Review: While I love the sentiment behind this, and it makes me miss the ocean, I wish there was a more personable element to it. How does watching the waves make you feel? How is each wave different? Otherwise, lovely job. Keep on writing. ❤
You may find that some of your most important relationships undergo a significant shift this week, especially around the time of the Libra New Moon on Thursday. The changes that come up are the reflection of the complete transformation you’ve been through this past summer, and it might take you by surprise. The shift you’ve been through was pretty obvious to you, very much like a giant wave washing over you, sweeping away some of your life and leaving you in a completely new state. But like any huge wave, it’s impossible to know just how it has altered you until it’s over and you’ve had a moment to take it all into your heart. You know THAT you’ve shifted, and you’re about to realize HOW.
Those relationships turn out to be FAR more important to you than you ever dreamed they would be. - Stephanie Azaria
Taurus- someone close or intimate with you may have hurt you in the past. As you learned to be alone and learn to do things because YOU deserve it, this experience has matured you. It has brought a great change among you- but it also has for this important person in your life as well. You know this meeting or reunion was bound to happen, for anything left undone or unsaid, will eventually come back in time. Now is the right time Taurus, and it is time to address the issues you may have had with this person… now that you are stronger and have had the time to think and review. Do not fear though. You will realize how much you’ve both grown this week, and the correct decision will be made once you both sit and talk about any remaining conflicts at hand.
+ the inability or struggle to say “no”, because disobedience meant punishment and you are used to being directed all the time
+ being unable to emotionally relate with your family (especially parents, if they are the abuser). concurring thoughts of “i won’t care if THEY die”, or “they won’t care if I die”
+ always afraid/hesitant to confide in someone else about feelings or thoughts, because you are used to being neglected/dismissed when you talk about your feelings, constantly being replied with “get over it”. the consequence of this is that the emotions/feelings pile up inside over time and, when you reach the limit, you suddenly become self-destructive or imminently violent/emotional
+ however, when given the chance to CONFIDE about your feelings with freedom confidently, everything spills out, even if it’s with a stranger or with someone you have not been in contact for very long.
+ you always assume that the answer to every question/statement you say is “no”, even if you definitely know the person is very likely to say “yes”. you prepare for denial and disappointment and feel a huge wave of relief when they say “yes”.
+ being secretive about enjoyment/liking things, or being secretive in what you’ve done for the day, even if it’s not deemed “bad” or “illegal”.
+ simultaneously confused whether you have affection towards your parent(s) or you hate them whole-heartedly, despite knowing that they abuse you. the confusion stems from “well, they’re my parent, so i think they’re doing this because they love me”, though the thought is, of course, false
+ being scared that people will only take advantage of you, as your parents consequently thought of you as an object to benefit from, and not someone to love.
+ being easily attached to others, because you had no parental figure. this can lead you to being easily manipulated and you are very easily controlled. children under parental abuse are also more likely to have “chosen families”.
+ having an “escape plan” or “last resort” if you still live with your parents, just in case they do something worse to you, thinking up of elaborate plans to get out, how you’ll survive, where you’ll stay, etc.
+ being surprised learning that other parents are unlike your parents, and having to have someone/a source to tell you that what your parents are doing is abusive, and as a child you thought it was normal to be unhappy at home.
+ liking school or days out because that meant being away from your parents
+ developing emotional/personality disorders and distorted thinking
In that dark storm, I encountered a small ship. While pushing me forward, the ship said, “Can’t you see that light?” This wondrous ship, which never lost its way even in the darkness, danced its way across the huge waves. The ship didn’t resist the tides, instead it sailed ahead despite the strong headwinds. Then, the ship pointed out and said, “Look! There’s the light!”
When did the Arcade really become something? Was it before or after the Pinball machines became popular?
Arcades actually go back to the early 1900s in the US, where
they were called Penny Arcades, and while they had slot machines and pinball,
they also had things like love testers and Edison kinetiscopes where you could
watch a woman take her clothes off.
People are often surprised to hear that the pinball machine
didn’t have flippers until 1947 and they weren’t even at the bottom of the
playfield until the early 1960s. Pinball (at least in the form it currently
exists) is a lot newer than you think and is barely a decade older than the
arrival of video games. The original form of pinball was basically a game of
chance where a ball was dropped only to ding off metal pins at random and fall
down holes with different payouts, very much like the modern game of pachinko.
Because Pinball was for gambling, there was a huge moral
crusade against them in the early part of this century. On a personal note, my
grandma used to tell me to stay away from “hooch, wild women, and pinball”
(sorry Nani, I failed you on all three).
New York Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia declared war on pinball,
and vowed to smash every single pinball machine that existed. Technically,
pinball has only been legal in New York City since 1976.
What the Penny Arcades of the turn of the century actually had
to offer wasn’t quite as important as who visited them, who the audience
was for them: they were designed as cheap entertainment for the huge wave of
American immigrants in big cities who had a little bit of money to spend. A
major part of the reason movies were always a universal art form accessible to
everyone (as opposed to something like ballet or theater) is that they had
their origins with kinetiscope amusements consumed by immigrants in penny
arcades, along with the nickelodeons that showed things like sports reels for
boxing matches aimed at working class sports fans.
If I could be allowed a little digression, this is always
why something like “upscale” movie theater chains like the Alamo
Drafthouse make my skin crawl. Movies should be for the poor and for everyone,
not for people who can shell out $14 for a bad order of hot wings, or a
milkshake with wine in it. It’s a sinister sign of how wealth is massively
concentrated in our new gilded age that these upscale theater chains target a
shrinking percentage of the population with disposable income instead of the
impoverished masses. The selling point of upscale movie theaters is that they
automatically kick out anyone making noise, too, to create a “genteel” movie
experience free of riff-raff, which I think is the kind of snotty crap a bad
guy in a Rodney Dangerfield comedy would do. Recently, Alamo made waves for
having all female showings of Wonder Woman. I have nothing against
this idea (why would anyone be offended by this when you can see the movie in a thousand places?), but it comes off as phony grandstanding when done by a chain who’s
sole reason for existing is delivering an experience for
rich people. The living version of this image below:
Returning to the original point, the key thing to remember
about video games is this: in the beginning, they didn’t start off in the
arcades, but were marketed toward bars and bowling alleys. This is why the
marketing for these games in the early days was extremely adult. It kind of
reminds me of how, come 2007 or so, the discussion around the Nintendo Wii was
that it was a toy that could get you laid. Little by little, video games
started to creep into the arcades.
The tipping point where the momentum shifted toward video
games over pinball in the arcade was definitely Space Invaders in ’78, which
was so wildly successful it showed that arcade video games were here to stay,
and that they were a bigger moneymaker than the pinball machines were. There’s
a story that Japan had a shortage of the ¥100 coin because of Space Invaders, which unfortunately is just
too cool to be true, but it does go to show how it was a new cultural force that came in.
I’VE BEEN HOLDING THIS THEORY SINCE MONSTER REUNION CAME OUT LIKE.. 8 MONTHS AGO, SO PLEASE PARDON ME IF I GET TO HYPED.
Ok so first of all let’s see what got ton of gems corrupted…
Centi tells Stevo that everyone was running away from something, and after that, it was all noise… “You heard something. From the sky, a sound. A song? And then…”
And this is also further handled on “Same Old World” where Lapis shows that everyone was running in a hurry out of the earth and because of that they leaved her on earth trapped in the mirror.
That looks like a light, sure, a blinding light, but what got me is when Centipeedle CLEARLY talks about SOUND and not LIGHT.
In the same episode, Garnet talks about how “It’s sort of like if MC Bear-Bear didn’t tear the fabric of his arm, but the fabric of his mind.”, so the nuke (let’s call it like that so is easier kie?) wasn’t spreading a kind of virus or something that messes with their body structure, aka, their light.
Now, back to an episode, season 1B, first Stevenbomb, “The message”.
What’s so important about it? I think is a lil picky, but re-watching season one it really got my attention the way Amethyst reacted to The Wailing Stone
At first it was kind of just covering her ears and being a lil moody, but time passed and there was a point where she was getting desperate.
(weirdly, Garnet and Pearl seems kind of okay, but that may be because they are in general more resistant, i think)
And you see, for the ones who don’t know, sound is basically waves that travel through matter, a constant and loud sound can get to the point of physically hurting you.
Actually, one of the discovering that Nikola Tesla did was that, with vibrations, you could make something shake, and if it was constant and strong enough, it would break, it’s exactly what earthquakes do! and guess what, sound is, in fact, vibrations!.
Now, the most common experiment about this is putting some sort of glass and turning the volume slowly as loud as possible, after a moment the vibrations would be so much that it basically shatters.
What does this has to do with gem corruption? as I said before, sound needs MATTER to “travel around”, so OF COURSE they couldn’t make the bomb attack from space as a sound!, thats where the light makes the job.
You see, light is also waves that travel around, thing is, light doesn’t need a medium to travel, so Homeworld basically found a way to make a light explosion, turn it into sound, and attempt to shatter the gems in that way.
But how did they turned the light into sound? Waving stones.
You see, in Gem Hunt we get a pretty short view of what is possibly a HUGE waving stone.
Homeworld probably put them all around the world so they would make the sound travel without problem, the original waving stones where probably little and used to send messages from homeworld/space to earth (Like Lapis did),but then they found out that they could use it for shattering gems, their plan was basically use “vibrations to break glass” but in a massive way.
So, why didn’t the gems shattered? they… kind of did! Corruption is basically their “light forms” shattered, its like the noise didn’t exactly broke the gem, but broke the coding of the gem, corrupted it, like when someone messes with the data of a video game and it gets all glitchy! they shattered their data, their “brains”.
Of course, they didn’t literally SHATTERED them, but having in mind that Homeworld made the cluster experiments with Crystal Gems (As Garnet says explicitly) then it was probably a way to prove their weapons again. They basically used their enemies, the rebels, as lab-rats, to see if their massive weapon would work, just like the cluster.
Homeworld pretty much tortured the gems with a screeching, loud and constant sound long enough to shatter their light forms.
Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:
#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”
#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”
You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.
See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.
Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.
She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.
“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.
“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.
“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.
“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”
He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”
“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.
“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.
“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”
“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.
“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.
“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.
“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.
After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.
“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.
“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”
He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.
“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.
You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”
You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”
A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X
Fire - sit down and relax. Let pure universal energy enter through the top of your head and let it connect with your own life force. Once it’s connected and working together imagine a small flame spreading from the inside of you. It can start anywhere you’d like, the center of your stomach, your head, your palms, your legs, anywhere that feels comfortable. This is not a fire that destroys and burns, this is a pleasant fire that makes you feel loved and warm. Once you’ve set yourself on fire, once you’ve felt the flame all around and inside your body, slowly let it spread on the inside of your house. This can be done with a slow small flame, or a violent huge one. Just let everything burn, imagine the fires cleansing properties burning away all the nastiness inside your house. Imagine ashes flying everywhere, and all the negativity burning away into nothingness once it’s been touched by the flames.
Water - sit down and relax. Let pure universal energy enter through the top of your head and let it connect with your own life force. Once it’s connected and working together imagine yourself as a fluid body. See and feel the cool refreshing touch of water on your body. Feel the fluidity inside yourself. Then imagine huge water, huge waves, flooding your house, pushing everything it comes in contact with. Let it mess up your house. See this water, running from one door to another, flooding everything, and destroying everything just like a tsunami would. Imagine this pure, clean and clear water gathering all the negativity in itself, taking it away with her. When you’re done, imagine one window or more, or a door open in your house and let the water go away.
sit down and relax. Let pure universal energy enter through the top of your head and let it connect with your own life force. Once it’s connected and working together imagine huge roots bursting through your floor, intertwining all around your body. Once they’ve intertwined imagine them giving birth to flowers while all around you. Imagine these intertwined roots going all around the walls, the windows, your mirrors, your table, your bed. Imagine beautiful moist soil pouring out of the holes left by the roots. Imagine this soil filling up your house, gathering in itself all that is no longer needed and negative. Imagine transforming that negativity into something beautiful. Imagine the poisonous bad energies transforming into love and light inside the earth. Once they’ve transformed imagine this earth giving birth to more beautiful light green roots, leaves, and the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen. Let your whole house fill up with these beautiful flowers and roots, replenishing everything in your house. Feel the flowery scent all around you. When you’re done imagine all these roots and earth slowly going back into the whole where they came from, leaving everything intact but cleansed and fresh.
sit down and relax. Let pure universal energy enter through the top of your head and let it connect with your own life force. Once it’s connected and working together imagine violent winds forcing their way in your house through the window.
Imagine these winds entering and bursting through like a hurricane through your house. Even though they are violent, they are here to help and leave everything in a better place.They’re coming straight for you. They start whirling around you, you can feel it’s pleasant coolness on your skin.
You can hear the sounds of the wind.
They are so strong, yet so caring and pleasant. As they whirl harder and stronger around you, they lift you up in the air, whirling even harder than before. Now, imagine them turning to the rest of your house. Imagine them leaving a mess wherever they touch. All of your notebooks are in the air, your tarot cards are flying everywhere, your clothes go all around the place, your crystals fly from one wall to another. Let these fresh and cool winds clean your place. Once you’re done, imagine these winds leaving through the window they came from.
kept trying to make the juxtaposition post between Blue and Yellow Diamond
work, but I really needed a foundation before I started comparing their
characters. It was turning into a huge section for each character and less like
certain aspects of them were being analysed. It never turned out acceptable
enough to me, and I was taking longer and longer to write just one post. So I
decided to break it down (again) into a character analysis post for each
character, and I’ll be following up with their juxtaposition before talking
about PD’s shattering.
want to start with Blue Diamond first, if only because I’ve touched a little on Yellow Diamond
before . Blue Diamond is
a relatively new character in the show, in that her presence hadn’t been
confirmed until Steven’s Dream. Before that, all we had to go on were the Ziggurat
and Moon Base murals and Garnet’s story in The Answer.
is a very complex character. On the surface, she appears as a victim, a foil to
the “harshness” of Yellow Diamond (more on her in the next post). She is a very
visible and obvious embodiment of Homeworld’s humanity, that they too have been
hurt by the war and the conflict that underlay it. At the same time, though,
there is a
feeling of guilt about her that reveals she
wasn’t totally ignorant of the said conflict going on. Moreover, by her own
words, she has not only been dwelling in grief, but also has been searching for
Diamond then, is not a helpless mourner in distress and under duress. She is a
capable and intelligent ruler, trying—and failing—to put aside personal pain in
order to continue ruling. And that makes her similar to Yellow Diamond in more
ways than one. Like their civilisation, she is trying to heal but a focal point
of her healing is finding out what really happened the day PD was shattered.
The way she deals with her stress and sadness, as well as the way she interacts
with the gems around her, reveals a lot about her character. Let’s get to that.
1. BD dances the line between power and
is striking about BD is how she looks
like the quintessential ruler, a cross between the archetypes of mother goddess
and queen. She is altogether very regal and dignified. She speaks deliberately,
slowly compared to some of the other dialogue on the show. Combined with her
crisp diction, her words always feel weighty. One of my favourite instances is
her reply to Yellow Diamond in the Trial. YD almost annoyed asks whether
examining Blue’s palanquin is necessary and Blue quietly but firmly says,
“Isn’t it?” In that line, it was as if the room collectively held its breath,
and even YD paused for a moment.
Diamond possesses all of the attributes that we would normally associate with a
leader. Her presence, from her first appearance in The Answer, spoke of someone
who literally stood above others. Even while crying or angry she manages to
look elegant and composed. Like the classical leader, she is introduced not
with her generals but her Sapphire, analogous to leading with wisdom rather
than brute force.
picture of BD reaffirms the concept of a Diamond. In What’s The Use of Feeling
(Blue), Yellow Diamond reminds Blue how each gem has a role, and when she gets
to BD, she says the needs to be a leader. This is a very telling line, because
we begin to understand how the socio-political hierarchy is understood on
Homeworld. It isn’t a lie told by the Diamonds to placate lower-ranking gems in
society. They themselves fully believe in their role as rulers. They honestly
feel that “every gem in her place” is the only way for their civilisation to
“truth” becomes a huge limiter of the supposed power that comes from being the
unquestioned ruler of an empire. The Diamonds can technically do anything, but
they are situated in a particular context, embedded in particular social roles,
like any other character in the story. In the rigid social structure of
Homeworld, they are expected to lead. So they can do anything, in so much as
they do as leaders do. This explains why YD had to drop everything and run
after Blue in The Zoo and That Will Be All. Ideally, they can’t just do
anything they want because they are fully aware of the huge waves the ripples
of their actions will cause around them.
operative word here “ideal.” One thing to note is that all these rules are
enforced by a social structure. That
means social roles and expectations do blur and how to act within this
structure is largely informal. There probably aren’t written rules that say how
far behind a Diamond one should walk, when exactly a Pearl should speak, or how
much shoulder-punching is too much shoulder-punching among soldiers.
like ours, their society is governed by these informal rules as much as the
formal written laws. The Diamonds may have a formal set of responsibilities,
but so many other social factors intervene in the way they are perceived.
Things like power, class, and even height difference factor into how they are
perceived by other gems. This means that a structure in which everyone is
supposed to have a place, may not be as easily enforced, especially as gems go
higher up the social ladder. Discipline, particularly at the Diamond-level is
So it doesn’t mean they don’t break these unspoken rules—we’ve seen them arbitrarily
use their power when they’re upset or stressed. It so happens though, that in
the show so far, all we’ve seen them feeling is indeed upset and stressed.
idea that Blue is a powerful, at times unquestioned leader, is countered by how
crippled and paralysed she feels in the face of Pink Diamond’s shattering. Blue
has so much to offer gem-kind, not only as their leader, but also, as Peridot
pointed out in Message Received, someone with abilities that surpass those of
any other gem.
she is unable to fulfil her role. In her most vulnerable, while she’s on Earth,
she entrusted her safety to only her Pearl. For emphasis, Blue touched down on
a Homeworld-hostile planet with no guards, and no Sapphires. The only gem with
her was her Pearl. Given my old theory on PD’s shattering, and even the
theories floating around now, that whoever shattered PD would’ve had to be
close to her, it shows how exposed she is right now.
is a force, but she’s also presented as a character who is flowy, flexible,
rounded, and very sad. Were she the same size as the average gem, she would
appear weak, not a fighter, and unable to defend herself.
seems very much like the archetypal leader, the only Diamond we’ve seen hold
court and carry with her the formalities traditionally associated with leaders.
But she’s also immobilised by grief. There is a paradox in her looking so willowy
and bendable but deeply emphatic and firm about her beliefs, in this case, her
search for answers.
Blue we have a character seemingly transparent, showing everyone her tears and
her breakdowns, but at the same time so opaque, as she makes decisions behind
closed doors (or closed palanquin, as in The Answer) and has been searching for
answers with a resolve YD didn’t even know about.
Can you do an imagine where Cameron kisses you and is really touchy/clingy with you all the time and the guys tease him about it but you love it and think it’s cute? Thank you ilysm 💕💖
Hey love, Wondering if it was possible for you to write an imagine where you and Cameron have a heavy make out session where you give each other hickies, grind etc?
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The setting sun cast a golden glow across your eyes as the end of the day drew near. You sat on the edge of the pool, swishing your toes into the cool water as you watched Cameron mess around with the guys. He’d invited a bunch of them over; the Jack’s, Nash, and Aaron. The guys were tangled in the grass in a wrestling match that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and as they rolled through the greenery, you saw Cam’s head poke up to look at you. His big goofy grin spread across his face as he cheesed at you happily from across the garden, so you reciprocated the gesture. You heard him say something, and then untangle himself from the boys to come jog over to your side. He plopped down on the warm stone beside you, and dipped his own feet into the water.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said happily.
“Hey Cam,” you grinned, “having fun?”
“Mm,” he shrugged, “I think it’s more fun when I’m with you.”
He kicked his foot up, sending water droplets all over your legs, and looking pleased about it, too.
“Cameron!” you pouted and gave him a shove whilst you scooted away from him.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity,” he chortled.”Now come back here, I wanna hold you.”
You raised your head and threw him a glare, trying not to break your angry facade.
“I know you can’t stay angry at me,” he teased.
Your face melted into a smile as you scooted back to his side, “Well, you’re right.”
You put your feet back in the water, bending your head down to stare at the crystal ripples across the surface of the pool. You saw Cameron’s wavering reflection in the water, his eyes on you as he noticed a stray hair in your face that he tucked gently away behind your ear.
“You’re really beautiful, but I like you better when you’re not just a reflection,” he said, signalling that he wanted your attention.
You giggled and raised your head, turning to lock eyes with Cameron. His big brown eyes held yours, his bronzed skin glowing under the light of the sun as he wrapped a warm arm around your waist. He bit at his round lower lip, his thumb gently caressing your back, but he only brought himself close enough to you that small gap lay between your mouth and his.
“Fine well if you’re not gonna kiss me,” you joked and pretended to pull away, causing Cameron to pull you forward and laugh into your lips. You brought your arms into a lock around his neck, Cameron’s hands holding your face to his as he molded his warm and soft lips gently into yours. He smelled like the freshly cut grass and he tasted like heaven, so much so that you found your chests pressed together, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him for more.
Suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud whistle, and out of nowhere a huge wave of water crashed over you and Cam. You stuttered and pulled your lips from his, wiping the water out of your eyes and turning to face four smug faced boys in the pool. The Jack’s, Aaron and Nash whooped at you from the water, “Sorry, did we interrupt you?” they called sarcastically.
You stuck your tongue out at them and folded your arms, “At least I have someone to kiss right now.”
Johnson shook out his blonde hair like a dog and swam at you, his hands grabbing at your exposed legs, “Say it again,” he dared.
Cameron kicked at Johnson’s shoulder with his own foot, “C’mon, give it a rest.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Can’t keep your hands off her for five minutes can you?”
“Don’t you get sick of him?” laughed Gilinsky.
Nash swam to the poolside and plopped down right between you and Cam, forcing you apart.
“Guys,” you smiled, eyeing Cameron, who’s cheeks were flared in embarrassment.
“I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d left Cameron for one more minute,” said Johnson.
“He was all over you, (Y/N),” Aaron added.
“I like him like that,” you smirked and extended your hand to Cam, who stared at it questioningly.
Nash grabbed your hand before he could take it, and laced his fingers right into yours. “Awh, look, we’re holding hands,” he sung out at Cameron.
Aaron and the others began swimming towards Cameron at the same time.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” you asked them.
“Stop,” Cameron hissed as Nash pushed him towards the water, the other boys dragging him down.
“Ca-” you started, but he just shook his head at you and let himself be tossed into the water with his shirt on.
When he came up, all the boys had exploded into laughter.
You threw them a glare and kicked Nash back into the water to shut him up.
Cameron hoisted himself out of the water, and began to slink away.
“Babe, wait up,” you called, offering him your dry towel. You were in your bikini, but you’d dried off a while ago, so you stuck your hand out, and Cameron took it halfheartedly.
He tossed off his soaked shirt and looked himself over, “at least I had my swim shorts on.”
You pursed your lips and nodded, sighing a bit, “Sorry Cam.”
Cameron wrapped the plush white towel around himself, “Not your fault.”
He ran a hand through his brown-golden hair until he had it in place again, his deep brown eyes resting back on yours.
You smiled a bit and ran your fingers through his wet locks, “stray hair,” you smiled.
Cam chuckled sadly, his smile forced.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked. “Please tell me those guys aren’t getting to you.”
Cameron flicked his tongue across his lips, his eyes flickering back to the guys, who were all watching you both.
“Oh come on, babe,” you laughed.
“They won’t stop getting on me being like this about you,” he sighed in frustration.
“I don’t mind, it’s cute” you said.
“But they piss me off so much,” he glared at them.
Your fingers grasped his jaw, making him look at you, “I love you so much,” you smiled wide.
“Am I too clingy?” he responded quietly, his eyes searching your face.
“I could never get enough of you,” you breathed seriously.
His lips twitched, “Your like a drug, (Y/N)”
You folded yourself into his arms, pecking him once, twice, three times. The water droplets sparkling on Cameron’s rippled chest were snuffed out by your skin on his. You moved your face from his, but his hand snapped up, bringing you back into his sugar sweet lips, his breath hot on your face as he paused for air before swooping back down on your mouth. You nipped at his lower lip, your eyes closing, hands moving to his soft hair and letting the sensation of his smooth lips pressing firmly to yours take you away. Cameron tilted his head, crashing his lips to yours for more, his tongue finding its way into your mouth easily. Your tongue slid between Cam’s lips, both your tongue’s fighting for dominance, a low growl rumbling hungrily within Cameron’s throat. You moaned quietly into him, your nails grabbing at his hair, his grip on you unbreakable.
It was Cameron who let go, his chest rising heavily, his lips satisfyingly raw. He brought his hands down onto your curved hips, a smile growing on his face.
“You know they’re all watching us?” you asked.
“Of course,” he smiled and turned you away from the boys, his lips finding your jaw. You bent into him, aware that every second he satisfied you, his eyes were right on the embarrassed boys in the pool. He groaned into your skin, sucking and nibbling at your jaw until he’d left his mark. You let the primal instinct in you take over, your back hitting the wall of the house and closing the space between your bodies. He wasn’t done with you yet, though. You bent your head to the side, Cameron’s hot lips back at your exposed neck and drawing noises of satisfaction from you. His body glued to yours, he held you pinned there, and began to grind his body gently into you, the rhythm of his body on yours matching the pace at which he worked his mouth on your skin. Flustered and aroused, he detached his lips from your neck, leaving noticeable purple marks across your flesh. You sighed in satisfaction, nuzzling your head into the crook of Cameron’s neck, one of his hands wrapped tight around your waist, the other holding your head to his sun kissed skin. Cameron ran his fingers through your tangles, dropping a kiss on the top of your head and lifting his head to the distanced boys, who stared dumbfounded at him, drool practically hanging from their open mouths. He threw them a smug expression and momentarily raised his hand to give them all the finger.
“We should go inside,” Cam mumbled faintly into your skin.
“Why?” you asked, raising your eyes to his mischievous ones.
“Because what I’m about to do to you would not be appropriate for the guys to see,” he chuckled.