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Eternal - Part Ten

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism, drinking blood, smut, fingering (f! receiving)

WC: 2967

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The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin, and you stretched like a cat on the large bath towel you had found and laid in the grass. The humidity had broken with a boisterous storm the night before, bringing the temperatures down to a balmy eighty-two degrees. It was a rare day lately that the heat was tolerable, and you’d made sure to get your fill of the sun while you could. You were oscillating between your front and back, cracking open a book Jake had suggested the night before to pass the time as you waited for your skin to soak up the sun.

“Don’t you have work to do?” Danny chided jokingly, taking in the view of you laying on the large towel in the grass. You smiled at him, waving your hand in the air to dismiss the thought. You glanced up at him, his yellow shorts nearly glaring in the sun.

“The house is spotless, I have steaks marinating in the fridge for dinner and I’m going to enjoy this wonderful, sun filled day.” you responded. The timer on your phone went off, and you raised your upper body from the towel, grabbing your suntan lotion and holding out to the tall man in front of you. “Danny, could you get my back?” Danny nodded, taking the bottle from you and squirting some into his hand as you flipped over, laying face down on the towel. You heard Danny kneel down next to you, and the sound of his hands rubbing together before they touched your skin. The small shriek that escaped your lips from the cold lotion on your warm skin echoed across the estate. “That’s so cold!”

“I tried to warm it up!” Danny laughed, running his hands across your back. He put a little pressure in his touch, rubbing into the muscles of your shoulders as he rounded them.

“That feels good.” you sighed, not realizing how tense your muscles had been recently. Danny continued to round your shoulders, digging in a little deeper every time now. You hummed into your towel, enjoying the relaxation. His hands moved down your back, taking their time as he rubbed the muscles under the string of your bathing suit top, trailing down to just above the hem of your bottoms. A small, quiet moan rumbled in your throat as his fingertips just grazed below them before they were pulled away.

“I think you’re properly protected from harmful UV rays now.” he cleared his throat. You propped yourself up on your elbows, flushing with slight embarrassment with how you’d gotten carried away. He gently placed the bottle of lotion by your side and stood up quickly, excusing himself back to the house. You bit your bottom lip laying back down and soaking up the suns rays as you felt the sinking weight of confusion in your stomach.

From the moment you formally met him, Danny had become a confidant to you. Someone who you spent your waking hours with, talking with, bonding with. Though now you knew he was as old as the vampires in the home, Danny was one of the more normal and grounding pieces of your life. You found yourself looking forward to starting your day with him, drinking your coffees at the island in the kitchen, quietly waking up with every sip. You had to admit to yourself that the contented hums he made while sipping his coffee made your heart flip, just a little.

Feeling his hands on your body just then felt amazing, but you had to consider, were you just touched starved? Since you’d kicked Josh out of your room nearly a week ago, you had barely seen him. He hadn’t even visited for blood, and the last you had seen of him, he was looking paler than usual. When you had asked Danny, he seemed more than happy to explain it was from lack of feeding. It made you feel guilty, in a way, that he was suffering, but the minimal conversation you’d had with him still left room for more clarity.

You laid out for a while longer, but you couldn’t concentrate on the words in the book any longer. A buzzing sound startled you, and you lifted up the towel to take out the burner style phone Jake had given you.

“Josh would prefer that if you’re adamant about leaving the house, we have a way to contact you.” he rolled his eyes, handing you the small phone. “Apparently Danny doesn’t answer texts quickly enough to his liking.” you curiously went through the contacts, only seeing the four of them. “We’re all in there. That one,” Jake tapped the screen, pulling up his own contact. “is that one you call for a good time.” your face blushed and you couldn’t look up him.

“Jake,” you huffed. “What is it with you brothers?”

“Just because we all get along, doesn’t mean we don’t covet what the other has.”

When you checked the screen, it was a message from Josh.

‘Come to the library.’

Sighing, you slowly got up from your towel, adjusting your swimsuit pieces as you bent back down and picked up your things, tucking them under your arm as you padded back into the manor. You decided to take your time, going to your room and changing in to a light sundress, something to keep cool as your skin held in the suns heat.

The sun was now mostly set as you left your room, heading towards the library, and you could tell the rest of the residents were awake now, seeing the youngest leaving his own room.

“Someone got some sun, today.” Sam sauntered down the hallway in your direction, casually reaching out towards you and letting his fingertips graze your face as he continued on his path. “Looking good, pet. But next time, feel free to lay out naked. Those tan lines are going to be garish.” you rolled your eyes as he let out a small whistle and you kept walking towards the study. You let yourself in, closing the door behind you softly. Josh was standing rigid by the window, hands behind his back, staring out into the night.

“Do you know what this window shows me?” he asked, his tone cool. You felt small as he continued to gaze through the glass. “Answer me.”

“It looks over the backyard.” you answered, your voice hushed as you backed against the doors behind you.

“That it does.” he nodded. “I couldn’t sleep today…I was restless. I came here to read and relax, and then I heard you scream.” you sucked in a quiet breath. You knew where this was going. “I thought something was wrong, I rushed to the window to see where you were, if I could save you and still protect myself. And what do I find?” you stayed silent, biting the tip of your tongue between your teeth. “I find you and Danny, with his hands all over your body.”

“He was just putting suntan lotion on my back.” you mumbled quietly. Josh’s head whipped towards you and he clenched his jaw, suddenly he was right in front of you.

“I may not have been able to enjoy the warmth of the sun in a few centuries, but I’m aware a liberal application of sunscreen doesn’t take ten minutes, and doesn’t cause women to emit sounds one should only hear in private.” In the blink of an eye, you were sat on the edge of the desk, his hands gripping your hips through your sundress. You gasped as his lips sucked a harsh mark against your shoulder and you gripped his shoulders. “Did you enjoy it, love? Did you like Danny’s hands on your body?” Josh let his own hands trail from your hips to your thighs, fingertips slipping beneath your skirt as he awaited your answer.

“Josh, please,” you shuddered, eyes falling closed at the feeling his hands inch closer and closer to the hem of your panties.

“Answer me.” he demanded again. You whined softly as his lips and tongue dragged over your collarbone. “I won’t ask again.”

“Yes.” you breathed out. “Yes, I enjoyed it.” Josh’s hands left your skin and your eyes opened. He stared at you for a few moments before taking your chin in his hand, regarding you carefully.

“If you’re craving touch, I’m more than happy to satisfy.” his hand left your jaw, his index finger starting a journey down your throat, between your breasts and down your stomach. “Should I remind you who brought you here? Who made you see stars from other galaxies?”

“Maybe you should.” you replied, letting your legs fall open as he slowly pushed up the hem of your dress. You didn’t know what happened when Josh had you like this, but your confidence soared and you found your voice to talk back. “If you don’t, I’m sure Sam would have no problem with doing so. You should’ve seen the way he looked at me when I was on my way in here.” As quickly as your voice ceased, you were on your back, Josh having pushed up your skirt to your hips. He let his fingertips run along the waistband of your panties now, toying with it as you caught your breath.

“I’ve had just about enough of your smart mouth.” Josh ground out, yanking on the fabric in his hand, tearing it and letting it fall from you. “I should’ve drained you dry the moment I met you.” you opened your mouth to reply, but only a moan came out as his thumb found your clit, tapping it a few times with a smirk on his lips before slowly circling it, making you squirm below him. “It’s funny you mention Sam. He’s been begging for a taste of you since you got here.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the idea of another vampire feeding from you. You licked your lips, arching your back slightly as Josh’s thumb pressed more firmly against your flesh in his dedicated circles.

“Would you like that, love?” Josh hummed, leaning over you to press a kiss between your breasts that were threatening to spill out from the thin cotton fabric covering them. “To be shared with my brothers?” your mind went to Sam’s flirtations with you since you’d arrived, his half-empty promises of pleasure at his fingertips, and Jake’s silent, hungry looks. How Danny’s hands felt earlier while rubbing the lotion into your back. You could feel your thighs beginning to quake while Josh sped up his movements, chuckling under his breath, the warm air from his mouth creating goosebumps across your skin.

“Y-yes,” you stammered out when he freed one of your breasts from the sundress, nipping the side of it softly and licking the minuscule drops of blood that beaded there. “Oh fuck,”

“If you thought I was rough the other night,” Josh murmured against your flesh, letting his middle and index finger of his occupied hand swirl around in your wetness and plunge into your core at a rapid pace. “You should see the state of the women that leave Jake’s bed chambers. He’s a brute. I think once I heard a bone crack, and I can assure you, it wasn’t one of his.”

You were gripping onto the edge of the desk above your head now, writhing and raising your hips with every thrust of Josh’s hand, chasing the high that was barreling towards you at light speed. You could feel your nails digging into the lacquer on the wood, scraping it as you thought about the bruises his twin could leave on your body.

“You’d be just a plaything for Sammy.” Josh sighed softly, a mocking, heartbroken look in his eyes. “He just teases and teases…he drove one of his lovers to madness once. The poor soul was locked in an asylum until their death. Many more were left on the brink. The only commitment he cares for is involuntary and as long as he gets his pleasure, he’ll leave you in whatever state of mind.”

You squeezed your eyes shut biting your bottom lip, trying not to let in the idea of Sam’s breath hot in your ear, whispering teasing phrases under his breath as he brought you closer and closer to release take over.

“As for me, my love,” Josh’s free hand wrapped around your throat, dragging your upper body up from the table, the new angle of your hips rocketing you closer and closer as he curled his fingertips, brushing and pressing against the sweet spot inside of you. “You will always be my first priority.” a whimper left your throat as your hips bucked into Josh’s hand, the gaze he had you locked in heated your body through, your blood hot and rushing through your veins.

One of your hands latched onto his wrist, keeping his hand on your neck as the other scratched against the desk surface, leaving marks in their wake as your orgasm crashed over you. You tossed your head back, crying out as Josh shook your hand loose, moving his to the back of your head and leaning in, biting into the skin where your neck and shoulder met. You could feel the streams of warm blood trickle out around his lips and down your chest as you rode your high, grinding down onto his hand, arching your chest into his and trying to pull yourself closer.

“Holy fuck, Josh!” you moaned as you felt him pull from you until you were cusping on light-headedness. He pulled away from you after licking the puncture wounds clean, taking his fingers from you as well and slowly inserting them into his mouth. You watched him lick his digits clean, before wiping your blood from his lips and chin with those same fingers and repeating the action again.

“Did I satisfy your craving for touch, mon petit?” Josh asked softly when he was through, his wet, sticky hand grasping your chin softly. Your eyes were hooded and you nodded lazily. “Good.” he pressed a kiss to your lips as he shifted, lifting you into his arms. The trudge to your bedroom was slow, more for your dizzy sake than his, and you hid your face in his neck, but soon you were sat on the sink in your ensuite bathroom, a warm washcloth dabbing on your skin. The cream colored fabric was tinged pink as Josh softly buffed away the stains on your skin.

“Did any get on my dress?” you asked quietly, and Josh chuckled.

“A little.” the washcloth trailed down to neckline, dabbing there. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“But I like this one.” you argued gently, a smirk tugging the corner of your lips. Josh let the damp rag rest between your breasts as his other hand cupped your face and kissed you again.

“Then I’ll send it to the best dry cleaner money can buy. And if they can’t get it out, I’ll kill them for you, how does that sound?” you hummed at his words against your lips, knowing he was only half-joking about the last part.

“Sounds like too much work. Just buy a new one, then.” you pressed a smaller kiss to his lips and let him resume cleaning. Once he was satisfied with your skin being cleaned, he stood you up, pulling the dress over your head and tossing it towards the hamper, picking you back up and carrying you back into your bedroom. He flitted about the room, bringing back clothes from your dresser, a soft pair of cotton shorts and an old, oversized t-shirt he slid over your body effortlessly. He tucked you under the large duvet, brushing the hair back from your face, as you head weighed down the soft pillow.

“Rest, my love.” he purred, your eyelids falling shut before you could stop them.

“I have to cook dinner.” you protested softly, your body refusing to stir the slightest bit under the blankets. “The steaks.”

“Jake will cook tonight.” Josh informed you. “You rest. I’ll make sure to save yours for you when you wake up.” you hummed as you drifted off, Josh’s voice becoming more and more distant.

“You will be my first priority.” you heard it echoing around you, Josh’s voice on the wind. You spun around in the darkness, trying to find him. Your stomach dropped when you began to realize you were in another dream. It’d been so long since you’d had one, your guard was down.

“He lies,” a deeper, raspy voice boomed from behind you, making you spin again. A pair of red, glowing eyes were a few feet from you. You tried to scream but no sound came out, you kept trying but only a gurgling noise emitted from your throat. You placed a hand on your neck, feeling wetness. Pulling your hand away, you could tell even in your limited sight that the liquid coating your fingers was blood. “He lies to you, child.”

You shook your head, protesting. You knew the voice was talking about Josh, and though your gut was still unsure of his true feelings for you, you refused to believe the deeper voice. The wind picked up and swirled, the smell of ash and smoke infiltrating your nostrils. Your throat burned, and you looked back up to the red eyes in the distance, seeing a sinister, fanged grin highlighted beneath them.

“I am coming for you, child.” you felt a shiver run down your spine. In a split second, whatever it was rushed towards you, making you erupt in a silent scream as a force hit your body, knocking you to the ground and into total darkness once again.

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M/M friends to - not really enemies but kinda - to lovers

Summary: Lately Jake and Danny have been struggling to get along, to say the least. With tensions between the bandmates reaching an all-time high, Josh and Sam force the other boys to decompress and hopefully rekindle a strained friendship...they might get more than they bargained for.

Content Warnings: Not much yet - some adult language, angst

Word Count: 1.2k

CHAPTER ONE

“Stop, stop, stop!” Jake roared, clearly frustrated, as his palm slid across the cool metal strings of his cherry-red Gibson, effectively muting the noise. His face was flushed as he shot a look from bandmate to bandmate, waiting to be acknowledged. Josh’s warm, soprano voice came to a warbled halt, like a sad songbird unable to finish its tune, and Sam sighed heavily as his fingers abandoned his bass, subsequently crossing his arms. Danny simply rolled his eyes as he spoke,

“What is it now, dare I ask?”

“Oh, nothing,” Jake replied sarcastically, speaking as if it hadn’t been Danny asking the question, “Just Danny here missing the first cue and then consistently leaving the kick pedal up against the bass drum after hitting it. It’s echoing, it’s extra loud, and it’s drowning out the melody.”

Danny scoffed.

“If you knew anything about drumming you’d know that it’s an actual technique called ‘burying the beater’, and it’s supposed to be loud, to add depth. I think that the accent notes really add something to this song or I wouldn’t be doing it. Your playing doesn’t have to be the center of attention all the time, Jake.”

“No one said I was trying to be the center of attention!” Jake said indignantly.

“Coulda fooled me,” Danny chided coolly.

Josh and Sam looked at each other, unsure of whether or not to interject. The tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Something had changed after the last tour ended, and writing the new album had brought with it a slew of arguments between Jake and Danny during rehearsals. The two men had been fast friends since Danny joined Greta Van Fleet, and this kind of behavior wasn’t typical at all - lately they’d had more creative differences than ever before and there’d been endless bickering between them. In all their past experiences such differences were usually able to be easily worked out with a combination of compromise and the passage of time, but this time it was all just building and building and heading towards an inevitable explosion.

“Children!” Josh finally said sharply, beckoning towards the door. “I think that we’ve all had enough for today. Drinks, anyone?”

“Thank god,” Danny muttered, letting his sticks fall unceremoniously to the floor and running a hand through his mop of chocolate brown curls. “I could use a fucking drink.”

“At least we agree on something,” Jake said.

Everyone piled into Josh’s Jeep and off they went to a bar they frequented on the east side of town - the Fox Bar & Cocktail Lounge. It was classy and dimly lit, almost with a speakeasy vibe to it, and it had become their stomping ground post-rehearsal. Upon arriving inside they each settled onto a black leather stool at the bar - Jake and Danny noticeably distanced themselves a seat or two away from both each other and the other two men - and wasted no time getting what they came for. They hardly even had to say anything; the bartender was there most nights, and knew them well.

“What can I get for you, sugar?” she asked sweetly, speaking to Josh. “The usual for all of you?”

He nodded, and she obliged. Salty dog for Josh, margarita with lime for Sam, whiskey neat for Jake, and rum and coke for Danny. They were creatures of habit.

Josh and Sam nursed their drinks, huddled together on their barstools, ignoring the rather icy and distant presence of their bandmates sitting in their respective corners. Sam swirled a cocktail stirrer around in his drink, a look of contemplation displayed on his face.

“What do you think’s up with them?” he asked quietly.

“I wish I knew,” Josh answered as he took a long swig of his drink, letting the glass clatter onto the polished wooden countertop. “It’s enough to drive a man absolutely mad.”

“Right,” Sam agreed. “It’s like they can’t even get along long enough for us to finish even one song. It isn’t like them.”

“No it isn’t,” Josh agreed, polishing off his salty dog and raising his hand to the bartender, a silent indication that he wanted another.

“Can we just shove them in a closet, lock the door, and let them fight it out?” Sam joked.

Josh let out a loud, bellowing laugh at the thought of that scenario - he envisioned the two men, a staunch size difference between them, crammed in a small, dark closet and blindly throwing punches at each other like rock ‘em sock ‘em robots.

“Hmm…you might be onto something, little brother.”

“Fantastic. I’ve always wanted to lock Daniel in a closet as revenge for all the times he’s gotten away with picking on me just because he’s bigger.”

Josh chuckled again.

“Sorry to rain on your parade, but no one is locking anyone in a closet.”

Sam responded with an overdramatic pout.

“But it might do them some good to spend some time alone. Not as bandmates, but as friends. To remember what all of this is actually about in the first place.”

“There’s no way they’ll go for that,” Sam said.

“They won’t have a choice.”

“You want us to WHAT?” Jake said incredulously. They had left the bar and were all gathered in Josh’s living room - a wide open space with vaulted ceilings and ample windows, filled with plush couches, decorative pillows, ornamental vases and eclectic wall art. Jake sat on a beige armchair in the corner of the room, legs crossed, a clear look of disbelief in his eyes.

“You heard me,” Josh said calmly from the spot where he sat cross-legged on an oversized cushion on the floor. He was always the levelheaded one, even in times of stress. “I think you and Danny need to take some time away to work out whatever it is that’s going on between you two.”

“And you and Sam came up with this brilliant idea?” Danny asked as he glared intensely at Sam, his deep brown eyes fierce with emotion. “Do you want me to rip all of my hair out?”

“I’d never want anything to happen to a single beautiful hair on your head, Daniel,” Sam said, “but you’re driving me insane, and something needs to be done or we’ll never finish a song ever again. I’m not ready for retirement.” His dry sense of humor shone through, and usually Danny appreciated it, but not today. Today, it just further fueled the fire.

“I refuse to be stuck anywhere alone with this know-it-all,” Jake huffed, crossing his arms.

“Oh, I’M the know-it-all?” Danny said with a raised voice, the blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Gentlemen,” Josh said loudly, clearing his throat. “To clear things up, you’re both know-it-alls, and what I said stands.”

“You can’t just tell me what to do!” Jake exclaimed.

“Maybe not,” Josh replied, unlocking his phone and raising it so that everyone could see the Airbnb reservation on the screen, “but I already booked you a cabin in the mountains for the weekend and it’s nonrefundable. Do you want to have wasted my money?”

At that Jake and Danny groaned in unison.

"Pack your bags, boys," Josh grinned. "You leave first thing in the morning."

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POV: Scrolling through Steve Harrington’s camera roll

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so here’s something i never figured out when i first read the sandman comics as a teenage girl, but which consuming the netflix show as a grown man is making extremely clear:

why the Corinthian is like that.

and it’s brilliant! it’s really cool. so in a series absolutely crammed full of very realistic queer representation– lesbians and bisexuals and trans people of all kinds!– you have morpheus stating outright that nightmares are meant to teach and challenge dreamers, by bringing subconscious fears to light, where they can be faced and overcome.

and the Corinthian has mouths for eyes. he devours eyes. he eats what people use to look at him like that, and what he used to look at people consumes them.

and he’s gay, he is a creature made by and for gay men, by personal preference all his victims are gay men, and being gay can be fucking terrifying. his eyes are mouths that eat those eyes that don’t look away from him in time, because he is the absolute mortal terror of knowing that the gender you’re attracted to–your own gender!–is extremely likely to kill you for looking at them. decades, centuries, of men looking at men and knowing this could kill them. eyes meeting eyes and wondering if this ends with the man you can’t stop looking at coming and kissing you or coming and killing you. in the eighties there was AIDS and there were more queers than ever coming out and saying ‘no, we’re here, look at us, we’re dying, look at us, we’re alive anyway, look at us.’

you’re gay in a world where that’s not okay. do you close your eyes? do you pull them out? you like to look at men. you can’t stop looking at men. you love them and they scare the hell out of you. some of them might love you. some of them will kill you. you keep looking. who’s looking back at you? can you survive it?

the Corinthian is that nightmare. and he’s perfect.

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NASA Data Sonification: Black Hole Remix

In this sonification of Perseus. the sound waves astronomers previously identified were extracted and made audible for the first time. The sound waves were extracted outward from the center. (source)

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i run around like a fraggle

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the poets but aussie and lifeguards

todd is a transfer lifeguard from a place further north and the newest there ! he's the sweet but shy lifeguard and that, unfortunately for him, attracts him a lot of attention.

he's the only one that children will talk to when they're lost. lost children love him sm and he just ends up with a lil kid on his hip until they can find any parents. on one occasion, a child bit knox when he tried to give poor todd's arms a break.

for minor injuries or stings, he's pretty good for them. todd's just kind of got that comforting (nervous) energy that soothes ppl when he does first aid.

he's also one of the strongest swimmers bc he's from an area with stronger currents and waves !

neil is one of the favourite lifeguards, he's always smiling and checking up with ppl and everyone loves him. him and charlie started a long time ago and they're still going strong as a loveable duo.

he's probably the best surfer out of the poets and loves to put on shows for the public while he's on break, and he also does the most surfboard rescues.

ppl tend to go up to him for help with directions or to report anything bc he's very approachable and has a smile most of the time.

cameron is known for most frequently working in the tower, he uses the goggles and scans the beach or takes any calls. he's more strict but is definitely able to make a joke when it's needed.

to be honest, they would all be left for dead without cam bc he's constantly at work in the tower, and ready at the radio at a moments notice. he calls the police or paramedics in more serious cases.

cam is also the person to go to for first aid and handles both non-serious (when todd is busy) and serious cases in the tower after he calls in emergencies.

he also loves marine biology and somehow it lead him here, so he loves anything to do with the animals in the water.

charlie is one of the oldest lifeguards and definitely among the most popular, he's funny and charming ! he loves swimming and the jet-ski more than anything.

he's most commonly doing patrol or going out on the jet-ski but it's honestly more usual to find him with his feet up in the tower, flirting messing with cameron.

he's known for being the mastermind behind most of the pranks and he spares no one.

meeks is probably one of the most chill lifeguards but always quick on his feet, he spends his time either repairing any equipment or helping out cameron in the watchtower.

he's helpful as well due to his varied language skills so anyone that is struggling with their english can usually be directed to him.

he and pitts use their radios constantly, even when they are in the same room and it drives cam up the walls he hates it sm.

meeks also shares cameron's love of marine life so when they're chilling inside there's a constant stream if chatter apparently.

pitts is more of an awkward lifeguard, known for his banter on the radio and his love for surfing ! he occasionally teaches younger kids or inexperienced surfers when he has free time but he's overall rlly dedicated.

he's most commonly found on the buggy patrolling and ready at a moments notice. he's quiet however, and won't rlly go up to ppl until they go to him.

he likes to chat w todd (when children drag him along to the surfing class) and they're both rlly chill together.

he's the best w coffee runs and the poets would be dead without him

knox is known as the worst flirt ever known to lifeguards, and he won't hesitate to flirt with girls (and occasionally guys) when he's not doing anything.

he had a "thing" for one of the volunteer lifeguards, chris, when she was volunteering one summer but she rejected him enough times that they're just strictly platonic friends and occasionally go surfing together.

overall, he's himbo. he's definitely trying his best and he's pretty harmless but it's always entertaining for the other lifeguards when they see him trying and failing to flirt with beach goers.

he might also get pretty excited to challenge chris' ex boyfriend, chet, to a race or catching the bigger waves whenever he shows up.

mr keating is the oldest lifeguard there and he's meant to be retired by now but he's here to supervise. him and cameron man the tower together.

he's team dad and they boys would all die for him. he's the supportive figure for them but can and will keep them in shape ! he's the bane of todd's existence as he constantly makes him do drills (and the boys love it bc they get time off to watch)

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