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hansolmates · 3 years

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(secret) lovers | m

summary; the (not) best friends 2 lovers spin-off where jungkook and you are trying to hide your relationship from his old best friend pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; established relationship, jiyu is now an old friend and mc went to high school w them, weeb!koo, jk n mc be kinda stanky bc they’re only going to this party for the free booze, soft dom!mc, switch!koo, whiny koo, mc calls jk a slut, cockwarming, gets really soft n’loving at the end, heavy use of the pet name [redacted] i really think this couple is meant to be diabolically dumb together w/c; 2.7k a/n; this couple is really out here living rent free in my mind. jk, mc and jiyu really just are that thruple that i love to hate and hate to love. hope u enjoy this lil spin off!

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“You made it!”

Jiyu flings her hands out, knocking both your heads with hers in the middle in a surprisingly strong hug. It’s a complete episode of déjà vu, from the way her body smells like the peach lotion she used after gym class to the shade of coral lipgloss. From the corner of your eye, you can see the caramel brunette’s tiny face is inching closer towards your ride, her head tucking in the crook of his neck.

“Jiyu,” you beam. You’re the first to speak, the first to dip their toe in the water. “You look great!”

“Thank you!” she pulls away, popping her hip against the doorway. The silky material of her coverup gleams in the sunlight, the silvery material showing off the silhouette of her bikini-clad body. Despite the fact that you’re the one who compliments Jiyu, her gaze floats over to the person next to you, “what a coincidence you two came at the same time and—oh my, and where are my manners! Come in, come in!”

She moves away from the door, revealing an ornate lobby and two twin stairwells. You can’t help but light up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, flecks of pink and blue flickering in your eyes. Further down the hallway you spot open glass doors that lead to a large backyard that overlooks the lake. Some people are already sitting by the dock, lounging about with drinks and happy smiles on their faces.

“Actually,” Oh, he speaks. You think with a small smile on your face, side eyeing the man of the minute, “I forgot the rest of my luggage. We’ll meet you inside.”

“Okay!” Jiyu smiles, “I’ll make you guys some drinks.”

As soon as the door shuts, Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend for three years blurts out, “She still has a crush on me.”

You snort, taking off the duffle bag that’s hiding behind your back. Continuing to stand awkwardly at the front door, you prepare yourself to console your boyfriend’s worries. “She still has heart-eyes for you, Koo,” you tease, pinching his side.

His eyes are big and swimming with guilt, “We should tell her.”

“Oh, baby. We can’t break her heart this weekend.”

“But love, it’s her birthday.”

“Exactly,” you chirp, bumping your head against his arm, “can’t break her heart on her birthday.”

Jiyu is an old high school friend. Class president, straight As, and even vied for prom queen. The only thing she wasn’t able to obtain throughout her high school years was Jeon Jungkook, the object of her affections. They were best friends in elementary school, eventually turning into distant friends as their interests changed and they got older. Yet, Jiyu still tried to insert herself into Jungkook’s life. Back in high school it was surely cute, the way she’d pine from the back of the room and place anonymous love letters in his locker, but Jungkook wasn’t interested and avoided any of her advances. Fast forward ten years later and it seems like old flames never die out.

The meetups with Jiyu have been scarce since college and only in large groups. As former class president, she decided to hold a little reunion for her old friends, taking advantage of her stellar job benefits. A weekend in the woods, perfectly balmy and far away from the city.

“I don’t wanna lie,” Jungkook nearly whines, pink lips warbling at your inability to budge.

“Mm,” you hum, tracing the fingers across the seam of his back pocket. His boardshorts hide nothing, and you curl your fingers around the swell of his plump bum, “be good for me and tell a little white lie, will you?”

Jeon Jungkook, former President of the Anime Club, prom king candidate and your favorite nerd in the entire world.

A teeny tiny lie won’t hurt anyone. After all, you haven’t seen your high school buddies in literal years, and they wouldn’t dare bother to make a fuss about your relationship. In fact, they don’t know of your relationship with Jungkook. The two of you reconnected randomly, some spontaneous holiday party Kim Seokjin is always inclined to throw. You barely made eye contact the first two hours into it, not really wanting to go back to the hellhole that was your late teenage years. Nevertheless, by the end of the night the two of you couldn’t help yourself.

As you look around the room with utmost confidence, the two of you have made the finest glow up by far. At first you wanted to keep the white lie to save face, you don’t owe anyone an explanation as to how you and the President of the Anime Club hooked up. However, you’re starting to enjoy the ruse.

Jungkook’s sitting on the other side of the backyard, looking absolutely delicious as he sips on whatever fruity cocktail he created. Judging from yours, you have a feeling his drink probably consists of 95% orange juice and 5% alcohol.

Jiyu and him are sitting in the large netted hammock, swinging lightly. Gravity is doing its thing, and Jiyu is practically laying on top of Jungkook’s lap, her body pooling to where his meets in the middle. As soon as his thigh touches hers, his eyes flicker to you in panic. He’s shirtless, only with a pair of mid-cut shorts to protect him. The skin that touches him probably burns.

You wink and wave him away, assuring him it’s fine. Pretending to flip your hair, you turn back to the conversation you’ve been ignoring for the past five minutes. “Man, Jungkook’s so sexy,” Im Nayeon cooes, looking longingly at Jungkook’s form.

“Jiyu’s so lucky,” Rina eggs on, taking another shot from the tray (a tray for herself, you might add.)

“Do you think Jiyu’s gonna get some birthday sex tonight?”

Nayeon snorts, covering her flared nostrils with her hand. That hand eventually loops around your thigh, eagerly pushing you two together by pressing on the meat of your bare skin. “If she’s lucky! Besides, we all know Jungkook had that big crush on you junior year!”

Her pretty bunny teeth tease you, and you can’t help but smile back in return. “What do you mean, he really liked me?” you ask innocently.

“Oh yeah! Drew so many little pictures of you in the margins. Little anime versions of you in his favorite outfits.” Of course, you know about Jungkook’s old crush on you. He’s mentioned it in passing, paired with an adorable blush on his cheeks. Hearing it from Nayeon, the shameless grin on her lips and the ease of champagne on her breath is much more entertaining. “Rina, do you remember when Jungkook set up her desk with rose petals and chocolate in a little heart? And then in the morning the janitor sweeped it up? He was so sad!”

“Yes! I really felt for him,” Rina pouted.

“Oh, poor baby,” you didn’t know that bit of information. You put a hand over your heart, watching as Jungkook shares a drink with his old friend Kim Mingyu. He looks so different, yet all the same since you’ve been acquaintances in high school. He carries his own weight now, an air of confidence that he’s finally reached over time.

“Definitely not a baby anymore,” Rina scoffs. She clicks her tongue back to where Jungkook is seated.

The sun is doing wonders for him, highlighting every crevice of where his biceps curl and twist as he lifts his hand in another drink. Their side of the lawn is doing a toast. For what, you don’t know. You do know however, that Jiyu is trying very hard to cheer right over Jungkook’s thighs, spilling some liquid over his knees. You smirk when Jiyu sends him an apologetic grin, dabbing a napkin up and across his thighs, far away from the wet spot.

Jungkook, the poor guy, discreetly shoves her off. He brushes his hands and gets up, letting Jiyu fall back in the hammock all by herself. Avoiding the teasing gazes of his friends, he looks into the lake, hiding his blush.

Still a baby, you think. Your baby.

“Jiyu was practically sitting in your lap, baby boy,” you card your hand through his dark locks, fresh and shiny from the shower. The feeling is soothing to Jungkook’s scalp until you tug, arching his neck towards your lips and twisting, “did you like that,” you mumble into his Adam’s apple, “my little slut?”

“N-no! Never, ohgodnever—” Jungkook is sweating, fat beads rolling down his hairline and glistening across his face. His fingers are practically phasing through your skin, the crescents of his fingernails sinking into the swell of your bottom.

You clench around his dick, your soft folds urging Jungkook closer to his release. But he knows better not to move, and instead shudders from the ministrations, breaking apart from you to dip his head into your chest. His nose pokes at the bouncy flesh, nuzzling into your breast like the softest pillow.

“Sh-shit, love,” he cries into your skin, “you feel so warm n’soft.”

“You need to be quiet, baby,” you murmur, playing with the curls that hang around the nape of his neck, “unless—you want someone to hear? My little slut wants everyone to hear that I’m fucking you?”

“Mm, no,” you grin at his honest reaction, and you can feel his neck heating up at the thought. Your fingers make their way, finally ending towards the apples of his cheeks. You squish lightly, loving the way his tanned skin puffs under your fingers. “I’m—ah—not a slut. I just really love you, only you. Really wanted to hold you in my lap today and show you off,” he whimpers at the unconscious clench of your folds, “just uh—slut for you, love.”

You giggle, tightening your thighs around your boyfriend’s tiny waist. Your other hands trail down to the ridges of his abdomen, where you two are connected. You absolutely love the way your thighs wrap around his lean waist.

Jiyu split the floors by girls and boys, as if you’re still in high school. It took forever for everyone to fall asleep, but you managed to sneak away with your bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Call yourself needy, but you couldn’t imagine yourself falling asleep with at least one good night kiss. Jungkook was ten steps ahead of you. Your boyfriend was already naked when you arrived, pumping his cock across the bed and getting himself ready for you. His eyes instantly zeroed in on you in his shirt, the black material hanging off your shoulder and begging to be pulled away by his teeth.

“If I crawled in your lap today,” you murmur into his shoulder, “our whole secret would’ve been thrown out the window.”

“I wouldn’t have minded, even if Jiyu got hurt,” Jungkook admits, running his hands up and down your back, “I wanna marry you, y’know.”

You freeze in your ministrations, suddenly feeling the room go cold. Not in an unpleasant way, but the room freezes, the blue-white light of the moon igniting the seriousness in Jungkook’s gaze. You force yourself to stay on his lap, let his cock settle between your folds. The juices of your coupling are dripping down each other’s legs, cooling at your thighs and onto the white blankets.

“You wanna marry me?” you echo, running your thumbs across his shiny lips.

Of course, you’re at that age. Everyone around you is getting married, heck many people your age are already in the middle of creating a family, going on vacations to Disney and picnics in the playground. And yes, you also have thought about marrying Jungkook, he’s the only man you can picture marrying. Yet, hearing it out loud and from him only further fuels your desire to make these thoughts a reality.

He kisses your thumbs, lips smushing against the pads. “Of course I do, love. You’re it for me.”

You relinquish, slowly pulling yourself off of him. He’s still hard as you untack yourself, his member slapping against his belly button as he watches you in confusion. You make a show of fluffing up the pillows, arching your back and wiggling your ass as you make yourself comfortable to lay on your back.

“Show me, baby,” you spread your legs for him, gesturing for him to come closer with a curl of your finger, “show me how much you want to marry me.”

Jungkook smirks, hands immediately pumping with a squelching sound resulting from yours and his combined arousal. You love it when Jungkook takes the lead, just as much as you do. It makes you feel like a pillow princess, especially when you feel lovey sex is on the way. “Will you be quiet? Just like you tried to make me quiet?” he rasps, wrapping a hand around your waist to arch you up.

“Depends on how good you are.”

The head of his dick rubs against your clit, slapping lightly at the shiny skin. You both moan when he finally gives you what you both need. As soon as the tip of his dick sinks down, you feel like you’ve both hit home. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, naturally throwing your leg over his shoulder for added leverage.

“Oh—fuck, baby,” you tug at his hair, pulling him in for a wet kiss. You don’t care that you’re slobbering all over him, the bed creaking and squeaking against his minstraitions. “I—uh, you feel so deep—yes!”

“When we’re married I’ll fuck you every day like this, love,” he whispers between your lips, thrusting in a particularly sensitive spot that has you arching your back and pulling your chest to his, “I—ugh, I love you so much.”

“Love you. Love youlovelove—ah! Kook, I’m—”

The two of you don’t spare any time, the sun will eventually rise and you’ll be back to playing strangers. Jungkook pounds you into the mattress, nails you with enough cum for you to last the next day without having to sneak into each other’s room like horny teenagers. The roughness is smoothed out by love and bliss, eager at the thought of going home and anticipating a permanent life together.

Five minutes later, you’re starting to feel a little too sticky. “Ohmygod—I need to fucking pee,” you pull yourself away from Jungkook’s sweaty body, palming around for your t-shirt.

“Just pee on the bed,” Jungkook grins.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” you make a face, “nasty.”

“You like that I’m nasty.”

“Yeah yeah.”

With one last kiss, you skip away from his bedroom and close the door behind you. Unfortunately, as soon as you take five steps in the direction of the bathroom, somebody emerges from the shadows.

“Holy shit, Jiyu,” you put a hand on your heart, eyes widening at her peeking in from the hallway. “You scared me.”

“I’m so sorry,” she frowns, squinting her eyes to make you out in the dark. It’s easier to see her in her white slip, a thin chiffon material that barely covers her thighs.

You don’t question why she’s out in the hallway in really pretty lingerie, or why she’s on the boy’s side of the house. So much for being discreet. Then again, there must be an ulterior motive for her if she’s already here, five feet away from Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t have been caught if she hadn’t been so sneaky. (Well, not so sneaky. You got to him first.) You smell like sweat, arousal, and Jungkook. The shirt you’re wearing feels far too short and the cum in your panties feels tacky and gooey. You feel like a teenager being caught smoking.

“Why?” Jiyu’s voice suddenly sounds as dark as the early morning, no sign of the sun.

“Why what?” you answer, furrowing your brows at the sudden change in demeanor.

“Why?” she hisses, eyes wide with pain and confusion, “why Jungkook?”

You frown, not liking her attitude. Did she think it was a contest to who would fuck Jungkook first? Did she think she was being slick, sneaking away into a bedroom she has no business being in, even if he was single? You could laugh. So despite your height you steel yourself, looking at Jiyu straight in the eye.

“Because Jungkook’s mine, and I’m marrying him.”

As you pad down the hallway as fast as you can, you send Jungkook a quick text.

[5:44AM] love: pack it up. Plan b go fake a fever we gotta go lol

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #btsghostie #kwritersworldnet #btswritingcafe #btsguild #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #bts fic #bts smut

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years

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Got to be honest... I love the mermaidau! theme too. Could you pls give us a pt2 cause I need to know how is their rlp gonna evolve. (Feel like even writing a hole 2k word fanfic with this au and im not ashamed 😂)

(Pst, anon is referring to this request!)

Mwaaaha yeeees... YEEEEES !!!! I'm so glad you guys like this au lmao 😂😂 All I have to say is, I hope y'all can come through with this mermaid au when summer hits, bc that's my JAM 😤

Even if I don't get another mermaid au request until then, like please y'all, I'm begging you lol

But anyways, tumblr has decided that doing all four on here is too long, so I’m posting half now and I’ll link Paul and Ringo before the day’s over! (Also bc I lost like half of Ringo's story last night, and I have to rewrite it, so rip :') ) Enjoy!

Paul and Ringo this way!

George

It's quite a bit before George can see you again

He had to take up a job, even with school, and practice, and family, and friends, and the occasional gig... just to save up

But when he finally got enough to buy that bike... It was all worth it

It's almost as prized a possession as his guitar, and the very next day after purchasing it, he loads up a blanket and some food and heads off for the lake

The ride from home to the water is a bit long, but nothing he can't handle

At long last, he arrives at the tiny pier and he can hardly contain himself as he sets the kickstand and grabs his things

He rushes down and sets up shop

In his excitement, George has forgotten to consider whether or not you'll even show...

But he doesn't want to give up yet

So he waits

And waits

And after a few hours pass by, he decides he might as well have his lunch instead of skipping rocks and wading in the water all afternoon

George swims over to the edge of the pier and clasps into the plank to hoist himself up

But before he can complete the maneuver, he finds himself jerked back down again

It's gentle enough that he doesn't get submerged, but it's certainly enough to give him a start

He splutters and flails a little, turning around as quick as he can to see...

Oh, it's you...

George breathes a sigh of relief, even as your eyes watch him from just above the water line, your hair floating on the surface like an angel

Your eyes go wide in excitement, and you peak your head all the way above the water, giving a soft gasp of surprise

"It is you! I can't believe you came back!"

George's heart hammers in his chest, whether it's from the surprise, the physical activity, or something else... He doesn't know

"O-of course I am! I said I would, didn't I?"

You laugh, "So you did! ...By the way, what have you got up there?"

George looks over his shoulder to the picnic basket that's clearly in view, then back at you

He waves you over and pulls himself up at last

When he's turned around, you've disappeared and George's heart drops

Well, not for long. A moment passes, followed by a huge splash as you jump from the water to the pier

It's not a perfect jump, as you need to pull yourself up a bit, but you make it well enough

George is halfway through unloading the basket, but he finds himself incredibly distracted by your tail

He doesn't mean to be rude it's just... It's almost like you weren't real before now

The tail is nearly twice the length that human legs would be. It tapers all the way down to a fine and delicate point that flares out into a transparent, forked fin

There are smaller fins like this along the rest of your tail, George notes, providing gorgeous accents to your shimmering iridescent scales

You swish your tail behind you, feeling a bit shy

George shakes himself out of his stupor, "Oh, sorry! I just... Wow"

You huff a laugh and mumble a thanks, not quite out of the awkwardness

"Um, here, I brought you something", George hands you a carefully wrapped sandwich

You give it a sniff and wait for George to taste his first

It tastes fantastic. Unlike anything you've ever had before

George tells you it's called a "ham and cheese"

Before you know it, the two of you jump into a whole conversation about life above and below water

You talk all afternoon and into the evening. George, doesn't even realize how low the sun's set until he takes a moment to stretch and look up

"Oh, I suppose you should be going..."

"Yeah..."

George looks at you and then the water one more time

It's like a pool of gold out there, the orange and yellow reflecting so beautifully on the water

"Say, how about one more swim?", George nods towards the water

Needless to say, you both race in for a last dip

You swim laps around George as he move slowly through the water, and you find yourself growing bored rather quick

"Ugh, here hold on!", You laugh and roll your eyes as you latch onto George from beneath

He doesn't protest, and you tow him easily back and forth through the water

It's not as fast as you could go, but it's faster then George has ever achieved on his own

It's actually great fun, but all things must end, and after a few rounds you glide to a stop surrounded by golden ripples

You sigh and look around, letting him go, "Sorry, it's late. I didn't mean to get so carried away..."

George wades just inches away from you, "No no, it's alright! I um, I had fun"

"Really?", You smile

"Really...", George floats a little closer to you, and you can feel his warm breath caress your hair, "In fact, m-maybe we could do this again sometime?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Before he even gives a thought to what he's doing George's lips meet yours halfway, pressing far softer then you'd expect from a rough teddy boy like himself

It's one of those kisses where you don't even have to think, or give subtle hints

Everything just feels right

Your heart does a flip when you separate, and George sticks by his promise

It gets to the point where you have a schedule to meet each other, getting the most out of your daylight hours

From now on, no more waiting

Just you, and him.

John

John's been visiting you for quite some time now, bringing you shiny things on occasion, but mostly just enjoying your company

You're on a first name basis and everything

It's strange almost, John feels quite special

After all, he might be the only lad in all of England to befriend a mermaid!

Although lately, he's been feeling... Different about you

He must be mad

But it's just...

You're so sweet, and kind, and you listen and understand him like no one else ever has before, an-

Ugh

He must be going mad

That would certainly explain why he's buying you a locket with his latest savings

It may be from a second hand store, but he knows you'll love it

The locket is shaped like a heart and made of brass

The metal is a bit tarnished but the small heart shaped ruby in the center is bright as ever

It's perfect

John takes it home and hides it away from Mimi

She doesn't know about you, but she has some suspicions about a girl...

That's certainly not something John wants to talk about, so he's trying to be as covert about you and him as possible

But before he can hand off his gift to you, he needs to sneak one of Mimi's pictures of him

She has a few up in the attic, which John is easily able to swipe and cut out to fit in your locket

There. Now it's perfect

John gets a good night's rest and heads out bright and early to your cove the very next day

He arrives to find you splayed out on a bed of shells and trinkets, sun bathing

"Hello birdy!"

You spring up and turn to face him, "Johnny!"

Patches of sand stick to your skin, shimmering like glitter in the sun

John whips off his leather jacket and shirt as he goes to sit beside you before removing his boots and socks as well

It's a bit of a custom for him ever since he started feeling comfortable around you

The beach is rather hot, yes, but more so, he likes that you make him feel confident enough to take all that off in the first place

You don't know this, but it's a huge sign of the trust he has in you

The two of you talk and catch up a bit on the few days you were apart

John tells you about school, and you about your adventures at sea

Both of you are equally fascinated about each other's worlds, and both wish a bit that they could live like the other does

You've offered to take John out to sea, but he's not to keen on wading that far out in the ocean

When the conversation starts to run dry, John remembers his gift at last

"Oh by the way, I brought you something..."

You perk up, not suspecting anything other then the usual shiny pebble or coin

But then again, John seems... Different

You could swear you see a blush climbing his cheeks

"I uh, saw this and thought of you...", He holds out an old, worn locket. The Ruby heart and tarnished brass flash and glint in the sunlight, mesmerizing you

You gasp softly, and reach for it slowly, as though you're dreaming

"Do you fancy it?", John asks nervously

"John, this is beautiful..."

You click the heart open and reveal a raggedly cut picture of John smirking back at you from behind a heart shaped lid of glass

You trace your finger along the picture's edge, a trance like glaze over your eyes

"I um, I thought maybe you could wear this one... You know, that way you could always have me with you when you go out to sea... Or... Something", John mumbles, wondering if he sounds even half as stupid as he thinks he does

He peaks over at you once, then twice as you look at it in silence

"It's alright, you don't have to-"

"Could you put it on me?"

John looks stunned, as though he's surprised you actually like his well thought out gift

"Uh, I- sure"

You hand him the necklace and turn

John lifts it over your head and lowers it slowly

The metal is warm from John's hands as it touches your skin, and John fastens the clasp in a jiffy

"There you are..."

You turn around again, eyes shining brightly with joy, the heart clasped in the palm of your hand

A knot forms in John's stomach, seeing you look so happy with him like that, and suddenly he feels sick

He has to say it

He knows be does

He has to tell you now, or it's going to kill him

And yet, if he does tell you, that might kill him too

"Ugh, I must be mad..."

You quirk an eyebrow, "Wha-?"

"I love you", John blurts it out as though it was tortured out of him

It's not very sweet, or romantic, or charming...

No, it's actually much more like he just spat on the sand and continued on

But you know John by now, and to you, it's more then enough

You put your hand over his and lean in to press a gentle kiss to his burning cheek

"I love you too Johnny"

John's breath hitches in his throat, and looks at you with a gaze he's never given any other woman in the world

"Really?" His voice is the barest of whispers

But you don't need to answer, John is already pulling you in for a kiss as he lays back on your small pile of treasure

It's not his first make out session, and it won't be his last

But with you? Right here, on the beach, in the warm sun, laying cozied up on his bare torso?

It's the one he remembers most, for all his life

#the beatles #john lennon x reader #george harrison x reader #mermaid!reader #the beatles x reader #beatles imagines

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mrsbhandari · 4 years

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wish you were sober

a/n: hey its a random ajay fic no one asked for fjkdlkjf;lskdj;f ANYWAYS im still working on that athlete au cuz its a BITCH but thats fine. i hope you like this one, it turned out way longer than i wanted it to oop--

words: 4k

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, light sexual harassment (brian crandall aka asshole of the year), like kinda suggestive if you squint

summary: ajay getting roped into the bullshit(tm)

tagging: @rulesofthebeneath, @theeccentricbibliophile

It was near midnight when she called, voice loud over the speaker of his phone and face lighting up the screen. He blinked blearily, unsure of what was really happening and what he should specifically do about this girl who called him and expected him to...what? Drop everything for her? Race over to Brian’s house and bring her home?

I hate my fucking life, he thought as he pulled on some jeans and grabbed his keys. She looked crazy over the phone, speech slurring and loud laughs directed at something off screen that he wasn’t sure he really wanted to see. She yelled that he needed to get over there and hung the phone up abruptly, not allowing him to get any words in before she left, making his heart beat at the possibilities of what might happen if he didn’t pick her up.

When he pulled up to the large mansion overrun with rowdy high schoolers, he couldn’t hold in his sigh. He was really traipsing into the lion’s den, looking for a fellow mouse that liked to wear a predator’s pelt, ignoring the looks of hunger pointed his way by the big dogs of both Hearst and Berry. He figured Skye would be upstairs in her room or sleeping over at someone else’s house, so being saved by her was out. Erin was on a trip with her family and Rory was practicing lines at their house, so he was sure that if Ajay was going to get Bailey, it was going to be by himself.

He didn’t even know why she was here, and why the hell is he supposed to come get her? She probably tagged along with Casey, so why shouldn’t her own brother get control of her? She doesn’t even like me, he thought, grimacing and ignoring the odd stares at his behavior. He seemed to be doing well at hiding his crush on her in favor of the play, but no one told him how hard it was going to be with her! She smiled so easily, and he was just supposed to act like it didn’t make his hands shake and his heart beat faster and his mind race with thoughts of her lips on his and and and…

I hate my fucking life, he repeated to himself, making his way out to the backyard and the pool, keeping his head down to avoid any unwanted contact with people who could most definitely snap his spine in half if they wanted to. His eyes ran over the different sections of the backyard, focusing on the beer pong table that a certain blonde ponytail was near, making his heart skip a beat. He walked over, silently waiting for her to finish her turn and standing awkwardly until she did. What’s the etiquette for this kind of thing? He didn’t have to worry about it long because she sunk her shot and raised her arms up in a high V, shouting and laughing her elation at almost winning the entire game. He let out a small oomph! when she turned to him and wrapped long arms around his neck, seemingly noticing him for the first time.

“Oh! Ajay!” Her breath stank of cheap beer, but she was so close to him and her body was so warm that he couldn’t find it within himself to care. “I’m winning!” She drew out the word, yet he hung onto every syllable like it was his lifeline, finding it to be the only thing keeping him from pressing his lips to hers, party be damned. A curse from her beer pong opponent brought him back to reality, making him pull back from her but keep a hand on his waist to ensure she didn’t fall drunkenly.

“I’m here to take you home, Bailey. You called me?” He had to contain himself when she pouted, finding it to be the cutest expression ever, but she quickly turned away and slammed back the shots in the cups on the table. “Bailey, what the fu--” he began, but she let out a loud, giddy laugh.

“I haven’t even gone for a swim yet?” She took a few uncertain steps, stripping her shirt off and then shimmying her skirt to the grass. Ajay shot glares at a few Hearst football players who whistled and catcalled her before following her protectively, hiding her body from the group of boys. “Ajay, join me!” She was painfully drunk, stumbling and moving far too loosely to be considered sober or dignified.

“No, we can swim when you aren’t wasted, c’mon…” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few girls filming them, so he turned his body towards their camera to hide her again. She had been dressed for it, a cute black bikini accentuating her curves, but there was something inherently sweet yet dirty about how exposed she was. He knew it would sound selfish if he ever said it out loud, but it didn’t sit right with him, the fact that she wasn’t only doing this for him. She was drunk, and she barely even noticed him there, and even if she wasn’t drunk, she would never look at him the way he wanted her to. “Bailey, seriously, let me take you home.”

“I’ve got laps first!” She walked over to the diving board and carefully stepped onto it, almost losing her balance at its wobble.

“Hey, this chick is gonna jump drunk!” Brian yelled, laughing cruelly at the crowd of other high schoolers who meandered over to the side of the pool to watch. Ajay wanted to yell at how they should be focused on helping her instead of going viral, but he knew it would fall on deaf ears, the predators too preoccupied with the smell of fresh blood. He turned his attention back to Bailey, who was posing for a dive, which she didn’t quite follow through on as she made her leap from the board. Before he could catch her, she was in the water with a splash, providing lovely entertainment for the top of the food chain guffawing at her jump.

“Bailey!” he yelled, leaning forward as much as he could without falling in after her. She rose to the surface, but was struggling, splashing the water and taking gulping breaths that never seemed to be enough as she kept slipping under. Shit shit shit! He thought, quickly ripping off his shirt and jacket and dropping his pants, disregarding the suggestive sounds falling out of his classmates’ mouths. Right now, he needed to help Bailey; he would deal with his pending payout from the possibility of a Buzzfeed article later. He threw his glasses on the small pile of his clothes as he jumped.

The sudden feeling of the water enveloping him was a shock, but he ran entirely on adrenaline to get over it quickly and swim over to Bailey, wrapping an arm around her waist and hugging her close in the water. She was still struggling against him, unable to stop the panic that was taking over her heart, but he found the edge of the pool and the ladder next to the diving board, quickly pushing her to sit on one of the metal steps. When her fingers wrapped around the rail, she calmed down quicker than expected, allowing him a moment of relief to catch his breath.

“Aw, damn, I was hoping I would have to administer some CPR!” Brian whistled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the pair in the pool. Suddenly, Ajay was hit with the realization that he was here...with Bailey...at a party...with a shit ton of high schoolers...in his underwear...sopping wet.

I hate my fucking life. No matter how many times it ran through his head, a gorgeous face would pop up in his mind shortly after, making his features soften and his breathing slow. With a jolt, he felt her moving in front of him and opened his eyes just in time to watch her ass pass directly in front of his face, making him blush and look away. He climbed out after her, the reality of just what he did hitting him as he looked around at the other teenagers, all staring at him and Bailey like they were the only food available for miles. He found a towel on a table and handed it to her, but she offered it back to him with a flirty smile.

“I think you need this more than me,” she whispered, eyes glancing downward for a split second before meeting his once more. He let out a cough and wrapped the towel around his waist, secretly happy he wore black, not-embarrassing boxers today. Collecting his pile of clothes from the side of the pool, he sneers at Brian when the boy stopped in front of them.

“You think you can just make a mess at my party and leave without paying an exit fee?” He turned to Bailey, a sickly smile showing too many teeth and only making Ajay hurry to reach for his jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. “A kiss from the party girl?”

“I think the fuck not,” Ajay said, tone low and threatening as he zipped up the thin layer over Bailey’s half-naked body. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him and willing her to stop shaking at his side. She was suspiciously quiet, but he didn’t have time to worry about her; he needed to get her out of this party.

“Oh, c’mon--”

“You lay a hand on her and I report you for sexual harassment, which will go down even worse when the cops look at the evidence of underage drinking. I’ll say it one time, and one time only: Fuck. Off.” He hid his satisfaction at the way Brian gaped at him and stepped out of the way. They silently walked off, Ajay’s hands full with his clothes in one hand and a drunk girl that he was secretly pining after in the other. He looked down at her briefly, eyeing her through her thick lashes that nearly closed over a sleepy gaze. Before he stepped back into the house, he looked over his shoulder to see Brian glaring after them. “Take that ‘exit fee’ and shove it up your ass!” With a resolute nod, he made his way through the house and to his car, surrounded by teenagers that he shooed away.

“‘Jay…” she drawled, the first word she said in the past 5 minutes making him flush. “Where are we going?”

“Well, my house is closer, so I’ll text your brother and call your mom to say you’re staying over at my place.”

“Hm…” was all she hummed, allowing herself to be strapped in by him. He stayed outside the driver’s side to pull his pants on, but stopped with his shirt in his hands when she reached over and rolled the window down. “Leave it off!” She sounded like a child and he wanted to laugh, so bad, to just laugh with her and not worry about what the hell this party was and what the hell was going to happen in the morning and what the hell he was going to do when she was spending the night in his bed.

But he couldn’t.

“Sorry, Bailey,” he said, slipping the shirt down and smiling at her pained whines.

“Such a Debby Downer,” she slurred. She looked back out of her window, pouting and ignoring him when he offered his phone, opened to Spotify for her.

“I’ll make it up to you. Pick some music.” That seemed to distract her enough for him to get going, flinching at the volume she played WAP at and screamed the lyrics to. There was something intimate about this as well, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of how sweet it felt, wafting over his senses like being down the street from the bakery. You knew that the closer you got, the stronger the smell, and the more at home you felt amidst the warm pastries that lined the window. The closer he drove to his house, the more inevitable being close to her was, and he couldn’t get it out of his head as he switched his attention from the road to her hand movements as she rapped the lewd lyrics, fueled entirely by the alcohol.

She whined more when he turned down the volume as he turned into his neighborhood, but he managed to convince her to be quiet with a single finger to his lips, something she seemed to focus on for far too long to even be attributed to the alcohol. She luckily kept this behavior up when he ushered her inside and to his room as quickly as possible while still keeping her from falling into several of Mohit’s loud toys and the large furniture that seemed to be ten times as dangerous at night.

“I felt like I was on Wipeout,” Bailey gasped when he closed the door, voice entirely too loud for the quiet stillness of the room. He was about to scold her, but then she collapsed on the bed, making it creak and add to the genuine noise she brought everywhere she went. His heart decided that he liked the noises that were associated with her before his mind ever caught up, something that was happening a lot more nowadays when he saw her walk into the auditorium, ponytail swinging and smile wide.

“Uh, here,” he said, offering a large t-shirt and some old pajama pants that were too small for him to her before turning around and covering his eyes. He heard the unzipping of his jacket and the ruffling of clothes, keeping his eyes shut under his hands as he waited for her with bated breath. He hated how his mind wandered to her even when he didn’t want it to, his eyelids seemingly tattooed with her bright eyes and curious gaze, always finding his glances with pinpoint accuracy that left him stuttering and looking away. She was here, in his room, drunk. Just a few feet away and he could reach out his hands to touch her, feel her skin under his palm, run the pads of fingers over her collarbone, the scar on her shoulder, the freckles on her cheek. His touch could linger for as long as he wanted it to, because she’d be looking forward to it as much as he was, and she would pull his face down for a kiss that knocked the breath out of his lungs.

“You can look now,” was what a tentative voice behind him said, jolting him out of his fantasy and making him turn around. No matter how much mental preparation he could put his mind through, he never could fully be ready for the sight of the sight of his large shirt slipping off her shoulder, revealing the collarbone he had just been thinking about a few seconds before. She sat cross legged on the sheets, making her seem smaller than she really was.

“You must be tired.”

“I’m not.”

“You looked ready to pass out at Brian’s, don’t bullshit.” He sounded unnecessarily harsh which made him feel even worse than he already did for her as she cast a glance down at her hands. He sighed. “Sorry, I was just worried.”

“About me?”

“Well, you almost drowned, so yeah. I was worried.” Her gaze was still on her hands and she hummed, too full of thoughts for someone who probably couldn’t keep them straight.

“Was that the only reason?”

“You talk too much. Aren’t you supposed to be passed out by now? I’ve never dealt with a drunk person before.” He saw her cheeks grow bigger and figured she was smiling; it made him smile, too, an indicator that he was too far gone to ever deny feelings for her that flitted around his mind like cobwebs. He shook them away to force himself to listen to her speak once more.

“I just…” She trailed off but stopped herself from releasing anything else, lips tight and silence awkward.

“It’s fine.” His voice was too hurried, he sounded too panicked, and he cringed to himself when he got the simple words out. Damage control. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.” She just hummed again, and he hated the way he analyzed it, searching for the hidden meaning as if the vibrations would unlock some new achievement, leaving a letter in his pocket that would lay out all the things felt between the two. The more he thought about it though, the more he realized he would be afraid to read it. “You take the bed.”

“What? Why?” Her voice raised unexpectedly, enough so that even she seemed surprised by the sudden raise in volume that was met with another finger to his lips.

“It’s polite, I’m not making you sleep on the floor drunk.”

“Just sleep with me.” The alcohol was clouding her mind, letting more pass through her filter without a second thought.

“I can’t do--”

“Why not?”

The challenging tone made him pause, unsure if she really meant anything by the insistent way she clenched her fists and stared up at him, nose scrunched in an adorable pout that made his heart melt. He could feel his resolve crumbling, which is surprising since he was always seen as one of the most stubborn students in the theatre department. Someone shouldn’t be able to wear him down this much unless they were holding a gun to his head.

Or maybe they were just looking at him with such a determination in their eyes that it made him stop and consider the options for once.

“If I do this, you’ll sleep?”

“Yes,” she sighed more than spoke, scooting backwards on the bed and edging over to leave room for him. He wondered if she could already hear the beating of his heart, loudly rushing into his ears as he tried to calmly walk over to the side of the bed. It all felt domestic, like they were husband and wife, but he felt too loud to be considered casual. His feet pounded the wood below him and his large hands scraped against the sheets. He left a layer under him so as to separate him from Bailey, but it proved unsuccessful as she just climbed (stumbled) back out and then got back in on top of the same layer, getting rid of his barrier and only making him sweatier. He was still in jeans, they noticed at the same time, and she looked up at him expectantly.

“You can change your pants you know.” She raised an arm to her eyes, closing and covering them. “I won’t look.”

You can if you want to.

The sentence was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t find it within himself to say it, opting instead to just silently get up and change, slipping his legs into pants that he only realized matched hers when he climbed back beside her. When he settled with his back against the headboard, he nearly yelped when her hand found his thigh, running her fingers over the soft material.

“We match.”

“Yeah. Unintentionally, I swear.” He stiffened when she nudged closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t mind. I think it’s cute.”

He never expected that “Bailey Called Something I Did Cute” to be written on his tombstone, but here he was: murdered by the shape of her mouth forming a word like that in reference to him.

“Can I kiss you?” The question was unhurried and whispered in his ear, but it hit him like a bolt of lightning, sending tingles over his entire body as he flinched away from her.

“What?” Half of his body was off the bed as she leaned closer to him, cupping his right cheek in one hand. She still smelled like shitty beer and chlorine, a combination that should’ve made him gag, but she managed to make seem like the highest priced perfume. It made him want to lean in right back, slot his lips against her plush ones and just accept that it happened, but he also knew that going back on his word to the rest of the theatre department was an awfully shitty move.

“I want to kiss you.”

“You’re drunk.”

“What’s the saying? ‘Drunk words are sober thoughts’?”

“You want to kiss me when you’re sober, too?”

“All the time.” His breath hitched; Wasn’t expecting that development. “I wish I didn’t have to kiss Rory in the play. I think they like me and I don’t want to lead them on, but it’s so hard when the kiss is so anticipated. It’s especially hard when I have a crush on my director. ”

Ah, the kiss, Ajay remembered, slightly ashamed at all the times they’d rehearsed the scene but he would always call for them to stop just before the climax of it. He knew it was kind of pervy, but he really only wanted to watch his crush kiss someone else the minimum amount of times he was required to: the four times they were performing the show, nothing less and absolutely nothing more.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Say you’ll kiss me.”

“What about the play?”

“It’s your rule. You can decide if you want to break it with me.” She didn’t know he had already decided months ago when he saw her at auditions that if the opportunity ever made itself known, he would break a thousand rules just to feel her skin against his one time. And now he seemed to be giving in, leaning in closer and closer until her breath was hot against his, shared between the two like a secret.

“I’ll kiss you,” he decided, finally closing the gap between them and kissing her. His lungs and chest felt tight, but any concerns about the play, the party, or the bitter taste of beer on his tongue melted away as she kissed him back fervently. He figured he should be impressed with how good she still was at kissing despite being wasted, but his thoughts were cut off as she pulled back. He was suddenly self-conscious, concerned about how good he was and the line of spit that still connected them. “What--”

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathed, chest heaving with the excitement and the alcohol still in her system. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ajay.”

Ajay loved music, but he decided that if he had to give up every single record he owned just to hear his name fall out of her mouth again, he would hand them over in a heartbeat. Despite the way his heart was beating out of his chest, he forced himself to sound casual as he looked down at her. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, you dork.” A drunken smile that stopped his heart and made his mind click trying to story it in his memory slipped onto her face, and she dropped her head back on his shoulder. “A long time,” she repeated softly, and before he could respond, she was asleep.

He gently lifted her up and laid her down flat on the bed, making sure to keep close to her and her warmth. Just before he turned the light out, he pressed a kiss to her head, savoring the picture of her sleeping so soundly next to him, clutching his arm and one leg thrown over his waist.

“Me too, Bailey.”

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hermannsthumb · 4 years

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Nsfw prompt: The boys go for a swimming hall (Hermann finds swimming best form excercise for his leg) and Newton gets a bit handsy beneath the water.

im really in the mood for a prompt like this, i just got a nice ole (unused lol) pool off eb*y and i can’t wait to swim.....

18+/not SFW under cut

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The thing about Hermann is that–no matter how often he and Newt argue, or how often he snaps at Newt, or criticizes Newt, or tells Newt to bugger off, or acts like a generally cold, unfeeling jackass–he’s still Newt’s best friend, which means Newt has a vested interest in getting into his business whenever at all possible. It’s what best friends are for, you know–having someone to always know your business. Newt always makes sure Hermann knows his business.

Anyway. Every Friday, without fail, Hermann will take a small, early dinner, clock out of the lab at 7:30 p.m. sharp, and speedwalk off down the hallway in the opposite direction of where his quarters are, a small tote bag in hand. Every Friday, without fail, Newt will ask where he’s going. Every Friday, without fail, Hermann will tell him to bugger off. It’s enough to drive anyone nuts with curiosity, let alone Newt in his official best friend status.

“What I’m trying to say,” Newt says, “is that you drove me to this.”

He doesn’t know why Hermann’s acting so weird about it all and, like, trying to cover himself up. It was only natural for Newt–after weeks of being told to bugger off–to finally just followed Hermann out one Friday and got his answers for himself. And boy, is he glad he did.

“I didn’t even know we had a swimming pool!” he exclaims happily. “Does anyone else come here?”

Hermann continues to shield his body with his towel. Again, weird–he’s in a bathing suit, it’s not like he’s naked. And it’s not like it’d be weird even if he was naked. Newt’s seen him naked more times than he can count, and Hermann’s seen him naked just as much in turn. Lot of lab accidents, you know. (Most of which are Newt’s fault.) “N-not that I know of,” he coughs out. He breathed in a decent amount of water when Newt flung open the door and starting shouting, so Newt guesses he’s still recovering. “I imagine it was once part of the rangers’ gymnasium, but–it’s not as if there are enough of them left to warrant it being, er, exclusive. Newton–”

Newt begins to take off his shirt. “You have access to the rangers’ gym?”

“Not strictly speaking, no,” Hermann says, “but no one in LOCCENT ever uses decent passcodes on their computers, and– Newton, what are you doing?”

“Undressing,” Newt says.

“I can see that,” Hermann says. “Why?”

“What, you thought I wasn’t going to swim in the super awesome private pool you hacked yourself credentials for?” Newt says. He kicks off his boots, and his socks and jeans and glasses follow. Boxers stay on–he doesn’t want to give Hermann a heart attack. “Okay, look out!”

“Technically, hacking isn’t--wait, no,” Hermann says, eyes widening in alarm, “no, no–!”

Newt does a cannonball into the deep end: the resulting wave drenches Hermann and his towel, which he finally throws aside and to scowl at Newt. “I think that was a ten out of ten,” Newt says happily. He splashes over to Hermann and settles in against the wall next to him. The water is warmer than he thought, which is nice. “So this is where you go every Friday night? You swim?

“Yes,” Hermann says through gritted teeth. “I find the exercise is good for my leg, and I like the quiet. Will you leave me alone now?”

“Nah,” Newt says. “It’s kinda dangerous to swim without a buddy, dude. I’ll be doing you a favor if I stay.” He stretches out his limbs and tosses his arm around Hermann’s shoulders. “You know, I haven’t been swimming in years. My dad used to take us to the beach a bunch when I was a kid, but we stopped when I started college, and it wasn’t like we could have a pool at the apartment, and...”

Hermann shakes him off. There’s a faint pink blush across his cheeks. “Yes, that’s all very fascinating. At least keep to the other bloody side, won’t you?”

Newt grins. “Why?”

“I said I come here for quiet,” Herman says.

Newt mimes zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. “You won’t even know I’m here.”

They don’t exactly keep to separate sides of the pool, but they do their own things to the extent that they may as well be: Hermann does a series of calm, even laps around the edge, while Newt entertains himself with attempting underwater handstands (he fails) and perfecting his backflip off the edge (he fails those, too, though his cannonball remains tried and true). He’s paddling over to the ladder for yet another try at a backflip when Hermann suddenly grunts, loudly, in discomfort.

Newt turns quickly, snatching his glasses up and cramming them back on. “Hermann?”

Hermann–face screwed up, eyes shut tight–has one white-knuckled grip on the side of the pool, the other on his left thigh. “Cramp,” he hisses through his teeth. “Bugger. No, it’s fine, don’t bother–”

But he goes easily when Newt guides him to the steps of the pool, and he doesn’t let go of Newt’s shoulder until he’s seated down comfortably. Newt hovers, anxiously, over him. “Are you good?” he says. “Do you need me to get your pain meds?” This sort of thing isn’t new for Hermann, and they’re both well-practiced in how to deal with it at this point (pain meds, sometimes a heating pad) but Newt can’t help but worry every time. Especially when they’re this far off from the lab and their bunks.

Hermann shakes his head. “It’ll pass,” he says. He stretches out his leg and begins to work his fingers up and down his muscles, letting out the occasional grunt of pain. “I just need–”

“Let me,” Newt says.

Hermann stares at him skeptically. Then he drops his hands. “If you’re sure,” he says, and leans back.

It’s awkward at first, with Hermann breathing and glaring over him, but–after five minutes of squeezing, and testing different levels of pressure–Newt finally settles into a rhythm, and Hermann’s hisses of pain give way to small, pleased groans. “That’s–yes,” Hermann sighs. His head tips back, giving Newt a perfect view of his long, elegant throat. “Perfect.”

Newt grins weakly. He’d make some smart-ass comment, too, but he seems to be forgetting more and more of his vocabulary with each little sound that slips out of Hermann’s mouth, and he doesn’t trust himself to not just start squeaking. It’s not even just those little sounds that are making Newt feel funny, actually–it’s Hermann’s half-mast eyelids, the dig of his teeth into his wide lower lip, the tensing and relaxed sagging of his body every time Newt finds a new spot to work in his leg. It’s–well–you know. Newt’s only human. The pool water is too warm to help stop things from getting weird, but at least Newt’s crouched down low enough to conceal anything unseemly. “Good?” he croaks out.

Hermann nods. His throat bobs as he swallows. “Mm. Little higher.”

Newt obliges. Twice, by accident, his fingers dip beneath the hem of Hermann’s swim trunks and skim over the soft skin of his inner thigh; when he does it a third time, he reels back, blushing to the tips of his ears. “S-sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean–”

He stops short when he notices the tenting in Hermann’s trunks, eye level with him now. He’s not sure how he missed it before. He’s not sure how Hermann–with his heavy eyelids and parted mouth–is missing it. “Hey, dude,” Newt squeaks.

It’s a natural biological response to physical stimuli. Nudity–hands on that nudity, massaging out tension and getting just a little too close to certain parts of the human anatomy–shit, Newt’s having the same problem himself! Hermann doesn’t mean anything by it. Nothing personal. “Hm?” Hermann groans.

You have a boner, Newt thinks. I’m turning you on, Newt thinks. But he doesn’t say either of those things: instead, with a show of courage he’s not sure he actually feels, he moves his hand overtop Hermann’s dick.

Hermann’s emits a strange, low keen; his eyes shoot open. “Newton?” he says. He sounds a little dazed. More important, though, he also sounds excited, and when Newt gently cups him through the thin layer of polyester, he splays his legs wider and keens again. “What are you doing?” he breathes.

Newt moves his hand up and down twice, slowly, getting a feel for him. Hermann grabs onto the edge of the pool. “Newton,” he says again, but it’s a moan this time.

This is all the encouragement Newt needs. He shuffles forward on his knees, lifting himself just enough from the water to pull himself from his own boxers, and--tentatively--touches Hermann’s hand. “Hey,” he says, “will--will you--?”

Hermann’s fingers are cold and kind of clammy, and definitely unpracticed, and he doesn’t do anything but grasp at Newt for a minute while Newt continues to rub the heel of his palm up and down Hermann’s dick. “What do you want me to do?” Hermann says. His voice is maddeningly husky--nothing Newt’s ever heard before. God. Since when has Hermann been sexy? Always, if Newt’s being honest, but he guesses there’s a thin line between thinking someone’s sexy and knowing, definitively, that they’re really fucking sexy.

“Whatever you want?” Newt says.

Hermann blinks at him. Then--leaning in and draping the bulk of his weight on Newt--he kisses Newt. Their chins bump together, and their teeth clack, and Newt was not expecting it, but it’s awesome, so he kisses back happily and rubs Hermann a little faster. He likes how Hermann’s dick feels. It’s not scary intimidating or anything, but it’s good and firm, and the sort of thing he could (eventually) see himself enjoying getting his mouth on. “Oh,” Hermann moans into his mouth, “oh, that's--Newton--”

His own hand begins to move on Newt. Fucking finally. “Yeah, that’s perfect,” Newt says, and then winces. “Okay, don’t squeeze so tight, that’s--that actually kind of hurts. Hermann.”

“Sorry,” Hermann pants. Is that how he usually jerks himself off? No wonder he’s so tense all the time. “Oh, oh, you’re very good at this.”

Newt grins against his mouth. “I know. Hey, you want me to--?”

He was planning on offering to use his mouth, because he’s getting more and more curious about how much he’d enjoy it (and he’s really good at using his mouth, and he knows Hermann would enjoy it) but--hips jerking erratically, kissing Newt hard enough to draw blood--Hermann suddenly cries out and goes still. “Holy shit,” Newt says. “Did you--?”

“Yes,” Hermann says, through deep, heavy breaths. His hand slips off of Newt; he slumps backwards. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Newt says. “That’s hot. Okay, I can finish myself, no sweat, just sit there and look pretty--”

He jerks himself off quickly, eyes roving all over Hermann and committing every goddamn inch of him like this to memory: his heaving, blush-pink chest, his blown pupils, his wide-open mouth, the obscene splay of his legs. The top of his dick, spent, but still a little pink, poking out over the waistband of his swim trunks. How his mouth felt on Newt’s. How the soft skin of his thigh felt under Newt’s fingertips. “Yeah,” Newt grunts, and he comes over himself.

He slinks back under the water, panting. The pool filter will take care of the mess. Probably. Anyway, it’s not like anyone but Hermann knows this place exists in the first place. “Newton,” Herman begins.

The gymnasium door swings open. Newt stuffs his dick back into his boxers in a flash. “Hey,” a ranger Newt recognizes only in passing says, as two of his equally tall and equally built friends loom in the doorway behind him, “what are you guys doing here?”

“Leaving?” Newt says.

He and Hermann hustle out as fast as they can, Newt not even bothering to put his pants back on first, Hermann’s towel flapping like a striped bird behind them. They stop three hallways away just long enough to catch their breath; then, grinning shyly at each other, they dissolve into laughter.

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drkcnry67 · 3 years

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Dance with me?

A/N: @obxmermaid this is day 15 omg thank you for the opportunity to make christmas stories this year. im honored that i can expand my writing fandoms. today we find that its before owls, before christmas feast, before their relationship was out in the open. this is the formal, this is the hogwarts winter formal. draco and Yn are not yet a public couple but this night Draco takes the courage to ask YN to dance and no one asks questions cause all cards and rivalry’s are off the table during the dance and for that day. so this is what looks like a friendly dance between a guy and a girl. but it is so much more than that.

pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

prompt: snowball fight/ winter formal

mentioning @sweetness47

25 days of hogwarts

the yule ball, or in some cases what would be known as a winter formal is one of the most sacred events hogwarts has the honor of throwing every 2 years. its a grand event some people have their gowns and tuxes picked out months or years ahead of the event.

but you had no gown yet for the gown you wanted was in london at a shop you had passed by so many times and the last time you did you saw a halter peacock teal floor length gown. it took your breath away.

this was the gown you wanted but alas you had no time at that moment to get it. a few days before the ball you were watching the entire dorm obsess over their gowns, choosing hair and makeup. but you and draco hadnt even discussed going to the ball.

or at least what would happen at the ball. but meeting draco for your session a few days before the formal, you were distracted and draco could tell.

Draco: something on your mind love.

YN: the formal is in 2 days and well we cant go as a couple no one outside of our friends know, and what if people ask questions.

Draco: so we wont show up together but the formal is a chance for everyone to forget the rivalry’s and grudges and hard feelings are off the table. no one will ask questions if i ask you to dance. and whats better is this will be the first of many dances to come i hope.

yn: i just wish i could walk in with you on my arm and not have to worry about a thing.

Draco: i know what you mean but it will hopefully show the professors that even our rivalry can be put aside when it matters.

YN: i hope so. i need a dress though.

Draco scribbles out a quick fire message and sends it off...

YN: what was that about...

Draco: trust me you will thank me later... just promise me you will have the time of your life at the formal besides we will dance and no one will say anything... besides i look forward to the end of the party, where you and i meet in the courtyard to just watch the stars and hide away for a kiss, all before returning to the charade and our dorms.

YN: so basically you have the entire night planned out.

Draco: more or less yes... now go you need to have energy for tomorrow. get some rest my love. go before you fall asleep on my lap.

YN: i guess your right, i will see you tomorrow in class...

you walked out of the tower and back to your dorm. where you collapsed on the bed as hermione walked in.

Hermione: so how was your tutoring tonight cuz?

YN: it was fine... we talked about the formal... he has the entire night planned out but then i told him that i didnt have anything to wear. and before you say it cuz, its fine i mean im sure he will dance with me whether im in a pretty dress or my uniform.

Hermione: i know we are gonna look killer at the formal or we are gonna fail trying to have a fun night. now what about your wardr... Oh My God! cuz get over here a box with a bow on it just showed up at the entrance.

you get up off the bed and run over to the entrance where Hermione was gawking at the box.

YN: OMG what could be in such a large box...

Hermione: well lets get it inside and happily look at this mystery package.

YN: i think i might know who this is from... but yes lets get it inside before we do anything else with this.

it was your own mind putting draco’s mysterious fire message with the sudden appearance of this box. the timing of it all was far too coincidential, but never the less you looked forward to whatever lay inside this box.

You set it on your bed, you ran your fingers over the box, tracing the bow, tracing the box outline. this was when your cousin noticed an envelope on top of the box tucked under the ribbon.

Hermione: maybe that envelope will explain better as to whats inside and possibly who its from...

you grab the envelope and open it, its a list of what is inside the box as well as instructions.

“this box contains the following items: - A-Line Scoop Neck Floor-Length Chiffon Prom Dresses With Beading Sequins in Ink Blue, - navy blue Faux Fur Fashion Wrap, -a custom bracelet in rose gold, -a gold Beautiful Rhinestone/Alloy Headband & - Black Women's Leather Suede Heels Latin With Ankle Strap. do not open this box until the day of the formal. you will look beautiful. save me a dance or several.. love always Draco”

you sat back on the bed and smiled lightly as you tucked the box under your cousin’s bed and hid the note in your dresser, you giggled yourself to sleep that night. for you knew the next 2 days would be torture till the day of the formal anyway.

you were the one person in this entire school who would ever take the dance not seriously. you were the only one whose heart would not allow you to fall in love with a person who did not share your heart.

you woke the next morning to the sound of your alarm. you went to the closet and pulled out your uniform putting it on and grabbing your cloak before heading out of the room with your wand in your sock.

YN (to self): i hope this doesnt mess up anything, tomorrow is gonna be a happy day. the next day is the formal, and I have the opportunity to show this school that even those who are rivals can become chill even in the midst of the old laws. i need to get to class so that way no one suspects anything.

you made it to potions and smiled slightly as hermione was sitting beside your seat. draco had followed you inside. you knew that hermione could feel the happiness flowing out from you.

You were the one person that Hermione could trust and likewise her for you. But it was now to your surprise that she passed you her notebook with a few simple words on it.

"Draco won't stop glancing at you. His pupils dilate when he stares at you. It's like he is mentally undressing you or something..."

You reply back with a simple phrase.

"he I'm sure is just removing a few layers, back to when we were in london and we went swimming in a private pool. We made out for hours. Now we will discuss this later."

you slid her back her notebook and both of you paid attention as snape decided to begin his lesson with a pop quiz type thing, you and hermione being the 2 smartest witches in the room decided to let the other students have a chance to answer the questions.

Snape: yn tell me what is the common use of wolfsbane?

YN: wolfbane used to sedate or subdue a werewolf. it is also known as acanite or commonly found in the form of a blue flower, it is in some cases a rare find.

Snape: and how exactly does one give wolfsbane to the werewolf?

YN: it has to be while its human, most times wolfsbane is used to snuff out the werewolves in human form before its too late.

snape: i would like each of you to take one of these flowers and for the next class prepare to brew me some wolfsbane if you wish to pass. now before the end of class today copy down the board, we will be studying wolfsbane for the next week.

you went to your notebook and copied down the board. it was very distracting when you knew your boyfriend was stealing glances at you... this made it very hard to concentrate.

you wrote a note on your notebook and slid it to your cousin...

“im getting antsy, cuz i am really anxious...”

she replied with the typical responce.

“dont worry girl, im sure you both will have your alone time later... think about it this way, in 2 years you will be able to marry and there will be nothing anyone can say to stop you.”

you had to internally laugh...

“me married can you imagine that... god if i know much more about that than you do... by the way i am so nervous to see what is in that box... like what if it doesnt bring the correct appeal...”

you sighed as your cousin wrote her responce.

“chill girl, your gonna rock that formal... now finish your notes so you can get out of here and be with your man.”

You smiled as you finish your notes and wait for Snape to dismiss the class. You stared at the ceiling for a few moments trying to keep a cool head.

Snape: alright those who finished the notes can leave a few moments early, those who haven't you have 5 minutes to finish those notes.

You and Hermione got up and walked out of the class, you walked by where Draco was sitting you had used a slight of hand to slip him a note.

You knew he would read it after class, you also knew he would thank you for it later. But you and Hermione took off and walked back to the court yard.

Where you both parted ways you both had picked a random slot for your separate ways. You were off to the quidditch tent to prep for the upcoming Christmas match, Hermione headed to divination.

You were one of those few captains who would take half a period out of your entire day to spend it preparing for a match that was a week and a bit away.

You had to come up with a strategy that would knock your match out of the water. you could feel something strange something abnormal as you stood in the tent.

the earth began to quake, the tent came down on your head before you could move out of the way.... you were covered in tent, and one of the tent pole was on you too heavy to move.

you held your wand up...

YN: periculum!

you sent the sparks and then passed out. you knew someone would possibly come find you. you had to have faith, you had too believe that one person above all others would see it.

meanwhile, hermione had bumped into draco in the hall on the way to divination, she told draco that she last saw you in the courtyard... draco and hermione then saw the sparks. both of them went to find any professor they could cause that was the rules.

they ended up spying mcgonigal, running up to her in a hurry they approach her with the news of the sparks.

mcgonigal: miss granger, mr malfoy come with me we will investigate this immediately.

the 3 of them hastely rushed toward the sparks, seeing the collapsed tent on arrival, mcgonigal waves her wand and sets the tent right, they all went inside and foudn you there after.

mcgonigal transported herself plus you draco and hermione to the hospital wing. madame pomfry immediately got involved, she was pushing everyone back... but the only person who had to leave was minerva.

hermione and draco now remained in the room to wait whether and when you would wake. your body had gone into a state of shock, the pole had bruised you a bit and thanks to the miracle potion that madame pomfry had administered to you, you were healing nicely.

hermione: come on girl, come on we still have to rock this formal, come on please wake up come on cuz... we both need you to wake up.

draco: don't you dare leave me, you can't, we haven't had any time. Come on YN wake up, open your eyes. We need to have our day in the sun! I need you to open your eyes so we can live our future together our way.

Madame pomfry heard what Draco said deciding not to say anything she just came back round to your bed side and administered a second dose of medicine.

Madame pomfry: take a bed each of you. Get some sleep, you both will be alerted first when she wakes. Try not to worry she will pull through she is a extraordinary girl.

Draco took a bed near you, Hermione took one on the other side of you. They wanted to be the first people's you saw when you woke up.

They tossed and turned but eventually both fell asleep. it was 8 hours later that an announcement rang through the school...

Minerva: attention students the quidditch field is off limits due to an investigation of recent events. someone brought the tent down on ravenclaw Yn. note that the perpetrator who is responsible if a student will be immediately expelled and sent to the ministry to await trial. we take this seriously. please be sure to make good notes for your fellow classmate as she is soon recovered in the hospital wing thanks to madame pomfry, classes go on as scheduled and the formal is still happening, thank you for your attention.

both draco and hermione sat up a few moments after at the sound of your groans. they both looked at you in time for you to open your eyes.

hermione: YN...

Draco: YN... your ok!

madame pomfry walked in at that moment as well to see you sit up.

Madame Pomfry: YN your awake wonderful how are you feeling.

YN: like i was hit by a unexpected brick wall what happened?

madame pomfry: you were found under the collapsed quidditch tent, you were brought to me bruised and unconcious. these 2 were among those who found you. you are pretty lucky you werent seriously injured. your bruising has gone down, you will stay in here for a few more hours then you can go back to your dorm. it is my recommendation that you get plenty of rest and then you go to the formal tomorrow and take it easy... your cousin will be allowed to stay with you tonight so she can make sure you get the rest you need.

now that madame pomfry had come to see you hermione got off the cot she slept on and came to hug you... you flinched a bit but returned her embrace, Draco approached from the other side and touched your shoulder.

hermione let go of you as she went to madame pomfry and began asking her for a written report for hermione to deliver to professor McGonagall. while both hermione and madame pomfry werent looking Draco came to sit on the edge of your bed, he smiled lightly...

Draco: you are awake. i was so worried about you.

YN: strange thing is i dont recall the tent coming down. i remember being in there working on my strategy for the christmas exhibition match, when the earth shook and thats when everything went dark. i wasnt even done when everything happened. i am so sorry i worried you.

Draco: you are such a brave girl, im very lucky to have you on my arm and by my side. i love you YN.

YN: i love you too. now go do me a favor and take a shower and change your robes. no offense my love but you need to take a shower.

Draco: i will take your advice... ill see you in a while. and ill have your homework...

Draco took his leave to go take a shower and change his robes before class. he went to class but his mind was not completely there. the professors had already gathered a stack of notes for you, so while draco attended the classes he couldnt focus. that was not a good thing, especially for his grades.

but the professors understood, for they all knew he clearly had other things going on, for at this time you and draco were out to the school. no one questioned why draco wasnt fully paying attention, they just hoped you would be okay.

a few hours passed, hermione brought you your casual dress to get you back to the dorm. as your fellow students watched you and hermione walk back to the dorms. you smiled slightly at draco who just watched you in passing like any normal rivalry.

the next few hours were spent with different people coming in to do different shifts of watching you, helping you, taking care of you. finally it was the tutoring time. you were told to be on bed rest, but when hermione didnt return to the dorm you figured she had arranged something.

Draco knocked at the door before he entered. once he came into view he was entranced by how stunning you looked sitting there, with your pet cat in your lap. (*yes okay yes i realize that this is the first time i mention the reader’s pet... sue me i forgot about that part till just now.*)

YN: hey.

Draco: i brought you the notes and stuff from classes. YN i feel so awful about what you went through i....

thats when you placed your finger to his lips this shut him up immediately.

YN: its not your fault, there was nothing you could have done. i went to the tent it was my choice. please i dont want you to blame yourself for what happened. lets just focus on the formal. now i want to thank you for the box... and before you say that it isnt from you or that you have no idea what im talking about. the magic signature on the card on the box belonged to you love. i havent looked inside, but i know that when i show up at the formal im gonna look absolutely smashing.

Draco: i have to use the money my father sends me somehow, so i went to the shop, and i picked everything out with the measurements that i got from hermione of course. plus it matches us a bit... anyway, here are the notes i had a few questions i knew you could help me solve. snape wants me and you to be among the first to brew the wolfsbane. he says it will be a easy task or at least for you it will be. he also said that you need to submit your formula on wolfsbane by fire message before the end of the day.

You quickly did that as Draco said it, he looked at you with curious concern in his eyes. he stayed with you for a few hours explaining what happened in the classes you missed. handing you the assignments, letting you explain what he didnt understand.

*TIME SKIP: the rest of that evening went by pretty quick, you spent time tutoring Draco, who left when your cousin walked back into the room. you were now spending time chattering with her over the hair styles for the formal the next day. well you and hermione got an early sleep for the next day would sure be a busy one. now we go to the showers where you have just arrived to stretch out and begin your day.*

you were in your stall, mulling things over under the hot water. your brain swimming with thousands of thoughts, ones that made you begin humming, something you do quite often and in different situations you hum different songs. in this case it was something celtic something haunting some sort of ancient melody that haunts your very soul.

your hum echoed through the castle. no one could figure out where the sound was coming from except your cousin. for she had heard you hum that tune many numerous times before.

Hermione: so you thinking again?

you snapped out of your hum, for you had not realized that another person could have walked into the room, never mind your own cousin.

YN: just got some butterflies about tonight... H what if this doesnt go the way we think it will...

Hermione: well cuz if you think about it this way, people will expect the rivalry to still take place during the event no one will expect the rivalry to be non existant during the event. to see 2 people who arent normally friends acting like friends even if for one night will do us all proud. now hurry up so we can go open the box to see what your man gave you...

YN: ah yes thank you for reminding me cuz, thank you for giving draco the information he needed to get these things for me.. i appreciate it a ton.

Hermione: no to worry cuz you are gonna look beautiful. now hurry up or you will look like a prune...

you finished cleaning up, you dryed off and wrapped up in your housecoat to go back to your dorm. twas the only way you were comfortable. your cousin right beside you both of you discussing your hair and what the hell you would do with it.

Hermione and you now sat in your dorm and just stared at the box between you both, the blue box that had tormented you for 2 days now sat between you ready for the unveiling of what lay inside.

you removed the note and slowly undid the ribbon binding the box shut. you reached down to ope the lid, the first thing you saw was the dress, picking it up you stood spinning around holding the dress against your form.

YN: remind me to thank him for this...

hermione: oh im sure just wearing this tonight will thank him enough for this. now come on lets see what else is in here…

you lay the dress over your cousins lap as you reach into the box and pull out a fashion wrap…

YN: isnt this basically just a cape?

Hermione: yes it is but we dont speak of that… lol it is nice and it looks like it goes in matching with the dress.

you lay that as well over your cousins lap and pull out a small bag.

YN: wnder what this is…

Hermone: well it must be valuable in order to require its own packaging inside of packaging,

you ope the baggie to reveal a custom bracelet.

Hermione: ive seen those before, you can get it engraved with whatevr you want particularly used for couples.

you flip it over and look at the enraving, “Yn & Draco always and forever 08-22”

you smiled ear to ear, little giggles left your lips, happily of course as you attached the bracelet to your wrist. once it was attached you reached into the box to pull out the next item again another baggie a bit bigger than the last. you opened it to reveal a gold headband.

YN: so he is gona treat me like a queen

Hermione: at least i dont have to worry about you.

YN: but you still will anyway cause thats just how you are cuz!

hermione: come on girl whats the last thing in the box.

You reach into the box and pull out a pair of leather strap short heals and smile.

Hermione: lets become fabulous. cause we all know thats a crime in itself but we have 5 hours before we have to be there for presentations and plus the rivals have the first dance as is in the announcement this year.

you had forgotten that the ministry had made that announcement… since fudge was supposed to make an appearance at the dance. He wanted to see the rivals of the school have the honor of first dance. It was a new tradition and would remain so for generations to come.

First was to get dressed. You went behind the change cover, you put on your strapless and a nice pair of seamless bottoms. You were now ready for the dress, but you realized that there was a bra built into the dress already. Well at least into one part of it. ****A/N: yes i know that this wasnt mentioned but the dress that im describing is a two piece, it was one i had done my research on and liked the way it looked in the color scheme i was using for this story. Okay back to the story.****

You removed your strapless as now you knew you didnt need it. You pulled on the skirt fiestas to make sure that you were good in that department. You kinda did a half twirl and then put on the top, well you couldnt do it up as the zipper was at the back.

YN: hey cuz, can you zip me up?

Hermione: a zipper… how does it look

YN: its a 2 piece… its in my house color, its soft fabric it feels soft against my skin.

Hermione: well come out and hold yourself in place.

You stepped out from behind the shield and watched your cousin turn around in her dress. You both squealed in happiness for it made you both happy to know that you both looked amazing! Hermione did your top up and both of you stood side by side in the mirror.

Hermione: cuz we need to photo shoot this in the mirror, we are still sure of this plan, we are so certain that this is the night the school will accept the possibility of a union between you and draco. I mean when are you guys planning to tell everyone about your relationship anyway.

YN: no idea, it hasnt been discussed to much, we know we need to tell everyone we just dont know when or how. But when we do it will be a big event. Alright on a different note ive set the mirror to do the photo shoot of us its taking 5 very precisely timed shots. So lets wing it. Nice one first so we can duplicate it and send it to our folks then we go from there.

Pose 1: normal, side by side and looking your best.

Pose 2: charlies angels, missing an angel but smiling anyway

Pose 3: the shocked first look in outfit (hermione shocked at seeing you)

Pose 4: parting the sea, back to back looking away

Pose 5: and finally the hug it out moment

You went round to the window to stare down at the world, the school looked all decorated for the formal and the sound of people gathering around the grounds, the concorse full of people and visitors. You strapped on your shoes and your cousin finished your hair and applied your wrap.

you wondered how the night would look, you wondered if anyone would question the less amounts of tension between you and Draco.

You wondered alot of things but a knock at the door brought you back to earth. You turned to see Harry and Ron standing at the door.

Harry: wow, ladies you both look amazing!

You and Hermione smile as Harry hands you something from minerva

Yn: it's professor McGonagall she wants to see me, says it's of great importance.

Hermione: that's okay I'll walk down with the boys. Go go…

You walk out of the room and go as fast as possible without tripping and falling to where you knew the professor would be.

Minerva: ah YN you look lovely..

Yn: thank you professor, I got your note you wanted to see me.

Minerva: yes as you may have heard by now this year the Minister of magic is attending the formal as a honored guest, he has requested that you and Mr malfoy be honored guests as your rivalry is legendary as well as you and Mr malfoy will be receiving something special from the minister. He wants to commend you both on jobs well done this year. Your main task for the dance is to start the dancing off, now i know that you are a little sensitive YN so if you need a minute to process this before we make the announcement and before your fellow classmates begin to gather.

YN: ya could i actually have a minute… where do i enter from?

Minerva: you will enter from the right side of the staircase, mr malfoy will enter from the left, just be there and ready for the announcement.

You went round to the right side of the staircase and began pacing, letting your brain sort itself out to be able to go out there and not kiss Draco in front of everyone.

To not run straight into his arms, to be able to just be a boy and a girl with no connection other than their rivalry for one night.

That Un be known to you would be the case on this night you would be just a girl, and Draco would just be a boy who would be spending time together during the formal.

Draco (to self): OK tonight can not go wrong, it's just one night to be just a boy and just a girl. I know she is probably nervous but she will be her normal brilliant self, i will be charming and pleasant and this evening will take the rivalship between me and YN to an 11. I hope she isnt overthinking things.

You on the other side of things were overthinking everything that could go right and everything that could go wrong. You were also talking to yourself and pacing and borderline freak out.

YN(to self): i cant do this, i can do this… what am i saying tonight is gonna go horrible… something is gonna mess this night up and screw up the entire eco system that is a almost 2 year secret… i wonder what it would be like if draco and i were out to the school and the public eye as a couple… what am i saying that would be a disaster. The ministry, the school, my parents, his parents, our friends, everyone would reject us… we would end up living as muggles for the rest of our lives, we would be exiled from the wizard records, we would have our legacy dragged through the dirt or worse.

That's when you heard Dracos voice in the wind.

Draco: don't stress babe, I'll be right by your side the entire time, trust me babe… Then we will happily go outside for some air later. Now let's get ready… and don't worry about a thing love.

Thats when you had calmed down a bit more, and listened to mcgonigal speak.

Minerva: settle down everyone, before we all enter the great hall, it gives me great pleasure to introduce 2 people who im sure need no introduction, their rivalry is legendary amongst the entire student body. The minister himself asked that these 2 be given a very special entrance, ladies and gentlemen to kick off tonights winter formal i proudly present YN and Draco.

That was yours and Dracos cues to walk out from cover and down the stairs. All eyes were on the 2 of you as you both united in the center between the 2 staircases.

Draco: in all my years at hogwarts never have I ever been so lucky in all I do, for my rival and I we know that we will make hogwarts proud in all we do and one day who knows maybe we will end up teaching here as well one day. But our rivalry won't end with graduation or parting for one final time. You all shall hear of our rivalry far and wide as we continue the rivalry even outside of hogwarts. Sorry for the speech slur but I figured on behalf of all of us we should make a statement.

Draco then held his arm for you to take. That you did and both of you walked the rest of the steps together, the only person who you both stopped to acknowledge was the minister.

Fudge: in all my time as minister for magic, i have never seen 2 people who just go from rivals one minute to just pleasant normal students, almost like the bond of your rivalry has brought you both closer together. Tell me YN did you ever see yourself and mr malfoy here being friends maybe.

YN: i honestly can say no i have not seen that possibility but there is an ever changing future and i look forward to seeing what it may hold, if per chance one day this rivalry of ours becomes obsolete we will im sure become the best of friends, as long as that would be viewed as a good thing in the eyes of the ministry of course.

Fudge: friendship is never an issue… now let the formal commence, music…

You and draco walk onto the dancefloor, you both had not danced outside of the astronomy tower before you both were unsure of how to act.

Draco placed one hand on your waist and one hand on your hand. The music started and you both began to move with the music, but no one would be able to hear your conversation….

Draco: you look wonderful tonight…

YN: thank you, i mean it wasnt hard to figure out who sent these wonderful items, but that was also a given considering we talk one minute about the formal and the fact i didnt have anything to wear and the next minute there is a mysterious box with a note saying that the dress and stuff was in the box made me smile. I figured it out when i saw the box, before i read the note.

Draco: was it that obvious?

YN: yes it was but thats ok, cause i know that tonight we arent rivals, we are just 2 people who happen to be a big part of the school and its events. I honestly didnt know that this was what we had to do till i got mcgonigals note.

Draco: well tonight will be special i promise.

YN: ill hold you to it.

Draco just smiled as more people joined you on the dancefloor, after a few songs you and Draco went to get something to drink. You both picked a table and sat down beside eachother, so as to have a civizled conversation.

Draco: any plans to go home for break?

YN: nope, as far as my parents are concerned i am staying at the school and just helping minerva… its not like i have much at home anyway. I mean sure my parents are there and they love me but i dont want to go home, see my parents start getting back into my home life routine and then have to come back to hogwarts… its just too hard. Thats why i stopped going home for break, thats why i stay here and help the professors keep the school over break.

Draco: well what would you say if i stay here as well over break… think of it as we are on one continuous date for 2 weeks.

YN: now that i would enjoy. But i think we should tell the school… somehow… someway… but we shouldnt wait too much longer, we dont know what the consequences will be…

Draco: i know you are right… i…

Just as he was about to speak again the minister came up to both of you pulling up a seat beside you…

Cornielious: having a good time tonight…

YN: yes we are minister thank you… we were just discussing what the tutoring schedule will look like over the next bit before our owls and winter break.

Draco: are you having a good time minister?

Cornielious: its like nothing has changed at hogwarts, this party is fantastic, it is a good time, it also gives me a break from my work at the ministry.. Oh YN your mom and dad said to say hi… i have them checking into a few strange occurrences for magic bursts.

YN: well you certainly picked the right people for the job, i know my parents well enough to know that they wont quit a case if there are no leads… as my mom always the hardest case is the easiest case for the answer is staring you in the face.

All 3 of you start laughing as the music changes again and one student exclaims…

Student A: its snowing!!!

All the students continued to dance as the music changed to more slow songs, you and draco decided to try to slow dance again. But no one would have predicted the scene that would happen about quarter way into the dance.

You were having a small convo with draco and he decided to kiss you on the cheek. No one else noticed, your cousin however smart and brilliant for she non vocally slowed time a bit to the point of you and draco could recover and pretend that it didnt happen.

But a few students and teachers noticed… this made you go bright red, you backed away from Draco and turned to run through the crowd, grabbing your cape and going out the doors down the stairs and into the rose garden.

Time resumed but no one said anything, all they saw was you running out of the great hall and draco standing in the center of the dance floor. Hermione started to move toward the door but saw draco run after you… he realized he made a mistake. She went to explain to the professors what happened and the dance was resumed.

Draco followed your footprints and got into the maze… he located you in the center of the maze, he was very careful to approach. But you were already aware that he had followed you.

YN: no need to be cautious, i know you are there…

Draco came fully round the corner and became visible as he appeared in front of you.

Draco: im so sorry about that in there love. It was… well i just…. I mean…

YN: its okay i understand what happened… heat of the moment and all. But as my cousin has told me telepathically of course is that she has spoken to those who saw this happen and she told them that it was nothing special. It was just a simple slip of the moment. But she harry ron and crab and goyle all know the truth… one day we will tell the rest of the students and the professors but for now…

Thats when he threw a snowball at you… well now he had started something, this fight went on for a few moments before you realized that he was close enough to you & that you guys were still alone and that no one would know if you shared a moment under the falling snow…

YN: tonight just being normal was amazing! Thank you so much for this…

Draco: there is one more thing i feel like we should do… one thing that we are gonna do to remember this moment, how we looked on the floor and for anyone that wants a memory of tonight, i know i will and i know our friends will but we also need to start making memories for our children to see one day… so here is one for the history books...

You didnt have time to respond before he kissed you. the snow falling on your faces and the calm night air made this night even better to just be there together.

~to be continued~

#obxmermaidholiday

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mar-bluu · 4 years

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Hi hellooo 20 qnd 89 for the prompt thint! No pressure to use both tho 💛

Hi! Im sorry this took a while, and is probably not up to scratch lol, but i did what i could :3 20: “It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!” 89: “What if it sinks?” Word count: 1447 (so much for trying to keep them under 700 :/) Ship: javid Warnings: swearing and i think that’s it

“Oh come on, Jackie! Ten minutes, please?” Davey smiled sweetly, batting his eyelashes in an effort to persuade his boyfriend into going with him. Jack sighed and drew back the curtains, revealing a cold, grey sky, swirling with stormy clouds. “Look outside, Davey, the weather’s piss-poor! And even if I wanted to paddle around the lake on a damn kayak -which I don’t- I wouldn’t go in weather like this!” He closed the curtains again, and sunk into the closest armchair, covering his legs with a blanket. Davey rolled his eyes. “It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!” Jack glared at him from the couch. “I know that! It’s just…” He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he tried to find the right words. “I don’t… look, water and I don’t really have a great history.” Davey cocked his head in curiosity. “What do you mean?” “Well,” Jack shrugged. “I just- I don’t like the water, anything more than a shower and something goes wrong! It’s like I’m cursed!” “I’m sure that’s not true-” “It is!” Jack insisted. “I’ve swallowed enough pool water and gotten enough salt spray splashed in my eyes to last me a lifetime.” Davey sighed and draped himself over Jack’s lap. “Please? I’m sure it won’t be that bad!” He looked up at Jack pleadingly. “Kath, Spot and Race are watching Les and said they’d meet us down at the lake, it’ll be fun!” He turned his puppy dog eyes up to eleven. Jack looked away, he hated the puppy dog eyes, it was practically impossible to say no. “Fine.” He spat. “I’ll go. But if you try to get me anywhere near the lake, I’m throwing you in.”

“No.” “Come on!” “Absolutely not.” “Please?” “Not even if you paid me.” “You’re already wearing a lifejacket!” Jack crossed his arms over his chest and gave a half shrug. “So? Doesn’t mean I have to go in.” Davey sighed and grabbed Jack’s shoulder, looking out to the lake where Kath and Les were kayaking around, laughing as Race and Spot capsized. “Everyone’s having so much fun, Jack,” He took hold of Jack’s hand. “Just give it a go?” Davey raised his hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Jack looked away, trying desperately to stay firm on his stance. Against his better judgement, he looked back. Puppy dog eyes. Shit! He cursed inwardly, hoping against all hope that he would stay strong. “…What if it sinks?” Davey bounced a little on the balls of his feet. “It won’t! I promise!” Jack’s eyes wandered over to where Race was spitting out lake water. “As long as you don’t try grab fish with your bare hands.” He added with a small shrug. Jack chewed on his bottom lip nervously. “You swear I won’t end up in the water?” “I swear.” “…okay.” “Yes!” Davey punched the air with excitement. “I know you’ll enjoy it!” He screwed his eyes up tight, smiling wide, his nose crinkled and cheeks tinted pink. He kissed Jack’s cheek and sprinted off to the lake’s edge. Jack smiled to himself, in his opinion, there was nothing better than seeing Davey excited. He fiddled with the straps of the lifejacket and swallowed nervously. Now all he had to do was keep a brave face.

Jack gripped the side of the kayak so tightly, his knuckles had turned white. A brave face. Water lapped at the side of the kayak, brushing his fingertips, and he felt his confidence break a little more. The weather had continued to be shitty and the sky had cracked open to unleash a heavy downpour, soaking them all to the bone. Jack was shivering, and no matter how much his brain screamed at him that he should hate this, that he was right and should go home and dry off and never look at the water again he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying himself... At least a little bit. The water still made him more than a little nervous, and he’d really rather stay out of it, but he was willing to brave it for the small adrenaline rush it gave him. Spot and Les had ditched their kayak partners and opted to go swimming instead, while Katherine and Race were playing a game of tag in their kayaks, zooming past every now and then. That would always spike Jack’s heart-rate. A peal of thunder sounded overhead, and Davey- who had made sure to stay by Jack’s side the whole time- called out. “Hey, we should probably head back now,” Jack could see his teeth beginning to chatter from where he was. “Do you need any help getting back to shore?” Jack shook his head. “Nah, I’m alright Dave. Thanks.” Davey nodded to himself. “Alright! Well, I’ll be waiting on the shore with towels.” With a small smile, Davey took off, Jack paddling after him. By the time Jack had crossed the fifteen or so metres to shallower waters, the rain had begun to fall harder and Kath and Davey had bundled Les up in towels, though Les had decided seeing how far he could sink in a small mud puddle was a better idea. “You’re going to get sick, Les!” Jack could hear Katherine call from her shelter under a picnic hut. “Few more minutes, Kathy, please?” Jack could tell Les was giving her puppy dog eyes of his own. Guess it ran in the family. “Not today, kid.” Spot materialised behind Les and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him out of the mud, much to Les’ disappointment. Another crack of thunder brought Jack back to the real world, and he swung his legs over the side of the kayak, feeling to cold grey lake-water soak through his already damp pants. Wading through the water, he dragged the kayak up onto the shore, where -as promised- Davey was waiting with a towel, his own placed over his head as he dried off his hair. With the kayak pulled safely up on the ground, Jack scurried over to his boyfriend and took the second towel from him, wrapping it around himself. He sat down at the picnic table, still protected from the downpour and Davey sat down beside him, pulling him into a side hug. “Thanks, for coming with me,” Davey said, shivering slightly. Jack snuggled further against him. “’S no worries,” he shrugged. “And if I’m being honest… it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” He looked up to see Davey beaming back at him. Jack rolled his eyes and shoved Davey’s side lightly. “Don’t even think about it! Just because I didn’t hate it doesn’t mean I wanna do it again.” Davey laughed and pressed a soft kiss to Jack’s hair. “Okay,” he said, shivering less and less as the shared body heat of him and Jack kept the cold at bay. “But in all honesty, Jack? I’m proud of you for facing up to your fear of the water.” Jack felt his cheeks heat up. “W- I’m not afraid, I’m cursed!” He corrected as Davey grinned. “Either way, I’m glad you came.” Jack opened his mouth to reply, but a creak from the thin hut roof interrupted him. He looked up at it with narrowed eyes, and just as he went to continue his conversation with Davey, a small patch of the roof gave way, dumping rainwater directly onto Jack’s head, missing every other person huddled under the picnic hut with him. A few seconds of constant water passed, and as the stored water gave way to the rain outside, Jack peeled his hair out of his eyes and slicked it back against his head, sputtering and coughing out water. All eyes turned to him, dead silent. Until Davey snickered. He slapped a hand over his mouth as everyone’s attention was directed to him now. He giggled again, trying to get out a half-apology between bouts of laughter. His humour, however, proved to be infectious, as Katherine joined him in laughing, closely followed by Les, Spot, and Race. Jack wiped the water out from his eyes, and couldn’t restrain his own giggle that burst from his chest. He stepped to the side, out of the rain and Davey held his towel out to him which Jack took appreciatively. He buried his face in Davey’s shoulder as their laughter began to die down. Davey pulled him in tighter, taking hold of Jack’s hands and rubbing them in his own to generate heat. “Guess you really are cursed.” He chuckled. Jack ran his fingers through his sopping wet hair and flicked the excess water at his boyfriend, frowning playfully. “Shut up.”

#asks!#gashjkdlfagv yeah kinda not amazing ngl but i need to break through my slump and the only way to do so is my pushing through i guess :3 #also it got really weirdly formatted so if it looks wonky im so sorry #anyways #kath and les are great friends you cant change my mind #jack kelly #davey jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #les jacobs #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #javid #newsies #jae writes #cutesiewoojin #:))

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homorashi · 4 years

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Day 13: At the beach

Free! Iwatobi | Haru x Makoto | On the Count of three.

Haru, Rin, Nagisa Makoto and Rei decided there was no better way than to spend a hot summers day than taking the train down to the local beach town and getting in some rays and waves. Makoto being less than comfy around crowds and not the biggest fan of the ocean, suggested they go to a private beach about a forty minute taxi ride from the station, they all agreed because they wanted to make him as comfortable as possible.

Being so far away from the main town, only surrounded by ocean and a few wealthy peoples beach homes, the boy brought a picnic to quench their mid-after noon munchies and thirst. After downing a few sandwiches and drinks the boys sat and chatted on the blanket taking in the sun.

“Race you to the water?” Nagisa was the first to perk up after eating the small boy has so much energy.

“Im gonna stay here, you guys go ahead.” Makoto gave them all a smile,

“Ill stay too.” Haru looked over at makoto as the other three boys got up and sprinted into the ocean down shore from where the two stay seated.

Haru and Makoto just sat and watched the boys play, hearing the occasional laugh and scream, Haru looked at then yearningly, Makoto had a feeling Haru was only here staying dry because he knew he had a fear of the ocean.

“Im gonna go put my feet in, if you wanna walk down and join them?” He looks over at Haru. He isn’t ready to dive in head first like the others but cooling off after these already many hours in the sun would be nice.

The two boys get up and run over to the other, Haru wading out deep with the boys.

Makoto walks up to the water, waiting for a big enough wave to get just enough power to lightly run over his feet, When it happens, the cold burst of water on his toes sets off a chair reaction, he feels a twinge in his bladder, He needs to pee. He looks around, looking for a restroom to go excuse himself when he realizes, because they are at such a deserted beach, there are none. Everyone who comes here owns a house nearby where they can just run and relieve themselves.

He looks out and see’s Haru and the other are having so much fun, he cant disturb them for something as stupid as needing to pee. He feels another wave crash on his feet, this time up to his ankle, another twinge is felt in his bladder. He decides he was better off back on dry land, as he didn't even have to go when he was there. He turns around and walks back, leaving the other boys to play in the waves.

Around half and hours has passed sense Makoto realized he needed to pee, Sitting on dry land helped at first but now that he realized he has to pee, and there is no place to go, he cant seem to shake the urge. He looks out at his friends, and all the empty bottles of water around where he is sitting, he isn’t stupid, he knows they are probably peeing in the water left and right.

“Hey!” Makoto is startles by Haru suddenly walking up to the towel, sitting down next to Makoto.

“You alright?” Haru shakes his hair off, the wetness landing on Makoto’s legs, he once again have the overwhelming urge to pee, this time more nagging, more urgent.

“Yeah.” He manages to squeak out a response, He wishes haru would go back into the water soon, the sudden urge to grab himself, to squeeze him junk is unbearable.

“Im so tired. Im gonna rest a bit.” The boy lays back onto the towel closing his eyes. Makoto takes this as an opportunity to stick a hand between his legs, grasping at his light green swim shorts. He looks down into the ocean, Rin, Nagisa and Rei and sitting down in the shallow end, digging for sea shells.

“Do you know where the sunscreen is?” Makoto is started by Haru’s voice, He looks over at the boy, he is sitting up, looking at Makoto.

“Uhh, it’s in Rei’s Backpack.” Makoto removes the hand from his crotch, Unsure if Haru saw him.

“Why don’t we go get in the ocean? We don’t have to go that deep, we can just sit down?” Haru ask Makoto,

“Im fine.” Makoto tries to smile, He doesn't want to admit to Haru that he has to pee, hell that he is desperate.

“Im just gonna ask, because I think I already know the answer.” Haru pauses “You have to pee don’t you?” Makoto feels his face go red.

“I do, but Im fine I can hold it.” He tries to reassure Haru, even though, he is pretty sure the boy saw him grabbing his crotch for dear life a few moments ago. Haru drops the topic, puts on some sun screen and goes back to laying down.

Makoto grabs himself again, This time putting a towel over his lap, to hide it incase Haru, or anyone see’s. He contemplates his options. Looking around there is nothing he could walk to that would give him privacy, And just finding a tree or a big rock is out of the question, Makoto doesn't tell anyone but he is extremely bladder shy. He often waits till the swimming pool locker room at school is empty before pissing. He usually can wait till swim practice all day to use the restroom as its the most quiet bathroom, so he is used to holding it for a long time, but today he can say its never gotten this bad. Could he even make in back in the taxi without wetting himself? He isn’t so sure.

“ah-” He yelps as he feels a leak moisten against his palm, His dry swimsuit now feeling a little damp. He is now sure he wont last in the Taxi home, let alone until they wanna leave.

“Makoto?” Haru is awake once again, sitting up, looking at the boy. “Can I borrow that towel, the sun is too hot on my face.” The boy gestures to the towel in Makoto’s lap.

“Uhh- sure.” Makoto slips his hand out from under it, and hands it to Haru, Revealing a soft ball sized dark green wet patch on his swim trunks.

“Makoto Do you have to Pee?” Haru asks again, the answer is obvious.

“No.” The boy is in denial.

“Better question, Did you have an accident?” the boy points to Makoto’s lap. He gives in at this point and grabs himself with both hands.

“I Have to go really really bad.” his voice gets more serious

“Okay, let’s go into the ocean, for just a second.” Haru grabs the boys arm. Makoto looks out into the dark blue abyss in front of them and just shakes his head violently.

“Okay, then let’s go find a tree or behind a house.” The black haired boy stands up but Makoto doesn't budge.

“Haru, I can’t. I wont be able to go.” The boy sits back down.

“What do you mean? you clearly have to go.” He once again looks down at Makoto’s crotch, he can still see the darkened patch threw the boys fingers.

“Im shy about these kinds of things.” Makoto blushes

“I see.” Haru thinks

“Haru!” Makoto shouts, leaking again. “Help me.” The boy begs, his bladder throbbing, begging to be released, all this talk about it had made him have to go even worse.

“Nobody is gonna judge you if you piss in the sand.” Haru breaks his silence.

“I already told you haru, I can just get up and go somewhere on the beach its-” Haru cuts him off.

“No, like sitting here, where you are, in your swimsuit.” Haru pauses looking at the boy.

“I-I don’t want too.” Makoto’s eyes fill with tears, He wishes he could just go pee in the ocean like the others, but no. He is too afraid he is gonna have an accident like a child.

“I really have to go as well.” Haru says shifting in the sand.

“Ill be fine, go down to the water.” Makoto winces as another leak threatens to escape his grasp.

“I don’t pee in the ocean, thats dirty.” Haru looks out into the sparkling water

“What!?” Makoto is shocked “ah! No” He lets go for a second not thinking and feels the stop on his suite re dampen. “Have you not gone all day???” The boy is amazed, Haru seems completely fine.

“Im used to this, I usually don’t pee for all of swim practice, or meets. Sometimes I don’t go during a while day at training camp. None of the other boys take breaks, cause it’s obvious they are peeing in the water, so I would be the weird one If i got out just to pee.” He shrugs.

“Lets go get the other and call a Taxi, we can leave and get you-ahh” He winces again. “No-no.” This time a longer stream escapes him, he leans forward to get more pressure on his crotch, he stops the flow.

“Makoto, you cant get into a Taxi like this, I do have an idea though.” Haru looks over at the boy, Haru is now sitting with his legs crossed, All this talk about peeing must not be helping him either.

“When I was little and I had to pee, at the beach or even the pool, I would be too afraid to ask my parents to go, so I would just sit on a chair or in the sand and pretend I was on the toilet and just go, Usually the wetness of my swimsuit would hide it and then I could go back to playing.” Haru says

“Haru, I already to you, I cant.” Makoto cries

“What If we did It at the same time?” Haru wiggles in his seat.

“What?” Makoto is shocked at what he is hearing, Both of them peeing themselves at the same time?

“Hurry up and decided, I don’t wanna loose anymore swimming time.” Haru looks out into the ocean, The other boys are now back into the water, splashing around.

“Haru, I don’t think I can, I’ll just hold lt!” Makoto is insistent, he knows better than anyone else unless he is completely alone he just cant let go. Haru gives the boy a concerned look.

“Fine, I will to then.” Haru now takes one of his hands and shoves it between his legs. Makoto looks over at his friend, then back at himself. He adjusts so his hands are now gripping at a better angle and tries to focus on something else.

Ten or so minutes go by and its impossible to focus on anything else when Haru wont shop shifting, and re adjusting, constantly refolding and unfolding his legs. His face looks uncomfortable. Makoto feels bad. Haru is in pain and its all his fault.

“Haru?” Makoto questions

“yes?” The boy squeaks out with gritted teeth

“You should go, you’re hurting yourself.”

“So are you.” He replies “Im not letting you suffer alone. We’re friends.” Haru says squirming.

“Hey! Come swim!” They hear the boys yelling from the water.

Haru waves back with his free hand, luckily they are far enough away, the other boys shouldn't be able to tell the compromising positions they are both in.

“Okay.” Makoto yells

“Okay?” Haru takes a second to realize what he is saying. “thank you.” Haru blushes and Makoto see’s his face relax.

“Wait!” Makoto yells, Haru tenses up, He didn’t pee yet, but he was about too.

“What!” The boy is startled.

“I tried and nothing happened.” Haru looks down at the boys laps, his hands are away but the old wet spot isn't remoistened.

“Okay Makoto, Im gonna count down and on three were both gonna just pee, like its nothing, just a normal thing.” Haru’s legs are bouncing up and down in the sand, Makoto knows if he doesn’t pee when Haru reaches three, He is doomed, He will be too pee shy to go if Haru has an accident before him.

“one.” Haru counts Makoto tried to relax, for a second a stream starts but his body instinctively cuts it off.

“Two” Haru’s toes curl, the boy trying hard to wait for his friend, looking down at Makoto’s crotch, it’s still dry as in the sand. Haru waits looking at the boys face, and back at his crotch, he see’s a little bit of wetness glistening on the green fabric.

“Three!” Haru yells and relaxes his body, letting the pee forcefully fun out of him into the sand between his legs, In mists of the relief he looks over at Makoto who is looking down at his own crotch.

Makoto hears the three, and couldn't believe he felt a rapid wetness growing, He was doing it he was peeing! It felt so good, he didn’t even care he was having an accident. He stared as his whole swimsuit trunk harkened in the front, Looking over at Haru they met eyes, Haru’s swimsuits was darker now as well, the puddle between his legs was far bigger then Makoto’s he could see the pee from haru pooling, not being absorbed by the sand fast enough.

Haru finishes before Makoto and looks down at the mess he maid and just chuckles. He can hear the faint buzzing of Makoto’s accident die down as the brunette boy stops looking at his crotch and looks up at Haru.

“Thank you.” Makoto smiles.

“Now you wait here, While I go fill this sand bucket up with water, you will need to rinse off before we get into the Taxi.” Haru runs over to the water.

“Haru Did you piss yourself?” Makoto heres rin yell, and all the others laugh He look as Haru plops himself into the water, filling the bucket and washing himself off in the mean time. He runs back over and dumps the bucket right into Makoto’s lap.

Makoto laughs as the cold water hits him, Haru just smiles at him before running back into the ocean, Splashing Rin in the face when he Arrives.

ahhhhh this was good I love when two people are desperate together. I need MORE like this.

#omorashi #omovember #omo #Free! iwatobi omorashi #swimsuit omorashi #swimsuit fic #Writing #This is so long #PLEASE give me feedback!

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reesewestonarchive · 5 years

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chapter five / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

I don’t have a tag list so if you’re interested lemme know

South of the California border, Nakoa finds it.

The weather’s good, better than the Midwest, and Rem’s attitude is better. Freer.

Nakoa likes him like this. He buys booze and cigarettes with money that he won in pool in Vegas, and Nakoa makes a deal with a hippie they meet outside a record store for weed, and strolls the streets of Ferris, California high as a kite.

He feels pretty fucking good when he finds it, a tiny shop tucked away in between a coffeeshop and a consignment store. Music plays so loud it drifts onto the street, and Nakoa steps inside after he puts his joint out.

The shop owner lifts a hand at him in greeting, but says nothing. There’s a sign overhead that reads, DISCOUNT CASSETTES - $2 and Nakoa makes his way there, ignoring the albums and the deep seated desire he has to own them again.

When he gets a job. When he settles down.

London Calling sits right on top, along with a few other albums. Nakoa peeks inside, makes sure they’re right, that they’re really the one he wants, and… they are. All of them in damn near pristine condition.

Nakoa blinks. Picks up all three albums, puts them carefully on the counter and slaps seven dollars on the counter as well.

The clerk blinks at him. “Cassettes?”

“The van only has a tape deck.” Nakoa prefers it. CDs scratch, they skip. A tape deck can be rewound, if the ribbon comes out. Spliced back together.

The sound quality sucks, but Nakoa’ll make do.

The clerk shoves the tapes into a brown paper bag, and Nakoa leaves.

Stuffs it into his pocket, and continues down the street, taking in the city.

LA’s bigger, but Ferris is huge. Nakoa feels anonymous, here, lost amongst the sea of suits and skirts. There’s freedom, here, in a way Nakoa isn’t used to, even from the days in car from Withervale.

He crosses the crosswalk, wonders what Rem’s doing now. If he found another idiot to hustle, if he’s gambling.

If he’s still lying in the room at the motel, like he was when Nakoa left him.

“Hey,” Nakoa says, when he opens the door to the motel room, digging for the joint as he does. “I have something for—”

The motel room is fucking trashed. The bed upended, the TV sideways on the floor, scratches in the walls. Broken tables.- light flickers from where it hangs on the wall, and.

There’s a lot of fucking blood. Nakoa’s mouth goes dry, and he takes a careful step forward into the room. Wonders if he should say anything. If he should call Rem’s name, or turn around and leave.

Th van still sits in the parking lot, though, so Nakoa steps forward, into the room.

“Rem?” he calls, quiet, then louder. “This some kind of fucking trick?”

Shallow breathing, and Nakoa wishes he had a weapon. But then, Rem’s arm comes over the side of the bed, still donned in the bracelets he always wears. Relief might wash through him were it not for the blood.

“What the fuck?”

Rem staggers to his feet. “It’s—fine. Shut up.”

“There’s—” Nakoa makes a gesture to the walls. “No!” He feels a bit like he’s flailing in the water, trying not to drown when he should know how to swim. It’s not the first time. It won’t be the last.

“It’s not mine,” Rem says, like that’s supposed to help. His voice is strained. He’s holding his side, limping, and—”Don’t give me that look, Warren.”

Nakoa clenches his jaw. “What happened.”

His brain is a fog of relaxation and weed and Rem is a fan blowing it all away.

Rem sits on the edge of the bed. Surveys the damage. “The van’s still out there, right?”

“That’s not a fucking answer!”

His voice sounds too loud in the space, and someone knocks on the walls, harsh and Nakoa has half a mind to ask them what the fuck happened.

The album weighs heavy in his pocket. He says, “Rem. What the fuck?”

A beat and then Rem snaps, “Like you’re some kind of fucking saint.” Before Nakoa can respond, he says, “I was cleaning up your mess.”

“What mess?!” What has Nakoa done, aside from shop, get high, fake ID himself into a liquor store; beside put the idea of leaving in Rem’s head to begin with—besides pay for the fucking motel rooms and food, and—

Nakoa grits his teeth.

“You’re an addict,” Rem says, pot calling the kettle, and, Nakoa sees red. “And you’re more trouble than you’re worth, you know that?” His tone falls flat on his tongue and, hell. Nakoa grinds his teeth, angry and lost and heartbroken. “Always looking for your next fix.”

“Fuck you,” Nakoa says, and wishes the blood on the walls were Rem’s, because maybe then he’d shut up. “You—” He wants to punch him, but—

Rem stares at the walls, at the floor, his voice sharp when he says, “Why’d I fucking come with you?”

His tone is vicious. Nakoa’s not sure he’s ever heard him so fucking irritated, so irate, so cruel. Rem says a lot of shit, his mouth gets him into trouble in more than one way, but Nakoa’s not used to being on the receiving end.

“What the fuck did I do? Besides give a shit about you, want you to be happy?” Nakoa grits his teeth. He can’t throw punches, really wants to knee Rem in the dick for this, for dragging Nakoa across the country and pulling this on him because—

Because he got fucking scared.

Rem’s still talking, continuing to throw shit around the room, cursing Nakoa’s tendencies towards whiskey and weed, at the one time he tried heroin, voice growing louder and louder until Nakoa snaps.

“You want me gone, I’m gone. Take the fucking van.” Nakoa pulls the albums from his jacket, holds them in the air, then throws them at Rem’ chest, grateful for the way he flinches, for the clack the cases make as they fall to the floor. “Good fucking luck.”

He turns, then, sticks his hands in his pocket, and disappears through the door to the room.

“Where are you going, Warren?” Rem calls, stalking after him.

“Doesn’t matter. Not here.”

Panic might settle in his chest, if it weren’t for the weed clouding his head. He’ll figure it out. Sell himself, if he has to.

But Rem grabs at Nakoa’s arm, desperation written across his face, and Nakoa almost gives. Almost. “I’m—Nakoa. Come on.”

Just fucking once, Nakoa wishes he’d say please. “What?”

Rem licks his lips, lets go of Nakoa’s wrist. “Don’t make me say it.”

Because it’s so terrible. Nakoa goes, anyway, won’t, doesn’t listen.

It starts raining. Nakoa walks around town, without Rem at his side, and in Ferris, it’s hard to not draw attention. Nakoa ducks into a bar, flashes a fake ID, and downs three shots of whiskey in one go. It’s smooth, warm, gentle.

The things Rem aren’t, and Nakoa knows he won’t find an answer at the bottom of a shot glass, but.

Worth a try, anyway.

He keeps to his own, glaring at anybody that tries for conversation. Nakoa’s chest aches with fury, but as the night wears on, and the clock ticks closer to last call, Nakoa regrets leaving.

Did Rem leave, Nakoa wondered. If all that’s left is Nakoa’s shit. Would he? Would Rem leave him here? Alone in a strange town. Nakoa’s been left in worse places, but the idea that Rem left, without him, is… fuck, he wishes he could call him. Talk to him without seeing his face.

He closes his eyes and shoves his palms against his eyes. The bartender clicks her tongue and says, “Suck it up, sweetie. Life just gets more exhausting the older you get.”

With a peek through his fingers, Nakoa says, “Great.” Life already seems pretty shit. Nakoa can’t take much more. “That’s uplifting.”

“Not my job to reassure,” she says, and Nakoa thinks he’d sleep with her, if she asked. “My job is to pour shots. You ready for round two?”

Round two ends up in the alleyway behind the bar, smell of vomit and alcohol pungent in the air. Maybe Nakoa’s not the only one drowning a past he’d rather not remember.

Rem is beside himself at the motel, pacing back and forth with his keys in his hand when Nakoa stumbles through the front door. “Thank fuck,” Rem says, his expression so relieved it looks painful.

Like nothing he’s ever felt before, Nakoa wants to touch. Rest his head against Rem’s chest and wrap his arms around his torso. Press his nose against Rem’s jaw, and…

“Are you okay?”

Nakoa nods. The world spins. He shakes his head. Closes his eyes against the onslaught of nausea and says, “Move,” shoving Rem out of the way and heading to the bathroom to dry heave into the toilet.

Sick sounds echo off the tile in the room, and Nakoa’s muscles ache, but he sits for an hour. Half an hour, until he stops feeling woozy. Until he can get up and…

He makes it to the other room, collapses on the bed. Just a second later and Rem sits beside him, drawing his fingers through Nakoa’s hair with feather light touches.

Nakoa hums. Pushes against Rem’s hand.

“Feeling any better?”

No. Nakoa says nothing, squirms down to rest his head on Rem’s lap, though, one leg on the floor to keep the spinning in his head down. Even the thought of talking sends his stomach into twists, so he draws his nails along the seam of Rem’s jeans.

With a sigh, Rem starts working at Nakoa’s shoulders. It’s as much of an apology Nakoa thinks he’ll ever get. “I’m glad you came back,” he says, his voice soft and quiet. Nakoa waits, for an explanation, for anything, but Rem says nothing. Not about that, anyway. Not about what Nakoa wants him to say. “We could stay here,” he suggests instead.

“No,” Nakoa says. He hates California already. “Mountains.”

Before he passes out, he hears Rem’s soft chuckle, thinks he must imagine the fondness seeping through.

When Nakoa wakes, it’s to the dim glow of the television, Rem’s soft breathing behind him. Rem’s arm is a comfortable weight over Nakoa’s waist.

He has, he notes with distaste, vomit in his hair, and the entire room smells of it—and lemon cleanser, distantly.

Nakoa pulls a hand up to scrub at his face, stare at the ceiling.

Thinks this place is garbage. In a way, he misses the midwest. He never got in trouble in the midwest… at least, not like this.

He shoves Rem’s arm off his waist and sits. Sits on the edge of the bed and feels a thousand years old, a headache that pounds at the back of his skull like a hammer.

“Mm?” Rem says, reaching out. His fingers brush the back of Nakoa’s shirt. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Nakoa says. “Go back to sleep.”

He goes for a shower, then, cold not by choice but by poor water heaters, lets the chill wash goosebumps over his skin. Nakoa’s been high once, one time since they left Withervale, and… what would the hippie have to do with him, now? Nakoa paid. He paid extra, even, because he liked the guy.

…is that what he did wrong?

The door to the bathroom opens. Through the frosted glass door, Nakoa makes out Rem’s form as he comes in. Still, Nakoa says nothing, turns away, shoves his face under the water.

Not sure if it’s shame or anger keeping him from speaking.

The door slides open after a minute and Nakoa hears, feels Rem’s presence as he climbs in behind him. “Shit that’s cold—” he says, and presses himself against Nakoa’s back.

“What are you doing?” Nakoa asks, his voice barely audible over the roar of the water. Rem presses his lips to Nakoa’s shoulders in a kiss. He’s tired. He aches, everywhere, but especially his stomach, his shoulders, with the effort of throwing up. The last thing he wants to do right now is balance for shower sex, or get on his knees.

But Rem’s hand doesn’t travel downward, doesn’t go anywhere except around Nakoa’s waist to tug him tight against him. He’s not hard, either. Not yet. Nakoa’ll give it five minutes and call it.

“You freaked me out,” Rem says, his voice soft. “Thought… what if he doesn’t come back?”

Nakoa goes still, his eyes set on the small bar of soap sitting on the ledge, but that’s… it. Doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t know that he can. His toes are starting to feel like ice. He twists the hot water all the way to the left, but even as the water finally starts to warm up, Rem is still like a fire against his back.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you?”

“This supposed to be an apology?” Nakoa asks. He reaches for the soap, not sure if he cares about pissing Rem off, now. Let him be pissed. What’s he going to do, leave Nakoa here? “It’s pretty fucking lacking.”

“Fuck you,” Rem says. His voice isn’t as harsh as Nakoa thinks he means for it to be, though. Instead, it’s… softer, quiet. Gentle, and Nakoa suppresses a shudder when Rem brushes his lips along the back of his neck. He pushes Nakoa’s wet hair out of the way and adds, “It’s good you came back.”

All the right sentiment and the wrong words. Nakoa relents, finally, says, “Don’t have anywhere else to go.” And he doesn’t. He’s not sure what might await him at home, but he’s not keen on finding out. The other options are hardly appealing—wandering the countryside as a homeless weirdo… Nakoa’ll pass.

Even at his worst, Rem’s still the best thing that’s ever happened to Nakoa. A lifetime of shit led them here, in this moment.

“What do you want from me?”

The water pounds against Nakoa’s skin, almost aching now in its heat. He closes his eyes, rubs soap against his body, and thinks. Commitment’s too much to ask. Nakoa’s not sure he wants it anyway. What would he do with commitment?

“I don’t know,” Nakoa says.

Rem doesn’t speak, after that.

The bed feels better after cleaning the grime off, so just as daylight begins to peek out of the curtains, Nakoa climbs back under the covers. The sheets smell like Rem and spilled whiskey, and he inhales once, twice, heavy and deep, before he settles in.

His head isn’t pounding as bad, anyway. Finally.

Rem’s pulling on his boots at the small table, though. He pauses before he ties the last one, his gaze heavy enough on Nakoa that Nakoa opens an eye, then two. He croaks, “What?” and doesn’t expect an answer.

“I’ll be back later.”

And out the door he goes.

The trouble is, Nakoa’s used to Rem’s disappearances. Before the door’s even locked behind Rem, Nakoa’s eyes are closed again. Rem does better no questions asked, so Nakoa doesn’t ask. Figures if it’s important, Rem will tell him.

He dreams of white picket fences, of guys with clubs and bats, of broken windows and Rem’s bloody knuckles. Of motel rooms across the country, of Disneyland. Of being happy, and Nakoa thinks, that’s what he should have told Rem, when he asked in the shower what Nakoa wanted from him.

Happiness.

#road to nowhere au #my writing

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pinkletterday · 6 years

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The Way We Were

Pairing: Barry Allen/ Iris West

Rating: All Audiences

Summary:

Memories may be beautiful and yet

What's too painful to remember

We simply choose to forget

So it's the laughter we will remember

Whenever we remember

the way we were

Read on AO3

The box of mementos had sat stored away on high closet shelf until Iris had been seized with the need to find some obscure sweater of Barry's. Her frenzied search accidentally knocked it to the floor, the contents scattering every which way, joining the mess she had made of the rest of the room.

She picked up the tiny velociraptor fallen near her foot.

***

They had both loved Jurassic Park. Barry because he was a nerd and Iris because she had seen that T-Rex eat a guy on the toilet and screamed at the time but also thought it was awesome. They would sneak into the kitchen at night to get Jell-o, pretending they were trying to evade raptors. Sometimes Iris was the velicoraptor and Barry had to hide from her.

Her Dad had the living daylights scared out of him once when he came down for a glass of milk at 1am without switching on the light and they had both screamed in his face.

***

The memory rose so vividly that she took a step back and nearly tripped over Barry's old sneakers. They were covered in sharpied scribbles, laces still tied together.

***

Iris had never been able to monitor her own sugar consumption. She used to eat so much candy at fairs that it made Joe and Barry sick just to watch her. She'd puked on Barry's shoes TWICE after eating funnel cake on top of cotton candy and candy corn. Barry told her later, the morning after they had first made love, that this was probably when he figured out he's in love with her for real, because he was too worried and exasperated to be grossed out as much as he should have been.

It hadn't stopped him from jokingly gifting her the sneakers once they'd been cleaned. Iris had retaliated by refusing to give them back.

***

The keychain from her first car gleamed dully from under the side table.

***

Joe still thought it was Iris that crashed his car. It had actually been Barry at the wheel. Iris knew her Dad loved Barry but there was always a shadow of a fear in her heart when he annoyed her Dad a little too much. She had insisted they swap seats and change their story before the cops came and never told him why. She could take her Dad's anger. She's his little girl. But she's never trusted anyone to love Barry as much as she does.

Dad had given them a beat up Ford Escort for them to share when they were seventeen, but Barry had refused to get behind the wheel again till he left for college.

***

The Titanic poster that had half-unrolled across the floor had been a gag gift from him the Christmas he had come home his freshman year.

***

They had been too young for the Titanic fever when it had first come out (except for everyone getting sick of that Celine Dion song) but when they had been about ten, Iris had taken it firmly into her head that she needed to see what the fuss was about. Dad hadn't let them because he thought they were still babies who didn't know about sex, which made Iris all the more determined.

She had gotten Barry to steal his parents' DVD copy and bring it with him one day he was sleeping over at the Wests' house. They watched it together in their basement, giggling and blushing at the sexy parts. Barry yelped and covered his face with his hands, ears burning, when Kate Winslet disrobed, and Iris covered up her own embarrassment by laughing and throwing popcorn at him.

At the end of the movie, Barry had been crying into his own popcorn but Iris was incensed.

"Well that's....just stupid!" She steamed at the tv. "Are you CRYING?"

"NO," Barry sniffled. "But it's not stupid. Why is it stupid?"

"She let him DIE, Barry!" Iris fumed. "They could have shared that door! Taken turns! Or made HIM get on it!"

"It's a minus freezing sea, Iris, not a swimming pool. You can't jump in an out of it like that. Besides, then she would have died," said Barry, looking at her in incomprehension.

"Well duh!" Iris huffed and threw her hands up in indignation. "You dont let the boy you love DIE for you. How is that romantic?"

"It's romantic cause he sacrificed himself so she could live," insisted Barry. "That's what you do when you love someone!"

"Oh yeah, I love you so much Im just gonna up and LEAVE you, have a nice life!"

"That's not fair!" said Barry, seeming irrationally hurt. "It's not like he had a choice! You just dont get romance, Iris. You don't even like musicals," he concluded in a superior tone.

Iris gaped at him, then closed her mouth and returned to the point at issue. "Anyway. It's stupid. She doesnt deserve him. I'd a died with my man if it was me."

"Well then you're stupid," said Barry with uncharacteristic vehemence. "You're worth way more than some guy!"

"I happen to love that guy!" Iris yelled back.

"What guy?"

"Whatever guy!"

"Fine! Go die for Whatever Guy!"

"You too! Go drown yourself for little Miss Cant-Share-A-Frggin-Door Priss!"

They glared at each other before the absurdity of the argument dawned on them and they started to laugh.

"Is everything okay down there?" Joe's voice called down to the basement.

They looked at each other wide-eyed and at the TV before Iris scrambled to eject the DVD.

That night, after her Dad had turned off the light with a firm admonishment to go to sleep, Iris snuck into Barry's camp bed and under his covers where he was reading with a flashlight.

"Hey," she poked him. "Just to be clear, I know you're a sappy nerd -"

"YOU'RE a sappy -"

"But," she continued determined, "no sacrificing yourself for any girls, okay? I need my best friend around."

Barry had a weird expression on his face.

"What?"

"You're a girl," he observed rather too casually. "Im not allowed to give you the door either?"

Iris swatted him, appalled. "Especially not me! We're partners Barry! The whole point is that we go down together!"

"You jump, I jump, Jack," grinned Barry at her over the beam of the flashlight.

Iris poked his pointy nose. "Except we mean it, Rose."

***

The loft had grown dark during her reminiscing. The floor was chilly beneath her but her limbs were too heavy to move.

She simply sat, Barry's sweater forgotten on her lap, spinning the tiny lone raptor in her hand. Lost among the debris of their life together that he had left behind when he walked into the Speed Force, the ghost of his last kiss still tingling on her lips.

You lied to me again, Barry. You lied.

#myfic #westallen #fanfic #the flash #barry allen x iris west #wee!stallen #post s3 coda

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werenzki · 7 years

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Zach Werenski #10 - FWB ;)

requested >> yes / no

word count >>

warnings >> just some steamy make out sessions ya hear

a/n >> hello its me the most trash human who sucks at writing/posting oops... im going to try to get back into the swing of things but please dont quote me on that cause as said before im trash :))))

It was game four of the first round for the Blue Jackets. Of course, they were versing the defending Stanley Cup Champions and losing so far this round. But you had faith in your dad’s old team. And with him being an Alumni, you were lucky enough to get to sit in the box seats when you weren’t busy. Since it’s the playoffs, you always had time to come to the arena and enjoy your favourite pastime - being a loving hockey fan.

“Y/N,” your dad calls you out, you turn from the bar - your fresh bag of popcorn in hand - to see him waving you over. He’s smiling, as he had been since arriving. Your dad always loved being at the arena.

As you walk across the suite, you realize he’s joined with a handful of guys in suits. Your dad always loved introducing you to people. These people never really cared to meet an old hockey players daughter. Most of the men in suits you’ve met over the years just smiled and would usually forget who you were by the next time they saw you. This time, you had a feeling the young men in suits were going to remember you.

“I’d like to introduce you to some of the kids on the roster this year,” your dad says as you stand beside him and look at the three young guys.

“Finally introducing me to some people my age huh dad?” You tease him, but his face says it all. He already regretted calling over his little girl over to met the cute hockey players. “I’m Y/N,” you say and extend a hand out for the boys to shake.

“James,” the blonde nods and shakes your hand.

“Alex,” the next one says and you smile in response.

Then you look at the last Columbus player. There was no missing the shiner that was his right eye. Everyone who was watching the playoffs right now knew about the guy standing in front of you. Zach Werenski, managed to block a shot with a puck last game but also managed to come out and finish the game before his eye shut. But besides the obvious injury, his face was pretty nice. He was cute.

“Zach, it’s nice to meet you,�� he says while shaking your hand.

“Wow, that looks as bad as I thought,” you say and toss some popcorn into your mouth.

“Yeah,” Zach chuckles and looks down, “it’s hard to miss that’s for sure,” he adds as he looks back up at you.

“It’ll heal nice, have a little scar there I’m sure,” your dad exclaims. For a moment there you forgot he was even standing beside you.

“That’s what they tell me,” Zach nods and smiles at your dad.

“I’m going to take a seat again, you guys want to join me? I’m sure these old guys can only tell you so many stories before it gets boring, trust me I know,” you tease your dad and flash him a smile before stepping forward. You’re standing beside Zach, who’s watching you, and raise a brow.

“Yeah, we’ll sit with you,” Zach says and then him and the two others follow you to the free seats in the box.

A few minutes go by and you’re too busy wondering what Zach thinks of you to really pay much attention to the game. But then the Jackets score and you’re back into it. Never had you’ve been one to worry about guys, in fact you’ve never even really dated, it just wasn’t your style. So as it settled down in the arena again and play was simple on the ice, you had another handful of popcorn before offering the bag to Zach.

“Want some?” You ask. Zach looks at the bag for a second. “Some buttery calories won’t hurt, I’m assuming your NHL season is over with that face anyways,” you say.

Zach chuckle, “this face?” He questions, in a joking matter. You nod and eat more popcorn, watching him as he just smiles at you. “Fine, this face would love some popcorn,” Zach grabs a handful of popcorn and stuffs it into his face. You smile and then turn your attention back to the game.

—

“Summer’s almost over,” you groan out loudly and flop down on the couch. Zach chuckles as you kick your feet up into his lap. “Let’s go swim or something, come on my parents are out of town and the pool is to good to not be swimming in today,” you state.

“Can we grab some food on the way?” He asks.

“Uh hell yeah,” you say and throw your legs off Zach to stand up from the couch. “Let’s go!”

Zach rolls his eyes at you but follows you towards the front door of your apartment. It’s quite a drive to your parents house, seeing as you live in an apartment downtown and they own an acre just on the outskirts of the city. But it was also your favourite place to go. With a massive pool, hot tub, and plenty of nice green grass - and of course you couldn’t forget the ice rink near the back of the property either. But with it being summertime and temperatures high, you were currently taking advantage of the pool.

Your parents were enjoying the last couple weeks of summer in Greece - which you were unbelievably jealous about, but that just meant you got their house to yourself. In fact today had been the first day in a while you’ve been at your apartment, just to hangout with Zach of course.

“This place still sort of blows me away,” Zach says as he pulls up through the long driveway. Once he parks the car you realize that your parents housekeeper was over, which sort of put a damper on your plans. “Who’s here?” Zach questions as you two walk to the front door.

“Gemma,” you answer and open the door.

The middle aged British woman comes around the corner with her brows pulled together and a towel in hand. “Oh, Y/N, you scared me,” she says and places a hand over her heart.

“Sorry, Gem,” you say, “tidying up?” You ask, she hadn’t been around yet this week, and you knew the messes you had left around.

“Just a bit,” she nods, “come to swim?” She asks and glances at Zach now. You knew if she got a moment alone with you she was going to hit you with a few questions of the cute boy standing beside you.

“You know me so well,” you smile and begin to walk through the foyer to the open concept area that was a dining room and family room, with only an island counter top cutting off the kitchen. The high roofs were always your favourite. Just as Zach took a few steps with you, you turn around realizing your mistake, “oh, Gemma this is Zach, Zach this is Gemma,” you introduce the two.

“Nice to meet you,” Zach smiles.

“You too,” Gemma mirrors his smile and with that you’re guiding the way to where Zach could find a pair of swim trunks your brother keeps around and the towels too.

“I’ll meet you by the pool,” you say to Zach and hand him everything, “just going to grab some drinks and snacks,” you add before pushing him towards the door. Gemma was standing at the island counter watching you two.

“Okay?” Zach is confused by your behaviour but goes out the doors without a question.

“You have a boyfriend and didn’t tell me?” Gemma accuses you once the door is closed behind Zach. You fight rolling your eyes and shake your head at her.

“We’re just friends,” you state.

“Why? He’s cute, he has to like you-“

“Has to?” You question with a chuckle. As you walk towards where she stood in the kitchen you cross your arms at your chest.

“Yes, I mean you’re quite the catch, sweetheart,” Gemma pauses and puts away the pan she was drying, “and there’s the way he looks at you, gives it away too,” she smiles.

“We’re just friends, Gem,” you repeat.

“Sure, sweetheart,” she says with a smile before turning around and grabbing another dish to dry.

“So,” you begin what you had planned to say before her questioning your friendship with Zach, “you can have the rest of the day off,” you smile.

“Aha,” Gemma points a finger at you, “you are dating him!”

“I’m not!”

Gemma gives you a long hard stare, “fine, I’ll leave. I’m guessing I’m not to say anything about him coming over to your parents either?”

“It’d be greatly appreciated,” you smile.

“Alright,” she sighs and throw her dish towel on the counter, “I’m out of here then, I’ll be back tomorrow to finish the laundry though so hide your not boyfriend before then,”

You roll your eyes at her as she walks passed you, “goodbye Gemma,” you call out to her.

“Be safe!” She shouts back and then the front door is shutting behind her.

Yet another eye roll comes after her departure and then you’re on a mission. You go to the fridge and set two water bottles on the counter before sprinting up to your old bedroom where you knew a bikini was. It was small, but that was the intention, you smirk at your own reflection and adjust the strings on your bottoms before making your way back downstairs. With your phone in one hand and the water bottles in the other, you go outside into the shining sun.

Zach’s sitting at the cabana style set up just off to the left of the pool. He looks up from his phone as you approach him, and there’s no missing the look he gives you. You smirk as his eyes rack you up and down. Mission accomplished.

“Where’s the snacks?” Zach questions, sitting up straight in his seat. He had changed, now only wearing the dark blue swim shorts.

“I’m the snack,” you answer with a sly smile.

“Did you really just say that?” Zach chuckles and rises from the chair.

“It sounded better in my head,” you shrug a shoulder and watch him as he takes a few steps towards you.

“Well, to be fair,” Zach pauses and licks his lips, his eyes fall down from your eyes and you’re smirking again, “you are my favourite snack,” he says.

“Did that sound better in your head too?” You tease.

Zach chuckles again and reaches around to place his hand on the small of your back. He pushes you just slightly to be pressed up against him. You smile and put an arm over his broad shoulder. Leaning upwards just a bit, you press your lips to his and savour the kiss before it turns hot and heavy.

You didn’t lie to Gemma, you also didn’t tell her the whole truth. Ever since just a few weeks after meeting Zach, after a bar night you were invited to along with some Jackets and their wags, you and Zach were more than just friends. After a bit of thought you decided to add the ‘with benefits’ to it. It was never awkward, instead things were just naturally playful and good between you two. Having a great friendship and getting some out of it too was really more than you could ask for.

“Let’s swim,” you say as the kissing comes to an end, of course ending with a playful push and you turning to walk to the edge of the pool.

You’re sort of in a daze as you’re looking down at the water. You were seriously going to miss the summertime. But those thoughts were gone as you’re suddenly pushed into the pool and are pushing up to surface again, anger erupts as you glare at Zach who’s laughing at the side of the pool.

“You dick,” you shouted.

Zach jumps in, over you, and once he surfaces you swim over and push on his shoulders. He’s under again but then his arms wrap around your waist and your being pulled under too. It all ends up with you two both gasping for air and laughing between breathes.

“All I wanted was a nice relaxing swim,” you stated, glaring at Zach again - who of course is smirking back at you.

“Should’ve have invited me than,”

“Noted,” you say and swim around him.

Thing is you’d probably invite him every tim you were going to swim, or do anything for that matter. Because he was one of your good friends and you seriously enjoyed hanging out with him. The kissing and such was only a bonus to the great friendship you two had made over the summer. But you would be an idiot to think you could go like this and not have any feelings blossom, you were just smart enough keep quiet and play it off. What he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him, or the fun you were having.

#zach mine #zach werenski #zach werenski imagine #zach werenski imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl drabble #hockey imagine #columbus blue jackets

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thedegenerateasexual · 7 years

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this post gets a warning for statutory rape & also child abuse bc scott’s dad is a dick

we open ch11 with stiles pov, he has been ditched by everyone, is alone in the woods, and terrified for all his friends

this is reading like night school tbh

aww he's talking about how he got booted out of cub scouts for being too talkative during meetings

LMAO

"I couldn't find them," Derek said, coming up behind him, and Stiles let out a shriek.

listen even though i dont like the ship this is honestly a great dynamic i love derek being terrifying let my boy have some comfort in being able to scare other people

derek say the alpha is setting the fires to throw him off scott's scent, or maybe the argents are, and stiles is like PFFFT you dont seriously think allison is in on this and derek's like you shouldn't be surprised you know who the argents are & what they do & he stares into the campfire and Remembers oh god here comes the flashbacks

"six years earlier" goodbye! this is gonna be so fucked up

so young derek is in the pool swimming laps and talking about the wolf moon where all the hales from around the country will be coming in to do a ritual where they honor their ancestor—and this is interesting—the beast of gévaudan

who is actually the argents ancestor in later canon lmao but it's cool that originally it was the First Werewolf. maybe this is like as close to religion as werewolves get

anyways derek and his cousin josh are gonna be competeing for some honor (derek's dad and peter have a bet going - peter's better against derek :/) so he's doing extra laps and workouts. apparently laura makes gentle fun of him a lot god im so sad

anyway the lifeguard has to leave the school for a few weeks bc his wife is having a baby soon and the sub might not let derek stay and swim after hours

obviously the sub is going to be kate i know this

awww apparently the swim coach keeps beggin derek to join the team but he's too worried about shifting at school and full moons to join

yep here's kte, wearing a Sexy Swimsuit and making eyes at derek when he happens to look at her from scross the pool. she lets out a "lusty chuckle" as he gets embarrassed and looks away

he thinks she's really pretty and can't stop looking at her body but he's content enough to just blush about it and swim it off UNTIL he realizes he's been swimming for ages, the pool is empty, and it's just the two of them, but she's still swimming in his lane

"He thought about reaching out, touching her. He wanted to, with all his straining body. But she was practically a teacher, and he was only sixteen. Of course she was just toying with him."

yeah fuck there it is jesus christ

"Flustered, even a little frightened, Derek ducked beneath the nylon lane divider, reached the side, and climbed out of the pool. He left without saying a word, heading for the boys' locker room. Her amused laughter trailed after him. He was almost afraid to shower, but he quickly rinsed off and changed into street clothes, still mostly wet. He practically ran out of the school, looking over his shoulder."

like this scene paints derek as instantly and deeply attacted to her which lol me over here in ace derek camp i don't buy it but GEEZ even with all that the fucking...predatory nature of how she acts—like she's standing in the parking lot staring at him and waiting for him when he gets out, and he runs away and leaves without a word

you could argue that he's shy and doesn't know how to handle a crush bc it's probably true but she's corraling him and cornering him. she's hunting him. FUCKED up

he's like in utter disbelief that she'd come onto him and you get the sense that he wouldn't know what to do if she was more direct

and then derek goes to the beaconburger, which i am absolutely putting into a fanfic, and meets laura for dinner, to ease the flow of traffic in their own kitchen at home

he actually does IMMEDIATELY tell laura about what happened when she asks why he's so upset and she's pretty scandalized that it's a teacher at first, but then she asks if they banged and just sort of gently teases him when he gets embarrassed because "in our world 16 is mateable" yikes that's some bad writing

laura: so she came onto you like a big slut? derek: [instantly shutting down]

man :////

i'm pretty disappointed lol for all the ways this book is good at depicting kate as predatory you'd think it'd make laura a little less "sure fuck a teacher thats fine"

lol and then she accuses him of being in puppy love and we end the scene alright then

oh my god baby scott!!!! i am highkey prepared to fight his father

scott and his parents are a few booths down

his parents are arguing about something, and they always argue, but today something Bad has happened but he doesnt know what

he like, says he isnt hungry and asks if he can go play at the arcades to get away from the fighting and jesus FUCKING CHRIST rafe says that they don't have the money, melissa says she has a couple of quarters, scott holds his hand out, and and rafe grabs his wrist: "I'm getting mixed messages. First, we don't have enough money to pay for cable. But we have enough money for Scott's inhaler. We don't have enough money for a down payment on a new car but we can stop in here at the Beaconburger instead of eating at home, where mac and cheese is a dollar a box."

and scott begins to have an asthma attack but he tries not to show it bc he doesn't like to have them in front of his dad

and melissa is like "u let go of my son" and tries to give him his inhaler but his dad is like "you baby him, it's all in his head"

and melissa has to threaten to hit rafe before he finally lets go and lets scott have the inhaler jesus fuck like he was seeing spots he nearly passed out

"Her eyes narrowed. She hated his dad. Anyone could see that."

rafe gets mad and gives him a five-dollar bill and tells him to go play his damn games. and he passes by a table with a boy and girl talking about being in love (laura and derek, obviously)

and he promises himself that eh will never, ever, fall in love, end chapter

jesus CHRIST

scott mccall who has so much love in his heart it is bursting full and running over i'm SO SAD for him

#personal #teen wolf #on fire #derek hale #kate argent #laura hale #scott mccall #melissa mccall #frankly i wish chris had fucking decked RAFE in season 6 #i know this book isn't canon but like...for two seasons #they implied kate committed statutory rape and rafe smacked his family around #and took it all back in season 3 which was really shitty #so like while These Events did not happen in this exact way i feel like this book has a fair amount of emotional truth in it??#at least re: what they were going for in season 1 & 2 #and they can try to joss their own damn selves if they want but like fuck canon these are my emotional truths and i'm fucking sad about it #since we can take and leave what we want lol i'm gonna leave laura being so 'whatever' about kate #i'll stick with rafe being a shitheel tho and im real glad melissa was ready to deck him #she needs a good man who doesnt pull that shit (chris)#look...he'd absolutely deck a guy when he found out said guy had laid hands on the woman he loved im js #like she wouldnt really need him to. she's out of that relationship & fine now #but he would #i would really enjoy that.

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writing-in-riverdale · 7 years

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baby sitting | cole sprouse

request: any more cole sprouse imagines soon? can we have more cole sprouse cole sprouse imagines PLEASE can we please have more cole imagines?

“do you have to go?” your boyfriend whines wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you toward him. you had to go baby sit a family friends kids whilst they went out for date night and let’s just say he doesn’t want you to go.

“coleee” you whine running your hands through his dark locks “don’t make me feel bad” you complain sitting in his lap

he pouts, making you giggle as he buries his head in your neck

“stoppppp” you whine

“why don’t you come with me? im sure anna won’t mind” he stops nuzzling pulling his head out to look into your eyes

you stand from his lap grabbing his hands swinging them back and fourth trying to persuade him

“fine fine, ill go” you smile triumphant pushing cole’s chest so he falls flat on his back “you don’t have to i can just go-”

you crawl onto his lap and he whines at your gestur he’s hands creeping up the sides of your thighs resting on your hips

“no im coming with you” he insists you smirk dipping down to join your lips. you grind slightly causing him to moan only for you to crawl off his lap

“bring your swimmers” you move away from your shared bed to start getting yourself dressed only to turn to see your boyfriend sitting slyly on your bed watching you undress and redress.

“ill leave you here” you warn chasing him to snap out of his daze “mhm what?” you roll your eyes throwing your towel at his face

he catches it with ease and drapes it around his neck leaning back on his elbows “what are you doing?” you laugh as he chews on a toothpick a grin on his face

“enjoying the view, what else” rolling your eyes you throw on your dress and grab your bag attempting to leave your room keys in hand

cole springs from the bed bouncing over to the door way “no no im coming” you purse your lips folding your hands across your chest so he knows you mean business.

“give me a sec yeah? ill drive” he bends down slightly giving a peck before moving over to his dresser picking out a pair of board shorts and a shirt change rather quickly before meeting you in his jeep starting the short drive to the williamson’s household

✖

“hey anna” you smile greeting the middle aged woman a small hug “this is my boyfriend cole-” you step back gesturing to the brunette behind you.

he smiles brightly offering his hand “nice to meet you” he expresses slipping his hand into your own. “the pleasure is all mine!” she smiles back guiding us toward the kitchen.

“sorry for calling you in early! anthony has a few errands he wants me to run with him!” you shake your head “oh no it’s fine seriously! i wasn’t busy” i turn catching cole’s teasing eyes.

“so where are the kids?” you ask placing your bag in the counter “anastasia and alex are in their rooms, ariel is getting her bathers on and aidens in the play room” i nod.

“awesome, we both brought our swimmers just in case the kids wanted to take a dip, am i still looking after them tonight?” she nods grabbing her purse mr willamson entering my view.

“anthony this is cole my boyfriend, cole this is a anthony” the shake hands before reverting back.

“so this is the child star thats dating (y/m/n) daughter, ill be keeping an eye on you son” you roll your eyes wrapping your hands around cole’s arm calming his nerves.

“let’s not terrorise the poor boy tony, we’ve gotta go we’ll see you later on!” you nod waving goodbye as they parents walk out the door hand in hand

you find yourself smiling at their marriage bliss, “you okay?” cole asks rubbing your arms, you nod bringing your attention back to the boy “yeah, i hope i end up this happy when im married”

the boy walks closer to you bringing his hands up to cup your face “if i have anything to do with it i promise you it’ll be even better” you giggle kissing him being interrupted when you hear gagging noises coming from behind you

you turn to see anastasia and aiden standing in the lounge room behind the two of you “hey stass!” you smile walking over to the blonde girl giving her a hug before squatting down to hug aiden"hey bud!“

"guys this is cole, my boyfriend. cole meet stass and aiden the oldest and youngest” you place an arm around each of them.

aiden rushes up to cole launches himself into his arms “let’s get dressed and go for a swim? im melting” you tell the teenage girl.

“ill go be the other, you right here babe?” he nods lifting the toddler up onto his shoulder and out in the pool area “ill be fine” he chuckles as the little boy screams in delight.

you track down the other two getting them dressed and guiding them out to the pool whilst you make up a few snacks carrying tray after tray out into the pool area.

you slip out of your dress and lay yourself down on the sun bed watching as cole through aiden into the air playing marco polo with all the kids and offering piggy back rides in the water

you smile as they all laugh having the time of their lives as you watch from a comfortable distance you find yourself feeling a little maternal being excited to start a family of your own

“babe c'mere the waters amazing” he yells swimming over to the edge pushing his hair back slick. you shake your head adjusting your sunglasses on your face

“not just yet im going to tan for abit” you responsd closing your eyes soaking up the sun

“well thats unexceptable” he mutter and the next thing you know there’s water droplets covering your face and wet arms snaking around your waist pulling you up from your sun bed and thrown out someone’s back

you don’t even need to open your eyes to know it’s cole “but me down!!” you scream smacking his back begging to realise you.

“okay” you pause feeling yourself “no no cole-” it was too late he’d dropped you into the icy cold pool causing your eyes to spring open swimming to the surface.

“ooh sprouse your in for it now” you paddle over to him jumping on him the kids trying to pin him down for you.

laughter fills the pool with cole’s screams for mercy “okay okay truce truce” he yells causing the kids to stop giggling as they swim away

you contain your laughter wrapping your legs around his waist giving him a kiss. he smiles back rejoining your lips his brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

and in this moment you realise that you don’t want to just have any old family you wanted one with cole

“i love you” he laughs

“i love you to sprouts”

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hodgepodge509388 · 3 years

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First gay incest experience lead to bisexual incest

So before i get started let me clarify that nothing physical happened until i was of legal age. Also this is my first story so please be kind and helpful with comments or ideas on how to improve. Also if anybody has any questions about this story JUST INBOX ME ;). Enjoy

My dad and I had always been close in what some people would call an odd way. My mom passed away when I was 3 so dad basically raised me by himself. Growing up we did everything together. Cuddled (sometimes he would be naked) and watched sports, went to games, he would give me baths, and some other stuff. But as I got older I noticed how dad would start to look at me more and more and for longer amounts of time.

Well I love sports so when I made my college swim team i was excited. I loved it. And I was actually pretty good at it. The only thing I wasnt used to was the trunks we had to wear. The coaches could call them trunks all they want but they were more like speedos/thongs for guys. So ya they took getting used to haha. Anyway, my first day of practice I came home still in my trunks and went to the kitchen to find my dad. I walked in and noticed dad eyeing me.

Dad=hey how was the first day?

Me=not bad, these (I point to my trunks) are going to take some getting used to though

Dad=ha ya I bet. Dont worry they look fine. Hey your uncle is coming into town Friday for the big first scrimmage.

Me=oh ok cool. Well Im tired so Im going to change and go to bed. I turned and walked towards my room and as I left I saw dad looking at my ass.

The next few days were filled with dad eyeing me up and down and making jokes about me being a swimming stud. So when Friday came I was hoping I could actually win my race. I woke up Friday morning and was at the training pool before dad even woke up. 10 mins before the race started I saw dad walk in with my uncle. Dad and my uncle kind of look alike. Dad is about 64 with medium muscle and abs. My uncle was about the same but a bit more muscular.

I got ready and positioned in my starting stand. As dad and my uncle found their seats (right behind me of all places). The gun went off and I was in the water and off to the races. I ended up winning the heat by almost 3 seconds. After the entire meet was over I met dad at the stands.

Dad=hey your uncles bringing the car up front. I have your gym bag so just meet us outside.

Me=ok Ill just shower quick

Dad=no dont worry about it your not that dirty.

Realizing I was still in my speedo I ran to the car with my towel around me.

As I got in the middle of the van I was greeted by my dad sitting next to me and my uncle driving.

Uncle=well if it isnt mr speedy

Me=ha thanks. Glad you could make it

Uncle=no problem body. Seatbelts on everybody!

I put on my seatbelt and we headed home

Dad=so didnt I tell you he fit out that speedo nice?

Uncle= ya you did.

Me=what do you guys mean?

Dad=nothing son you just fill it out in the right areas for a boy your age

Uncle=I cant disagree on that

Me=oh well ummm thanks

HERES WHERE IT STARTS

Dad grabbed my towel and pulled off from around me.

DAD=So would you like to see what hes hiding under this speedo?

UNCLE=Im kind of driving he joked

DAD=just pull over in this parking lot then

(I thought they were joking until the van pulled in and parked)

ME=what are we doing?

(As my uncle gets out of the van and gets in and sits on the other side next to me) DAD= dont worry its ok. We just want to see what you have down there .

ME=what?

DAD=its ok, remember how you used to see mine when you were younger? And I saw yours in the tub during baths.

ME=ya I......gues(before I could finish my sentence dad pulled my speedo down to my feet)

DAD and UNCLE= wow

DAD=you have grown since the last time I saw it

UNCLE=hell champ your hung for your age

ME=(sitting there a little embarrassed and nervous) really?

DAD= oh yeah you are. (Without warning he took my limp dick and shoved it in his mouth)

I let out a shocked/surprised gasp but my uncle just put his hand on my shoulder

UNCLE=its ok buddy. Just relax.

ME=it actually....hmmm...mm...feels pretty good.

My uncle laughed and watched as my dad deep throated my cock.

My cock started to grow in my dads mouth as he licked my rod and looked up at me. I tilted my head back and relaxed. It felt AMAZING.

UNCLE=your dads been talking about wanting to do this for a long time now

ME=hmmmm really?

UNCLE=yep. And now I see why, your body is great. Would you want to try something?

ME=sure

My uncle unzipped his pants and pulled out one of the fattest dicks Id ever seen.

He then grabbed my head and guided my mouth down on top of his dick.

I didnt know what to do so I just did to my uncles cock what dad was doing to mine.

UNCLE=thatta boy

UNCLE=you think hes ready?

DAD=(pulls his head up from my cock) ya I think so

My uncle picked me up turned my ass towards him then set me on his lap. I could feel his saliva covered dick touching my back. It had gotten even bigger.

UNCLE=ready when you are

(My dad moved himself in front of me and took of his pants and sat down in front of me) (my uncle slapped me on the ass and said brace yourself. With that he picked me up and sat me on his dick)

UGHH!!! I let out a cry of slight pain. But as soon as my mouth opened my dead shoved his now exposed dick in it. I tried to push his dick out and gasp for air but he held the back of my head in place and throat/face fucked me.

As I was gagging on dads dick my uncle started to pound my ass. I felt my ass jiggle/bounce with every thrust. He let out a moan as the pain I felt at first started to fade and reemerge as pleasure. My dad continued to face fuck me as he asked my uncle where he should cum.

UNCLE=well Im cumming on his nice little bubble butt ass (he smacks my ass)

DAD=hmmmm Im about to cum.

I was surprised when the saliva in my mouth was replaced with a thick warm liquid.

DAD=OHHH FUCK YES!!!

He pulled his cock out and rubbed it on my face as my uncle pulled out and came on my ass. I sat down in the chair sore and tired.

DAD=now you REALLY need a shower when you get home

We all got dressed and went home.

The whole drive home i couldnt believe what just happened. I had just been fucked and used by my own family. I sat there silent in a wave of different emotions as we drove home. What shocked me the most was that dad and my uncle were having a normal conversation like nothing had just happened. We got home and i got out of the car and headed to the door. As i opened the door i felt a hand smack my ass behind me. I turned my head to see my dad behind me.

DAD=hey how bout we keep this little thing between the three of us? No telling how other family members would react if they found out

A slight rush ran through me at the idea of such a taboo secret.

ME=ya....um ya sure. I said as i walked into the house. A few hours passed and my uncle had gone back to his house. I was in my room all showered and cleaned up and watching tv when dad knocked on the door. I got a bit turned on as i thought about what he could want or need.

ME=come in. Dad walked in and walked up to my bed

DAD=hey son look.....I...about earlier. Im sorry i just couldnt resist or help myself. Your uncle and i had been talking about you for a while and it just.. I cut him off

ME=did you enjoy it?

DAD=wh..what?

ME=did you enjoy touching your boy? I smirked a bit

DAD=well...well ya. Look Im sorry if it hurt you or.. I cut him off again

ME=did he enjoy it to?

DAD=who your uncle? Yes he said he loved it.

I smiled a bit. Well then its fine

DAD=really?

ME= ya, i see cocks all the time in the locker room. Besides its not like i have never been with a guy before. Your just....just um..i was never expecting to ever see or feel the cock of a family member.

DAD= ya Im just.. Well we are sorry.

ME=so you bothreally enjoyed it huh? I laugh

DAD=if Im being honest FUCK YES!

Hearing all this gave me an idea that got me stiff.

ME=Ok well Im going to bed dad. Night.

DAD=goodnight son

As dad left my room I laid awake thinking about something i never thought i would. Who else in my family would or even wants to fuck me?

Thenext morning i was horny due to everything that was done and said the day before. I felt like being a tease so i got up and headed to my sisters room. She was away at college so the room was pretty clean. I walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom container. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I got to the bottom of the steps and saw dad with his back to me in the kitchen cooking. I walked up to him and stood beside him facing him.

ME=so what is for breakfast?

Dad looked towards me and his mouth dropped and his eyebrows raised as he saw his son wearing a short skirt belonging to his daughter.

DAD=HOLY...What are you doing?!?

ME=what you dont like it? I do a slow spin around to show how the beginning of my ass cheeks show just before the skirt hides them.

DAD=no its just i....uh..well i didnt expect this.I smiled knowing that being a tease is what i do best. I sat down in a chair across from my dad with my legs unfolded.

ME=so im curious, besides uncle has anyone else in our family said anything about me or my body?

Dad noticing i wasnt wearing any underwear could see the beginning of my balls in the skirt

DAD=why do..you ask? I mean your grandpa always says what a great mature man you have grown into but i dont get why your asking. I look at him and smirk ;)

DAD=youre not serious are you? You dont mean you want to try anything crazy with someone do you?

ME=i have been hard ever since you and uncle did what you did. It is such a rush now looking back and thinking about it now. I want to see if anyone else is kinky like you and him.

DAD=no! No way! There is no way the whole family would all be ok with that. I stand up and walk over to him.

ME=that is why we are going to do some thinking and research first. Come on dad. So far we know you and uncle wouldnt mind it. You said grandpa has talked about me. What about anyone else? What about uncle Timmy? Isnt he gay? Come on we have to find out and i have an idea of how to find out who would be interested.

ME=we will make a list of everyone we think would be interested in at least seeing me not necessarily touching me. Then i will text them a pic of me. If they respond with rage or negatively ill just tell them it was supposed to go to a girlfriend.

Dad stood there surprised.

DAD=wow! You have actually thought this out?

ME=ya and just leave the rest to me

So as dad listed off those he thought would be interested i was eating and getting turned on just thinking about who in my family might be interested.

About two hours later dad came to me and gave me the list of everyone to send the pic to.

DAD=i cant believe we are doing this.

I grabbed my phone and handed it to dad

DAD=what? i smirked and replied

ME=i need someone to take the pic and its not like you havent seen me naked before. I joked.

DAD=ok. Without warning dad pushed me onto the kitchen table.

DAD=lift up the skirt a bit so they know what they might be getting. I listened and lifted it a bit as he took the pic. He then turned me around and slapped my ass.

DAD=lift up the skirt, let them see your bubble butt to. I did and dad took the pic.

I took my phone and sent it to the list of relatives we made. A few hours passed and there was no word from them. Then one by one replies came in. Of the list that we made only two people off of the list replied in a bad way so i just told them it was supposed to go to a gf. As i looked at those who replied in a decent way i got a bit hard as i read their replies out loud. DAMN!And dont know how or why i got this but im not complaining :). i showed dad the texts and he was shocked.

DAD=no way! No fucking way!

ME= HA! i told you. Now we wait a week and then at thanksgiving reunion ill show you my final plan.

DAD=ok. If you say so.

So all week long i couldnt get the idea or more family members touching and seeing me out of my head. Finally thanksgiving day came. That morning i woke up rock hard. I was about to but on some briefs and my pants when i got an idea. Instead i headed to my sisters room and grabbed a few things. I got dressed and headed downstairs. Dad and i got in the car and took off to my uncle Kevins house (the one who fucked me) because he was hosting the family reunion. As my dad drove i couldnt stop thinking about what might be about to happen when we get there.

DAD=what are you going to do or say if someone says something or asks you about the pics? He worried.

ME= just relax and leave it to me. Besides even if anyone was going to say anything about getting pics like that from a relative i doubt they would tell other people in the family about it. Just relax.

We arrived at the house and as soon as i walked through the door i was getting looks from those of my family who replied in decent way. Their looks of confusion and wonder kind of turned me on a bit. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to everyone who had replied positively to my pic text. I sent a text saying nobody say a word about the text. Not everyone here received those pics like you did. Just wait till all the other family members leave and ill explain everything.

I sat down and tried to control all the hormones building up inside me. Everyone sat done at the table to eat the thanksgiving meal. As i finished my plate i went and sat back down. About two hours passed and goodbyes were said and hugs were given and some family members left the party to return to their homes. I looked around to notice everyone who had replied to my pics was still here. I stood up and took a deep breath

ME=ok now that they are gone everyone follow me. And NO! the kids cant come with you.

I put in a kids dvd for the kids to watch as i guided everyone else into the living room. THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUN ;)

PART 2 coming soon

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