#god no one lets Najuma do ANYTHING these days

[smallestflowtree]

Najuma, soon after you meet her: My mother taught me the basics about explosives and I worked out the rest for myself

Me: Fair enough

Najuma, once you get to know her better: So my mother died when I was five

Me: Leta Pavel what the fuck

[sungrave]

Did we explore nail polish territory yet

Kenyatta paints her nails all sort of "badass" ways and Eshe hates it because she keeps her well manicured nails in a french tip style but no nail polish, just nude well maintained nails.

Tish would have the most delicate little gel nails because she would love the colors on her nails but it's hard to maintain when you are tinkering all the time. Gel flower nails 💅 🌺

Kenyatta paints Naio's toenails because he would love to partake but his hands do heavy work all the time and it would come off too soon and he doesnt have time for anything serious like salon quality nails. They have a little date night where Kenyatta does his toes for him and he gets all giggly every time he showers before going to bed because he loves his little colorful nails

Kenli has a stash of nail polish he uses every now and then but wipes it off immediately after it dries because he cant show this sort of goofiness as esteemed major and husband

Reth wouldnt paint his own nails but would do Tish's for her and he would do his date's/SO's

Hassian paints his unironically and gods forbid you mention it in any way

Sifuu doesnt paint hers but used to do her wife's and she would be horrible at it and they would have had the best laughs at it. She wouldn't do Hassian's because it hurts too much but he would do his in a way to remember his momma

Najuma wouldnt do her own, she thinks it's a waste of time and comes off when she mines anyways (Hodari tried to paint her nails when she was little and it chipped all the time and she couldn't sit still for long enough to dry) Sometimes Auni brings her nail stickers and nail polish to try and be friends and she doesnt know how to tell him she doesnt want them

Elouisa paints hers as a protection against the paranormal, colors and shapes has meaning. Caleri has beautiful but discreet salon manicures now but they used to do each other's nails when they were little.

Ashura doesnt do his but loves seeing and complementing everyone on their choice of color and design.

Jel likes doing his own but Tish takes him to the salon with her to get ✨ professional ✨ designs and he always has some dark but elegant designs each new week

Delaila would love to get into it but doesnt have the time. Badruu got him press ons but it's not the same. I love to think every now and then her family forces her to have a spa day and get some simple but cute gel nails .

Badruu might not do his now but when he was a bard he had the wildest colors ✨

Zeki has press ons, sometimes he wears them unironically but i totally see him as a laying on my bed on my tummy with my feet in the air and spend an embarrassingly long time to try different press ons and mix and match them

Tamala does her own very intricate porcelain nails. 100% impressive and gorgeous but so pointy you automatically cover your sensitive areas in case of stabbing

Jina lets Hekla does hers after Hekla finds out from the humans that they like nail polish and it's very popular between young people. She secretly likes it.

Einar would 100% do anyone's and his as well

Chayne sometimes has a very pale color on his but mostly he keeps his nails clean and pristine so he wouldn't accidentally compromise healing in any way.

Hodari wouldnt paint his (but would do yours) but every now and then when he accidentally slams something on his fingers and his nails turn purple he jokes that's his way of partaking

[litgwritersroom]

If you could rewrite the fallout of Dylan's lies, how would you change it?

YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE

Season 4 - 2000+ words - Angie / MC - Bia (crimswnred)

After hearing the fight with Bruno, Angie knows she needs to help her best friend to sort her mind. And maybe hers too.

"It seems more like a you problem to me, Bruno."

"It's a us problem, Hazel!"

"I'm not the one accusing you of kissing someone else, I trusted you!"

Angie could hear the voices getting louder from the kitchen. Her voice. And Bruno's too. Feeling her heart pounding like crazy on her chest, Angie's eyes turned to Thabi and James, both looking like they had just seen a ghost. Since the day Bruno came in as a bombshell, they had been a couple–it was almost sickening how close they got to each other. To hear them fighting now was something new but in a way that made Angie's heart crumble and the knot on her stomach tighter. 

She had thought it to be normal, to be just a doubt in the back of her mind, her not-very-sociable self feeling a little anxious around people. But as the time passed, her curiosity grew bigger. How would it be if I was with a girl? She had thought. What do her hands feel like? If I kissed her would it be soft? Those thoughts kept coming and coming as her feelings got bigger and bigger. Friendship. A lie she came up with by herself so there would be a line between them, a line that was so thin that now she could see how easily it was to jump.

"Well, fuck that!"

Craning her neck, Angie watched Bruno storm out from the kitchen, jaw and hands clenched, his brows frowned in a half thoughtful half pissed expression. And the worst of all, alone. Fuck. She bolted from her bench, rushing to the kitchen, not even sparing a glance at the other islanders in her way. Everything that mattered was her. Hazel.

"Oh, god," she let out once she saw Hazel's eyes full of tears. "What happened?"

Angie's eyes darted to Will and Najuma. They were next to Hazel on the counter, caressing her arms and back as she wiped her tears away with the back of her hands. The sight of her crumbling like that made Angie's heart stop for a second. 

"It's OK," she let out, ever so soft that she couldn't believe it was her talking, as she hugged Hazel and hid her face in her embrace. She would never be the one to initiate those moments yet she knew how Hazel needed it. "I'm here now."

Before anyone could say anything about what just happened, Angie grabbed Hazel's hands and led her over to the daybeds, far away from the rest of the islanders and the party commotion. Knowing how fast gossip could be spread there, it was just a matter of time before everyone was commenting, trying to ask questions, and coming up with theories on their own, and that was the last thing Hazel needed to deal with right now.

"Whatever happened," she said as they both sat down on the daybeds, the petals not adding to the atmosphere. "I'm sure you handled it brilliantly."

Hazel's dark pits raised to meet Angie's, the first time they did after the fight. There was a glimpse of defeat on them. "It's so unfair, Anj…"

"I know, babes," she said as she scooched over, brushing her fingertips on Hazel's fingers. "What did he do?"

"He thinks I fancy Dylan," Hazel said. Dylan's name sounded like a curse on her lips but the reaction didn't come as a surprise to Angie. Since the day Dylan set foot on the island he had laid on thick with her, always saying the stupidest pick-up lines and making her uncomfortable. "That I kissed him."

"What?" Angie's mouth was hanging open. Dylan was disgusting but Bruno was dumber than she had thought���and she had never described him as smart. "What a fucking knob."

"Tell me about it." Hazel sighed. "Seriously, Anj, I'm fuming. The whole argument was like, me trying to defend myself and he even fucking dare to, to like, say that I should sleep outside? Like Imma fucking dog? That was not the Bruno I know, not the Bruno I like."

Like. Not love. Angie didn't know exactly what that meant, or why she was fixating on little details in times like this. But she was and oh, boy, what a relief was to know that she wasn't there yet with Bruno. That way the heartbreak would hurt less. But for which one of them? That was yet to be found.

"What did you say?"

"That he could fuck himself too if he didn't need me anyway," Hazel said with a roll of eyes, wiping the stray tears that insisted to fall. She never failed to amaze Angie, always clapping back with that sassy attitude one could only admire. Such a bad temper, Angie thought, giggling under her breath. "Don't laugh." Hazel scolded with a frown.

Angie clasped a hand to her mouth, wanting to laugh so badly now. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said, nuzzling her face on Hazel's hair as the familiar flowery scent surrounded her. When she raised her head to meet her face, she could see her nose reddening and her eyes filled with tears "Oh, no, no, don't cry." Carefully, thinking she could break under her thumb, Angie stroked her cheeks with it. "Listen, listen, Bruno's being a dickhead, ok? I'm sure he'll be back to his senses tomorrow and will be so, so sorry."

Hazel shook her head slightly. "The thing is… I'm not even sure if I wanna be back together, Anj." She sighed, resting her head on Angie's shoulders. "Why would I? If he thinks of me like that… If he doesn't trust me?"

Instinctively, Angie circled Hazel's body with her arm, bringing her close. "I see where this is coming from but…" She squeezed Hazel's waist. "What are you gonna do if things didn't work out with Bruno?"

Hazel's hand found Angie's and intertwined their fingers. "Yeah, I really don't see any of those other boys as anything but good mates. Not even Oliver. I mean, he's a sweetheart and all but that's it." She sighed. "If I had to pick a boy, Bruno's the only option."

"As for the girls… ?" Angie eyed her. Hazel was never shy about the fact that she was bisexual, openly flirting with Najuma before coupling up with Bruno and joking around with Cora about it, in complete opposition to Angie's lack of knowledge.

"Well… there is one girl." Hazel said, her pinchable cheeks turning bright pink. "But she doesn't see me as anything more than friends, so there is that…"

"I see…" Angie whispered, so low that she wasn't sure if Hazel could hear her. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, the butterflies flying up and down inside of her stomach, the cold breeze of the night making her shiver. Was it possible? Did Hazel secretly fancy her? Was she the one that only saw her as a friend? And why did that make her feel funny? Angie shook her head. That was a problem for future Angie to deal with. "We should probably try to sleep now, right?" She said, trying to avoid facing her friend—it would be a problem if she had to explain why her cheeks were pink.

Hazel nodded slowly, still looking defeated, but a little better. Angie watched as she laid her back against the mattress and threw her shoes away like they were some kind of dead weight. With a sigh, she turned her body to face Angie, her tiny vinyl black dress a little too high up her body, barely covering her lingerie. For a fraction of a second, Angie saw how moonlight envelopes perfection and clings itself to it. 

Swiftly, she took her shoes off and laid alongside Hazel, letting moonlight shine on her brown skin as well. With a mischievous smile, she brought the duvet over the two of them, shielding their bodies from the cold and covering Hazel's mess.

"What are you doing?" Hazel asked. Her once weak smile shined brightly. "Aren't you going back to the main room?"

"I'd rather keep you company," Angie giggled. "Plus, what's there for me if not an empty bed and snores?"

"When you put it like that it makes sleeping here not a bad idea at all."

The two of them giggled to each other, getting closer and closer with each laugh. With a sigh, Angie turned her back to her, feeling… good. She couldn't explain why she was happy. It was this warm feeling on her chest that insisted on growing every time they were together. It was flustered faces and missing words that had never failed her before. It was a constant fear that held hands with pure joy and took over every inch of her body, making her a shivering mess. It was everything and nothing at the same time. The certainty of having to choose but also the knowledge that it was never possible to not follow that same path over and over again. It was so simple, the words could slip from her lips right now: it was…

"Hey, Hazel…" a deep masculine voice cut Angie's train of thought as she felt Hazel stiffening beside her. "I came to see if you're OK."

Angie could almost hear Hazel's eyes rolling with pure disgust, and she could feel it as she moved around, propping herself onto her elbows. "No," she jetted. "Thanks to you. Jerk."

"Yeah… I came to apologise. I think I might have let them think we did something more… It wasn't my intention, I swear. I just…"

Oh, for fucks sake. Angie thought, her turn to roll her eyes. She was not really close to many islanders and sometimes couldn't bear them half the time but Dylan, especially,  was insufferable. If only she could give him a kick on the…

"Yeah, right." She heard Hazel say as she laid back in the bed, grabbing her pillow and covering her face with it. "I don't like you, Dylan."

"You don't?" He dared to ask. Was he dumb? Angie was starting to believe he was. 

"No!" Hazel almost shouted, if it wasn't for the pillow. You go, gurl.

"Agree to disagree…" Oh, yeah, totally dumb. No one had an ego like that and was smart at the same time. "Don't you wanna maybe… talk? Alone."

"What?" There was a nervous laugh in her voice. Oh, no. "Dylan, fuck off!"

"Are you sure? Maybe we can sort it…" His voice was closer now. 

Angie sat up, turning to face him. He was standing too close to the bed, a creepy cocky smile on his lips. "Mate, she told you to fuck off. Are you fucking deaf? Fuck. Off." Angie said. Her words were full of anger and contempt. Just as she meant it. 

He looked at her as if she was the worst person to ever walk into a room but she couldn't give two fuck about him now. With a loose hand, she shooed him, rolling her eyes as he clicked his tongue.

"Right." He stepped back. "I'll see you in the morning, Hazel."

The two of them watched in silence as he walked back to the Villa, and as soon as he was out of sight, Hazel let out a nervous giggle. Angie could only hold her hand, her palms cold and sweaty. "Was it just me or did it sound like a threat?" she asked.

"It fucking did!" Hazel said, squeezing her hand.  "Thank you, Anj, you're literally the only person I can trust here."

Breathing deeply, Angie looked at Hazel's eyes and gave her a flourished smile. "You're my best friend, Hazel, of course, you can trust me."

"You're my best friend, too."

In silence, they laid back on the bed, arms wrapped around each other so comfortably that Angie could be fooled that they were used to it by now. In silent conversations with herself, Angie let her thoughts run wild, listening to the darkest night whispering to her ears the words she was the most afraid of. 

She was in love.

[litgwritersroom]

A rewrite of the sexy dance-off scene, where one character can’t hide their real feelings.

LET’S GO

Season 4 - 1400 words - Angie/ MC - Suz (@mrsbsmooth)

Angie thinks she and Siobhan are just best friends. But Siobhan’s not dancing for the boys.

So in this one, Dylangate happened earlier, and the heartrate challenge happened after it.

And this prompt is actually inspired by a specific song - the dance / song referenced in this fic specifically was prompted by this video

https://youtu.be/ZmhmkOpDbH0

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“You’re next, Shiv”

Angie reached the top of the stairs and found Siobhan stretching on the floor.

As she caught Angie’s eye, she spread her legs, effortlessly moving into a full split. Her muscles flexed as her legs spread apart, making Angie’s eyes dart up and down.

She was a dancer, so Angie shouldn’t have been surprised that she was flexible. But… holy moly.

Black tank top, black brazillian knickers, fishnet stockings, and bright red fuck-me boots.

God, she murdered this look.

But she murdered every look. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman Angie had ever seen. She wasn’t gay. She wasn’t even into girls. But god. She’d never seen anything like Siobhan.

It was like she’d stepped out of a comic book.

Her body was… god. And her lips… urgh. And her eyes… And she just… Fuckin’ hell.

These boys weren’t going to know what hit them. Shiv had danced a little at cocktail parties, and her and Bruno had shown off their dancing a little… but god, he was a fucking shit.

Ever since he’d made her sleep on the daybeds, something had changed between him and Siobhan. She seemed to hate him for it.

She didn’t break up with him… and she was certainly still fucking him… but it was like she’d opened her heart to him.

And he’d hurt her.

So she’d slammed it. The fuck. Shut. And no crowbar, no key, no amount of (apparently great) dick he could give her, was going to be enough for her to trust him again.

Angie’s partnership wasn’t much better. Tom was clearly head over heels for Siobhan. So was Youcef. And Najuma. Day three, Shiv had coupled up with Najuma, who’d never been able to look anywhere else since. Everyone wanted Siobhan. She was… god.

She was a god. A goddess.

And she was kind. And funny. And silly. And smart. And considerate. And her best, best, best friend.

Angie couldn’t wait to see her dance.

Thinking about Shiv dancing sent a shudder through her, and her bottom lip quivered.

Shiv pulled her legs in, and extended a hand to Angie. “Help me up, babe”

Angie steadied her back against the wall, and reached for her, pulling her up. Shiv jumped up, and stumbled forward, steadying herself by placing her hand on the wall next to Angie’s head.

For a moment… Angie thought she’d done it on purpose, and she felt something in her throat catch.

The deep red paint on Siobhan’s lips glistened, as her tongue darted across them. A wisp of raven black hair fell across her face, and Shiv traced a long nail up her cheek as she tucked it behind her ear.

She leaned in, letting her lips linger just next to Angie’s cheek. Her breath was hot. The closeness of it making Angie feel a little lightheaded.

Just the adrenaline. It’s just the adrenaline.

“Make sure you’re watching, yeah?” Shiv stepped back. “I did this one for you”

She threw a wink at Angie, and turned, making her way down the stairs.

*

Angie settled in, kneeling on the benches with the other girls, peering over to watch Shiv drive the boys crazy. She wondered if she could make one of them cum without even touching him. If anyone could do it, Shiv could. And it’d probably be Tom.

The boys were looking between each other, nervous.

But then the music started.

The deep, haunting bars filled the villa, and Angie felt a flutter in her stomach as Shiv rounded the corner.

She stepped slowly toward the boys, her legs crossing with each step. Her hips swayed with the beat, her movements sharp and considered.

She knows what she’s doing.

As the sensual female vocals started, Shiv’s movements synced with the beat, winding her body seductively.

On one beat, she stopped, and squatted down, slapping her thighs, and Angie felt a pulsing heat between her legs.

What the…

But Shiv didn’t stop there. She continued to the floor, crawling, rolling around, arching her back, dragging herself through full splits.

Angie had no idea what this performance looked like from the front… but she was almost certain that Shiv had done this on purpose. Because the real show was the one from the back.

Her perfect, perfect ass. God. Fucking. Damn it.

But it wasn’t just the dancing. It was the song. Angie could feel the beat of the song through her entire body. Something about the words was doing something to her.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit”

It was like song was calling her. Begging her.

And everything seemed to fall in to place all at once.

How much Angie hated Bruno. How jealous she got. How angry she was about Shiv being treated badly. Why the innocent “just-for-funsies” kisses they’d shared after a few drinks had left her breathless.

Why her legs entwined with Shiv’s as she held her all night on the daybeds that night had left her wetter than she’d ever been in her life.

She’d thought it had just been a weird dream.

“I never would have left you alone

Here on your own glued to your phone

Never would have left you alone

For someone else to take you home”

It was like she was singing the song to Shiv, and she was performing it for the both of them.

Showing Angie everything they could be.

The realisation hit her like a slap in the face.

And she looked at Shiv, winding her way around in front of the boys, each of them looking like they’d cut each others’ dicks off for a chance to fuck her right then and there.

What she wouldn’t give to go down there. Have her hands on her waist. Let her hands fall over her ass, pulling her against her. Rip those fucking stockings off her. Get her on her back. Throw those fucking boots across the room.

Another wave of shudders came over her, but this one travelled all the way down, sending a wave of heat through her.

She’d never felt this way about someone before.

Wanted them. Needed them. Desired them.

But almost as soon as it started, the dance was over. And Angie had to face the reality.

I want her.

I want to be with her.

I’m… I might be in love with her.

But before she could plan how the fuck she was going to deal with this revelation, the other girls ran down to chat to the boys. Angie lingered. She needed a minute. To calm down. To try and breathe. She knew her secret would be discovered as soon as she walked down there. Her breath fast. Palms sweaty. Nipples hard enough to show through her flimsy outfit.

“Ange! Hurry up! We’re about to get the results!”

She made her way down, purposely avoiding Shiv’s gaze. Bruno had pulled her into his lap, and was already kissing her shoulder, clearly staking a claim to his territory.

He may as well have lifted his leg and pissed on her.

Fuckhead. Angie thought.

Najuma’s phone chimed.

“The winner of the heart rate challenge is… the girls!”

The girls cheered

“The person who raised heart rates the most overall was… Siobhan! Congratulations! You have won a night in the hideaway for you and the islander of your choice”

Everyone applauded as Bruno pushed her to stand, as he pulled her away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shiv laughed

He looked confused.

“I’m taking Angie”

What?

Angie met her gaze for the first time since her dance had ended. Her eyes were ablaze with desire. Because she knew.

She knew what her dance had done to Angie.

And she knew that Angie had finally figured out what was going on between them.

She walked over to Angie, wrapping her arms around her neck as she whispered in her ear again.

“What do you say, babe? Figured it out yet?”

Angie nodded.

“Good. Let’s go.”