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[blueskyheadleft010]

Really really upset right now because it’s like near impossible to find a replacement watch strap that isn’t leather and also isn’t too small or too big, or isn’t a flipping Apple Watch band.

I have tended to and repaired with great care my cheap little Walmart digital watch for over five years now and the Velcro strap has finally bit the dust but there’s literally no freaking replacement available for it. Even online possible matches are listed for like $40 smh. Like that’s the price of an entire digital watch?? Hello???

Anyways, if anyone can find a close approximation of a 14mm Timex Expedition watch strap I’d be eternally grateful.

[ennuijpg]

wookjin finally wearing a watch that's not his apple watch i win <33

[sugugasm]

“NERDS DO IT BETTER.” | satoru gojo

⟡ tags : nerd! satoru + popular! yn, gojo loses his virginity at the hot cheerleader’s house party - content includes : reader uses she/her pronouns, fem! reader, riding, fingering, inexperienced! gojo, pet names, etc. also shout out 2 my fav @ramonathinks m’ so proud of this piece bae i hope you luv it jus as much as i do !!! MDNI 19+ 3.7K WC

satoru adjusted his glasses nervously as he and geto approached the sprawling mansion, music and laughter spilling out into the warm night air. “i don’t know about this, man,” he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “parties aren’t really my scene.”

geto rolled his eyes. “come on, live a little! when was the last time you got out and socialized? besides, you-know-who will be here . .” he elbowed gojo with a knowing grin.

gojo flushed, ducking his head. “like [★] would even look twice at me. she’s so far out of my league it’s not even funny.”

“well yeah, not with that attitude!” geto chided. “you’re a catch, gojo. smart, funny, stupid handsome. any girl would be lucky to have you. just talk to her, be your charming self. what’s the worst that could happen?”

“she could laugh in my face?” gojo suggested glumly. “or have her quarterback boyfriend beat me up?”

geto sighed in exasperation, slinging an arm around his best friend's shoulders. “you’ll never know if you don’t try. [★] is single and i’ve seen her checking you out in class when she thinks no one’s looking. trust me, you’ve got a shot. don’t waste it being a pussy.”

gojo took a fortifying breath as they crossed the threshold into the packed house. “okay. i’ll talk to her. but if i crash and burn, you owe me a whole tub of ice cream and a weekend of binge gaming, no complaints.”

“deal,” geto agreed easily, scanning the crowd. “now let’s get you a drink and go find your dream girl.”

and within only an hour and several red solo cups later, gojo could be found sandwiched between two jocks on a couch, only half-listening to their drunken debate about the upcoming game. his eyes kept flicking to where you held court across the room, radiant in a barely-there crop top and mini-skirt as you laughed with your girls. you were a vision, beautiful hair and glowing skin and dangly earrings catching the light. ethereal, untouchable.

what would a goddess like you possibly want with a loser like him?

and as if on cue, your gaze met his and your glossy lips curved in a small secret smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. his breathing hitched and he looked away quickly, face heating. okay, maybe geto had a point about you noticing him . . .

“who wants to play seven minutes in heaven?” your bubbly friend tiffany trilled over the music, brandishing an empty vodka bottle. “let’s make things interesting!”

wolf-whistles and drunken cheers met her suggestion as people began arranging themselves in a loose circle. gojo watched you toss your hair over your shoulder as you joined, a strange fluttering in his stomach. he jumped when geto clapped him on the shoulder.

“dude, this is perfect!” geto crowed. “the ideal low-pressure way to get some one-on-one time with [★]. let's get you in that circle.” he started pulling a sputtering gojo up off the couch.

“wha-geto, no way!” gojo protested, but it was too late. geto had already shoved him into the circle, right across from you. you quirked an eyebrow at him and his stomach somersaulted. was that a pleased gleam in your eyes?

the bottle made a few uneventful rounds - geto got seven giggly minutes with the head of the drama club, a blushing band student got dragged off by her fellow tuba player, and then . . tiffany passed the bottle to you with a significant look. gojo’s heart started smacking against his chest as you placed it in the center and gave it a deft spin, slender wrist twisting gracefully.

he watched with bated breath as the bottle rotated, transfixed. it seemed to spin for an eternity before finally slowing . . and stopping. neck pointed directly at gojo. blood roared in his ears as hoots and hollers erupted around the circle. you were looking right at him, a small smile playing about your glossy lips. “guess s’ jus’ you n’ me, cutie,” you said with a wink, getting elegantly to your feet.

in a daze, gojo stumbled upright, barely registering the good-natured ribbing and back slaps from the other players. you held out a hand to him and he took it automatically, skin tingling where it met yours. your fingers laced intimately through his as you tugged him away from the group . . . and toward the stairs?

“um, [★]?” gojo asked, voice cracking humiliatingly. “isn’t the closet that way?”

you threw a smile over your shoulder and his knees nearly buckled. “i got a better spot in mind. somethin’ more . . private.”

by the time his sluggish brain processed the implications of that, you were leading him into a bedroom. your bedroom, if the riot of pink and stuffed animals everywhere was any indication. you flicked on a lamp, bathing the space in soft flattering light.

gojo stood awkwardly by the door, heart doing double-time as he drank in the adorable organized chaos. various raye, boygenius, and sanrio posters on the walls, rainbow lego sets on the shelves. it was delightfully telling and somewhat . . surprising, so at odds with your smokeshow attitude and queen bee reputation. he was utterly charmed.

“sorry about the mess,” you said, sounding uncharacteristically shy as you perched on the edge of the lacy bedspread. “i know it’s a lot.”

“no, i love it!” gojo blurted, then winced. real smooth. “i mean, it’s really cute. suits you.”

“yeah?” you asked, sounding pleased. you patted the space beside you in clear invitation. “i don’t bite . . unless i’m asked nicely. c’mon, come sit with me, gojo.”

on slightly unsteady legs, he crossed the plush rug to sink down next to you, hyperaware of the warmth of your bare thigh against his denim-clad one. “so, um, i don’t really know how this is supposed to go,” he admitted, rubbing his neck. “i’m not exactly a seven minutes in heaven expert.”

“well, we’ve got some time to figure it out together,” you said, angling your body toward his. “maybe we could start with just talking? get to know each other a little?”

so that’s what you did. you started off with the typical small talk - classes, hobbies, favorite bands. but the conversation quickly deepened and expanded. you found yourself opening up to him, confessing your secret dreams and fears, things you rarely shared with anyone. in turn, he revealed his geeky passions, his insecurities, his hopes for the future.

the more you learned about the sweet, clever, quietly funny boy beneath the nerdy exterior, the more your heart softened and warmed. he was so genuine, so different from the jocks and rich boys you usually ran with. being with him felt comfortable, natural, intoxicating.

at some point, you’d shifted closer to him on the bed, your folded legs overlapping his, shoulders brushing. as you giggled your way through an anecdote, you rested a hand on his strong thigh without thinking. he tensed slightly and you felt a little thrill, a flicker of heat. you squeezed gently, fingertips pressing into firm muscle.

“m’ probably boring you,” you said with a wry smile, glancing at him through your lashes. “jus’ rambling on about myself. we could do something else, if you want. maybe, y’know, uphold the seven minutes tradition . .”

he inhaled sharply and you thrilled at the effect you were clearly having on him. “you mean . . you want to kiss me?”

“i mean, i definitely wouldn’t object,” you murmured coyly. “i like you a lot, satoru. in case it isn’t already obvious.”

his blue eyes darkened behind his glasses. “i really like you too, [★],” he said, voice low and rough. “an embarrassing amount.”

“yeah?” you breathed. “so are you going to kiss me, or . . do i have to beg?”

his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “well, um. i-i’ve never really done anything like that before,” he admitted with an awkward chuckle. “i don’t even know how i’ve gotten this far.”

“that’s okay,” you assured him, placing a hand on his knee and feeling him tense slightly under your touch. “we can take it slow, figure it out together. m’ not exactly an expert either.”

he nodded, looking relieved and grateful for your understanding. emboldened, you leaned in, giving him time to pull away. spoiler alert, he didn’t. his eyes just fluttered closed as you brushed your lips softly over his. they were warm and smooth, molding sweetly to your own. after a moment of stillness, he started to move his mouth tentatively against yours.

you let him set the pace, parting your lips in silent invitation. his tongue shyly traced the seam of your mouth and you opened for him on a sigh. he licked inside carefully, exploring you with gentle curiosity that made warmth bloom through your veins. you stroked your tongue along his, encouraging, and felt him shudder against you.

slowly, you sank back into your mountain of pillows, pulling him down with you. he settled over you carefully, a pleasant weight, strong and solid in all the right places. your fingers tangled in his dark hair as the kisses deepened, wetter, hotter. his own hands skimmed down your sides to settle on your hips, squeezing gently as he rocked subtly against you.

when you finally broke apart, you were both flushed and breathing unsteadily. “is this okay?” you checked, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “we can stop anytime if you’re uncomfortable.”

he shook his head immediately, eyes dark and intense behind his slightly fogged glasses. “no, i don’t wanna’ stop. i want you so bad, [★]. i’m just nervous i’ll do something wrong.”

your heart melted. “you won’t, satoru,” you promised. “we’ll go slow, i’ll show you. s’ all a process, ‘kay? jus’ do what feels good.”

he nodded, some of the tension easing from his frame. you pulled him back down for another kiss, lush and lingering. as your mouths moved together, you fumbled for the hem of his shirt, rucking it up his back. he broke away just long enough for you to pull it over his head and toss it aside before his lips found yours again.

your hands roamed his bared torso greedily, marveling at the lean muscle, the heat of his skin. gojo might look like a lanky nerd at first glance, but his body told a completely different story. you wanted to map every ridge and plane with your hands and mouth, discover all the secret places that would make him shake and gasp and moan. he shivered as your fingers skimmed over his ribs, his stomach, thumbs just brushing his nipples.

he made a hungry sound into your mouth when you lingered there, circling the tender buds questioningly. taking the hint, you tweaked them gently, rolling the sensitive flesh between your fingers. he jolted against you as if electrified, a moan vibrating in his chest.

“y’like that,” you guessed, doing it again and feeling his hips stutter forward helplessly into the cradle of your thighs.

“y-yeah,” he breathed, sounding almost surprised himself. “it feels really good.”

spurred on by his responsiveness, you devoted yourself to taking him apart, finding all the places that made him twitch and pant and whimper so sweetly. you kissed across his collarbones, scraped your teeth over his pulse point, soothed the sting with your tongue. you felt dizzy with him, drunk on the salt of his skin, his scent of clean and arousal, the incoherent sounds he made under your touch.

before long he was squirming restlessly against you, hard and insistent against your hip. “please,” he mumbled into your hair. “i need . .”

“what do you need?” you coaxed, nipping at his jaw. “tell me.”

he shuddered, hands flexing on your hips as he ground subtly against you. “i need — fuck, i need to touch you. need you to touch me. god, [★], i don’t know, i just . . please?”

“shhh, don’t stress, honey,” you soothed even as heat surged through you at his breathless plea. “let me take care of you.”

hooking a leg around his waist, you flipped your positions in one smooth motion, straddling his hips. he gazed up at you with something like awe, eyes wide and dark, lips kiss-swollen. your heart tripped over itself at the picture he made, wrecked and wanting in your rumpled sheets. quickly, before you could lose your nerve, you stripped off your own top and unhooked your bra, baring yourself to his heated stare. his hands came up immediately to cup your breasts, palming the soft weight greedily before catching your nipples between his fingers.

“aah!” you gasped, arching into the touch as sparks shot down your spine to throb between your legs. your hips rolled down against his, your clothed sexes grinding together deliciously. “y-yes, gojo, jus’ like that!”

emboldened by your encouragement, he explored your body just as thoroughly as you had his, broad hands and curious fingers finding all your most sensitive places. you were panting and mewling by the time he reached the button of your skirt with a questioning glance.

“please,” you whimpered, lifting your hips to help him shimmy the fabric down your legs. your panties quickly followed, leaving you bare to his burning gaze. and slowly, almost reverently, he reached out to touch — he couldn’t help it, fingertips skimming up your inner thighs. you shivered and parted them further in silent invitation. his eyes locked on yours as he carefully traced your slick folds, circling your aching entrance before moving up to swirl over your clit.

“show me how you like it?” he rasped, voice low and rough with arousal.

biting back a whimper, you covered his hand with your own, directing his movements. “like this,” you instructed breathlessly, guiding his fingers in tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “a little firmer, mmm . .”

he followed your lead perfectly, rubbing and stroking until your thighs were quaking and you were moaning brokenly. it felt good, so good, but you needed more. “inside,” you pleaded when coherent thought became difficult. “gojo, please, put one inside . .” he swore under his breath at your words but quickly obeyed, carefully sinking one long finger into your fluttering heat. you cried out sharply at the intimate penetration, hips canting down to take him deeper. he watched your face avidly as he started to pump in and out, curling and twisting gently as he went.

“m-more,” you gasped, head thrown back as he found a particularly sensitive spot. “another, toru, i can take it.”

he groaned like he was the one being pleasured as he pushed a second finger in alongside the first, stretching you so exquisitely. he scissored gently, working you open, before crooking them just right to rub firmly against your g-spot.

you collapsed forward onto his chest with a fractured moan, fingers scrabbling at his heaving shoulders as he massaged that magic button with devastating accuracy. you knew you could easily come just like this, spitted on his clever fingers, but it wasn't what you wanted. not for your first time together.

“gojo,” you panted, catching his wrist to still his movements. “i wan’ you inside . .”

his eyes widened with understanding and he swallowed audibly. “a-are you sure?” he asked hoarsely even as his hips twitched up against yours eagerly.

“i’ve never been more sure of anything,” you said fiercely, holding his gaze so he could read the sincerity there. “i wan’ you, all of you. please.”

he nodded jerkily. “i want you too,” he said, voice low and intent. "so much, you have no idea.”

then he was kissing you again, hot and urgent, his tongue delving deep as large hands palmed your ass, rocking you against his straining erection. you moaned into his mouth, already imagining how he would feel inside you, stretching and filling you so perfectly.

together, you managed to wrestle him out of his jeans and underwear, your focus narrowing to the breathtaking sight of him laid bare beneath you. all long limbs and lean muscle, skin flushed with arousal, cock thick and hard against his taut stomach. he was beautiful, exquisite, unreal.

“let me . . .” you murmured almost to yourself as you shifted down his body, wanting to taste, to tease. but he caught your shoulders, stopping you.

“next time,” he said with a slightly shy smile at odds with the high color in his cheeks, the stark arousal in his gaze. “i don’t think i’d last right now and i really, really want to be inside you when i cum. if-if that’s okay.”

oh, that was more than okay. it was basically the hottest thing you'd ever heard. “definitely okay,”you confirmed a little breathlessly, reaching for the condom you’d stashed optimistically in your nightstand.

with trembling hands, you opened the packet and rolled the latex down his rigid length. he twitched in your grip when you gave him a few strokes, thumb swirling through the bead of moisture at his tip. “fuck,” he choked out, head tipping back. “you gotta stop or i'll . .”

“i know, baby. i know,” you soothed, moving to straddle his hips once more. your eyes locked as you notched him at your entrance, his hands coming up to grip your hips almost hard enough to bruise. “ready?” at his jerky nod, you sank down slowly, taking him inch by careful inch. he stretched you exquisitely, walls fluttering to accommodate his girth. when your hips met his, you were both panting, pulses racing, skin flushed with pleasure-pain.

“god,” he choked out after a long moment, sounding absolutely wrecked. “you feel incredible. so fucking tight.”

you clenched around him experimentally, walls hugging him ever so sweetly, and he bucked up into you with a low groan. “gojo,” you gasped, nails digging into his chest. “you’re so deep, so big . .”

“am i hurting you?” he asked, brow creased with concern even as he visibly struggled to keep still.

“n-no,” you assured him. “no s’ perfect, you feel fucking perfect. jus’ . . go slow. lemme’ adjust.”

he did, rocking into you with shallow little thrusts that gradually deepened as you relaxed around him. soon you were moving together, finding a rhythm, the drag of him in and out sparking pleasure along every nerve ending. you leaned down to kiss him messily, all tongue and panted breaths as your hips rolled and ground in tandem.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted between kisses, hands roaming restlessly over your back, your breasts, your ass. “wanted you. still can’t believe this is real.”

“s’ real,” you promised breathlessly, rising and falling faster on his cock as the tension coiled tighter in your core. “i’m real and i’m yours, gojo, all yours . .”

he made a rough sound, fingers digging into your hips as he started thrusting up harder, hitting that perfect spot inside you on every stroke. “mine,” he agreed, voice gravelly and low, sending shivers down your spine. “my [★], fuck, you’re absolutely perfect . .”

you could only moan in response, lost to the sensation of him moving inside you, hitting you so deep, stoking the fire in your belly to an inferno. your thighs burned, sweat blooming on your skin as you chased your peak, so close, almost . .

gojo was close too, you could tell by the telltale twitch and throb of him inside you, his thrusts going erratic. “m’ gonna’ cum,” he warned hoarsely, fingers scrabbling at your hips. “m’ gonna’ cum, m’ gonna’ cum . . i-i can’t h-hold —”

“yes - yes, yes, yes,” you gasped, grinding down hard, fingers flying over your clit. “cum in me satoru, wanna feel you, baby . .”

his hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them apart before giving you two more sharp thrusts, leaving him cumming with a guttural moan of your name, pulsing hot inside you as you clenched and rippled around him. the feeling of him throbbing and spilling in you was enough to tip you over the edge, a cry tearing from your throat as you shattered around him, cumming so hard you saw white.

you collapsed onto his chest as aftershocks rolled through you, his hips still rocking shallowly into yours, drawing out your mutual pleasure. for a minute, you just panted together, sweat cooling on your skin, pulses calming. you felt him soften up and slip out of you and winced a little at the loss, a tender ache between your thighs. you’d have beard burn too, you just knew it. but it had been more than worth it.

satoru’s hands continued to stroke your back, your hair, as if he was reluctant to let go. you felt the same, luxuriating in his warmth, his scent, the sound of his heartbeat thumping steadily beneath your ear. you never wanted to move.

eventually though, he shifted beneath you and you lifted your head to find him gazing at you with soft, wondering eyes. “hey,” he said quietly, brushing your now-wild hair back from your face. “so, are we like, y’know . .”

“dating?” you finished, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. “yes, but only if you want that.”

his answering smile was like the sun coming out. “y-yeah, yeah. i want that. i’ve always wanted that.” he leaned up to kiss you slow and deep, tongue delving languorously into your mouth. “thank you. for showing me. for everything.”

“right back at you,” you murmured against his lips, heart so full it felt like it might burst. “m’ glad i got the chance.”

“me too.” he nuzzled his nose against yours sweetly. “so . . whaddo’ you wanna’ do now?”

you pulled back slightly to search his face, seeing both hope and trepidation there. “well, i was thinking . . maybe we could cuddle for a lil’ while longer. then, i dunno’, raid the flooded kitchen for snacks. come back up here n’ skip the party . . we could watch a movie? kinda jus’ . . see where it goes.”

relief and happiness shone from his eyes. “i’d really like that. a lot.”

“good.” you pecked his lips once more before settling back onto his chest, ear pressed over his heart. “s’ a date then.” you knew you’d have to leave this little bubble eventually, face the real world and whatever challenges it might bring. but right now, you didn’t care about any of that. right now, you had gojo, warm and solid beneath you, his fingers laced gently through your hair as exhaustion started to pull you under. you had this perfect moment, and the promise of more to come.

as you drifted off, lulled by his heartbeat and even breathing, a small smirk played about your lips.

damn, guess the rumors were true.

nerds really did just do it better.

★ SUGUGASM 2024 | please don’t copy, translate or share my work on other platforms without my consent.

[fourmoony]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

james potter x f!reader, modern college au, 1.3k

cw: smoking, past rejection, implied self-esteem issues

summary: reader isn't as subtle as she thinks about her crush on jamie

James is propped up against the hood of his car when you pull into the space next to his. He's talking to Sirius and Remus, who stand a few paces in front of James, both smoking a cigarette. Technically, they're not supposed to smoke on campus, but you doubt anyone would be stupid enough to mention that to Sirius Black and his infamously smart-mouthed boyfriend.

James turns his gaze to you as your engine cuts out, keys jangling in your hand and he lifts his hand in a wave. You wave back, half focussed on collecting the multitude of things on your passenger seat and stuffing them into your bag. The carrier bag in your footwell snags your attention, heart stammering a little with the reminder of what lies inside. It's cool. In your opinion, a very cool poster. One you know James has been looking for, for months. His favourite band.

But there's a voice in the back of your head, one born of being fourteen and asking a crush out, only to be told you'd gotten the wrong idea. A voice born of years of being lusted after, but not wanted. It's a voice that tells you James might assume you got this poster because you fancy him and find it weird.

And, sure. You might have went to the lengths of scrolling the internet for hours and paying extra for express shipping because you couldn't wait to see his smile when he unveiled it, to watch his eyes crinkle at the corners with excitement. There's something so overwhelmingly pretty and soft about James Potter. You've been living with that heavy admittance in your chest all semester and next week, your final term of sharing classes with James will end and you want him to remember you. You want to be able to say you tried.

But you don't want him to know all of that.

With a glance, you look back to James. He's waiting patiently for you, still talking to Sirius and Remus. The bag crinkles when you pick it up, the anxiety prickling over your skin like a heat rash. His friends offer you kind smiles when you exit the car, bag slung over your shoulder and the framed poster in hand. "Your engine doesn't sound great, love. You checked your oil recently?" Sirius asks, foregoing a proper greeting.

James laughs at the same time Remus rolls his eyes, akin to a love sick fool even when he's pretending not to be. "Ignore him," Remus drawls, flicking his cigarette to the ground, "He's decided he's going to be a mechanic."

In the year you've known Sirius Black, he's decided he's going to be an artist, then the lead singer of a band, then a lawyer, then a pilot, and now, he's going to be a mechanic. You hope, one day, that one might stick. Though, you've seen how much he loves his motorbike and would put money on the mechanic idea sticking around for a while longer than the time he wanted to buy a zoo.

"Oh, right. You can have a look if you like, but Jamie filled the oil last week." You tell Sirius, who scowls at his best friend.

James smiles kindly when you settle beside him against his car, leaning over to bump your shoulder with his bicep. His height difference is nothing, compared to Remus, but you still have to look up to meet his kind eyes. "Hi." He says.

"Hey."

Sirius scoffs, "Hi."

James pointedly ignores him, "What's in the bag?"

Your eyes nervously flick to Sirius and Remus, the former becoming incredibly interested in what's in the bag as well. Remus must sense your hesitation, because he grabs his boyfriend by the wrist and turns to walk away. "See you later, Prongs. Bye, love."

Sirius can be heard causing a scene even when Remus has dragged him half way across the student parking area. You smile after them fondly.

"You gonna make me guess?" James asks, pushing off of his car to stand and face you.

You have to crane your neck even worse to meet his eyes at this angle, but it's worth it. They're so light in the morning sun they look crystallised. He looks amused, lips twitching as he looks down at you. Heat prickles over your skin as he assesses you. "What's in the bag?"

You hand it to him, wordlessly, and nod for him to look inside. He pulls the frame, turning it until he can see the poster inside. His brows furrow, then lift, his lips parting in surprise. Genuine joy passes through his eyes and you wonder how someone can be so readable, so expressive. His beauty astounds you.

James looks at you, mouth opening and closing like he can't find the words.

"It's for you," You offer, rather dumbly, "Obviously."

James laughs a little breathless, the sound sending your heart slamming into your rib cage. "Where on earth?" He asks, bewildered.

"It's a secret. But I know how long you've wanted one, so I had it framed for safe keeping."

"Thank you," James slides the frame back into the bag, sets it to lean against the front of his car. "Seriously, thank you."

You shrug, hoping it's somewhat believable. "No big deal."

James rolls his eyes at your nonchalance. "Can I hug you? Is that too much? I feel like I should hug you."

You laugh, the feeling of anxiety lifting as James reaches forward to wrap his arms around you. He's warm and soft and smells like cologne and freshly washed clothes. His arms squeeze you tight, his nose buried in your hair where he's hunched over.

"Let me take you to dinner or something, as a thank you." James says as he pulls away, unlocking his car to place the frame safely in the passenger footwell.

"Really, James, you don't have to do that. It's just a poster." You wave him off, pushing off of the car and collecting your bag.

James follows as you walk, shoulder to bicep, skin brushing and your heart in your mouth from the contact alone. "I'm taking you to dinner. Not because I have to, but because I want to."

You find yourself fighting a smile, "Well if you want to." Your voice is teasing an it makes James smile.

"I do. It's a date." James tells you, like it's nothing.

You've halted in the doorway he's holding open for you, head tilting to look into his face. To be sure. To make sure he's not kidding, to make sure he doesn't mean a 'friend date'. He smiles, knowingly.

"You're not subtle, you know," He ushers you through the door, eager to make it to your class on time, "That poster is not easy to find, nor is it cheap."

"It's what friends do." You protest, cheeks warm and palms sweaty.

You brace for rejection, for a joke, for the 'I just don't see you that way'. But James rolls his eyes, reaching around you for the door to the classroom, "Friend's don't go on dates."

"We haven't been on a date." You laugh, incredulously, leading James to your usual seats.

It's a nice feeling, a warm feeling, to feel suddenly safe within your conversation. To feel the normal level of comfort you do with James, even when putting yourself out there. James frowns, "We've been on multiple dates. The library, the cafeteria, the coffee shop just off campus. We even went to that Ethics seminar that one time!"

It takes looking at him to realise he's kidding, the corners of his lips twitching up until he can't fight it anymore. It should be unsettling, for him to make a joke of it. But as he sits, his hand brushes over your shoulder, a gentle touch that sets your skin on fire. "I'm kidding, when I take you out for real, there'll be no confusion on whether or not it's a date."

His breath fans over your ear, warm and his voice thick and you think you might pass out, saved only by the entrance of your professor. James settles in, sends you a wink that has you more flustered than it should.

"Noted." You whisper, though you don't imagine James has heard you.

[munson-blurbs]

Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader)

♫ Summary: All of the distractions in the world couldn't keep you from worrying about the potential fallout from your web of untruths--until a bigger issue arose. (5.5k words)

♫ CW: slowburn, strangers-to-lovers, angst, anxiety, parental conflict, poverty, brief religious zealotry, insecurities, secret relationship, public displays of affection, sexual fantasies, idiots in love, eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI)

A/N: This chapter contains a scene I had imagined in my head and became the catalyst for this series--what would happen if Eddie encountered one of the NYC street preachers?

♫ Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

chapter thirteen: street smarts

You were supposed to be doing something. Checking the guest log, organizing the bills by due date, making a list of repairs that still needed to be made…something. Anything besides just standing behind the desk, watching Eddie’s biceps flex as he hauled the overfilled trash bag out to the Dumpster. 

At this point, it was all busy work. Taking out the garbage, changing light bulbs, dusting furniture…all scraps of chores to keep him here. The moment he felt like he was being pitied—or worse, like he was being a burden—he’d leave. His pride was too strong and too loud to allow him to stay if he wasn’t working, even if that work was as interesting as watching paint dry. 

That’s what it was. 

“I need you to spackle a hole in Room 9,” you told him as he walked back into the lobby. “The guy staying here last night punched the wall, and it looks like he won.”

Eddie grimaced, flexing his own hand like he could feel the man’s pain. “Jesus. Yeah, sure.” He slid a rubber band off of his wrist and tied back his hair. The sleeves of his t-shirt had been cut into a tank top, though you weren’t sure if he’d done it or the shirt had been designed that way. “Where do you keep the spackle?”

You jabbed your thumb towards the supply closet behind you. Eddie started in that direction, but made an abrupt turn towards you. His arms snaked around your waist, his lips easily finding the crook of your neck. 

Instinctively, your shoulder jerked upwards, protecting you from any further tickling, but Eddie only doubled down. His kisses became less of a whisper and more of a shout, each punctuated with a smacking mwah!

“Ed-die!” Your giggles broke his name into its syllables. “Quit it!”

He paused for a moment and pretended to consider your plea before continuing his barrage of kisses. “Hmm, don’t think I will.” His words were muffled, the vibrations sending tingles through your bloodstream. “What’re you doing after your shift?”

You scoffed. “Um, curling up under the covers and passing out?”

“What if…” He moved his lips to the back of your neck. “You curled up under my covers?”

The suggestion garnered a dual sensation of desire and dread. You wanted that more than anything: the intimacy of laying next to him, his body curled around yours, the rhythm of his breathing lulling you to sleep. The first night he was here, he wore only boxer briefs. If you slept beside him, would he wear more? Less? If he awoke with that natural, involuntary stiffness between his legs, would you feel it?

But then, despite everything within you leaning towards being with Eddie, reality set in. Your room was the closest to the lobby; how could you possibly skip over it without Dad noticing? Even if he didn’t notice, how could you sneak out of Eddie’s room without Mom seeing? Dad might be oblivious in the way that fathers so often are, but Mom was like a hawk. She could probably sense that you were considering disobeying her orders to keep away from Eddie.

“I’d have to sneak through your window. And then sneak back through my own window in the morning,” you mused. 

“Or,” Eddie countered, spinning you around so you were facing him, “you could tell your parents that you couldn’t resist the cute handyman’s charming advances.”

His brown eyes gleamed with mischief as his hands dipped lower, squeezing your ass through your jeans. It took all of your willpower not to change the sign to read “NO VACANCY”—despite your many empty rooms—and drag him into his bed by the worn collar of his t-shirt. 

“I will.” You wrinkled your nose. “Well, maybe not in those exact terms, but I will tell them we’re…y’know.”

Eddie took a small step back and crossed his arms. “We’re…what?” His tone was somewhere between perplexed and demanding, like he couldn’t believe you wouldn’t define the relationship while also hoping you would define it for him.

You had no idea what the answer was. ‘Friends’ was far too casual for two people who had been sucking face in the middle of Flushing Meadows Park just last week. ‘Dating’ seemed too formal for only having been on two dates, the first of which hadn’t even been officially stated as a date from the onset. ‘Fooling around in the laundry room every chance we get’ was more accurate, if not a little wordy.

“We’re getting to know each other. Intimately.” You added that last word in an attempt to show him just how much you cared about him. Whatever relationship limbo you two were in would only be temporary. 

“Hmm.” A smirk tugged at Eddie’s lips. “Just how intimately are we talking here?” He tucked his forefinger into your belt loop and pulled you towards him, so close that you could feel his belt buckle through your shirt. 

Glancing around to ensure no one was walking by, you pressed a small kiss to his lips. “I’m gonna tell them. I promise. Just give me a little time.”

Your heart ached when his shoulders slumped. You wanted to fix it all now, to face your anxiety head-on and tell your parents about Eddie. Tell them that you were together and that it could be something serious—without holding your breath for their approval. 

But then there was that knife twisting in your gut, the one that echoed the same statements time and time again: 

You’re a bad daughter You’re disappointing them You’re negating every sacrifice they’ve made

But now a new one joined them, just as unwelcome as the others:

You’re going to lose Eddie if you keep being a coward. 

Eddie held your gaze for another beat before he broke it. His head tilted to the side, a slight pout forming on his lips. “Well, if you promise…” In one swift motion, he swooped in and kissed your cheek. When he pulled back, you wrapped your arms around his lithe waist and drew him back in. “Is that a yes for sneaking through my window?”

You gave him a gentle, playful shove and rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the fluttering butterflies that came with the idea. “Go spackle the wall.”

“Yes, dear.” He started towards the supply closet once more, calling out over his shoulder, “what time are we leaving for that college thing tomorrow?”

Everything he said and everything he did encroached closer and closer into relationship territory. Going to Admitted Students’ Day with you was something a boyfriend would do. 

But he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend—not that it would make much of a difference. It wasn’t as though a label would suddenly afford you the freedom to show off your relationship. Besides your parents’ disapproval, that pesky news story about Death’s Echo’s new lead singer kept nagging at you. You technically had information about Eddie’s life that even he didn’t know, and you couldn’t figure out how to tell him. 

“Noon at the latest.” You tried swallowing the lump in your throat, but it stayed put, so you just spoke above it. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I know school isn’t really your thing, so…”

Eddie poked his head out from the closet. “Noon it is.” When he emerged, he held the small spackle bucket and a wide putty knife. “By the way, I won’t, like, break out into hives or burst into flames if I go to a school.”

“I know.” Your body relaxed as his humor snaked through the crevices of your anxiety. “And I really do want to tell them about everything. About us, about NYU. It’s just…”

Goddamn the mist clouding your eyes. It was shameful, really, the pity party you were throwing for yourself. But how could you approach your parents and say, “Hey, by the way, I’m dating our de facto handyman. But don’t worry about the relationship affecting the business, because we’ll have to close the motel once I start graduate school in two months anyway. Also, I’m studying social work, not hospitality. Surprise!”

“Hey.” Eddie’s voice was soft, his thumb swiping over tears that fell despite your efforts to hold them back. “Look, if you don’t want me to go, just tell me.”

You shook your head. “I want you to go.” To emphasize your point, you kissed his cheek. The beginnings of stubble tickled your lips. “We can make a day of it. Grab some lunch or something.”

Eddie didn’t look wholly convinced, but he managed a smile. “And then I get to show off how smart you are.”

There was no point in arguing that everyone at Admitted Students’ Day was just as smart as you, if not smarter. Instead, you watched as he padded towards room nine. 

What you wouldn’t give to cave to your desires and climb into his bed beside him. Whether you fell asleep immediately or spent the entire time with him firmly buried inside you was practically irrelevant. You were tempted to follow him right now and have sex with him in the vacant room.

But you didn’t want your first time together to be something you rushed through. Maybe it wouldn’t be the rose petals and naked guitar playing scenario that Ben and Nora had teasingly suggested, but you didn’t want to do it just to “get it over with.” 

So you stayed put, drumming your fingers against the desk’s wood paneling, trying to ignore the heat pooling between your thighs. Someday, you promised yourself, Eddie would be the one to quell that need.

You left your room at noon the next day, armed with a smile and an alibi. Your usual excuse of running errands wouldn’t explain why you were wearing a black button-down dress and your Mary Jane heels. 

The door to Eddie’s room creaked open as you passed by. Without wasting a moment, one tattooed arm darted through the gap and pulled you inside. 

“Eddie!” You hissed at him, bringing one hand to your chest as your heart rate soared. 

His lips were on yours before you could ask why he felt the urge to spike your already sky-high anxiety. Like a miracle elixir, the kiss blunted the day’s sharpness and turned your racing thoughts into drifting clouds. 

Your hands found his biceps, fully on display in the t-shirt that had been altered to be a makeshift tank top. The same one, you realized, he’d been wearing last night. The pads of your fingertips were met with resistance at the muscle that was even more defined than it had been a month ago. 

“Just needed to do that before we left.” His palms smoothed down the back of your dress, lingering for an extra moment on your ass. “Ready to go?”

“Y-Yeah,” you nodded. All of the air had been knocked from your lungs; from the scare or from the kiss, you were still unsure. 

Eddie’s fingers brushed yours as the two of you left his room in a silent plea to hold your hand. You wanted to accept the offer, to proudly display your affection for him. You wanted it more than anything, so much so that you almost let your guard down. Almost took his hand in yours and paraded out into the lobby without a care in the world, subtly announcing that you were his and he was yours.

Almost.

A pang of anger flashed in your chest; not at the situation, but at Eddie himself. He knew you hadn’t told your parents yet. He knew you would face some consequences for dating a motel guest and for sneaking around behind their backs, especially if you brazenly flaunted the relationship without any notice.

Eddie huffed at your rejection. “Oh, right.” Was that disappointment or frustration? Or some lethal combination of both?

Dad immediately noticed the departure from your typical attire when you walked past; he’d already finished skimming the newspaper when you walked in. “Where are you off to?” 

“Hanging out with Ben and Nora.” The lie rolled  off of your tongue, just as you’d practiced in the mirror this morning.

“Double date?” Dad’s question was rhetorical, of course–he certainly wasn’t expecting you to actually go on a date with Eddie–but your breath still caught in your throat.

A cough, hopeful not too conspicuous to draw attention, delayed your response. “Uh, no. Just, uh, friend stuff.” Friend stuff? Christ, were you incapable of lying without extensive rehearsal?

He nodded, not even flinching. Thank God he was at the desk and not Mom, who definitely would have interrogated the truth out of you by now. 

“Have fun, be safe, make sure to ask Ben how his parents are.”

You promised to do all three and dashed out the door before he had time to ask Eddie any questions. 

You reached for Eddie’s hand the moment you were out of sight, relishing in the safety of his calluses and strong grasp. 

“So, friend.” Despite his playful nature, hurt tinged Eddie’s tone. “You sure we’re in the clear? Maybe someone down the street will see us holding hands and report us to the authorities.”

His words formed a pit in your stomach, anchoring you to the sidewalk. “This isn’t just for me.” You face him and take his other hand, too, wrapping his arms around your waist. “If my parents want to, they can kick you out. I need to tell them in a way that keeps them from absolutely losing their minds.”

The lines at the corners of Eddie’s eyes softened. “I know,” he conceded, kissing the tip of your nose. “Was it like this with other guys you dated? Or is it just because I’m staying at the motel?”

Shame washed over you for the second time in as many minutes. “I’ve never actually told them about any guys I’ve dated,” you admitted. “I mean, I’ve been on dates and had some short-term…relationships, I guess you could call them. But nothing serious enough for me to tell my parents.”

Eddie let out an anxious breath before asking his next question. “What does that mean for us?”

There it was: us. One unit, something more substantial than being separate individuals who happened to share a space. 

“Eddie…I really like you.” The confession was a weight off of your chest; you felt your body fall closer to his. “And if they know about us and they don’t approve, they’ll make sure to keep us apart. At least now, we can sneak around without them being suspicious.”

He looked like he wanted to say something else; if not to protest, then to ask for further clarification. But he swallowed his words, opting instead to kiss you. 

His lips tasted like disappointment. You pretended not to notice.

The forty minute train ride to NYU eased some of the tension. With no seats available, Eddie kept one arm tight around your waist, the other hand wrapped around the overhead pole. His thumb caressed the small of your back, fingernail dragging over your cotton dress, as you leaned into him. 

The subway car was hot, but neither you nor Eddie were deterred in the slightest. Not even as that first bead of sweat crept down the back of your neck and dipped below your dress collar. 

If Eddie noticed the perspiration trickling down your spine, he didn’t comment on it. 

The tip of his nose tickled your temple as he loudly whispered, “I didn’t realize I was supposed to dress up for this.”

In addition to his tank top, Eddie wore black jeans ripped at both knees and his signature scuffed Reeboks. It was a stark contrast to your more professional attire—borrowed from Nora, of course—but you didn’t care. Couldn’t even bring yourself to care, not when…

“You look hot.” Your lips lingered on one exposed bicep, leaving a light lipstick print in their wake. “Ridiculously, unfairly hot.”

A bashful grin bloomed on his face. He stood up a bit taller, your compliment replenishing some of the confidence that had been lost. Eddie had certainly taken his share of ego bruising over the last few months: leaving Death’s Echo, the subsequent breakup with his girlfriend, sleeping in a struggling motel just to keep a roof over his head. And on top of it all, he was now with someone who refused to acknowledge the relationship in front of her own parents. 

That settled it. You were going to tell your parents tonight. No more hiding or sneaking around. If they lectured you on their disappointment, you’d take it. You just couldn’t fathom bringing more insecurity into Eddie’s life. He deserved more than that.

He deserves more than you, that irritating voice snarled. It curled itself around your ear like a wispy smoke trail from one of Eddie’s cigarettes, but did not dissipate as quickly. It lingered even as Eddie pulled you in closer to kiss you.

Your response was to slip your hand into his back pocket and curving it around his ass. Admittedly, there wasn’t much to grab onto, but it still woke up something slumbering within you. Something that had remained dormant since you’d gotten caught during the picnic last week. 

Longing stirred, carving out imagery of him atop you, your fingers grasping that sacred flesh without the burden of a denim barrier. You needed to know how he’d treat you in bed. Would he pounce like an animal capturing its elusive prey? Would he take his time and savor you like his last meal on Earth? Would he lovingly gaze into your eyes, or take you from behind to satisfy that primal need?

“What’s our stop again?” Eddie’s voice shook you from your lust-entrenched trance. 

“Oh, uh…” You fought to keep your train of thought on a more productive track. “West Fourth Street.”

He nodded and gripped the pole tighter as the car screeched to a halt. “Then this is us.”

Thank God he was paying attention. You were embarrassed at the mere notion of missing your stop because you were too lost in the idea of having sex with him. How would you even explain that to him?

“Nervous?” He asked as you exited the train car.

You shook your head. Surprisingly, you weren’t nervous about meeting other admitted students. They’d be a group of people just like you, reaching out a hand to help those in need. A group of people like you and Nora who shared a common goal of being positive forces in a world desperate for kindness.

The climb from the platform up to the street level brought with it a burst of fresh air—fresher than in the station, at least. You and Eddie made your way down Waverly Place, fingers loosely intertwined. He let you guide him, a half-step ahead, your knowledge of the city far exceeding his. 

You were only two blocks away from the school when you heard an obnoxious voice bleating through a megaphone. 

“Repent now or face damnation! You are all sinners who will burn in the fires of Hell for eternity!”

A middle-aged man wearing an off-center toupee stood in the middle of the sidewalk, shouting at passersby. 

“Revelations 21:8–But the cowardly, unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.”

You kept walking and ignored the man’s incessant preaching, expecting Eddie to do the same. 

That, you supposed, was naive on your part. 

Before you could stop him, Eddie let go of your hand and whirled towards the offender. His forefingers pointed upwards in mock devil horns, and the noise that came out of his mouth resembled something from The Exorcist. 

The preacher nearly keeled over at the sight of Eddie’s satanic display, sending you into a fit of cackling laughter. 

“Eddie!” You managed to hiss through your giggling. “Let’s go!”

Eddie took your hand once more and let you whisk him away from the dumbfounded man, the megaphone now hanging limply at his side. There was no doubt he would once again be spewing vitriol soon enough, but witnessing his temporary stunned silence was delicious. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” 

He shrugged. “I told you—I single handedly caused Hawkins’ own Satanic Panic. It’s not my first rodeo with these fire-and-brimstone assholes.”

“C’mon.” You tugged him along, shaking your head. “Let’s get out of here before he sics his disciples on us.”

Admitted Students’ Day at NYU’s Silver School of Social Work wasn’t fancy; just some hors d'oeuvres spread out on a white tablecloth to give an air of elegance. Really, it was nothing more than a few fruit and vegetable platters, finger sandwiches, and some pigs in a blanket. You helped yourself to some strawberries and a cucumber sandwich, watching as Eddie piled the crescent-wrapped mini hot dogs onto a paper plate and topped them with a hearty spoonful of spicy mustard.

A chipper young woman wearing an NYU t-shirt welcomed you and Eddie, ushering you both towards a pile of stick-on name tags and permanent markers. You scrawled your name in blue ink and Eddie did the same, though he added “just here for the food” in smaller letters below his name. 

“Okay, everyone!” The woman took to the microphone at the front of the small conference room. “Welcome to Admitted Students’ Day! My name is Ashley, and I’m a recent alumna of our wonderful MSW program.” She beamed and paused for the smattering of applause. 

Ashley brushed a brunette curl from her eyes and continued. “We’ll get started in just a moment, but until then, please mingle and get to know one another.”

When you looked over at Eddie again, he was dabbing at his shirt with a paper napkin. “Dropped some mustard,” he mumbled. Sure enough, a dollop of yellow stained the black cotton fabric. “Guess we’ll need to make another trip to the laundry room tomorrow.” 

You swatted at him, though you couldn’t deny having the same thought. “You also have some right here,” you lied, poking at his cheek. “Here, I’ll get it.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to the spot you had just touched. His skin warmed beneath your lips, and it took all of your restraint not to kiss him again.

A second woman sporting a name tag made her way over to you, accompanied by a man dutifully trailing behind her.

“Hi!” The woman chirped, flashing a smile far more genuine than Ashley’s. “I’m Alexis, and this is my boyfriend, Peter.” She gestured to the man. “It’s nice to see another couple here.”

A couple. You and Eddie were a couple, recognized as such by other people in a relationship.

Peter pointed to the message on Eddie’s name tag. “I see you’re also here for moral support,” he said with a grin. “The things we do for them, huh?”

“Please.” Alexis rolled her eyes, though a playful smile suggested she wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. “I went with you to your boring grad school orientation last week.”

You perked up, latching onto the information so you wouldn’t perseverate on the notion of couplehood. “What are you studying?”

“Mechanical engineering,” Alexis answered for him. “He’s brilliant, but just listening to the course descriptions had me falling asleep.” She turned her attention to Eddie. “What do you study?”

The telltale hue of embarrassment bloomed on Eddie’s cheeks. “Oh, I, um…I didn’t. I mean, I went to high school–finished high school–but I didn’t do the whole college…thing.” 

“He’s a musician,” you offered, if only to quiet his stammering voice. “A really talented one, too. He plays guitar and he sings.” You took his hand in yours in silent reassurance.

To her credit, Alexis didn’t let on that she’d picked up on his nervousness. She just smiled and asked him about the type of music he plays, swiftly shifting the conversation back on track.

The small talk continued for a few more minutes. You’d learned that Alexis and Peter had met in college; they’d both gone to Columbia, which was where Peter would be continuing his graduate studies. Alexis wanted a change of scenery and chose NYU, though Peter mentioned she’d also been accepted to their alma mater.

She went to an Ivy League university? The notion soured in your stomach. It was unrealistic to think that Alexis would be the only member of your cohort to hold a degree from an esteemed school; how would you be able to keep up with them? There was no way your meager city college education could even compare.

Mercifully, Ashley took to the microphone once again, this time with a gray-haired woman by her side, to begin the informational portion of the event. You and Eddie sat side-by-side, and you scooched closer when his arm instinctively draped over the back of your folding chair. The ease was a privilege; you could rest your head on his shoulder without being on alert. There was no threat of being caught, no guilt from sneaking around. The two of you were just another couple sitting in a sea of strangers. The idea was so enticing that you had to force yourself to focus on the course offerings and expected responsibilities. 

You definitely wouldn’t be able to keep up with your peers if you couldn’t even pay attention during orientation.

Two hours passed before Eddie’s stomach audibly growled; apparently, consuming his weight in miniature hot dogs was not enough to satisfy his appetite. You were starting to get hungry, too, and you’d spent the last thirty minutes saving off your hunger pangs.

“Wanna grab something to eat?” You whispered.

He nodded emphatically. “You’d think that one of these snobby rich-people schools would splurge for more food,” he said, thankfully under his breath. If someone had overheard…

Not to mention you’d be attending that ‘snobby rich-people school,’ and you were neither rich nor snobby. At least, you hoped you weren’t snobby. But did Eddie see you that way? Did he think you were keeping the relationship underwraps because of a deep-seated shame?

You bade your new friends goodbye, shot a shy smile at the professors who had spoken during the information session, and did your best to make an inconspicuous exit. 

The nearest bodega was just down the block, its shelves stocked with soon-expiring candy and various snacks. Eddie perused the aisles and stared at his options. You were much faster in your decision-making, grabbing a Crunch bar and chowing down as soon as you paid the cashier.

With Eddie still glancing between a bag of barbecue potato chips and a stick of beef jerky, you plucked the latest copy of Star from the rotating magazine stand and leafed through it. There’s no earth-shattering news–stories published in the tabloids rarely are. The most exciting story was about the upcoming Spielberg flick, one where dinosaurs roam the Earth in some sort of prehistoric zoo. You can’t help but wonder if Eddie would take you to see the movie for your third date.

You were about to close the magazine and tell Eddie to hurry up–or just buy both, and you’d foot the bill–when the bolded words in the news briefs section caught your eye.

Caleb Dalton, the lead singer and guitarist of Death’s Echo, checked into rehab after various alcohol-fueled encounters with the law. The band’s management states that they “hope to proceed with the tour” next month, though there is no word about finding a replacement.

Your mouth went dry, and you started choking on the bite of milk chocolate that hadn’t yet melted onto your tongue. Eddie looked over at you, concern etched between his drawn brows at your sudden coughing outburst.

“Wrong pipe,” you managed, closing the magazine as nonchalantly as you could and placing it back on the rack. “You ready to go?”

“Yup.” Eddie fished a dollar bill from his pocket and placed it on the counter. He was already digging into the bag of chips, blissfully unaware of what you’d just read. 

How would he react if he knew? Would he find it amusing that his replacement had already screwed up the tour? Infuriating that he’d been replaced by someone so unprofessional? Would it haunt him or would he consider it to be normal tabloid fodder?

A gut instinct told you to break the news to him—not here, but somewhere private. Somewhere he could process it without causing a public scene. The only thing worse than him finding out is him knowing that you already knew and hadn’t told him. 

Tonight, during your shift. And you could follow it up by letting him know that you were ready to tell your parents the truth. Selfishly, you were glad to have some leverage on them: Eddie would already be upset by the band’s news, so they couldn’t add to that stress by kicking him out, right? 

If only you could tell them about him accompanying you today, just to prove how serious this new relationship truly was. 

One step at a time. 

You savored every moment spent together on the trip. The beginning of rush hour had the train too crowded to find a seat and to hold onto the pole, so Eddie held you by your waist to keep you steady. You felt his lips on the back of your neck every so often, his way of reminding you that he was there amidst the chaos. 

He trusted you, and he trusted you to trust him. 

It had come innately, the way you had divulged your secret to him. Yes, he had grabbed your book and questioned your alleged hospitality studies, but you could have shut him out. Put up a wall and told him to mind his business or hit the road. 

But you didn’t. And neither had he, choosing to divulge his saddest memories to you. Had given you a friendship and then something more. His presence was something you awaited at the start of every shift, the shared conversations now far more welcome than the quiet you once craved.

He always arrived at the desk by ten o’clock, sometimes getting there before you did. You’d find him making Mom laugh or listening to one of her many stories about the plethora of bizarre guests who stayed at the motel over the years. Mom liked him–you knew she did. All you needed to do was pivot her mindset in the right direction.

So tonight, when 10:25 rolled around and Eddie was nowhere to be found, your first instinct was to knock on his door and make sure he was all right. As soon as the thought popped into your head, you dismissed it as ridiculous. He was probably tired from schlepping through Manhattan and fell asleep. He’d probably planned to take a quick nap and promptly slept through his alarm, though you didn’t hear his clock radio bleating through the paper-thin walls.

Maybe this was a sign that you shouldn’t tell him about Death’s Echo and their troubled lead singer. You’d already kept quiet about the televised arrest that you watched at the bar; what was one more secret?

But that would sabotage your plan to pander to your parents with sympathy. You couldn’t exactly take the poor Eddie route without him knowing. Maybe you could–

Eddie’s door opened, yanking your attention from your running thoughts. Your heart beat double-time. This was it. You were going to tell him about Caleb Dalton’s rehab stint, tell him everything you knew.

But the voice you heard coming from his room wasn’t his. In fact, it wasn’t even a man’s.

“Promise me you’ll think about it?” A woman asked, a slight whine in her tone.

“Y-Yeah.” Though you couldn’t see him, you could tell from his hesitation that he wasn’t completely enthused about whatever he was supposed to be thinking about. “I promise.”

A soft mwah had you seeing red. It sounded like she’d only kissed his cheek, but maybe you were only fooling yourself. If she’d kissed his lips, those same lips that you’d been kissing earlier today…

“You’re the best, babe.” Jealousy raged in your core as she spoke, and you fought to keep it from exploding throughout your body. “We’ll get you out of this shithole in no time.” She punctuated her insult with a giggle. “Call me when you have your answer.”

“Mhm. Yeah.” And then his door closed.

Who was this woman? What was she doing here? Why didn’t Mom tell you that Eddie had brought someone to his room?

You got one answer once the mystery woman walked through the lobby, not even acknowledging your existence. She wasn’t wearing the heavy makeup that you’d seen in her photo, but there was no mistaking the owner of that blonde pixie cut, heart-shaped face, and piercing blue eyes.

They belonged to none other than Death Echo’s drummer.

Who also happened to be Eddie’s ex-girlfriend. 

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I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE DO SOMETHING WITH KAJI AND BITING

Content Warning: Mind the tags! MeanGirlReader x TiredOfYourShitRenKaji. Hate-fucking, toxic behavior, degradation, sex in a public place, but plot armor makes it ok, spitting and consumption of said spit, biting, cumming inside without consent. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.3K

Banner by me.

Fun Facts:

If you’re sexually aroused by biting, you have a fetish called Odaxelagnia.

You probably like being bitten because you’re into pain, you sadomasochist.

It has been reported that half of all people are aroused from biting, so congrats, you’re not alone!

Kaji finds you so obnoxiously annoying that his lips curl upward into a scowl. He hates the way your eyes sparkle when you look at him–that irritating, mischievous glint shining brightly in your eyes right as he passes into your field of vision. He hates how you push his buttons with smart-mouthed remarks–every word passing through your lips laced with venom. And he especially hates how you can’t tell that he’s so in love with you that if you decided never to speak to him again, he’d choose to drop off the face of the planet.

But you were so goddamn rude, so fuck ever telling you that.

“I dunno, man. Maybe she’s one of those girls who likes their men a lil mean. It honestly sounds like you two need to bang it out.” 

Kaji gave Hiragi a deadpan stare after approaching his mentor for much-needed sage advice. Hearing him suggest that you wanted to be dicked down felt so off-base to Kaji, which was disappointing since Hiragi was usually right about everything.

But there must be an exception to that rule because the thought of you wanting to fuck him was simply:

Ridiculous.

Absurd. 

Unless? 

No! 

There’s no way you were into him. No sane person would act like you do if they liked someone.

So when Kaji finds himself at a dive bar where an underground death metal band is playing their heaviest set, his stomach churns with annoyance—and something else he’d rather not say aloud—as he sees you walk to the bathroom.

And maybe he was feeling a little brave—or stupid—that night. Because he followed in hopes that you both could squash whatever beef you had concocted in your head, and maybe he’d consider asking your dumbass out.

But as you exited the bathroom and he saw that shit-eating grin on your pretty face as your eyes met, he became painfully aware that, no, he was the actual dumbass.

“Kaji? You stalking me or…? Oh, wait,” you look behind you at the door to the restroom. “I get it. You wanted to watch me pee. I heard you might be into something like that.”

In a matter of seconds, anger consumed him, coursing through his veins like wildfire; all the negative interactions you two had, the snide comments, the poking, prodding, culminating into a very volatile climax.

“What’s your problem with me?!” Kaji doesn’t mean to grab your wrist so hard that you wince in pain—but he does. And he doesn’t mean to practically growl at you, his prominent canines on display as his lips curl upward—but he does. And he doesn’t mean to smash his lips against yours when he catches your eyes staring at his mouth—but he does. 

As the crowd in the next room thrash about in the mosh pit, Kaji is pulling your skirt up and spreading your legs by slotting his own between your thighs.

He tears his lips away from yours, chest heaving, and blue eyes blackened with rage.  “This what you wanted? To be fucked in some dive bar in some dirty ass hallway?”

If he didn’t find you absolutely reprehensible, he wouldn’t feel any shame in admitting how beautiful you look in the dimly lit hallway, lips swollen from his heated kiss, mouth slightly open, and dressed exactly like the type of girl who could run away with his heart.

You don’t immediately answer him, but your body is shaking, and for a moment, he feels as though he might have made a mistake. He’s about to withdraw and offer his apologies until he hears you cackling.

“Kaji, you think I’m scared of you? I eat little boys like you for breakfast.” Your tone is condescending, and any remorse Kaji feels for you dissolves along with his patience.

“What are ya gonna do, Kaji? Fuck the attitude out of me?”

Before he can talk himself out of it, he’s gripping your cheeks between his fingers. You try to gather enough strength to shake your head out of his grasp, but his fingers only dig in more, earning a hiss from you. And as you look at him, lips puckered in a delicious pout, Kaji accumulates as much saliva into his mouth as he can, and with two fingers prying your jaw open, he spits into your mouth. Globules of his spit land on your lips and tongue, sitting thickly and tasting like vodka.

And despite the hold he has on you, your eyes roll back as your clit seizes uncontrollably and your cunt drools.

He removes his hand from your face, repositioning it near your head against the wall so that he’s leaning into your orbit. 

“Swallow it.”

And he’s not fucking asking.

You make a show of swallowing his spit, gulping loudly as it slides down your throat, and then showing him your tongue.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, and you don’t even know how to ask for it.”

“I know how to ask, Ren.” Your hand snakes down to the bulge in his pants, and to his absolute horror, a moan bubbles out of his throat at your touch–it feels hot with want, and his brain is telling him that danger is imminent, but he can’t help but lean into the palm of your hand.

“So then ask. Nicely.”

You lick your lips, eyes hungry, and cunt the wettest it's ever been.

“Fuck me, Ren. Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He unzips his pants, the sound making your heart palpitate wildly against your ribcage. As you reach down and pull your panties down your legs, you extend them to Kaji on the tip of your finger.

He sneers but takes the garment, placing it in his back pocket for future use.

You yelp as he picks you up, pushing your back against the wall as he lowers you on his cock. And there’s nothing gentle with the way he treats you. Not allowing your pussy to even adjust to his girthy cock as it rams into your tight, weeping hole.

He’s ramming into you, drumming thuds and sloppy, wet sounds echoing in the empty hallway, with only the sound of the concert drowning out the sounds of your grunts and whimpers.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of him beating up your cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!”

“S-shut the fuck up and stop acting like you weren’t begging for this.”

Your eyes blow out as he sinks his canines into your neck, and despite the searing pain, you clench around him, your cum already coating his dick.

Kaji laughs against your neck. "You wanted to be treated like a hole? All you had to do was ask.”

He’s smashing his lips on yours again, but this time, you lead the kiss, gliding your tongue into his mouth. Your tongue dances over one of his canines, careful at first out of caution but then with reckless abandon as the sharp points of them embolden you, and Kaji groans at your forwardness.

It’s not long before Kaji can feel his balls clenching, his cum loaded in the chamber and ready to fire into you. And if this were any other situation, he’d pull out, choosing to cum somewhere far more convenient, but the idea of filling you up after all the shit you’ve given him and making you march back into the crowd without panties, and semen dripping down your leg makes him groan in your mouth and release hot, thick streams into your pussy.

Your body recoils at the feeling of his seed pouring into you, his cock throbbing as the ropes become smaller spurts until finally subsiding.

You slide down the wall as Kaji pulls away from you and pushes himself back into his jeans. He’s still scowling down at you. “Got that out of your system?”

You’re dazed, a little confused, and entirely giddy from the experience. “And if I say no?”

Kaji rolls his eyes, but he understands you now—he understands what you like and what you need, and he’s sure he can supply it to you moving forward.

[aubaee]

hidden love — s.jy

enhypen jake head cannon

warnings: college!au, age gap by two years with Jake, reader attends a different uni from him.

brother's best friend!Jake who first encountered you from a young age in middle school.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you haven't seen in a while ever since your older brother chose to attend a university with Jake three hours away from home.

brother's best friend!Jake greeted you with a bright smile, approaching you with a hug whilst messing up your hair.

"You're still the same height the last time I saw you," he playfully teases.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you have a small crush on since your first year of high school.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you have a bantering relationship with since you're both competitive.

"Nuh-uh, it's out of bounds!"

brother’s best friend!Jake who has a golden retriever vibe, in which you have a tendency to pat his head when he does something cute.

brother’s best friend!Jake who has a great sense of fashion taste, sometimes helping you pick out which clothes to buy when you ask.

brother's best friend!Jake who used to hang out at your house after school back then.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you have daily walks with Layla.

brother's best friend!Jake who’s love language is quality time.

“Want to build Lego’s with me downstairs?”

brother's best friend!Jake is great at playing sports such as soccer, baseball, badminton, and rugby.

"Let's take a break! I'm sweating too much, look-"

brother's best friend!Jake who is academically smart with honors.

brother's best friend!Jake who plays the violin for his school band.

brother's best friend!Jake who used to tutor you on your studies.

brother's best friend!Jake who easily gets scared from the loudest noise, especially when you drag him along to the horror night events, which he doesn’t really mind as long as he’s with you (in this case, he’s either hiding behind you or leaving you behind)

brother's best friend!Jake whom you tried to move on from your one-sided love by going on dates and hanging out more with friends.

brother's best friend!Jake whom you can't avoid at the house when he comes over during university breaks.

"Did I do something wrong?" He grasped onto your wrist, stopping you from your track, "You're acting different than usual."

brother's best friend!Jake who just realized he has feelings for you when he picked you up from your college dinner outing.

brother's best friend!Jake who looks out for you when you're attending parties with him and your brother.

brother’s best friend!Jake who wraps his arms around you from behind, glaring at the guy in front of you who’s been pestering you nonstop at the party.

“Who’s this, love? Is he bothering you?”

brother’s best friend!Jake who lends you his hoodies, loving the way you look in them, which are still in your closet. he'll switch out the hoodies once in a while so his cologne lingers a bit longer when you do wear them.

brother’s best friend!Jake who makes you blush by complimenting you every chance he gets.

"Your smile is so pretty."

"You look beautiful today."

brother’s best friend!Jake who you encountered at the movies with your close friends.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here. What movie did you watch?"

"Let me drive you back home."

"Do you want to eat dinner together?"

brother's best friend!Jake who secretly enjoys having you play with his long hair, of course he won't admit it.

brother's best friend!Jake who pouts when you don't focus your attention on him.

brother's best friend!Jake who loves cooking ramen for you when you come over to his house.

brother's best friend!Jake who becomes awkward seeing you cry, in which he tries to comfort you with hugs.

"I hate seeing you cry.."

"Let's go to that spot you've been wanting to go, my treat."

brother's best friend!Jake who charms you with his smile.

"I know I'm handsome but you might want to close your mouth before a fly goes in."

“I’m starting to think you have a crush on me.”

a/n: hii, i'm back with another short cannon~ as you can tell, this is inspired by the c-drama "hidden love". i totally recommend watching it! im in love with the trope. I hope you enjoyed reading this~ Jake really has that older brothers best friend vibe. do you also get that from him or is it just me? lol btw have you watched ENHYPENs performance at KCON LA '24?? im so happy they added paranormal and fatal trouble into the setlist. ENHA really is the main event there, it felt like their concert. im so glad they had fun performing.

ENGENES if you have the time, pls: -> VOTE for XO on ALLCHART app under 'PRE-VOTE' -> VOTE ENHYPEN on the UPICK app under 'KWDA Boy Group Popularity Award' -> STREAM XO on YT, Stationhead, or Spotify We need more man power in regards to streaming and voting so we can help our boys earn more awards. If you have any questions, just lmk and i'll try my best to guide you. ^^

☆ pls like & reblog ☆

[d1s1ntegrated]

can you do headcanons of shigaraki x reader who is goth with a strong, intelligent personality?

also, what do you think his type is? for some reason i feel like he’s more drawn into alternative ppl 🤭

shigaraki is a goth girl fanatic, i know this bc he is my husband and i am goth.

anyways!

shigaraki x alt!gf hcs! (some nsfw) ╭-°—✞—˚✧❨✧˚—✞—°-╮

shiggy most def loves anything alternative

i mean, he's chronically online, all certified gamer boys need their goth gf/bf/so

goth, emo, scene, metal, alt, etc

has a soft spot for specifically lip and brow piercings, but digs a good old fashioned nose ring or two

he listens to metalcore/numetal a lot

thigh/ass guy for sure, so thicc goths>>>>

was shocked when u of all people wanted him

literally his fantasies came true. he was so ecstatic

actually prefers smart people. he needs someone who understands him, but also can help him rationalize his thoughts

or calm him down when he's off a bean

he wont show that though, he's gotta be the best person in the room at all times

"you're stupid as fuck, stop talking" (drooling)

"shut the fuck up and just sit pretty for me" (cumming)

asks you for help in secret bc his ego is too big around everyone else

likes when you're outspoken and witty, enjoys the challenge honestly

"step on me" (joking. unless??)

loves to watch you do your makeup, especially eyeliner

"can you do that thing where like....? where it looks like it's running? and messy? i dont fucking care what it's called just do that"

"fine, i'll do it myself" (horny)

big t-shirt x little skirt or shorts >>>>> yeah he fucks w that

also really likes tights. he fantasizes ab ripping fishnets w his teeth

u let him do it once, ofc

likes geeking out ab metal/emo bands w u

he specifically rlly likes slipknot, bullet for my valentine, loathe, orgy, the used, soad, and falling in reverse (some of his music taste is lowk toxic but its okay cause hes hot)

"i made you a spotify playlist"

fucks like a GOD if you're in a skirt. like he just fucking folds and worships you

"no no keep it on"

he loves having scary dog privileges

"this is my girlfriend and she will eat you. fuck off"

loves tattoos. like LOVES. wants some of his own. (besides the shitty stick and pokes on his wrist from spinner)

he has piercings too: his nose, snakebites, gauges, nipples (dabi convinced him for that one, he doesn't hate it)

his fav movie is sleepy hollow

and edward scissorhands

he relates a lot to that movie actually ;-; cutie baby

╰-°—✞—˚✧❨✧˚—✞—°-╯

this was obv one of my fav ones to do, for no particular reason

thank u for the ask fellow goth babe <3 mwah

[luvlystarr]

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Prompt: Minho x Reader, he doesnt want you to be a Runner

Content: Fluff

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You and Minho never got along quite easily. Ever since you arrived at the Glade he paid little attention to you. You two always get into disagreements and arguments because of his sarcastic comments getting on your nerves all the time.

You tried your best to be polite knowing he is the Keeper of the Runners and that he’s the only way you could become a Runner. Yet no matter how much you prove your worth Minho always refuses you.

You’ve told him your reasons as to why you wanted to become one. All you wanted was to help everyone find a way out of this place in hopes to find a better life. But even after your heartfelt speech he replied with a harsh no.

So now you were stuck as a gardener, which wasn’t bad at all. Although it did get boring having to constantly dig up and plant things all the time.

The sun was glaring down at everybody outside, causing the air to be humid and warm. Luckily you were under a shelter, unbothered by the hot weather. Since there wasn’t much gardening to do left you decided to help Fry with cooking. You were chopping up some vegetables while he was stirring something in a pot. The two of you were cooking stew for everybody’s lunch.

You look outside to where the maze is, watching as Minho and Ben running back. You quickly look away before anybody catches you staring at Minho. But of course Fry noticed.

“(Y/N), stop staring or you’ll chop a finger off,” he teased.

You roll your eyes in response and continue the task at hand. Everyone in the Glade noticed your tough relationship with Minho, they would always tease you two about acting like an old married couple.

You didn’t want to admit it but you did look up to Minho. He was strong, smart and always looked after the other Gladers. You just couldn’t understand why he’s always so harsh to you.

You avert your thoughts back onto the chopping board in front of you and focus on cutting the vegetables properly. From a distance you could hear somebody’s footsteps approaching, you didn’t need to turn to see who it was.

“Hey, Minho,” Fry greeted him.

“Hey,” Minho huffed before pouring himself a cup of water.

His eyes landed on you, you could feel him staring intently. You felt pressured under his stare, distracting you from what you’re doing. It must’ve slipped your mind that you were literally holding a sharp object and it only occurred when you felt a sting on your finger.

You let out a hiss of pain as you immediately dropped the knife. A small but deep cut was on your finger with a small portion of blood seeping out.

Before Fry could ask if you’re okay Minho stepped in.

“(Y/N), you alright?” Minho asks while quickly rushing towards you.

You nodded your head but your face was grimacing at the sight. “Yeah..” You muttered.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to the Med-hut.” He gently laid a hand on your shoulder before leading you out of the kitchen.

“Minho, I can handle myself perfectly fine—“

“Just go with me,” he sighs.

“I’m pretty sure Fry has a band-aid.” You try your best to protest since you know Minho just came back from the maze and you didn’t want to burden him. But he kept moving you forward.

You look back to Fry with a look of help in your face. Instead you were greeted with him grinning at the two of you.

Not long after both you reach the Med-hut. Minho quickly asked for a band-aid from Jeff and began patching you up.

“I can do it myself,” you say while trying to push his hands away.

Minho’s grip stayed firm but still gentle around your wrist. It didn’t take long for him to finish.

Now you were getting mixed signals. At first, you were a hundred percent sure that Minho hated your guts, but now he’s here tenderly caressing your hand.

“Why are you acting like you care all of a sudden?” You blurted out without thinking.

Minho was taken aback by your words. “What are you talking about?”

You quickly turn your head the other way, hiding the way your face flushed from embarrassment.

“You always ignore me and argue with me. Just like when I asked to become a Runner. Why are you suddenly looking after me now?” You ask.

Minho sighed deeply, still keeping your wrist in his hand.

“You don’t understand,” he spoke under his breath.

“There’s a reason why I don’t want you to be a Runner,” he says with a stern expression.

You pry your hand away from Minho’s grip and glare back at him. “Is it because you think I’m not capable?” You spoke with bitterness in your voice.

Minho crossed his arms, avoiding your gaze. “No, I know you are.”

“Then why won’t you let me? You and the others need all the help you can get and you won’t even accept my help—”

“I refused because it was the only way to protect you.”

You stare at Minho, speechless and dumbfounded.

“What?”

He finally looks back at you. His eyes were filled with worry. A genuine look you’ve never seen on him before.

“It’s dangerous in the maze. What if you get chased by a Griever and get stung, huh?” His voice rose a little, leaving you stunned.

Minho quickly noticed how you reacted to his response. He took a moment to recollect his composure.

“If I lose you I won’t be able to forgive myself,” he spoke in a softer voice.

He slowly wraps his arms around your body. His strong arms held you close to his body as delicate as possible, almost like you were fragile.

“I really care for you, (Y/N), I really do,” he muttered. “I did what I know is right.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words. Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around him as well.

Although you still want to be a Runner, you understand Minho’s side of the argument.

“I understand now,” you replied.

The two of you bask in each other’s comforting presence. After a moment you could’ve sworn you felt Minho press his lips against your temple. His small gesture caused your heart to skip a beat.

As it turns out, there’s more to Minho than his harsh, sarcastic demeanour.

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[pandorxxx]

Sing for me

Lo’ak x Avatar fem reader (all characters are aged up)

Warnings: heavy smut, cursing, pinning, neck grabbing, praise kink, breading kink, daddy kink, p in v, slight oral, multiple orgasms, creampie.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

You and lo’ak were sitting in your room, listening to your playlist from back home. Unlike the other sully children, Lo’ak was very intrigued by earth music. He always wanted to know more about it. So every Friday night, he would come by and listen to some of your favorite playlists, until you two would fall asleep.

“Damn, what’s this song?” He asked, sprawled across your bed in a starfish position as the song beamed through the room.

“sky by playboy Carti.” You started, scrolling through your phone as you nodded your head to the beat. You glanced up, watching Lo’ak’s tail tap the plush bed in excitement.

“You must like this one.” You chuckled, placing your phone on the table, and sitting back in your desk chair.

“Hell yeah! Shit is niceeee!” He smiled, also nodding his head to the music. He glanced over to the led light remote.

“What color are we thinking, mama?” He asked taking the remote in his large hand, pointing it to the ceiling. “Uhhh, what about purple?” You asked, spinning your self around in the chair.

“You read my mind, baby.” He chuckled, changing the color to purple, before placing the remote to his side. He turned his head to you, taking in your gorgeous body under the dim lighting. He licked his lips, eyeing you up and down.

“Y/n…” he spoke lowly, grabbing your attention instantly. You locked eyes with him, knowing what that look meant. “Yessss?” You trailed, tilting your head with an all-knowing smile plastered across your face.

“why are you so far away? Comere.” He smiled, signaling you to come and take a seat on his lap. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone before walking over to him. You climbed over him slowly, before taking your place on his lap.

He watched your every move with lustful eyes, biting his lip once your pelvises met. “Hey mama…” he smiled, running his hands up and down your waist and back. “Hey, lo’ak.” You said sensually, running your dainty hands down his chest, all the way to his flexed abs. He trailed his hands all the way down to your phone that was sticking out of your loincloth band.

“What are you doing, skxawng!” You asked in an irritated tone. He snatched the phone, holding it all the way back so you wouldn’t be able to get it. You bent down, reaching as far as you could, but there was no use.

“Haha! Finally! You never let me see this damn thing!” He laughed, holding your hands down as he fiddled with the contraption. “I-I can’t believe that you tricked me, IDIOT!” You shouted, trying to pull your wrists out of his tight grasp.

“Leeetsss seee, what kind of songs do you have in here?” He asked sarcastically, scrolling through your playlists. He came across one in particular that made his eyes widen.

“Ohhh wow…who would’ve thought that YOU would have a…” he started, glancing at you briefly. You already knew what he was going to say, and you were mentally preparing for the embarrassment “Sex playlist?” He asked with a dark grin.

“Well, let’s see how sexy it really is, shall we?” He asked sarcastically, chuckling at your attempts to get out of his grasp.

“No lo’ak! Don’t, please!” You whined, shaking your head frantically. “Please what?” He asked, eyeing you up and down briefly before scrolling through the songs.

“You’re so fucking ANNOYING!” You shouted, still trying to get out of his tight grasp. “Ohhhhh what’s…feel it?” He asked with a grin, tilting his head as he awaited an answer.

“I-it’s a song, skxawng.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. He raised an eyebrow, before swiftly flipping you over, now in between your legs.

“You’re so fucking smart, aren’t you?” He said sarcastically, letting your hands go to grab your neck harshly, knocking the wind out of you.

“I know it’s a fucking song. What’s it about?” He growled, Pulling you up to his face by your neck. “What playlist did you find it in?” You challenged, tilting your head. He chuckled at your witty remark, pushing you back down by your neck.

“You’ve got about 5 seconds to tell me, or I’ll just listen for myself.” He laughed, holding the phone in your face to tease you.

“Something tells me you’re going to do it anyway. So play it.” You smirked up at him, essentially calling his bluff. No way he was going to actually play it. He smiled, nodding his head at you before pressing play on the screen. Your eyes widened when the opening music came on.

“You told me to play it, mama.” He glared down at you, tossing the phone to the side.

I’m I’m i’m… I’m gon’ make you feel it. (x2)

The opening lyrics rang through the dimly lit room, setting a different vibe. A darker vibe.

You were visibly embarrassed, trying your best to avoid eye contact with the Navi hovering over you. Seeing as you couldn’t get out of his harsh hold on your neck, you covered your face with your shaking hands.

I’m gon make you feel it (x3)

“Nah, don’t get shy on me now.” He licked his lips, gently removing your hands from your face.

“I thought this was what you wanted? You’ve got an entire playlist dedicated to it, no?” He asked, slowly running his hands down your stomach, hooking his hand behind the band of your loincloth. You breathing hitched, watching his hand intently.

Tell me why you wanna be bad? (Bad)

Tell me why you wanna be bad, babe? (Bad, babe)

Sweatin’ while you callin’ me daddy (daddy)

Givin you the best you’ve ever had, babe (had babe)

Make me feel like you ain’t never had it. (Had it)

“They’re just songs, lo’ak!” You shouted in an irritated tone. He chuckled, pulling you closer to him by your loincloth band, before untying it.

Stretching you out

like you are elastic.(elastic)

Turn around, Poke it out

so I can grab it (grab it)

“Yeah right, turn around.” He spat, twirling his finger to mimic his command. You rolled your eyes, turning around for him. You laid flat, knowing that it would make him angry.

“You know how I want it, stop playing around!” He growled, holding the back of your neck tightly. You hissed, lifting your hips to meet his throbbing cock, covered by his loincloth.

Flip that ass over

like we in gymnastics

(gymnastics).

You nasty (ahh)

“Mhmm, just like that mama.” He spoke lowly, slapping your ass gently before ripping his loincloth off. You felt his tip graze against your clit before meeting his stomach. He grabbed his cock, jerking it in the direction of your dripping core.

“You feel that?” He smirked, rubbing his tip in between your folds, slightly pushing it in and out of your entrance. You bit your lip, turning around to face him.

“Mhmm, give it to me! I hate when you tease!” You moaned, arching your back, pushing your core against his throbbing cock.

“Ha! You want me that bad huh?” He chuckled, plunging his cock into you at an agonizingly slow pace. He placed his fists on either side of your head, thrusting into you hard and deep. You held on to his wrists, using it as leverage to meet his thrusts halfway. All that could be heard was skin clapping, moans, and the song in the background.

“Daddyyyy!” You whined, feeling him smash your sweetspot with every firm thrust.

“What’s wrong, mama? Talk to me!” He groaned, bending down to leave a trail of kisses down your spine.

“Y-your soooo-“ you moaned, before being silenced by a hard thrust. You squealed in pleasure, throwing your face into the mattress beneath you.

Ah, ah, baby, tell me that

you want it deeper

I don’t ever wanna come out.

“I’m so what? So deep?” He asked in a low voice, rolling his hips into your swollen sweetspot. Your soft moans were caught in your throat, and all you could do was nod with muffled whimpers escaping your mouth.

“No, don’t hold it in mama. I wanna hear you sing for me!” He growled, speeding up the pace. He slowly bent down, still rutting into you like an animal. He licked your ear before nibbling on the lobe.

“What’s my name? Whose balls deep in this tight little pussy? Huh?” He moaned, pulling your head up from the mattress.

“You a-areee!” You whined, knowing that wouldn’t be enough for him. He shook his head, sitting up. He held you up by the folds of your arms, thrusting into you nice and slow.

“Why do you love pissing me off, mama? Don’t you know I’ll break your little ass in half?” He growled through gritted teeth, gripping your arms tighter as he hit your sensitive sweetspot with every thrust. Your legs started to grow weak, trembling underneath you.

Put you in a coma,

Yeah a sleeper.

I know that your body’s

Been in drowse (so, girl)…

“Ok ok ok! Please-“ you shouted, trying to keep yourself up, but the pleasure was consuming you, bringing you closer and closer to your breaking point.

“Tell me what I wanna hear first, and then I might let up!” He let out a dark chuckle, holding your dainty wrists in one of his large hands, using the other one to abuse the plush skin of your ass.

“Say my name! Now!” He growled, spanking your ass with every word he spewed. “LO’AK! ITS ALL YOURS BABY!” You screamed, followed by your sweet moans. It’s was music to his ears.

“Ohhh mama! You know I love it when you sing for me!” Lo’ak smiled, watching your ass smack against his pelvis with such force.

“Baaabyyy!” You whined as your body started to shake lightly, signaling that your orgasm was approaching.

“I know, I know. You gonna cum for me? Huh? Come on, mama! I know you want to.” He chuckled, angling his hips to jam straight into your overstimulated sweetspot.

I’m gon’ make you feel it

I’m gon’ make you feel it

“I know you feel me, right? You feel this huge cock sliding in and out of this pretty little pussy? fucking you just right?” He whispered into your ear. God, did he know how to get you to your breaking point. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, how to say it. Fuck he was just…perfect at making you feel good.

“Oh my God! Lo’ak I’m fucking cumming!” You cried, walls fluttering around his cock. He looked down, watching your cream coat his cock with every thrust.

“I know, mama! Let that shit out!” He grunted, thrusting into you slowly, letting you ride out your intense orgasm. He pulled out, bending down to French kiss your cunt, licking all the way up to your ass, planting a sloppy kiss on it.

“Do me a favor, baby?” He asked breathily. “y-yes daddy?” You asked out of breath, still trying to calm down from your orgasm. He hovered over your overstimulated body, bending down to your ear.

“Come ride this dick. I need you, mama.” He whispered, grabbing his cock with one hand, as the other one held him up. He slapped it on your ass repeatedly, groaning in your ear.

“I’m still hard for you. Help me, ok?” He whispered, kissing your cheek before rolling over to his back. You crawled on top of him lazily, using his chest to position yourself correctly. You slid down onto him slowly, moaning the whole way.

Tell me why you wanna be bad (bad)

Tell me why you wanna be bad babe (bad babe)

With the shots [pow, pow] you bust off like an uzi.

Think I’m gonna need another mag babe (mag babe)

Back that ass up on me like I’m juvie (juvie)

Bout nothing but action in this movie (movie)

He grabbed your wrists, keeping your hands flush to his chest. You stayed still, adjusting to his size in this position. He felt so much bigger, thicker. Filling you up just right, and fuck did it feel good.

“Come on mama, I got you. Just go slow.” He reassured you, pumping in and out of you gently.

You bit your lip nervously, slowly moving up and down on his cock as he held your hands in place. He bit his bottom lip in satisfaction, watching you speed up slightly when you were comfortable.

“Mmm give it to me, baby. Just like that!” He grunted, voice rippling from every harsh bounce to his lap.

“It’s goin’ down, turn around

Lemme feel yo booty.

I’m a private and your parts are my

Duty. Girl, give it to me…

“S-Sooo good, daddy!” You moaned, throwing your head back in bliss. You sped up the pace, bouncing on him harder than ever before. His tip hit your sweetspot everytime, opening up your flood gates. Juices flowing down the side of his hips with every bounce.

“Fuuuuckk girl! You’re so fucking wet. gonna make me cum. Is that what you want? Want me to paint your walls, huh?” He moaned, watching your face ball up in pleasure.

Ah, ah baby, you remind me

of my Jeep-er, the way your

bodies bouncing up and down.

Feels like a tsunami Or Katrina,

I swear I am deep enough to

drown Oh, girl…

“Yessss, please give it to me!” You whimpered, keeping your focus on the rhythm in which you bounced on his lap. He threw his head back, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure.

“Fuck *thrust* fuck *thrust* fuuuck *thrust*” he grunted, feeling his high approaching quickly. His cock twitched inside of you repeatedly, making you gasp loudly.

I’m gon’ make you feel it

I’m gon’ make you feel it

“Comere.” He commanded, placing his hand on the back of your neck to bring you down to his lips. Your lips crashed into his, moving in sync as the song rang through the room. He grabbed your hips as leverage to thrust up into you. You both moaned into the kiss, before you pulled away, placing your forehead on his as you stared deep into his lustful eyes.

“I-I’m gonna cum, daddy!” You whimpered, shaking your head from side to side from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Mhmm, keep looking at me like that. Wanna see you cum on this dick again.” He chuckled, staring into your exhausted eyes. He thrusted into you harder, deeper. Knocking the wind out of you with every stroke. You started to tremble on-top of him, whimpering and moaning as you met his thrusts half way.

“Cumming! cumming! cumming!” You chanted, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he watched you. Your walls trying so desperately to milk him for everything he has.

“Fuuuuck, mama!” He moaned, watching you rock back and forth on him to ride out your high. He was about to lose it, but he couldn’t yet. Not without seeing his favorite view.

“Baby, turn around. I wanna see this!” He bit his lip, gripping your ass hard. You smirked, lifting up to turn around on him. You held onto his knees, lowering yourself down onto his cock. You earned a guttural moan from him, as you squeezed his shaft the whole way down.

Till the end of time,

I fuck with you forever

Lil friend of mine.

Let’s bring this shit together

Make you feel it in yo belly.

You used his knees to bounce on him hard, and fast. He watched in awe, the way your ass met his lap with every bounce, it was amazing for him.

“Ohhh baby, don’t *thrust* fucking *thrust* stop!*thrust*” he grunted through gritted teeth, trying his best to hold on as long as possible. On the other hand, You were a mess; moaning and whimpering his name, working on your third orgasm of the night.

I can’t sing this shit

No better. Imma hit it

Like the pedal, won’t

You make it last forever.

He grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back as he used the strength of his legs to thrust up into you again. Although he tried, he couldn’t help the feeling of always wanting to be dominant. No matter how good you were making him feel, he always had to make you feel better.

Hit you from the back

I know that imma make

You feel it. (Damn right too)

“Mmm right there, right there!” You screamed, hanging your head low. He poked around inside you, trying to find that spot that makes you scream bloody murder every time.

“Where, mama? Right…” he started, sending you one hard thrust. “Here?” He growled. You screamed to the top of your lungs, convulsing in his arms as your juices flowed with every thrust after that one.

Hit you from the back

I know that imma make

You feel it.

“YES THATS IT! RIGHT THERE DADDY!” You screamed, grinding into him to ride out your third orgasm. He shifted both of your arms into one of his hands, using the free one to smack your ass again.

“So fucking wet, mama! You ready for me to breed you? Make you mine?” He asked, reaching his hand up your waist, all the way to the bottom of your top. He slid his hand in, fondling your breast, and rubbing light circles around your nipple.

“I w-want it ngh! Sooo bad!” You whined, scrunching your eyebrows together as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Shit, baaaabyyy!” He moaned. His legs started shaking underneath you, and before you knew it, you felt his warm seed shooting deep inside of you. You hummed in pleasure, rocking back and forth on him to work his seed deep inside of your womb.

I’m gon’ make you feel it.

I’m gon’ make you feel it.

Hit you from the back, I’m

gon’ make you feel it.

I know that I’m gon’

Make you feel it.

“Mhmm, you got any more songs I can fuck you to?” He chuckled, licking his lips. You lifted off of him, and he watched his cum drip out, running down his cock, all the way to his pelvis.

“Shit, we have to do this more often.” He spoke lowly, as you turned around on him, straddling his lap again. “I have a whole playlist dedicated to this, remember?” You replied innocently, lifting up to slide down onto him again. “We can do this all night, daddy.” He chuckled, eyeing you up and down.

He grabbed your neck, pulling you down to his face. He pecked your lips, reaching for your phone, placing it in your dainty hands before speaking:

“I guess it’s your turn then, isn’t it?”

Better than neteyam’s (idc idc idc) anyways, I haven’t written anything in a while lol, I’m sorry😭. I love y’all though, periodd!🫶🏽

Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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Keeping Up With The Camerons

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Keeping up with the Camerons

Episode 1 - Kildare Royalty

Episode transcript (/ means cut scene, bold italics means narrator, bold means host)

Word count: 8.5K

Shorter episodes Here - 3K Words

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Kooks. And Pogues. Two tribes. One island.

Or in this case..

The Camerons. Kildare. One family. The whole island.

I am your host Ryan Seacrest, and THIS is Keeping up with the Camerons!

/

The sun sat high in the clear sky, beaming over the island and its people, as the wind stay at a calming pace; peacefully pushing through each tree of the TannyHill Estate. The hot temperatures filling the air with a sticky dew as the land fell quiet in tranquility. The island keeping true to its nickname, ‘Paradise’.

/

“Let’s meet the family.”

A tight-faced man with a catchy smile speaks to the camera, his hand gesturing past the screen as his head bobs in the same direction. The camera follows his gaze round to the couch opposite.

Arranged on the cushions sits, Ward, Rose, Rafe, Sarah and Wheezie Cameron.

Ward sat by himself on a single seater beside the edge of the left hand side of the couch. His hair stuck tightly to the top of his head as he held himself with a humble appearance of a loose, white, half-unbuttoned shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of navy pants tightly fitted around his thighs, completed with an expensive silver-plated watch that sparkled with every movement he made.

Rose had herself next to Ward, on the couch, sitting lazily in the corner of a bundle of cushions by his hand, that rested against the arm of the seat, gently grazing her skin in a way to calm her irritated complexion. Her posture was well-presented, however her facial expressions were dismissive of the cameras infront of her. Clearly not impressed or too bothered by the experience to come. She had on: a floral pink shirt tucked into a pair of white jeans that sat above her ankles, a pair of flip-flops held loosely on her feet as her left leg crossed over the other. A glass of white wine gripped into her palm against her leg; presumably easing the moment.

Beside her sat her step-daughter, Wheezie. Her features showed quite the opposite feeling towards the situation. A big pure smile covered her rosy cheeks, her curls placed thoughtfully around her shoulders as her glasses lent gently against the button of her nose. On her figure, she wore a blue velvet dress that came down to her knees, neatly tucked under her legs as her hands rested against them. Her pale skin contrasted with the bands of colourful beads around her wrist which matched her sisters next to her.

Sarah had a similar look, wearing a white summer-dress that barely reached the peak of her thighs. Her sandy hair fell perfectly to shape her baby-like face; taken by an almost perplexed look as if only suddenly been informed of the situation and having to fake a smile to push through it. Her expression not being believable in the slightest, if so. Her legs, like her step-mothers, were crossed over one another in a lady-like fashion; showing off her respect for the attention being forced on her and her family even despite the lack of enthusiasm.

Lastly, on the furthest side, sat Rafe. His careless form thrown at the cushions, legs spread and arms splayed out against the back of the couch as if it were some informal gathering with his friends; The intentional grin spread across his face, however, speaks otherwise. The enjoyment of the cameras being very evident on his features made him almost seem more mature about the situation than the rest. His hair was pushed back over his head messily and his ocean blues were piercing in the sunlight that shone through the glass doors opposite. A tight pink polo sat around his toned figure, accompanying the khaki pants it was tucked into. A pair of sliders on his feet to contrast the supposed smart attire.

Another camera shot was added to face the host, his features held strongly to a welcoming smile. “Could you all introduce yourselves please? Starting over here!” He points his hand towards the edge of the couch.

Ward’s lips part as the corners lift to an even bigger smile, “Hello, I’m Ward Cameron!” He says holding a proud grin to the camera as he emphasises a wave, his watch shuffling down his arm slightly at the motion.

Ryan’s gaze follows along next, towards Rose. She lets out a heavy sigh as she sits up, her grip on the glass of wine tightening, “Hi, I’m Rose.” She speaks planely, no emotion to accompany her words, her effort to hide her annoyance becoming little to none. Her head quickly turns to Wheezie to push the attention off of herself.

The camera joins her focus. Wheezie lets out a quiet ‘oh’ when she realises she’s expected to speak. She raises her shoulders as her smile reappears, pushing her index finger to the bridge of her glasses to adjust them. “Immm.. Wheezie Cameron!” She stutters as her cheeks redden; the anxiety of the rooms eyes on her taking over, but managing a sweet smile to mask her nerves as she pats down her dress hem to keep her fingers occupied. Despite her excitement for the upcoming experience, her worries don’t ever seem to budge.

Sarah was already prepared, her position not changing from her first appearance. She nods to herself as a smile makes its way to her face, “Hey, I’m Sarah!” Her face not looking as believable as she thinks; Her body held in closed language, expressing her lack of excitement.

The camera holds for a minute, taking in Sarah’s expressions before Ryan prompts the cameraman to move on. Wards facade slips slightly at the action whilst the others seem too preoccupied with their own thoughts to notice.

Rafe’s face remained mischievous, as if there were some intent behind his reasoning for agreeing to do the show other than because his father asked. “You already know, I’m Rafe Cameron!” He tries to hide the smirk that pushes onto his lips but fails as the camera picks it up. His hand taps against the back of the couch behind Sarah’s head, neither her nor the rest of their family understanding why he’s being so compliant.

Sarah scoffs at his words and Rose rolls her eyes, sipping at her glass finally; a small giggle slipping from Wheezie’s mouth that she’s quick to cover with her hand. The action causing Rafe to chuckle to himself, getting the reaction he wanted.

Ward was proud of his family as he looked over them, as if he were some King admiring his people. He gives Sarah a reassuring nod; tugging a small smile to her lips.

Ryan nods with the same grin on his face from minutes before, “So, how is everyone feeling?”

A mixture of ‘goods’ and ‘fines’ were thrown around the room, causing a small furrow in the hosts brow. He coughs to clear the air, opening his mouth to speak before a voice interrupts.

“How’re you?” He looks over to notice the voice was Wheezie, a bubbly expression accompanied her words.

Ryan can’t help but light up at the question, normally he’s the one to ask all the questions, the attention never being on him. “I’m.. yeah I’m good thank you! Excited to be here with you guys. It’s a pleasure.”

She smiles to his answer; Ward’s face lifting at the enthusiasm from atleast one person he loves. “I’m glad you’re here too! It’s exciting to be able to have an opportunity like this, especially when I’ve been trying to sort it for a few weeks now! It kind of felt like a lost cause at one point.” He chuckles away to himself, pushing the tension of the previous situation out his head.

“Hm, yeah I had to put a few mentions out there to make this happen for you!”

“Well thank you, as you can tell we’re all very much looking forward to it.” He jokes as he looks around at the bored expressions over on the couch.

Ryan laughs with him, “I can very much tell!”

“Are you going to ask questions or can I go do the laundry?” From previous moments you could tell Rose was holding back from speaking, but the jokes were only causing more irritation. The three kids give each other ‘the look’ and start giggling to one another.

“Honey don’t be rude, it’s nice to have a bit of small talk beforehand; get to know what your getting yourself into. You’ll get the laundry done soon I promise..” He whispers the last part, trying his best to comfort her. He knows she doesn’t like people bothering her but he also knows that with some pushing, she’ll warm up to the cameras.

One look at Ward and her body immediately melts, her face softening and a smile tugging at her cheeks. She nods to him, batting her lashes, “Okay.. sorry.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be doing the interviews privately so you have plenty of time to do your housework.”

She nods, but stays silent. Any next word that comes out her mouth will only cause more tension.

Silence holds the air for a minute or two before Ryan clears his throat, “Right.”

He looks around at everyone, “I was going to talk to you all as a family first but you all seem to have things you need to do so.. Ward!” He raises his hand to gesture towards him, “I’ll speak to you first. The rest of you can stick around and I’ll get you when we’re ready.” He gives them a nod as each of them don’t hesitate to get up from the couch, removing themselves from the situation almost instantly.

Rafe stands around for a moment, hands in his trouser pockets, a small frown tugging at his brow.

“You okay, son?” Ward questions as he moves himself into a better position for the focus of the camera.

Rafe’s shoulders raise at his question, “Just- Yeah I’m fine.” He nods, pushing away his frustration as he gives the camera a little smile.

“Is Bella free? Maybe she and Callum could come round to keep you occupied while you wait!” Ward suggests, trying his best to satisfy Rafe’s needs, which isn’t always the easiest thing to do.

“Yeah I’ll go see. Can I be next?” The eagerness that radiated from Rafe caused a smile upon Wards face.

“You know Rafe, you’re the only person actually willing to give something to this show at the moment. I really appreciate it, thank you! And yes I’m sure you can go next.”

Rafe smiles once more as the host butts in, “Of course you can! We won’t be long.” Ryan reassures him as Rafe makes his way to the garden to make a phone call.

“Right shall we start?”

“I think that’s best!” Ward chuckles, smoothing out his hair and repositioning his watch on his wrist as he adjusts himself to face the camera again.

“May I start off by asking, who’s Bella and Callum?”

Ward lets out a small laugh as a smile pulls at his lips, more genuine than the last, and his eyes light up by the simple mention of their names. “They are..” He coughs to clear his throat as just the thought of them alone makes him bubble with happiness. “They are my adopted children. Well.. I’ve raised them from a very young age so they’re practically my own. I wouldn’t have asked for it any other way if I’m being honest. Wait that sounds.. I mean.. nevermind! But they’re Rafe’s best friends if that’s what you were asking.”

“Ah okay, so.. I’m assuming their parents are out the picture then? Or do you help?”

“I’m sorry I don’t really think that’s my place to say. They’re very sensitive to the topic. Could we get back to the show please?”

Ryan pauses for a moment, seeing how defensive Ward got almost instantly after his question, he smiled a little before realising what he said, “Yes sorry of course! Sorry for the question.”

“So Ward, you’re the man behind the plan. Tell us, what was your thought process when deciding to make your own reality show.”

“Well, I’m a man from nothing, I’m a ‘Pogue’ as the kids call it. I built this life for myself and my family from the ground up, and I’m proud of myself. I feel like making this show isn’t about showing off our money, it’s about showing off the type of people we are and proving that working hard gets you far! We are all proud of where we stand, but it also comes with its disadvantages. And I felt like having a show of our own to show everyone that money doesn’t make everything easier, is necessary. Because people think that we take advantage of our money when in reality all it does is pay for our bills, not our happiness.”

/

“So Rafe, you’re very eager to be a part of this show and put yourself out there!”

“Correct.” Rafe nods, not even bothered by how cocky he seems. His legs spread, leaning his arms against his knees as his grin never budges off his face once.

“What would you say is the purpose of this show? Why do you think Ward has brought you all to do this? And what would you like to gain from it?”

“If I’m being honest, Ward wants the attention. He’s a hard working man who has a lot to show! I don’t blame him. He has good kids and a nice house, he wants to show off. And again, I would too. I don’t really care for the purpose of the show, I just think it’s needed, to show those Pogues what to be jealous of. We worked hard for this shit. They don’t do anything and expect to also have a big house and loads of money. That’s not how it works. You gotta earn it. And we do. This shows gonna teach them to respect us, as they should.”

/

“Hi, Wheezie, right?”

“Right!” She smiles, the small act of remembering her name was enough to make her relax a little more. He was friendly, and she works well with friendly.

“Ready to answer some questions for us?”

She nods, sitting up and tucking her arms into her stomach to stop herself from fiddling, not wanting the camera or the audience to pick up on her nerves.

“I’ve asked Rafe and Ward this question already, but, what would you say is the purpose for this show? And what would you like to come out of it?”

“Umm..” She giggles nervously, pushing her glasses up her nose as she takes a minute to think. “I’d say, the purpose of the show.. I think my dad wants to show everyone how hard he works for us! He does everything for me and my family. I think he wants everyone to know that he earns his money and treats us with it. He doesn’t splash it around and show off. That’s what I love about him if I’m being honest. He’s so caring! And he wants people to look up to him, not fear him or hate him for his money. He’s the nicest man we know. And I think everyone should know that too!”

“That was very special. Almost the same as his own answer so well done! Is there anything you’d like to get from this show? Or are you simply on it because you’re part of the family?”

“No, I’m only doing it because Ward was so excited about it, and he made it out like this revolutionary idea and so I wanted to see if he was right. And I guess there’s only one way to find out,” She giggles at her words, slowly but surely warming up to the attention. Not finding it so difficult to think straight anymore. “But I also think it would be quite cool for everyone to see how we live. Like we’re famous or something!” She enjoys her words as her lips pull into another smile, teeth on show, genuine.

/

“I think, my dad wanted to do this to show people what our lives are really like. Being rich, people have their opinions on us, that we have it easy. But we all have things going on that no one knows about, or that only our closest friends know, so I think it’ll be quite interesting but also quite scary to share all of that with everyone. However I think it’ll be a good thing for us, especially for Rafe who barely shares anything with anyone, or even struggles to be himself with a lot of people, so I think this will definitely be good for him to have that opportunity to show himself properly. For me, I think from the show what I want is closure. If you get what I mean. Sharing these things with the world, these personal secrets that I’ve kept to myself for so long, I’d want something out of it. Something that’ll benefit me. I think the show will be good for me to realise and appreciate all the little things. This life that we live, we consider it ‘normal’. So to have the chance to sit down and really think about everything, I think it’ll help me to not take advantage of how lucky we really are.”

/

“The purpose of the show, as Ward said to me, is to bring everyone down to Earth. To show them that just because we have money, it doesn’t mean we have it easy. Everyone has their problems and their struggles that they deal with quietly, and I think this show will help to prove that even us, Kooks, have things going on too. Yes we’re lucky because we have the fancy cars, the big house, the lack of worry for money. But it doesn’t mean that we’re always happy. Everyone has something to deal with, and for us, it’s not money, but other things. This will show people that we aren’t all emotionless snobby animals. We all have feelings and issues that we struggle with everyday, and Ward wants to share that with everyone. So they know that each and every person has their own life, and everyone has it difficult in some way or another no matter how rich or poor you are.” The bottle of white wine finally hits Rose; the chores being done and the conversation with Ward beforehand has settled her. She’s accepted that this is how their life is going to be from now on, with a little compensation from Ward to keep her going.

/

“Ward, tell the audience a little about yourself.”

“Okay. Um, I’m Ward Cameron, I’m fifty-six, and I own a business called Cameron Developments; but I mostly stay at home and just file the paper work, make sure everyone’s doing their jobs properly! I have three beautiful children, and two amazing adopted children. I have a perfect wife who has taken in my children as her own since she’s joined our family. Annnnd.. I think that’s it haha.”

/

“I’m Rafe Cameron, I’m nineteen. I play golf, and ride a motorcycle, any of you pretty girls want a ride, hit me up..” He winks at the camera, obviously not meaning what Ryan or any of the camermen understood. Ryan looked at him as if expecting more so Rafe huffed and pulled something up on the spot, “I have four close friends, two sisters, a dad and a step mum. Don’t think there’s much else to be said.” Rafe’s expectations for the show were slowing drifting away as he began to grow irritated at the lack of interesting questions.

/

“Umm, I’m Wheezie Cameron! I’m thirteen, I have an older sister and an older brother. I like to write, and make bracelets with Sarah. And I also like to have girls nights with her, Rose and Rafe’s friend, Bella. We bake and watch movies and stuff, it’s really fun!”

/

“Imm, Sarah, I’m sixteen, I have a boyfriend called Topper. I like to go to the beach and go out with my friends. I think that’s it.” The lack of preparation made it hard for her to think of anything other than the bare minimum, making her answer seem almost fake. She puts on a false smile to try and cover the awkwardness.

/

“Well, I’m Rose Cameron. Im a stay at home mum. I help Ward with his business and I also run a real estate agency!” She pulls a smile, the interview finally being about something she loves, her. Somehow another glass of wine has made its way into her hand as the breeze from the now open doors blows her hair around in a rather attractive manner; complimenting her now, extroverted composure.

/

“Ward. What would you say is your favourite part about this family?”

“God, only one? Uhh.. Well. I think I’d have to say, how different we all are. The kids aren’t the closest but it means we always have something to talk about. Rafe always telling us about his friends’ drama, Sarah always coming up with crazy stories and Wheezie talking about her new hobbies. Aswell as the additional arguments between Callum and Bella; it always makes for a very interesting dinner. The family talks are definitely my favourite I’d say!”

“And.. who would you say you’re the closest to?”

“Definitely my angel, Sarah. Bella comes a close second. I just spent the most time with Sarah growing up so we have the most in common. And Bella’s just a sweetheart to be around. Always making me smile.”

“So Bella is a big part of your life then?”

“Yeah I’d say so. I raised her, taught her everything she needs to know, and now she walks around as one of my own. She’s here almost everyday, and she’s always up for anything. I love her.”

/

“Rafe, Ward mentioned that Bella and Callum are your closest friends. Could you go into that? How did you meet?”

Rafe’s smile reappears at the mention of them. Him now suddenly re-interested in the conversation; sitting back more comfortably as he finally wants to get deep into something, a gentle grin replaces his previous glare. “Well, yeah he’s right. Bella’s probably closer to me but I grew up with them both. Them, aswell as Topper and Kelce, are my only real friends. We’re always together. There’s really not a moment when we’re ever doing anything alone. I met them all when I was a kid; Topper and Kelce I met through our parents. And Bella and Callum moved in with us like ten years ago?” He takes a moment to look over at Ward who was sat just out the shot. He gives him a quick nod to confirm his words before Rafe turns back to the camera. A proud grin now spread across his cheeks. “Yeah. Ten years ago! They all met each other through me and vice versa. Then ever since we’ve just kinda been inseparable. All of us.”

“You spoke about Bella and Callum moving in correct?”

“Yes, well, they moved back out a few years ago. I would tell you they got kicked out but Wards watching so..” Rafe lowers his voice as he leans forward onto his legs again, causing suspicion amongst Ward’s face. “But yeah they moved back home but basically still live here anyways with how much they’re always over.” He chuckles trying to push the previous sentence away, with full intention to speak on it later when Ward isn’t around to hear.

Ward stayed in the room to ‘supervise’. Survey Rafe’s interview to make sure he doesn’t say anything too private or out of line on the first episode.

/

“You have to be careful with Rafe.” Ward explains, now moved outside. The sun almost completely covered by the sea edge and the wind had picked up since the last shot of him, made evident in the way he let his hair follow the winds lead. “He doesn’t think before he speaks. But he also doesn’t care for others feelings that much, he likes to speak his mind. So yeah I had to stick around for his interview to make sure he doesn’t talk about anything unnecessary or out of pocket. He tends to do it quite a lot with all of us and it does cause some tension. It’s one of the reasons why we like having Bella and Cal' around, because they seem to occupy his mind and also take over the cause of disagreement.”

/

“A boyfriend? May I ask, is this the same Topper, Rafe is friends with?”

"Yes it is! Well I mean, me and Topper met first, in Middle School, and so Rafe became close with him because of me. So if anything, he has me to thank." She smiles smugly at the camera, tilting her head slightly to rub it in Rafe's face.

"How is it going between you two, may I ask? Still going strong?"

Those words manage to pull out a genuine smile, her face lighting up at the mention of her boyfriend, causing less tension between her and the camera. She readjusts herself on the couch, patting down her dress as it began to rise. "He's so sweet. I don't see how there could be any issues between us. We're more than perfect if that's even possible," She lets out a small breathy laugh at her own words, the smitten look written all over her face; her cheeks blushed and eyes glistening. "I see him almost everyday because he’s friends with Rafe anyways so it’s like a win-win for all of us really! And Ward loves him so that’s a bonus.”

/

“That’s sweet, it’s nice to hear you’re all very close!”

“Yeah well I mean, I’m close with them all. But Sarah and Bella fell out a few years back and Rose doesn’t particularly like her very much so it can be awkward sometimes. But they all do it for me so they just remember that and then it’s all okay!”

“I knew Bella was a friend of Rafe’s. Is she a good friend of yours too then?”

“Mmmmhm.. Best friend actually! Hm..” she giggles to herself as she pulls herself closer to the camera, “I actually think they like each other.. She denies it but even Topper and Kelce agreed theres something going on..” she sits back. “I guess we’ll all find out together after this comes out wont we.” She giggles again as her shoulders rise with her smile.

“I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for that..” Ryan gives Wheezie a wink as he lowers his voice, causing a small laugh to fall from her lips.

He sits back crossing his legs, “Wheezie what do you do on a girls night then?”

“Um, well normally it’s the full day. If so then we’d go out shopping or go on the boat or something. Then we’d come home and even bake or make pizzas and then eat it whilst watching a movie. We sometimes paint our nails and stuff too. Oh! And also Sarah and Bella share all the boy gossip. We try to get Rose to but she thinks it’s weird seeing as Wards our dad but I don’t get why?”

/

“Rose, earlier, Wheezie mentioned that you don’t particularly like Bella that much? Could you tell us why?”

She shows us a tight smile, her eyes falling at the mention of Bella’s name. Rose sighs heavily as she leans back against the couch crossing her arms like a toddler. “Because why should I? She stole Rafe from us, she takes up all Wards time, her and her brother are always here invading our space. Theres no reason to like her! It’s a stupid question.”

The change in tone made Ryan almost uncomfortable as he begins to break into a sweat. A man angry is scary, but a mother angry is worse. And Rose herself is one scary woman. “Right um.. Do you not think that maybe she’s just trying to be nice? She makes Rafe and Wheezie very happy do you see that?”

“What is this? An interview about me or her?”

/

"Well Ward unless there's anything else you'd like to talk about I think that's it!"

"Oh great! I think I'm all good, did you want to start on the tour?"

/

“Rafe, Ward also brought up how Bella is a special part of his life. Does that apply to you too?”

Rafe lets out a small breathy laugh at the question, not understanding why he was getting so personal all of a sudden. “I mean yeah obviously but-”

His attention is taken as his focus moves to behind Ryan, the glass doors open and a small figure pops a head through. “Umm sorry.. is it a bad time?”

Ryan opens his mouth to answer but before he could, Rafe had already made his way over, a camera following to capture the moment. “Of course not! Whats wrong?”

“Oh um.. I was just going to ask for the key to the refrigerator on the boat? We can’t get in..” A quiet giggle leaves the girls lips as Rafes curl into a helpless smile.

“Don’t be stupid Bells. Just gotta ask! Don’t gotta be so nervous. The cameras are just cameras..” His hand grazes her own as he reassures her; he turns around to go over to the kitchen.

Bella’s gaze follows the camera, a smile tugging at her soft lips. She lifts her hand and gives the camera a wave. “Hi!”

“Bella correct?”

“Umm..” She was caught off guard by the sudden statement. She steps closer to get a better view of him. “Correct! But how do you-”

“Rafe and Ward have both mentioned you once or twice. It’s nice to meet you!”

She smiles once again, this time her cheeks blushing along. “It’s nice to meet you too! What’ve they said may I ask?” She laughs nervously as she takes a seat on the couch opposite the large-framed man, tugging at her crop top slightly so she wasn’t flashing anyone by accident.

“Oh you came to join hm?” Rafe places himself next to her, his arm effortlessly falling around her neck.

She giggles as her eyes take his, “Nope! Just wondering what you’ve said about me that’s all.” Her smile doesn’t fade as he raises an eyebrow, his head turns to Ryan as he squints his eyes slightly, trying to pick up on if he’s told her or not.

“I haven’t said anything?”

“Mmmhm sure.” The amusement not leaving her face as he looks back at her. A grin creeping onto his lips, “Excuse me? You gonna be quiet or you gonna leave? Your choice.”

Her jaw drops jokingly as if he just offended her; she turns to face Ryan, the same intentional stare Rafe wore an hour previous. “Is he behaving? He’s not being rude to you is he?”

“Right! What’s that supposed to mean then?”

She giggles but doesn’t take her eyes off of Ryan, “Yes I’d say so.” He chuckles at her enthusiasm and pure genuineness to her question, “He was just about to tell me if you-”

“Lalalalalala.” Rafe quickly interrupts shoving his hands over Bella’s ears as he guides her to the door. “He doesn’t know what he’s saying. I’m done with the interview!”

She rips his hands from her ears, her mouth agape as her eyes frown, “What were you about to tell him?” She tilts her head slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re on about! I think you should go before Callum beats my ass for taking up your time.”

“Rafe we aren’t done!”

“Yes we are!”

“Rafe?? Go finish the interview, you were looking forward to it!” She pushes him lightly in the chest, gesturing for him to go sit back down.

He rolls his eyes but obliges nonetheless. She giggles once more, poking her head round to Ryan and smiling again, “Behave!” She points a finger to Rafe before a realisation hits her face, “Oh! And thank you for the key!” She shakes the keychain towards him as if he didn’t know what a key was before waving goodbye to the cameras and Ward, and leaving, skipping down to the boat.

“Well she’s a sweetheart, wouldn’t you say Rafe?”

Rafe’s brow furrows, knowing what he’s implying.

Ryan doesn’t let up as he gets straight to the point, “Do you like her?”

“Yeah I’d say she has a special place in my heart like Ward! Now can I go? Thank you!” He changed the subject before unhesitatingly jumping off the couch and headed straight outside; avoiding the whole question.

Ryan and Ward both let out a heavy laugh as Ward walks into frame, “I’m telling you right now, he doesn’t get nervous like that. I’ll leave it at that.” He grins before heading off to do his own thing, leaving Ryan with the open-ended answers of does he or doesn’t he? He smiles to himself before finding Wheezie.

/

“Are you having a girls night tonight? Seeing as everyone’s here!”

“What do you mean? Sorry. Bella isn’t here?” She tilts her head in confusion, having to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

Ryan sniffles, holding back an obvious laugh, “Bella’s.. Bella’s on the boat! You didn’t know that?”

“Bella’s here??” Her demeanour changes. Her body lifts as her eyes light up, a soft smile taking her lips. She grips onto the edge of the couch to hold herself from getting up.

“Uh yes she is!” There’s a small pause. Ryan watches Wheezie as if she was about to say something and Wheezie waits for Ryan to move the conversation along, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the silence.

He coughs and his fingers find his hair, “Would you uh..” He contemplates his next words not knowing if he should cut the interview short or not. “Do you want to go?”

You see her lips quiver, her mouth opening and closes contemplating the same exact thought before settling back down into the couch. “No, no.. I shouldn’t! I mean.. I can see her later!” The tone of her voice was evidently disappointed. With how sweet she’s been and how patient she was Ryan couldn’t help but feel bad for her determination for the show; when everyone else was quick to move on.

“No it’s fine you go! We had finished the questions anyways.” He gives her a reassuring smile as he stands up. He lied straight through his teeth it was obvious. This whole time there were no set questions. Anyone could’ve known that. But with Wheezie’s mind somewhere else she didn’t even think to question him.

Her lips grow wider as she lifts herself from the couch, opening her arms wide to gesture a hug. Ryan takes the opportunity, gently patting her back and whispering in her ear. Barely made out by the camera, “You deserve it..”

She smiles once more, waving bye to the camera before running off quickly outside.

/

“Sarah I didn’t want to bring this up but I’m not sure what else to ask really. Wheezie told me that you and Bella don’t like each other. Why?”

“Uhh.. I dont understand? I never said I don’t like her? We just don’t talk.”

“Sarah?” A small voice radiates through the air causing the blonde to look away from the camera.

“Hey Wheez, you okay?”

“Yeah. Um.. Topper wants you!” She plays with the string of her bikini that she only just changed into from the boat.

“Okay. Well Ryan said we’re finished so I’ll be out in a second!”

“Okayyyy!” Wheezie skips off back outside.

/

And with that the interviews were done. More will be revealed throughout the rest of the week so don’t worry about the lack of questions. We’re finding everything out at the same time as the rest of you!

Whilst Rose makes dinner and Ward gives us a tour, the kids take some time to rest on the boat. The cameramen and I will join them but after today, all filming at home will be done by pre-setup cameras. You’ll see me around from time to time but other than that, my time here in TannyHill has come to an end! Thank you.

/

“Oh my god??”

“Topper stop your gonna get hurt!”

“Top your not close enough!”

“Rafe??”

“What’s going on here?” Ryan steps into the boat, the sudden shock causes Topper to lose his footing and fall off the edge of the boat, a big splash of water hitting everyone close enough, including Ryan.

The kids all can’t help but laugh, Rafe’s radiates in the air whilst Wheezie covers her mouth, knowing she shouldn’t really be laughing. The only person not to laugh would be Sarah. She quickly runs over to the edge of the boat and leans over, giving Topper her hand to pull him back up.

“Thanks..” He wraps his arms round himself as he tries his best not to shiver whilst Bella runs inside to grab him a towel.

“Um. Im sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Topper scoffs, “Scare me? You didn’t scare me don’t worry. I just.. slipped!”

Kelce and Rafe both look at one another, whispering something inaudible to the cameras.

“Top you wouldn’t have fallen if you weren’t scared!” Bella mocks as she hands him the towel, his eyes snap to her. She giggles quietly as she stares back, “What’s wrong?”

“Say that again Bells.. I dare you!”

She shrugs, dropping herself beside Rafe, his grip on her waist was tight enough that she wasn’t scared for Toppers reaction, “Okay! You wouldn’t have fallen if you weren’t scared!” She giggles again, this time slightly muffled as Topper jumps for her, the towel falling off him as he chases Bella inside.

“For fuck sake..” An unfamiliar voice speaks up. Ryan and the others look over at him.

“Cal I swear just leave her be for once.” He mumbles sharply, eyes burrowing into Callum’s skull.

Despite Rafe’s attempt at stopping his next move, Callum ignores him and gets up anyways.

“Dude?? It’s not like he’s gonna hurt her. Jesus calm down!” Kelce steps in, as he noticed the look in Rafe’s eyes.

/

“Rafe can’t stand the way Cal treats Bella. It’s obvious I’m sure you’ve all noticed it too. But to be fair we all can’t. It’s not like Topper did anything wrong and as far as we all knew, Bella was smiling and laughing and everything. She was fine. Cal was just being unnecessary!” Kelce states, later on in the evening. The air was cooler and the sky was dark. He was outside by the pool, slightly private from the rest of his friends in the living room. The host was taking turns to pull them out separately to speak on the day. Just like he did with the rest of the family earlier.

/

Callum takes a glance at Kelce before noticing a camera inside the boat. Whatever happens, it’d be caught on camera. He has nothing to worry about. Without a word he sits himself back down next to Rafe.

“Dude just gotta chill alright..” Rafe slaps his arm.

Ryan places himself on the edge of the boat as he watches Topper and Bella come back outside, Bella now on his back giggling to herself.

“Wheezie!” Roses voice appears from around the corner. Wheezie’s eyes widen and she quickly runs off back down the dock. Sarah also lifts herself from the chair, “I’m gonna go too..” she mutters to Topper before placing a kiss to his cheek and stepping away from the boat.

/

“Sarah’s avoiding the cameras! She hates it. Unless it’s about her or she’s asked a question she has no reason to be on it and therefore she won’t be. It’s fair enough. I just don’t get it tho like this shows about her you know?” Topper explains as he runs his fingers through his golden strands.

/

“Well.. nice to meet you all!”

Everyone repeats his words back as they turn themselves to face the camera. “Well Rafe mentions how you’ve all been friends for some time. How did that all start?”

They all look at one another waiting for someone to answer. No one does for an awkward minute so Bella speaks up, “Well I mean, after mine and Cals dad passed we moved in here with Rafe. And by that point he was already friends with Topper and Kelce so we all just got close through each other!”

“Bella, Sarah mentioned how you two don’t talk anymore? Why?”

Her shoulders shrug as her eyes follow to her brother. “I’m not too sure. We were friends for a few years and then she kinda just.. stopped talking to me. I don’t know people grow out of things I guess..”

“Oh that’s a shame. But you have these four now!”

“Yep! And I wouldn’t change it for anything!” She smiles softly, the boys coo at her as Rafe wraps his arm round her neck, pulling her closer to his chest. He places a kiss to her head as the other boys start making out with the air.

Bella giggles at the joke but Cal wasn’t taking it as he chucks an empty can at their heads, ultimately silencing the group.

The awkward silence causes a few quiet giggles which soon erupt into a mass of laughter.

One look at the other and they cracked. So they forced themselves to stop and look anywhere but each other.

“You guys seem like you get along very well-” A few snickers follow, “In every group there’s a dynamic right? Like the funny one or the smart one. What would you all name yourselves?”

They all look around as silence hits once more. Bella looks up at Rafe and immediately her eyes light up, pushing herself to sit up using his thigh. “Rafe’s the ‘slut’ of the group!” The others begin laughing again as Rafes faces scrunches, his head tilts to her as his eyes sit wide. He lets out a small sigh, “I can’t argue with that to be fair.”

“He literally tells me, in detail, every little thing that happens on a date. Like it’s everyday there’s someone new and I don’t actually care.”

“I thought you know.. cos you’re the ‘virgin’ of the group you’d wanna know?”

Her mouth falls as she smacks his chest, “Your an asshole!”

He laughs at her expression, before soon apologising quietly.

“Nah I’d say that Bella’s definitely the mum of the group!” Topper finally admits, his giggles finally subsiding.

“Oh yeah totally!” Kelce agrees as Bella’s smile comes back, her head turning towards them shyly as a small blush takes her cheeks.

“The other day we came to hers after we got into a fight-“

Bella sighs, lifting her hand up to the camera in shock, “With my best friend by the way!”

“Oh yeah! She has OTHER friends!” Rafe scoffs jokingly as she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah one!”

“Two..” he corrects, earning him another smack, this time to his arm.

“Anyway..” Kelce chuckles as his and Toppers eyes stick on the other two for a while. “Yeah okay we got into a fight with her friend-”

“Who, may I ask?”

“Uh JJ Maybank!” Bella blurts out proudly, a smile taking her lips as her cheeks redden once again. Cal groans at the name and Rafe scoffs.

/

“I swear to God everytime I speak about him, it’s made out like such a big deal. It’s not. We’re just friends?”

/

“We were like bleeding and shit, bare in mind this was like three in the morning! And she came and cleaned us all up and then slept in the living room with us.”

“To be fair we’re only still all alive cos of Bella so.. thanks!” Topper laughs.

She smiles at the camera, shrugging her shoulders, “What can I say!”

They all laugh with her before Ryan, again, cuts the moment short. “So how did you and JJ meet then? Seeing as he is on the other side of the island!”

“Well I mean I met him through John B! John B works for Ward and I go with him whenever he goes down to the docks. So yeah me and John B got close but me and JJ got closer!”

“Unfortunately..” Rafe mutters and Bella shoots him a dirty look, Kelce pipes up, “To be fair he’s not wrong! Whats wrong with us? The Kooks not good enough for you?” He mocks knowing he’s getting under her skin.

“I.. obviously not! You guys are family to me! I just sometimes want to talk about you guys with someone else.”

“Wait-”

“What??”

She giggles, “I’m joking dickheads!”

“Bella, sorry to ask but-“ just those few words caught Cal’s attention. He looks up at him suddenly, eyes sharp and brows furrowed. Bella looks up at him too, but with the opposite complexion; her face holding a sweet smile.

“Earlier, when you were on the phone with Rafe, you sounded upset. What happened?”

“Dude what the fuck? Why’s that got anything to do with you??” Rafe interrupts, his voice harsh. His eyes cutting deep into Ryan as his hand finds Bella’s back; pulling her in slightly.

Her eyes widen as she takes a glance at him, “Rafe..??”

“No! He’s got no business being all in your fucking issues this ain’t the Brooks show??”

“You gonna ask actual questions or you gonna leave? We were fine here without you bothering us!” Callum states plainly, bored of the constant interrogation. His body shifts to sit closer to Bella, facing away slightly so she was partly hidden from the camera.

“Oh my god.. I’m sorry! Maybe we could talk another time?” Bella’s face falls as her mouth sits agape, her eyes glassy as a slight shakiness fills her words.

“No you wont!!” Callum orders forcefully.

Rafe smirks, lifting a hand to the camera as the other sits tighter round Bella’s waist, holding her back from being able to move, “Bye Bye now!” He waves them away.

When they don’t budge, Callum stands up and before he could even take a step, the camera crew and Ryan were gone.

/

“Yeah so uh.. they’re just a ‘little’ protective? It doesn’t take much to piss them off really. Even if it’s not, if they think somethings bothering me they have no issues to deal with it right then and there. I just didn’t expect it on camera! Sorry. But um.. yeah the question you asked! I don’t feel comfortable answering, sorry. But I’m fine! Promise!”

/

“Bella hates when Rafe and Cal get up in her business. Like she tries so hard to be nice and they make her seem worse. I get it I do, but she kinda signed up for it when she became friends with us!” Topper chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

/

Rose finished up dinner and Ward finished with the tour, and after the small interviews with the family, everyone sits down for dinner around the dining table.

Whilst the family have their dinner I’ll take this moment to say thank you for watching! It was a pleasure filming and making this for you. The Camerons are, well sometimes, are a delight to be around! And we can’t wait to show you more. This has been Keeping up with the Camerons!

Oh! And before you go, look at this gem we caught that night.

/

“Rafe..” Bella mumbles. It was dark, too dark that the camera could barely make out her figure as she leans over the edge of the couch. Rafe lay on the floor next to her, Callum by her feet and Topper and Kelce on the other chairs. It was late, around 1 in the morning.

“Rafe..!” She repeats, this time Rafe hears and covers his eyes with his arm.

“Mm..”

“I can’t sleep..”

Rafe opens his eyes finally, lifting himself onto his elbows to get a better view of her in the dark. “Why not..?”

“I don’t know..” She plays with the blanket that lay on her. His eyes follow her fingers as his concern grew.

“You don’t know..?”

“Mm.. maybe because of the cameras?”

Rafe frowns and looks around, not realising there were any in the room, “They’re still on..?”

“Mhm they’re always on Rafe..”

“Shit..” He watches her for a minute, running his hand through his hair before lifting it to take hers. “Okay.. You wanna go sleep in my room..?”

“Umm..” Her eyes drift away, Rafe catches her face in the moonlight as she looks around the room with a slight frown.

After she doesn’t answer he stands up, reaching out his hand to take hers, “Come on..”

She doesn’t hesitate to take his hand. He guides her up the stairs and they stop by his bedroom door. Bella looks over his shoulder at the two cameras sat in the hall. He realises what she’s looking at and takes her hands, “Hey.. don’t let the cameras get to you okay..?”

She sighs, looking down at their hands as she swings them side to side, “That’s easier said than done Rafey..”

“I know I know.. sorry.. but just.. I mean it. Pretend they’re not there!”

“Mmmm..” She wines, bouncing up and down. Her tiredness and frustration adding up into one big pile of upset.

Rafe follows her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear and resting his hands on her shoulders, “I know Bells.. but it’s just a stupid show my dad wanted to do. If you want a camera off I’ll make them turn it off. You want something cut out the show? Then I’ll make that happen, okay? You just worry about being your pretty self and I’ll deal with the rest. Does that sound like a good deal..?”

She lets out a soft giggle as her eyes finally take his own, “Yeah.. thank you for understanding..”

“ ‘course Bells. I’ll always understand okay? Now go get some sleep..” He kisses her forehead, watching her for a moment before going over to the stairs.

“Rafe..?” Bella steps forward slightly, getting Rafe’s attention as he turns back.

“Mhm?”

She stops a moment, and picks at her fingernails, “Love you..” She whispers softly.

Rafe can’t help but break a smile, taking in one last look at her; she stood in his top that was way too big for her, covering everything that needed to be covered.

“Love you too Bee, now go to bed!” He raises his eyebrows. Bella can’t take him seriously and lets out a small giggle before nodding and going into his room.

Rafe stands there a moment; watching the door close behind her. He smiles once more before shaking his head and going back downstairs to sleep.

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Distributor Akaza watching you who's cross faded as fuck as he sits on his throne overlooking the party he doesn't even want to fucking be at.

The music is literally shaking the floor under his boots, bass ratting the windows as he watches your eyes light up when a song you particularly like comes on. Doing shots out of your friends tits, tongue licking the rim of the shot glass before you wrap that pretty fucking mouth around the glass and flinging your head back. Removing it with sharp claws from your mouth as you dip back down to lick the sweat from her sternum all the way up to her throat. Giggling when you pull back because you know the guy she likes is watching her across the room distracted cause he's supposed to be "working." That black french top gently turns her head to make eye contact with the man across the room before you lean to yell "Go!" in her ear, leaving you to dance alone.

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Smart choice.

Some unfortunate soul isn't lucky enough to notice your unspoken guard dog and approaches. He's getting close even when you obviously jerk out of his attempts to touch you. The man leaning closer to yell in your ear while you turn your head to snarl back, all while quick fingers drop two little pills into your drink.

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Even then Sekido didn't prompt this much obedience.

"Ya okay?" The softness of his voice in your ear makes your stomach flip, his left hand traveling down to yours to grab at the drink in your hand. He takes it from your grip before passing it to someone with a murmur to them, not you, "It's spiked."

Still old habits die hard as your pretty features immediately screw up into a nasty snarl.

"I didn't fuckin ask you to save me." Voice is full of venom it makes the man behind you chuckle, a response you aren't used to.

"Yea? I bet ya did have it handled huh princess." It doesn't sound condescending yet you still take it that way. Refusing to turn to face your "savior." Pushing air angrily from your nostrils before you flick long hair into his face purposely.

"Yea. I've got six inches by my inner thigh that could have saved me. What's yours three? Bet I can use mine better than you too." Tapping at your knife under your skirt as you act disinterested in the strong man behind you.

It pulls another chuckle from him, "Okay princess. I'll back off."

You can hear the smile in his voice but he doesn't step away from you just yet, just tucks some hair behind your ear, still not in view as he dips his head to press his mouth to the shell of your ear.

"I can show ya what my eight inches can do anytime ya want, Princess. Just call out for yer demon dog and I'll come."

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Model Daniel/Musician Johnny

Because the door was unlocked and he'd been there several times the last month and a half, Daniel thought nothing of walking right into the house, where he found Johnny in his bedroom (actually the living room because Kreese, the band's ex manager, would not let them buy the three bedroom house and forced Johnny to make a room for himself on the first floor) packing boxes. Their new house had three bedrooms. Johnny was gonna have his own room.

"What do you want?" Johnny asked, barely glancing as he cumbled up some papper and tossed it in a trashcan a few feet away. "Shouldn't you be at that party, schmoozing it up?"

Daniel shut the door behind him turned the lock, casually walked to the bed (pull out couch) and lied down, arms behind his head. "Nah. Got tired of the crappy music and drunk people. Jimmy was hitting on Zendaya when I left." Daniel never wanted to go in the first place, but he promised the photographer that invited him he'd make an appearence. His manager, Mr. Miyagi, didn't mind that he was only there for an hour. It was enough.

"Like anything would happen between them," Johnny replied with a roll of his eyes. He picked up what looked like a business card. His jaw clenched and he sniffed. Daniel guessed it was Kreese's, his name in small print shining silver underneath rhe large "Gold Entertainment". Johnny said him and the rest of the Cobra Boys were happy at Lotus Agency United now, but despite the way Kreese was, they'd been with him for awhile. There might always be a part of them that would miss him. Johnny ripped it up into pieces and let them flutter to the floor.

"Hey, get out of my bed, LaRusso."

He grinned. "Come over here and make me."

While they were long past the point of violence (he still couldn't believe this blond hotheaded lunatic was his friend), there was still the memories of Johnny's punches and kicks, so Daniel assumed his smart remark would earn some kind of assault. However, Johnny silently got up and lied next to him. They both looked up at the ceiling, at the water stains and star stickers.

"You takin' those with you to the new house?"

"No. Tommy already bought a bunch more."

"Real ones are better. You should go take a gander at them sometime."

"You asking me out, Danielle?"

Yes. No. Maybe. Was he?

"Depends. You good with a pizza and movie first?"

Faster than Daniel could blink, Johnny sat on Daniel's thighs, one leg on either side of them. Daniel stared, wide eyed,as Johnny lifted his shirt up to show off his chest.

"Yeah sure. Maybe you'd rven get lucky."

Hesitantly, Daniel reach out a hand. Johnny smirked and grabbed his wrist, brought the hand ulp to his chest. Daniel swallowed and squeezed one of his pecs. "Wow," he breathed.

This wasn't an unexpected development. Most people, some of Daniel's friends included, insisted there was some tension between them, even back when they couldn't stand each other.

"Real glad you're here," Johnny said, bending down to kiss Daniel. He ground their hips together, and Daniel groaned as Johnny started to unbutton his shirt.

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"You hungry?" Johnny asked, shaking Daniel, who was in trance, focused on the stars.

"I guess." His clothes were back on. Underwear most likely on backwards. Pants unzipped, unbottoned, unbuckled. Johnny's hair was a mess. He watched the blond as he walked into the kitchen, noticing a slight limp..

"Most of the stuff is packed away. But we got microwavable popcorn. And beer. Maybe a movie on my laptop."

"Yeah, sure." He eyed the guitar resting on the couch they used as an actually couch. "How 'bout a song, too? You have a decent voice."

Johnny followed his gaze to the guitar. "Want me to sing the song I wrote you?"

Daniel sat up, jaw hanging open. "You what?"

"You’re too easy, Daniel," Johnny laughed. He threw the bag into the microwave and turned it on. Getting the beers from the fridge, he jumped on the bed next to Daniel, sat crosslegged and handed one off to him. He gave Daniel a sweet peck on the mouth that got hus heart racing. "Play your cards right and maybe I'll like you enough to write you a song."

"Sounds like a challenge. How's this: you and me next Friday at seven. I'll pick you up and take you to an Italian place near Mr. Miyagi's."

"Oh, what a gentleman."

"I want that song, doll."

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Despite kei being the oldest, I think his response to you acing your exam would be more energetic than the rest. He’d be sitting on the couch, all calm and collected while watching tv or scrolling through his phone, when you pop into the room and announce the news. He would go, “what.. What?.. WHAT??” with each time getting louder and louder until he starts bouncing off the walls.. literally. He kind of reminds me of High School Musical’s “What Time Is It?”, in the beginning when the clock finally ticks summer time and Chad gets so excited that he jumps up and kisses the teacher's cheek. I feel like kei would do that, but more dramatic.

Fuma would turn so soft and fussy when you tell him the news. It’s just like some button turned on and now he’s all touchy and lovely. “I knew you could do it,” he’d say in a soft whisper while stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, giving you all sorts of affirmations because he knew how stressed out you were. Then he’d look into your eyes with this very sweet gaze, before slowly connecting your lips for a kiss.

You don’t even have the opportunity to finish your sentence because nicholas is grabbing your wrist and dragging you to some karaoke. He just wants you to let loose and scream your heart out. Doesn’t care if your voice cracks because he will happily join you, butchering the song lyrics and almost choking on his spit but who cares?? You’re having fun!!

Oh, did someone say spa day? As soon as euijoo hears the news, you are immediately swept off your feet and sat in your comfiest chair, being fed your favorite fruits and/or drinks. No matter what you say, euijoo ensures that you’ll never ever lay your fingertips on anything else because he will do anything for you. You want to watch some television? He’s already grabbing the remote and turning on your favorite show. Your muscles feel tense? He’s grabbing your favorite scented lotion so he can massage your poor body. He’s your personal maid for the rest of the week.. And there's nothing you can do about it :p 

I feel like yuma would do your skincare routine, but with those silly face masks and random, colorful rubber bands in your hair. Has fun taking photos of you but almost panics when you want to do the same thing to him. Just a few moments later, you turned him into your favorite baby girl. Two big, pink pigtails with a little tiara to set it off. But wait, where’s his tutu?? 

Jo already knew you’d pass your exam (because you’re so smart ^^) so to celebrate, he would stay home and spend the day with you. Honestly, he doesn’t want to do much activity because he wants you to wind down and relax, but he’d happily join you on your adventures if you have the energy!! Lays down on your bed as he engulfs you in his arms, pressing a kiss on your forehead because he’s just so proud of you, his little star :(( 

The day you pass your exam so happens to be a wonderful day outside :D Harua decides to take you out for a lovely walk around the park accompanied with some refreshing ice cream because he knows how much you love the combo. Well.. until you accidentally drop your ice cream cone. Stiffles back a laugh because he knows you’d whack him with no hesitation, and offers you his ice cream because he’s on a diet anyway :/ After you’re done with your frozen treat, he’d take you to the swings and push you hard enough, you’d be convinced you could fly!

Because taki doesn’t like seeing you happy (it’s his love language okay?), he’d be sarcastic. “Oh really? Who did you cheat off of?” He’d say, but his grin would ruin his facade. Opens you with welcomed arms, “good job, I’m so proud of you,” he’d say as he’d hold you tight, kissing  your forehead.

I think maki’s would turn into a shouting rant. Does that make sense? It’s not like an argument in any way, you’d see your results and start shouting to maki with excitement, and he’d return the energy by shouting back. It’s like two besties, is what I'm trying to say. “MAKI, I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT A WHAT??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT AN A ON THE TEST??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!!” and then you’d hold hands as you jump around in place with beaming eyes.

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