NOTE: This is a bit different and y'all may not like it but I love working on different ideas, kinda like big brother mixed with love & hiphop

Y/N tapped her leg anxiously as the head of household read off the final results. Seven other people sat around her waiting nervously. The host waited for them to read the results from the live stage.

Y/N sat at the far end of the couch. Central Cee sat across from her. Next to him was, Ryan, a professional football player. An Asian girl, Emily sat next to him, she was a model. Next to Y/N was a radio host, Harlem. Allen, the chef, sat closest to their friends on the chopping block. Alyssa a social media influencer bit her lip waiting. And Rome who was a engineer pushed his glasses on her face.

Makayla the r&b singer and Bobby the soccer player were up for eviction.

"We vote to evict Makayla." The head of household, Roxanne, said flipping her blonde hair.

Y/N cursed under her breath, "Shit."

Makayla's head fell and her box braids flipped over her chest. Y/N was the first to hug her friend and closest ally in the game, "Bro, I can't believe your leaving."

Makayla held Y/N's hand as they moved toward the bedrooms. Her bags were already packed, "What's done is done."

Y/N felt like crying but there were too many cameras around, "I can't be the only black girl left."

Makayla grabbed her suitcase, "You still have Harlem."

"That nigga be sucking and jiving for them," Y/N whispered, the walls were thin and she had to be careful.

"Don't trust anybody in here, Y/N. I'm expecting you to win." Makayla told her as she dragged herself to the door that led to the live stage.

Y/N felt tears pool into her eyes, "Bye Makayla. I'll see you on the outside." Y/N told her as Makayla hugged her one last time.

Their other rivals looked at their interaction with jealousy. Y/N waved at Makayla as she left the house one final time ignoring the rest of the group. Y/N sighed as everyone went back to normal. Eviction week was over and she had survived.

Confessional Booth: Y/N

Y/N sat in the soundproof room looking into the camera. She cleared her throat, "I hate that Makayla left. She was the most real thing ever. And the only other black girl. We had the same interest. Now I'm stuck with them. I mean our alliance is still tight but people think I'm alone."

A knock on the door sounded. Y/N scrunched her face up, "Occupied."

Central Cee popped his head in flashing a smile. Y/N's face lit up as she waved him inside. He looked over his shoulder before entering. He gave her a tight hug, "I'm sorry about Makayla."

She blushed when he kissed her cheek, "They backdoored us."

He nodded, "I tried to warn her but she didn't listen to me. She didn't even play for her safety."

Y/N tapped her chin, "Why did Roxanne wanna take her out?"

Oakley brushed a few stray strands from Y/N's face, "I think she's on to the secret alliance."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Aight, the secret alliance needs to talk then. Get outta here before they see you."

She smiled pushing his chest. Oakley grabbed her hand puckering his lips. Y/N kissed his lips a few times before he snuck out. Y/N blushed shaking her head. She turned to the confessional booth camera, "Oh shit is this still on?"

Confessional Booth: Y/N Session Over

Y/N listened to the host state the rules for their next competition, "Alright house guests. For this challenge you must hang onto the bars until you're the last one standing. The bar will spin slightly every twenty minutes and the water below you will increase daily."

Everyone stood on their own colored platform in athletic attire. Y/N reached up to her yellow bar. Oakley eyed her from his green platform. He was obsessed with her and millions of viewers knew it.

"House guests, the game starts now. The last one standing will become the new head of household."

Everyone began hanging from the bars. The warm water at their feet began rising. Y/N knew this was a test of strength but also strategy.

Emily was the first to break, "Ugh, I can't do this."

Roxanne laughed, "Like the weakling you are."

Y/N cringed as Emily bowed her head in sadness.

Confessional Booth: Emily

Emily pulled down her shirt as she eyed the camera, "I fucking hate Roxanne. Her group stays dick-riding her too. But we have something in store for her."

Confessional Booth: Emily Session Over

An hour later, Bobby, Oakley, Y/N, Ryan, and Roxanne stood standing holding onto the bars for dear life. The water was up to their chests now.

Emily sat next to Alyssa, Rome, Allen, and Harlem. They all cheered the rest on. Ryan tried to readjust his aching wrist but fell into the water with a splash.

"Come on, Y/N you got this." Emily cheered as Ryan swam to the benches.

Confessional Booth: Alyssa and Ryan

The two friends giggled slightly. Ryan ran a hand through his wavy hair, "What do you think is gonna happen?"

Alyssa rubbed her caramel skin, "She's gonna eat shit."

Confessional Booth: Alyssa and Ryan Over

Bobby fell next. He cursed splashing water everywhere. Y/N closed her eyes trying to stay focused. Roxanne was bright red sensing her rivals narrow in on her. She panicked letting go of the bar.

"No!" She screeched feeling entitled.

Y/N took the opportunity to look at Oakley. Her arms shook as she felt herself letting go. She splashed into the water earning groans from the crowd.

The host came back on through the overhead speaker, "Congratulations. Your next head of household is Central Cee."

Confessional Booth: Y/N, Oakley, Alyssa, Ryan, Emily

"Yo! What's good?" Oakley spoke throwing up fake guns at the camera.

"We fooled them that's crazy!" Y/N wrapped her arms around Oakley.

Alyssa dropped her arm around Ryan's shoulder, "Secret alliance up one."

"She's going down." Emily smiled into the camera.

Confessional Booth: Y/N, Oakley, Alyssa, Ryan, Emily Session Over

The group stood in the living room passing out food. Allen was the chef and took control of feeding the group. Y/N stood with Alyssa chewing on her own food, "You know head of household has their own master bedroom upstairs."

Y/N eyed her friend, "So."

Alyssa raised an eyebrow, "Don't think I don't notice how he looks at you."

Y/N blushed. "The whole world sees us."

"You're only keeping it a secret because of Roxy."

"Roxanne will blow this bitch up if she knew I took her man." Y/N looked to her left. Oakley was obviously drowning out Roxanne as she talked his ear off.

"He wasn't her man to begin with."

Later that night Y/N crept through the dark hallways. Her silk pajamas clung to her thick skin as she treaded upstairs. She winched when the floorboard creaked. Roxanne watched her enter from the corner with a stale face.

Y/N opened his door and smiled, "Oak?"

He shuffled in the bed making space for her. Y/N closed the door behind her jumping into the bed. Oakley was shirtless. Y/N kissed his lips snuggling into his chest falling asleep instantly.

Authors Note:

this has been in the drafts for a hot minute. but hope y'all like it, will probably write some smut tomorrow to make up for my absence.

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