babe, i know exactly who i’m going to,” zaria purred, setting the card down.
without an ounce of hesitation, she made her way straight over to djed. djed’s eyes widened slightly as she didn't just stand in front of him—she climbed right into his lap, straddling his legs and grinding her hips against him as she leaned in to kiss hm.
the islanders went absolutely wild, the guys yelling and jumping off the couches. as her lips moved against his, he deliberately held his hands above her waist, refusing to wrap his arms around her or touch her back.
the second she pulled back, djed let out a heavy sigh, looking directly into the camera with a look that said he was fighting for his life.
after a few more rounds and many, many kisses shared, the game was finally over.
you and mari wandered off toward the plush daybeds near the edge of the villa to decompress.
“sista, how are you holding up?” mari asked, sitting cross-legged on the cushions and looking at you with empathetic eyes.
“not gonna lie, this shit really sucks,” you admitted, letting out a long, heavy sigh as you leaned your head back against the frame.
you reached up, your fingers wrapping tightly around djed’s chain as if holding on for dear life.
“i mean, kissing them felt so weird,” you continued, shaking your head with a quiet, rueful laugh. “like, yeah, they’re cute guys and they’re really sweet, but it’s just not djed. my djed. every single time a new guy comes close to me, my brain just automatically compares them to each other. this shit is so hard.”
mari reached across the bed, squeezing your knee reassuringly. “i know, babe. it’s so hard when you’ve already built a real, deep connection. but honestly? the fact that you’re feeling this way just proves how real it is between you two. and he left you his chain, dave didn’t leave me shit!”
“i just hope he’s thinking of me over there too,” you whispered, running your thumb over the smooth, cold metal resting against your chest “mari if he’s playing games, ima turn this villa up. and i’m not playing.” you laugh.
over in casa, djed was in the bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed, talking to dave and trey while the chatter of the new girls echoed from the hall.
“i’m trying to come in here with an open mind, man, but it’s just so hard when i already have something so great back in the villa,” djed admitted, his deep voice thick with frustration. “i miss her.”
“yeah, man, but at the same time, you don’t know what she’s doing over there,” trey said, leaning against the bedpost with a shrug.
djed immediately shook his head. “come on, man, you know she’s not like that. she wasn’t fucking with any of you before i came in here.”
dave nodded slowly in agreement, rubbing his chin. “yeah, that’s true. i get what you’re saying. i miss amari as well, but we owe it to ourselves to do this shit right. it’s six girls out there who are going. you owe it to yourself to explore them.”
“i hear you, man,” djed muttered, digging his palms into his eyes and holding his head in his hands.
he was going insane, the total lack of contact with you eating away at him with every passing hour. he looked down at his own bare, empty chest where his ankh usually hung, and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
he couldn't help but wonder if you were sitting over at the main villa feeling the exact same thing, wearing his chain, and missing him just as much as he missed you.
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you’re an og girl. the men in the villa just don’t pique your interest and are frankly just boring. what happens when bombshell with the cute english accent takes a liking to you?
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production had given you all thick stacks of cards so you could write however many notes to whatever islander you wanted. you all split up into your usual circles to get writing.
you, mari, andreina, and imani headed upstairs to the speakeasy behind closed doors to get some privacy from the chaos down below.
“i’m so nervous,” imani spoke up, staring down at her blank stack of pink cards. “nikki definitely hates me.”
“it’s just misdirected anger, babe,” andreina said gently, reaching over to rub imani's leg in comfort.
“but that still doesn’t make it okay,” imani sighed, leaning her head back against the cushions. “it’s just exhausting. like, don’t i deserve to find love too? fuck.”
“i think you should say something,” you said, uncapping your marker. “isn’t that the point of this? to get everything off your chest?”
mari nodded in heavy agreement, leaning forward. “a hundred percent. if you keep letting her throw shade at you in silence, it’s just gonna keep building up until somebody explodes. put it on a card, imani. anonymous or not—get your peace back.”
imani looked between the three of you, a slow spark of determination replacing the anxious look in her eyes. “you know what? you’re right.”
she uncapped her pen and immediately began scratching out a note, while you looked down at your own blank stack.
you knew your dynamic with djed was solid now. he’d made that crystal clear. but in this villa, the quiet whispers and lingering glances, you couldn't help but wonder whose names were about to show up on the cards meant for you two.
the camera zooms in as you settle into the pillows in confessional room.
“i’m not really expecting to get much of anything, honestly,” you say, shaking your head. “because clearly everyone treats me as the in-house therapist around this bitch.”
the crew behind the camera chuckles softly. “are you staying anonymous with your notes? or are you ‘standing on business’?” a producer asks.
“no, i’m signing everything, babe,” you answer instantly, sitting up “if i’ve have something to say to you, my name is gonna be attached to it. we're grown. literally just stand on it or don't write it!”
down by the fire pit, ken and deja sat.
ken tapped her chin, dark curls bouncing softly as she looked up at the villa. "i'm sorry, but some of these people acting like they've been married for ten years after a couple days is absurd," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she began scratching out a card. "it’s love island, not lock-it-down island. how are you going to get mad at us for doing what we came here to do just because you're terrified of a little competition?"
deja didn't even look up, her marker sliding smooth across the heavy paper. "literally. djed and her acting like they’re off-limits is so fake. you've been coupled up for five minutes, sit down. people are closing themselves off way too early and shade everybody else for trying to vibe. it’s annoying."
a few feet away at the daybeds, nikki was writing with enough force to tear right through the postcard. her jaw was set tight as she stared at the back of sam’s head across the garden.
“actions speak louder than words. you’re a liar, and you abandoned what we had the absolute second a new shinier option walked in,” she spoke, “at least have the balls to stand on it instead of playing the sweet guy.”
meanwhile, over by the kitchen island, alex and trey were watching nikki scribble away in tense silence.
"bro, i can't be the only one tired of it," alex whispered, quickly writing his own note. "she treats everybody around here like trash whenever she doesn't get her way, and everybody just walks on eggshells around her."
"nah, it's wild," trey agreed, capping his marker. "she gets a total free pass for being outright rude to imani, but if anyone else spoke to someone like that, they'd be hung out to dry. it's time somebody called this bullshit out out."
all over the villa, nobody was holding back and the tension was rising so fast.
one by one, the producers called everyone to the main entrance, where a mailbox sat like a ticking bomb. the air in the villa was thick with anticipation. the easy, relaxed sunbathing vibe from earlier was completely dead. nobody was making eye contact, and the silence was heavy.
the sun had fully set behind the villa walls, leaving the villa glowing in bright neon colors and warm yellow lights.
the girls had spent the last hour upstairs in the dressing room curling hair, spraying endless clouds of setting spray, and slipping into their dresses, while the boys had been sent to the bedroom to get ready. when you all finally walked back out, the setup was waiting for you.
right in the center of the fire pit stood a podium. resting right beside it was a shiny white mailbox. the tension in the air was so thick you could practically taste it. each islander was going to step up, read their postcards out loud—anonymous or signed—and then get their chance to respond right there in front of everybody.
you sat squeezed tight into djed’s side on the main couch, his arm draped heavy and protective around your shoulders as his fingers idly stroked your neck.
a text chimed, breaking the silence. sam’s name was called first.
he let out a heavy sigh, smoothed down his shirt, and walked slowly over to the mailbox. he pulled out his stack, stepped up to the podium, and unsealed the first card.
he cleared his throat, reading out loud:
“to sam, from anonymous. i don’t know how you can act like things are all good between you and imani when nikki has been crying her eyes out these past few days.”
sam took a slow, deep breath, resting his hands flat on the edges of the podium before looking up at the group.
“first of all, i don’t owe nikki anything,” he stated, his voice firm and tired. “i’ve tried to be respectful of her feelings. when imani came into the villa, i reassured nikki so many times before she decided to blow up on me. this isn’t only her experience. it’s mine as well.”
“i agree,” amari said. “there’s only so much a person can take, and your name has been dragged through the mud in this villa so many times.”
you nodded your head in strong agreement, watching nikki roll her eyes and cross her arms tightly from across the fire pit.
sam took another steadying breath before sliding the next card out of its envelope. he paused, his eyes widening slightly as he read the signature at the top.
“to sam, from... imani?”
he ran a hand over his face, shaking his head slightly before continuing to read:
“i don’t like how you haven’t stood up for me in regards to nikki. it’s almost as if you’re protecting her feelings and not giving a fuck about mine. if you say you want to explore me, explore me. don’t walk on eggshells because you’re scared of what she might say.”
“damn,” you and djed both blurted out at the exact same time.
you instantly snapped your hands over your mouths, as a few low oohs echoed around the fire pit.
sam stood at the podium for a long beat, staring at the card before looking up and locking eyes with imani.
“is this how you really feel, imani?” sam asked, his voice low and dead serious.
"yes," imani said, not flinching for a single second. she sat up straight, crossing her legs, her tone cool and calm. "i’m not gonna keep sitting around pretending everything is fine. every time she throws a slick remark or makes a scene, you go completely silent. if you want to get to know me, then act like it. stop letting her make you feel guilty for just having a conversation with me."
sam swallowed hard, nodding slowly at the podium. "fair enough. i hear you, imani. i really do. moving forward, i’m gonna make sure i step up and handle it better."
nikki let out a loud, dramatic scoff from the other side of the fire pit, but sam just shook his head and walked back to his seat. not wanting to give her any more of his energy,
the next text alert chimed, and it was djed’s turn.
djed gave your waist a firm squeeze before standing up, smoothing down his dark jacket, and walking over to the mailbox. he pulled out his stack and stepped up to the podium, a smirk on his face.
he unsealed the first card and read it out loud:
“to djed, from anonymous. it’s pretty wild how fast you closed yourself off to the new bombshells. feels like you’re just playing it safe to survive the game instead of actually giving other people a chance.”
djed pulled the card down, looking directly over at ken and deja, who were suddenly very interested in looking down at their nails.
a lazy, dangerous little smile spread across his face.
"first of all," djed began, his voice smooth and dripping with confidence, "i'm not 'playing it safe.' when you know what you want, you don't keep looking around just to satisfy everybody else's curiosity. my feelings arent game to me. if you came in here hoping i'd fold the second a new face walked through the door, i'm sorry to disappoint you."
you couldn’t help the massive grin that spread across your face.
the rest of the islanders let out a loud burst of “i know that’s right,” and clapping, while mari leaned over to high-five you. djed caught your eye from the podium, giving you a quick, subtle wink before pulling out his second card.
“to djed, from anonymous,” he read, his brow furrowing slightly. “you treat her like a princess, but we all know you’re holding back. just wait until casa amor.”
djed let out a low, deep chuckle, shaking his head as he tossed the card onto the wooden podium.
"whoever wrote this clearly doesn't know me," he said firmly, locking eyes with the entire group. "i stand on what i say. i don't need a test in casa amor to figure out what i've got right in front of me."
andreina raised her eyebrows, looking around the fire pit circle. “anybody wanna say who wrote it?”
the fire pit went dead silent for a split second. ken quickly cleared her throat, suddenly leaning down to fix the strap on her heel, while deja kept her gaze firmly locked on her drink, neither of them opening their mouths to claim the notes.
you just leaned back into djed’s chest, a smooth, unbothered smirk on your face.
“girl, you know who wrote it,” you said with a light laugh, shaking your head. “if they wanna hide behind games, they can. i’m not losing sleep at night.”
“facts,” he said and stepped down from the podium. walking straight back to you, pulling you into his side and pressing a heavy, proud kiss right to the side of your head. “who’s next?”
next up was selah, who only had one postcard waiting for her in the box. she pulled it out, smiling softly as she read a sweet note from jayden wishing that she’d open up to him a little bit more and let her guard down. she spoke to him, in total agreement before taking her seat.
then came trey, who stepped up to the podium looking like he was just waiting to get back to his bed. he read through a couple of vague notes, shrugged, and muttered a quick response that proved he could literally care less what anyone in the villa had to say about him, sending a quick wave of giggles through the group.
after that, it was andreina's turn.
she walked up with a big smile, unsealing her single card and bursting into a grin as she read out loud:
“to andreina, from anonymous... you swear you don’t snore, but we can all hear you, love.”
the entire fire pit completely busted out laughing.
“that is a complete lie!” andreina shouted, holding her card up in fake outrage while laughing through her words. “i sleep like an angel! who wrote this?!”
mari was practically doubled over, wheezing into her hands, while djed shook his head, burying his face into your shoulder as he chuckled. the hilarious little break in tension was a breath of fresh air.
once the laughter finally died down, the next text alert chimed stating it was imani’s turn.
the energy instantly shifted right back to high tension. imani smoothed down her bandage dress, took a deep breath, and walked up to the mailbox. she pulled out a couple of cards, stepping right up to the podium.
she opened the first envelope, her eyes quickly scanning the messy handwriting before she read it out loud for the entire villa to hear.
“to imani, from nikki.”
nikki sat back on the couch, crossing her legs and staring at imani with a completely cold, deadpan expression.
imani took a slow, steady breath before reading:
“you came in here trying your hardest to break sam and i up, knowing we were together. the victim act is getting old.”
imani giggled softly, shaking her head as if she couldn't even believe what she had just read.
“you’re saying i tried my hardest to break you two up?” she asked, gesturing smoothly between sam and nikki. she paused for a split second, tilting her head with a tight, sweet smile.
“it obviously didn’t take much, babe. you’re insufferable.”
the entire fire pit went dead silent for a microsecond before absolute chaos erupted. jaw drops, sharp gasps, and frantic coughs filled the air.
you immediately spun around, burying your face straight into mari’s shoulder to stifle your uncontrollable laughter. mari’s entire body was shaking next to you as she folded her lips completely into her mouth, fighting for her life trying to bite back a huge smile. djed was right behind you, throwing his head back with a low, disbelieving laugh, his arm tightening around your waist as he tried to keep his composure.
nikki sat frozen, her jaw practically on the decking as imani calmly placed the card down on the podium, reading and answering her next cards. clearly unbothered by nikki’s antics.
ironically, nikki was up next, and her stack was ridiculously thick.
she slid the first card out, her eyes scanning the text before she read it:
“to nikki, from anonymous. you demand total loyalty from everyone in this villa, but you give absolutely none in return. your constant outbursts aren't cute—they’re exhausting.”
nikki let out a loud, mocking laugh, tossing the card onto the podium like it was trash. "exhausting? if standing up for myself and not letting people play in my face makes me exhausting, then i'll happily take that label! next!"
mari spoke up from beside you, not holding back for a second. “you keep saying somebody is playing in your face—nobody is playing you! you did all this shit to yourself! if you want to speak on somebody playing victim, look in the mirror!”
“oh, so now you’ve got something to say, mari?” nikki snapped back, spinning toward her.
the two of them instantly began to bicker across the fire pit, the tension boiling over until producers stepped in: “nikki, please finish reading your postcards.”
nikki rolled her eyes, scoffing deeply as she read the second card.
“to nikki, from trey.”
trey sat back on the couch, completely unbothered, resting his arms over the back of the cushions as he waited for her to read it.
“you drag everybody into your drama and then expect the whole villa to take your side when you’re completely in the wrong. i’m tired of walking on eggshells. grow up.”
"grow up?" nikki spat, glaring directly at trey. "i don't drag anyone into shit, trey. if you're walking on eggshells, that's a you problem!"
nikki aggressively yanked the next card out, her eyes landing on your name at the bottom. she glared right at you before reading it out loud:
“everyone in here gives you entirely too much grace when you’ve been nothing but rude towards imani. i’m done enabling the toxic behavior. sam moved on, you do the same. it’s not the end of the world.”
the whole fire pit went dead silent as nikki stared you down, her chest heaving.
"so after everything i told you upstairs this morning, this is what you go and write?" she sneered, her voice dripping with anger.
djed’s arm immediately tightened around you, his shoulders squaring as he looked over at her. but you didn't even flinch.
“i care about you," you said calmly, meeting her gaze head-on. "thats why being real with you. sitting upstairs comforting you while you cry is one thing, but watching you constantly tear imani down every single day for doing the exact same thing we all came here to do? i'm not gonna pretend that's okay. that’s lame as hell actually. yes, you got your feelings hurt. haven’t we all? move the fuck on.”
nikki opened her mouth to shoot back, but she was completely speechless, unable to spin her way out of it as a few low nods of agreement swept through the rest of the villa.
alex was up next, walking over to the podium and he cleared his throat and read his card out loud:
“to alex, from anonymous. i really hate the way ole girl did you. i’d treat you so much better.”
a subtle wave of murmurings rippled through the fire pit. everybody in that circle knew damn well “ole girl” was a direct jab at you for ditching your initial coupling with alex the second djed walked through those doors.
djed’s posture instantly shifted, his chest puffing out as he let out a low, cold scoff against your ear. but you? you really couldn’t give a fuck.
you slowly leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees, a cool, dangerous little smirk dancing on your lips as your eyes swept across the couches.
“anybody care to put a name on it?” you asked, your voice ringing out crystal clear over the quiet yard.
silence. complete and utter crickets. not a single soul speaking up to claim it.
you let out a soft, amused laugh, shaking your head as you sat right back into djed’s chest.
“i thought not.”
djed’s arm slammed firmly back around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he let out a dark, satisfied chuckle. pressing a sweet kiss to your temple while alex quietly cleared his throat, tossed the card down.
jayden, dave, and amari breezed through their cards next, keeping things mostly light before the focus finally shifted to you.
you walked up to the podium, picking up your small stack from the mailbox. you unsealed the first envelope, immediately cracking a smirk as you read it out loud:
“from, anonymous. i really dislike how you, andreina, and amari walk around like you’re hot shit. it’s giving mean girls.”
“mean girls because we don’t kiss ass? okay,” you laughed, tossing the card aside with zero hesitation before reaching for the second one. your eyes scanned the text, landing straight on the signature at the bottom.
“from, deja. i don’t like how possessive you act over djed. he isn’t only yours. this is love island.”
you rolled your eyes before responding, looking right across the fire pit at her. “right, love island. not explore island. i’ve never acted ‘possessive’ over djed. i encouraged him to explore the both of you. he’s a grown man, he makes his own choices.”
ken immediately spoke up from the end couch, sitting up to side with deja. “i mean, be real though! anytime anyone even tries to pull him for a chat, the energy completely changes. it does feel like you guys made an unwritten rule that no one else is allowed to talk to him!”
djed didn't even wait for you to answer—he leaned forward from his seat, cutting in. "nobody made a rule. i told both of you straight to your faces where my head was at so i didn't waste your time. don't get mad at her because i picked her."
you couldn't help the dry, amused laugh that bubbled up as you held the card up. looking around the fire pit, you added, “anybody else feel some type of way over djed? i don’t know, you might have to cry about it or something. i’m not coming up off that.”
the entire fire pit erupted into cheers and laughter. djed immediately threw his head back, a huge, proud grin spreading across his face as he shook his head.
you picked up your final postcard from the podium and quickly read the text out loud:
“from, anonymous. don’t you think the way you acted with alex was harsh? you completely discarded him for djed.”
a small, exasperated sigh escaped your lips, but you kept your composure, looking directly across the circle at alex before speaking.
“well, alex, if you feel this way, i want to apologize. i picked djed because i have a stronger connection with him. it doesn’t mean that i didn’t care for you or your feelings.” you paused, shifting your gaze from alex to sweep across the rest of the fire pit—specifically locked on the peanut gallery. “as far as everyone else goes, i’ve had this conversation with alex, so at this point, y’all are just being messy as fuck.”
a chorus of oohs and hushed giggles rippled through the couches as you casually tossed the card back onto the podium.
“alex, you’re a great guy. i just wasn’t your person. i hope you find yours in here.”
alex cleared his throat, nodding subtly in acknowledgment. "thank you. we already squashed it, there’s no hard feelings. that’s what we’re all here for right?" effectively shutting down whoever wrote the note.
“anyone else have something they want to get off their chest? . . . . perfect.” you said, satisfied that you’d thoroughly cleared the air and set the record straight, you stepped down from the podium and strolled back to your seat blowing kisses at mari and andreina.
the moment you sat down, djed swung his arm around you, pulling you straight into his lap and tucking your head under his chin.
"you're crazy, you know that?" he whispered, his deep voice vibrating against your shoulder as his hand rested warm and firm on your hip. pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head as the producers finally called an end to the game.
“just a little,” you say, a smirk playing on your lips.
the two of you escaped down to the dock. djed’s oversized, heavy jacket was draped warmth over your shoulders, smelling distinctly of his cologne.
“how are you feeling, love?” he asked softly, sliding his arm around your waist to keep you pulled against his side just as you’d been all night.”
“i’m not gonna lie, i do feel a way about certain people coming at us for being together,” you admitted, shaking your head as you looked out at the lights reflecting off the water. “like, why are you so bothered?”
djed shifted slightly, turning his body toward you. he reached up, his warm hand gently cupping the side of your jaw to turn your face back to his.
“it doesn’t matter,” he answered, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheekbone. “they’re not in this couple. it’s just us.”
he leaned down, trailing a slow line of lingering, soft kisses right along the sensitive spot under your jaw down to your neck, making a quiet shiver run straight down your spine.
“let ‘em talk,” he murmured against your skin, his voice sending a rumble straight through your chest. “you and i both know this is real. what did you say at the fire pit? i’m not coming up off you, not anytime soon.”
he pulled back just enough to look at you, a slow, gorgeous smile spreading across his face, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners with pure affection.
you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head at how satisfied he looked with himself. "you’re insane."
you reached up, softly cupping both sides of his jaw, and pulled him down into a warm, lingering kiss. he melted into it instantly, his fingers tangling into your hair as he deepened the kiss, drowning out every bit of noise and drama until it was just the quiet hum of the water and the two of you.
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