#brought my towel to the beach once and the pool twice

[eastern-hercules-beetle]

the thing about bugs is that if you are looking for bugs, you will always find bugs. whether or not it makes any sense for them to be there is like the 5th most important thing at best. there will always be bugs.

[hansensgirl]

put me in a movie.

summary. | He knows you can’t make it on your own, so he’ll put you in his movie.

warnings. | Dubcon (reader doesn’t know what he’s doing but consents to it), smut, drinking, age gap (reader is legal), virginity loss, choking, spanking, dirty talk, degradation, corruption kink, innocence kink, cream pie kink, penetration, teasing, praise, filming, voyeurism, porn (the industry), fluff, yearning, Daddy kink, humiliation, overstimulation, dumbification kink, and more. SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 6.5k.

pairing. | Grey!Pornstar!Helmut Zemo x Innocent!Reader.

a/n. | please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know. inspired by wet, written by the talented @thewritingdoll! do not translate or repost my fics at all.

You don’t like the heat, but you love the summer. The way the days are seldom cold and cloudy, with that occasional breeze that your skin gracefully soaks up in the same way your beach towel soaks up the water on your bathing suit. Popsicles of different flavours dripping down your skin and onto the hot sidewalk. The sticky residue makes you cringe, and you’d use the damp side of your towel to wipe it away. It would work for a few seconds, maybe even a minute or two, before the feeling returns.

You hate the heat, but you love to see him. Those swim trunks of his sticking to his wet skin. They’re a blue colour that seems easy to describe at first glance, but you’ll soon realize just how many shades of navy blue there are, and suddenly you don't even know what colour they are. Maybe it’s the colour of the jeans the cameramen wear, or perhaps it’s the colour of the night sky at around six in the evening during the summertime.

They lug heavy equipment, and you just wonder if they’re filming a movie. If your friends and family members got word, they’d probably lose their minds before begging you to get them a part. Vying for fame runs through the family tree branches, and even you would want a small part in it as well. You give them empty promises, forgetting their words after a few minutes until the following text message or phone call.

You don’t spend much time at the beach anymore. Heck, you haven’t been there since June. Your friends have left with their boyfriends and girlfriends on a trip to Bali, and all you have are your family members to keep you company. Your white fence, magazine and lawn chair are all you know of now. You spend your days outdoors, knowing each one will be filled with the same things. The sunlight, bees buzzing, and seagulls having unwarranted ferociousness.

Your parents spend their days at work, and you stay home to hold your small fort down. You don’t water the grass or touch the garden because your father does it better than anyone. You don’t touch the paint meant for the walls or the furniture boxes that are strewn across the floors because your mother knows where to put them and how to paint. You just relax, and you don’t mind it at all.

That was until you saw him.

Curiosity is your closest friend other than the blue raspberry flavoured popsicles that take up more space in your freezer than anything else. So when the empty house next door suddenly filled up with around half a dozen people, you just couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing. So you peer over the fence, standing on the small two-step ladder that your dad stole from his previous job. Women and a few men are laughing, dressed down in both swimsuits and t-shirts. Their bodies are lovely, the pinnacle of beauty that you sometimes envy. Other times, you’d feel as though you’re the prettiest girl in the world, and that’s not far from the truth. They’ve got different brands of alcohol in their hands, White Claw cans littered on the ground, and you cringe at the mess.

They must be mentally younger than you’ll ever be again because no person older than you can act like this. Heavy, black cameras are resting nearby briefcases, and you hope to god that nothing illegal is going on. The last thing you need is the police questioning you at 1 in the morning. Some of the men ogle at the younger ladies, and they bask in the attention. You watch as their eyes rake up and down their shiny, sweaty bodies.

“Oh, please, the least you all can do is wait for me before you start the party,” a man snickers, stepping out of the house. You look over to him, and your breath is taken away. Water drips down his face, cascading down to his neck and onto his slightly hairy chest—a navy bluish-purple robe and those blue swim shorts that peek through underneath the cloth. The colour of the fabric goes oh so well with the blue of his eyes. They all laugh until they’re sighing and already cracking open another bottle of beer.

You admire him from afar, and you can’t help but be mesmerized by the way he moves: such grace, such elusiveness. The glass in his hand isn’t cheap beer or tequila; it’s whiskey that looks rich as fuck, and he swigs it back like it’s water. You remember the first time your father and mother brought whiskey home from the local liquor store. Your father didn’t enjoy it, and neither did your mother. It sat in a random cupboard until a year ago when your mother decided to throw it out.

He lets out an exhale as the amber liquid flows down his throat, and you watch in awe as he handles the burn like a champion. God, you can’t even handle beer if you try hard enough. He gently places the glass onto the table, far away from the men’s feet, as he knows that they can be quite clumsy. There must be a proper name for all feelings; you believe. Like that feeling when it dawns on you that you’ll never experience something like this ever again.

Or maybe the feeling that Helmut has right now. Not the excitement of finishing this film, and not the tiredness that is a result of working too hard. No, the feeling that he knows you’re watching him from over the fence. He sans his hand towards you, and you quickly duck down, letting out a whimper. You nearly fall from the small ladder, but it wouldn’t be so graceful if it did happen. “What’s wrong, Baron?” one of his co-stars teasingly asks.

“Nothing... Must’ve been the whiskey…”

You don’t hate the summer; you just don’t like the boredom. Even relaxation is something you can tire of, believe it or not. You’ve got nothing to do. Your friends are still out of town, and your parents are at work. You’ve cleaned the house not once, not twice, but three times. Your closet is as clean as it’ll ever be, and the pantry is now organized by most used to least used. The plants have been properly watered, even though it wasn’t necessary since the forecast said there’d be light rain.

You love the rain, especially during the summertime. The sky makes the surrounding world have an almost orange tone to it. The after smell––an earthy, oceanic scent that is so unique––is something you’ll forever look forward to. You’re excited for the day it’ll rain, but even meteorologists tend to be wrong, and Mother Nature has a thing for keeping her children on their toes. It’s one of the many reasons why you love her. So with your little red dress on, you spin around in the backyard.

You’re sensible. You know what creepy crawlers lie underneath the dirt, between the fluffy grass. So instead of being barefoot (just like in those Sofia Loren movies) and playing around, you grab that little latter once again. You’ve scrubbed the grooves and cleaned them of their plant stains––sloppily, of course. Your oversized slippers belong to your dad, and they struggle to stay on your feet, but it doesn’t matter.

You’re not going to be moving around much, anyway. You move the latter closer to where you last saw the group of men and women. You truly hope you don’t get caught and get into any trouble; the last thing you want is your parents scolding you and embarrassing you. You step up on the ladder carefully, grasping onto the wooden fence for support. The surface is hot to the touch, and you really want to let go, but you really shouldn’t. You whisper affirmations along the lines of ‘I won’t fall…’ over and over again, under your breath.

And you hope to God they work.

Admittedly, you also hope he’s wearing those blue swim shorts of his again. The look (and he) resides in your heart, amongst other tubes and canals that have learned to make room for friends, family and passions. But he’s not a friend, he’s not family, and he’s most certainly not a passion. ...He’s something else, that’s for sure. An enigma, really. He reminds you of that feeling––the one that has a name, temptation. Someone tells you not to do something you weren’t going to do in the first place, and now you want to do it.

Except the case is different. You shouldn’t be perving on strangers like this––sneaking up on them, spying on them––all because you just can’t help it. Your mind tells you to stop, but it’s just giving you all the more reason to continue doing it. So, until you nearly get caught one more time, you’ll continue to watch him. Desperate to figure out who he is and what he’s doing.

The cameras are no longer on the ground; a smart decision, given that there’s a pool that takes up more space than anything. The blue water of pools has always fooled you. You grew up believing that it was the true colour of water, not even knowing that it was, in fact, the tiles and not the water. There’s no mess there either, clean and tidy. Maybe professionally done, because the concrete has but not one dark spot or crease where grass grows out of it.

Laid perfectly, you know your mother and father would admire it for a few minutes. You squint your eyes and gaze at the glass sliding door. Inside is him. You let out one of those dreamy, love-filled sighs that only main characters do in romance movies. You watch him as he pours himself a cup of coffee, two spoonfuls of sugar, and a dash of what seems to be almond milk.

You wonder if he likes iced coffees, as they can be so nice during the summertime. He wears those lovely blue swim shorts once again, hair slightly damp (with a pretty curliness to a few strands) and a navy bathrobe. It’s that same outfit as the other time you saw him, and you realize that they’re probably filming a movie. He moves around the counter, putting away certain little ingredients and whatnot.

The most mundane actions ever, ones that even you did just this morning. But god, he just makes it all seem so unique. He cards his fingers through his brown, almost dirty blond hair. There are clumps of strands that stick together, wetness that’ll dry probably as soon as he steps outside. He faces the window, staring out towards the fence that has been freshly painted, and sighs.

His head lulls back, and his neck is exposed. He’s probably both an actor and a model, you think to yourself. His chest hair has grown a bit more, and you can’t find yourself complaining. Tingles run through your body and even down to your pussy. You rub your thighs together, trying to make the feeling go away, while still being careful about holding onto the fence. You hope that he doesn’t know you’re watching him because you’ll never be able to live that down.

And it’s just so unfortunate that Helmut is such a clever man. Heightened senses from when he used to camp a lot when he was younger; he just knows practically everything. He knows you’re watching him, squinting your eyes until they’re nearly shut close. The skin around them wrinkles in the most adorable way, just like the way your nose scrunches up out of instinct. God, he could kiss every crevice of your body, even if you don’t know who he is.

“Hey, Helmut, we have a few re-shoots to do. Do you want to start now?” one of the cameramen asks him, holding a microphone in his hand. “No… I’m tired; we’ll do it all tomorrow,” Helmut says, waving his hand. He’s no longer looking outside and instead at the man who he’s addressing. He nods and walks off before Helmut follows him. Common courtesy is to always escort your guests out, and Helmut was raised with manners. With a hand on the man’s lower back, and a smile on his face, Helmut gently pushes him out the door and locks it.

You watch him as he disappears, seemingly leading someone out of his home, and you think all is fine. That is until that little voice in your mind decides to be obnoxious. The slight possibility that you’ve been caught and he’s mad haunts you, and your breath hitches. Your eyeballs are wide open, as big as the eyes of an owl, and your hands shake a bit out of fear. They dampen up a bit, not enough to the point where you’d be disgusted, but they’re clammy nonetheless.

You make a move to jump off the latter, not caring about the possible risk of falling and scraping your pretty legs. Your hands begin to let go of the fence, but they’re stopped by someone grabbing you by your wrists. You let out a squeal of shock as they hold you tightly from over the barrier, and you’re screwed. “I’m sorry!” you quickly yell, squinting your eyes out of fear. You’re not sure what to expect, whether he would yell at you or threaten to call the cops.

“No, it’s okay. Calm down, I’m not mad. Come back,” Helmut tells you, and you calm down. Yet you’re still nervous, scared that he’s a liar and that you’ll be in deep shit with the law. You step back onto the latter and are wary of looking over the wood. His eyes meet yours, and you swallow thickly. “I’m not mad, okay? I think it’s kind of cute. You’re like a curious little bunny,” he smiles, and you giggle.

“Never been called that before, usually just a curious cat,” you share with him, and he laughs. “Well, that’s not wrong,” he adds. A brief silence intrudes, and you just stare at one another. Helmut’s eyes jump from feature to feature on your face, relishing in that unique gorgeousness of yours. Someone like you will never be found amongst models because you’re an absolute angel. You’re like a pretty rose amongst other flowers; all are beautiful in their own ways, but you always manage to stand out.

You wonder if Helmut is the wolf to your bunny. That dark look in his eyes that compliments his features and overall attitude. He carries himself in such a way that old Hollywood actors wish they were so graceful. He’s the polar opposite of you––seemingly. But from the few words you’ve exchanged with each other, he just might be a bunny friend to yours. “I- I saw that there were cameras and I heard people talking… Are you filming a movie?” you ask him.

“...Yes, we are, bunny. I apologize for being so loud. Do you forgive me?” Helmut questions with a smile on his face. You nod your head and bite on your bottom lip, watching as his eyes brighten up a bit. “What’s it about? Can I know? Are you the main protagonist? Or the antagonist? What genre is it?” you interrogate, flooding him with questions. “Shh, one at a time, bunny. It’s very, very special and secretive. I can’t tell you much. But I’m the main protagonist, and it’s a bit of a naughty movie, so I don’t think a little girl like you should know much,” he whispers to you.

You nod your head as you listen to him, so intrigued about the work of art being filmed next door. “I’ve always wanted to be in a movie! Especially in one of those old Hollywood ones, they’re so good,” you admit to him shyly, with a coy smirk on your face. “Really? I think you’d be an amazing actress. You’d be even more popular than Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe,” Helmut praises, and you giggle once again.

“T- Thank you so much! ...Can I be in your movie?” you politely request him, but he shakes his head. You frown, your bottom lip jutted out. “You wouldn’t want to be in this movie, bunny. Remember what I said? It’s a naughty movie, and you’re just a little girl,” he reminds you, but you’re still pouting. “Is it a violent movie? One with curse words and lots of scary stuff?” you innocently ask, not sure as to what he means.

Helmut laughs quite loudly. “No,” he stifles a chuckle, “but one day I’ll shoot a movie with you, and I’ll show you how it’s all done.” He promises, and you can just tell he’s honest. You’re elated, hoping that the day he’s talking about will come soon. “What is your name, bunny?” Helmut asks, and you tell him. He nods before repeating it, giving you a smile. He brings both of your hands close to his face. You go on the tip of your toes to properly watch him once more. He presses his lips to the back of your hands, kisses them one by one.

“Go get some rest, bunny, and come by my place tomorrow,” he tells you before letting go of your wrists. He walks off before you do anything else. Sliding the glass door behind him, he disappears somewhere, and you’re left all by yourself. You’re still standing there, sighing dreamily as you replay the moments that will surely turn into a broken record. You hope that he’ll wear those blue swim shorts again, even though he’s already worn them twice.

There’s a skip in your step—nothing new and nothing unusual. Your shoes scratch against the concrete of the sidewalk that connects to Helmut’s front door. The sun only rose an hour and a half ago. The sky is a bright blue, filled with a few clouds that compliment the colour. The sun beats down onto your skin, and you haven’t forgotten to put on sunscreen once you finish twirling around in your little sundress.

You’ve got a miniature backpack that is slung over both of your shoulders. It’s orange, a bright one, in fact. It reminds you of the tangerines you love to peel, and those creamsicle treats that can be quite rare to find at this time of the year. You climb up the two steps that lead to his grey door, and you rap the wood a few times. There’s a doorbell too, one of those high-tech ones that record everything in its view.

Nothing but silence echoes back. No cars driving by, no birds chirping, no insects buzzing. Nothing. You wonder if he’s woken up yet, or if he’s even home. But as the door suddenly swings open––without a squeak, mind you––you’re met with the smiling face that belongs to Helmut. “Good morning, early-bird, is everything alright?” he questions, not one ounce of sleep tainting his look.

“Good morning! Everything is alright… D- Do you remember what you told me yesterday? About coming by?” you ask him, almost thinking to yourself that you’re just insane and that conversation never really happened. “Oh, right! Sorry, I've been a bit forgetful lately. But come in, have you eaten already?” Helmut asks as he moves to the side for you to enter.

Hesitatingly, you step inside his home. You kick off your shoes and look around. It seems sleek and modern at first, quite… different from the familiar feel of your house. Now, there are no wild polygons or geometric shapes that make you feel like you’ve been placed on a spaceship. No, it’s something that even your mind can’t come up with. The walls are a cream colour, engraved with different patterns that make it resemble marble. The chairs and couches have clear plastic legs on them, adding to that newfound era feel.

The floors are a light brown colour; wood in the shape of long, skinny parallelograms fitting against each other perfectly. The lights hang down a bit, high ceilings that you can’t even fathom reaching. You spin around and look up at them as they shine down brightly on you. They stem down from a pretty grey bronze appliqué that is attached to the ceiling. It’s practically art, just like the portraits of half-naked ladies that hang on his walls. There’s a specific piece that is above the fireplace.

It’s a mirror, and your reflection is in it. So is Helmut’s. You’re in front of him, looking at him through the mirror. He’s behind you, staring at your reflection. You both stay like that for a bit before you look away and admire the windows. He has such a lovely view; you can’t help but envy him for it. “Now, bunny, I have to be honest with you. We wrapped the movie up last night, and it was very late. I didn’t call you over because of that, and I’m really sorry about that. Do you forgive me?” Helmut questions.

You nod your head eagerly, just sensing that he’ll lead on with some sort of good news. Your parents have done that far too many times for you not to know better. “But, if you want, I’ll put you in a movie. It’ll be just between you and me because it won’t be too professional, okay?” Helmut grabs your hands and looks you in the eyes, waiting for your answer. “Oh, yes, please! That sounds amazing. Thank you so much!” you cheer, wrapping your arms around him.

You hug him tightly, and he eventually hugs you back. “Now, I want to finish it as soon as possible. So set your bag right on this couch, and go sit on that one,” Helmut instructs, pointing at the biggest couch in the living room. You nod and do exactly as he tells you. He walks away, possibly to set something up or to get ready, but either way, you still sit on his couch, filled with pure excitement. You cross one leg over the other, your pretty white dress covering the upper half of your thighs.

Lace that is on top of the cotton, both the same colour, and you realize how much you love this dress. Helmut saunters back into the living room, holding a giant tripod in one hand and a small camera in the other. You gasp at the sight, and he chuckles. Setting them up from the other side of the small coffee table, you watch him in awe. “This is going to be… a big girl movie, okay? Just like the one I was in. But I don't think it will be visible to the public eye, might just be between you and I,” Helmut tells you.

You nod in understanding. “Are you fine with that, little bunny?” he asks you just for reassurance. “Mhm, you can do anything you want; I don’t mind!” you reassure him, with a giant smile on your face. He swallows thickly as blood rushes downwards to his cock from your words. You still grin gleefully, such innocence on your features that he almost feels bad for having feelings for you.

He presses the little power button on the camera and waits for a green light to come on. With a smirk, Helmut walks around the table and stands in front of you. You look up at him, waiting for him to do something. He bends down and grabs both sides of your face––gently, of course––and he makes you stand up. He tilts his head and leans forward, slotting his lips against yours.

Now, you’ve kissed someone before. His name started with something along the lines of ‘J’ or ‘L,’ but that doesn’t matter. But that kiss was nothing like Helmut’s kiss. His kiss is soft and passionate, something you struggle to match. His lips stay locked with yours before moving to push his tongue into your mouth. You’re not sure what to do, so you just give up and let him kiss you until you both run out of breath. His tongue runs against the wet skin of your mouth, and you gasp at the feeling.

He eventually pulls away, and he looks at you with his eyes blown out. Helmut sighs and smiles at you. “You gotta trust me, okay?” he tells you once more, and you nod. “Ok…” you trail off, not knowing what to follow up with. “You gotta call me by a nickname, bunny… Hmm, how about Daddy?” he exclaims, his accent becoming more prominent. You love it and how unique it is. “Okay! I like that one a lot, my friend calls her boyfriend that sometimes,” you share with him, and he laughs.

He sits you down on the couch again, and his hand inches up your dress, making you giddy. He smiles at you, and you can see from the corner of your eye how the camera is filming you both. Helmut just knows you’re wet already, but you probably don’t know it. And he’s not wrong. You feel slightly tingly, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. Your panties slide down your legs, a wet patch on them, and Helmut throws them to the side. He lifts your dress over your head and tosses the fabric away, too.

He takes a step back and admires you. You still have your ankle socks on, but God, you’re so gorgeous he thinks he’s in heaven. “You’re so pretty, bunny. The prettiest bunny I’ve ever seen,” he compliments. You grow shy and smile before whispering a thank you. You smile at the camera, and he begins to undress. The first thing that goes is the robe, and his chest is now exposed.

Helmut hasn’t shaved his chest hair, and you’re glad. It looks nice on him––but to be fair––anything does. All he has on is those swim shorts. God, you love those shorts so much. They’re no longer wet, and yet they still cling to his thighs. He slowly pulls them down––and you feel as though you should look away and give him privacy––but you just can’t. His cock is hard, and it shows through the fabric, but you’re too busy staring at his hands to notice it.

His Adonis belt is slowly exposed, along with his pelvic bone, as he pulls down his boxers as well. There’s a small bush of hair right above his cock, and you find yourself wanting to tangle your fingers between the strands. Helmut’s cock bounces up––hard, red, and leaking––and the tip slaps right below his belly button. You let out a gasp, and he chuckles. His swim shorts lie on the floor, and you’re suddenly being urged to lay back.

Helmut climbs on top of you, caging you beneath his well-built body. Soft abs that are just perfect enough for you, and big hands that hold you so lovingly. He wants to feel his rough palms against your delicate skin, falling into every groove and curve there is. Like an artist admiring their artwork, he runs his hands along your body. From your thighs to your hips, over your stomach, between your breasts, all the way up to your neck. His hard cock is between your legs, nearly touching your sensitive little pussy.

You swallow nervously at the feeling. Helmut’s left hand wraps around your throat, and his right hand moves downwards to your legs. Gripping your calf, he places your right leg on the head of the couch and moves to position your left leg so that it hangs off the edge of the seat. You’re spread wide open for Helmut, not able to hide your naked body or close your legs. Your hands rest above your head, almost as though you’re pathetically shielding your hair from the rain.

Helmut’s hand still rests on your neck, but he doesn’t squeeze your throat or anything like that. You’re not sure if he’s playing the antagonist or not, but you decide to just go along with what he does. “You’re okay, right, bunny? You’re fine, I’m gonna treat you so good,” he promises, and you give him your best superstar smile. You have to admit that you’re nervous, but you trust him completely. Helmut would never do anything wrong to you.

“Has anyone ever touched you down here, bunny? Have you ever touched down here?” he questions you, walking his fingers up to your soaking wet pussy. “Hmm, uh, I touched it once, but I didn’t know what was happening, so I stopped,” you shyly explain to him, and he nods. “That’s okay, bunny. Can I touch you here? I won’t hurt you too badly, I promise,” Helmut assures you, and you nod. His index finger sticks out, and he watches as slick drips from your hole and coats the silky skin around it.

The digit becomes a bit shiny and quite sticky, and he traces your slit lightly. You shiver lightly from his touch, and sensitivity blooms in your core. “Uhm… Daddy?” you call out to him, a bit worried. “What’s wrong, bunny?” he asks, bringing his finger up to your clit. It throbs with want, just like the veins on his cock. “It feels very sensitive, almost too sensitive…” you admit to him, even though he continues to touch your clit.

“That’s okay, bunny, that’s how it’s supposed to feel. But if you want to stop, just tell me,” Helmut urges you. “Okay, Daddy.” He rubs your little nub in small, light circles. The muscles in your legs twitch, and you bite down on your bottom lip. He continues to touch your clit, and you begin to writhe from the overwhelming feeling. You let out a few whines, and Helmut watches as your cunt just gets wetter and wetter.

You try to shift his hands away from you in your weird position. It’s just too much at once, and you’re scared of what will happen next. The pornstar’s finger slips off your cunt, and he lets out a small gasp. The sound is mixed with displeasure, and you look him in the eyes with innocence. “Don’t do that again, bunny,” he warns, squeezing your neck a bit just to add to his threat. His index finger returns to your clit, and this time, he rubs your little pearl even harder. You see stars, ones that are dark and would be hidden in the blackness of outer space. Your eyes roll back into your skull, and you’ve never felt such pleasure in your life. Helmut’s digit touches the most sensitive part of your clit, and you jerk in response. Your legs try to shut close, but his body stops you from doing so.

When you open your eyes, you’re faced with a displeased superstar. Helmut lets out a shaky exhale, trying to compose himself. He knows he shouldn’t get mad at you, but he just doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have his way. His hand leaves your cunt and moves downwards. Suddenly, a harsh slap lands on your ass, making you cry out in pain. The skin stings and prickles, and you can feel slight tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Instead of staring at your pretty little face, Helmut squeezes your neck even tighter and watches as your little hole begins to leak with even more wetness. “Aww, bunny, did you enjoy Daddy hitting you? Hm? I bet you did; that’s you’re so wet,” he chuckles, and you grow shy. He’s not wrong, though. You enjoyed the pain quite a bit, even though you tend to avoid any and all activities that could leave you with a minor injury.

“Such a little slut for pain. But I bet you don’t like it when Daddy gets mean with you, right? Yeah, because you’re just a sensitive little bunny,” he coos, and you smile. You nod to him, and he grins down at you. Helmut’s cock is a furious red, almost purple if you really look closely. Beads of precum run down the sides of his cock, all the way to his thick base. He slaps your ass once more, enjoying the way you flinch and then smile from delight.

“I guess I’ve been a bit mean, just touching your little button without even letting you come…” he sighs before shifting onto his knees. Helmut looks over to the camera, just to make sure it’s still recording. And it is, so he smiles. He towers over you even more now, a few strands on his hair dangling downwards, and you find yourself wanting to play with them. The hand that was on your ass grasps the base of his cock, and he runs the head through your folds.

A quiet squelching sound echoes between the both of you, and you giggle. Your laughter is cut short when he bumps up against your clit, and you let out a moan. The sound is unexpected on your behalf, but Helmut just smirks. Your moans turn into a string of shallow pants, and he curses under his breath at the feeling. Dragging his head away from your clit, he brings himself down to your hole, and you let out an even louder gasp.

“Shh, just let Daddy in, okay? I know it’s your first time, but it’s okay. You’re fine, don’t worry,” Helmut reassures. You nod your head and let out a pained cry as he pushes into you slowly. You feel as though you’re being torn apart, split into two. He grips your throat even tighter, and you wrap your hand around his wrist in a panicked, fleeting moment.

Helmut sheathes himself inside you, with your mouth parted open in a silent scream and his eyebrows knitted together. He eventually bottoms out, and the stretch of his cock goes from a harsh burn to a pleasurable feeling. His swollen balls touch your aching ass, and he bends down to kiss your forehead lightly. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he questions. “Y- Yes, it feels really good, Daddy. Just a li’l uncomfortable, but it feels really good,” you tell him.

Your cunt squeezes him in a tight hug, your silky wet walls welcoming him in hesitantly. He wishes to stay inside you his whole life, and he would if he could convince you. Helmut pulls out until his head is the only thing inside you before roughly thrusting back inside. You cry out, and his hand loosens around your throat. “Such a good girl, letting me use your pussy for my pleasure. You like being recorded while I fuck you, right? Say it,” he demands, fucking into you roughly.

Your tits bounce with each and every movement. Helmut’s cock gets closer and closer to your sweet spot, and you moan loudly. “I- I like being recorded while you fuck me, Daddy,” you repeat to him. Helmut groans loudly, and you clench down on his cock tightly. “You feel so good, bunny, better than anyone else,” he compliments, feeling slick sweat beginning to build upon his back. “Uhm, Daddy? S- Something’s happening,” you whisper to him through your desperate cries of pleasure.

Searing heat grows hotter and hotter in your stomach, right above your pussy. You’ve never felt like this before, other than when Helmut was touching your pussy a few moments ago. “Let it happen, bunny, it’s okay, come all over Daddy’s big cock. I know you can do it, squeeze me, bunny,” Helmut urges, and you listen to him. The powerful feeling grows and grows, and so do your moans. And the elastic cord breaks eventually. It always does.

You cry out ‘Daddy’ as you come undone around his cock for the very first time. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, even though you’re gripping him so tightly. You gush all over him, wetness coating his cock, and it makes him fuck you even quicker. The sound of skin on skin and loud moans fill the room, and Helmut hopes to God that the microphone is picking up on it all. The feeling in your body makes you lose all sense of reality, and you’re babbling like a little baby.

“Daddy- It’s too much,” you sob to him, digging your nails into your palms. “Shh, it’s okay, bunny,” he shushes gently, keeping his hand wrapped lazily around your neck. Helmut’s cock slams into your cunt, pounding into you ruthlessly, yet he’s somehow oh so gentle. Your eyes roll into the back of your head again, and you moan gently as you feel another climax being built up. Back to back, and you’re not sure how your body is going to handle it.

He’s close, too. He’s never had this happen before, and he’s not sure what to think of it.

“Awe, you’re going to come again, bunny? That’s okay, shh, Daddy’s here, bunny. We’ll do it together, and it’ll b- be good,” he tells you, and you nod. Helmut bends down and places his shiny forehead against yours. He stares you into your glassy eyes––they’re hazy––and he can tell you’re gone. You’ve gotten all stupid and dumb for his cock, and he loves the idea so much.

You both pant as he sloppily fucks into your cunt, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fill up your tight little pussy with my cum. Gonna watch it leak out, and I’m just gonna fill you up over and over again. Make you all mine because you belong to me. Right? Say it,” he growls, fucking you even faster. “I’m all yours, Daddy, I’m all yours,” you say to him, and you’re both pushed off the edge after one specific thrust.

“O- Oh my…” you choke out, squeezing your eyes shut. Helmut curses loudly, saying all kinds of sinful things that a nun would faint if she hears him. His cock twitches as he comes inside you, and your pussy squeezes him as you let go. Streaks of cum shoot out his tip and paint your inner walls, and it all begins to leak out already. Your cum mixes with his, and he can’t lie and say he doesn’t enjoy the sight of it.

He presses a kiss on your nose before slowly pulling out. Helmut’s cock is still hard, and he just knows the afternoon won’t end until he says so. You wince loudly at the feeling of emptiness and overwhelming sensitivity. “Sorry, bunny,” he frowns, reaching over for the camera. You watch him through droopy eyelids as he focuses it on your cunt, then to your body, and then to your face.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” you ask him excitedly.

“So good, bunny. You’re going to be sweeping up at the awards next year.”

[cilldaracailin]

We Are The Champions

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s,

Happy Weekend :)

Here is the next part in this Robyn and Taron Story.

Suze xx

As always, I don’t know Taron and or his family and this is all a story.

9

“Sometimes having fun with your best friend is all the therapy you need.”

Robyn looked to Taron, watching his chest rise and fall with the clear and obvious long sigh he made and then looked to Tina. “Did I do something?”

“Oh not at all.” Tina replied taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. “Well not intentionally. Sometimes men just get themselves in a huff over the simplest of things, isn’t that right dear?” Tina nudged Guy with her elbow who once again was sitting with his eyes closed, his face to the sun.

It was evident that Guy had not been listening but answered his wife with the correct response. “Yes darling.”

Tina turned back to Robyn who was looking at Taron, a little worry on her face. “As a grown woman you have a fair idea how the male mind works.” She saw the little grin fill Robyn’s face. “How the littlest of things can make their mind wander? Well, let’s add sun cream application to those little things.”

Robyn looked to Taron and then back to Tina who was smiling. “Really?” She chuckled a little. “Guess my mind might have taken a bit of a wander then too.” She said with a little shrug. Robyn couldn’t help but eye Taron as he covered his skin with the sun cream his mother gave him, watching as he ran his hands a little too roughly over his body.

“And I think I am going to bring the girls for a swim.” Guy got up from his deck chair, ushering Mari and Rosie towards the sea, Tina and Robyn laughing at him.

“Don’t mind him.” Tina assured Robyn as she laughed more at her husband. “Typical male, just like my son.”

“I really didn’t think about it.”

“Taron did.” Tina chuckled. “Let me tell you now, you won’t change the way a man’s brain works and you know where it sits ninety nine percent of the time. Even his.” Tina nodded to Taron as he lay on his back. “Sun cream.” She said simply.

“So it wasn’t do to with the scent of the sun cream just everything else.” Robyn sighed a little. “It works both ways. I hope he knows that.” Realising that she had said, Robyn quickly turned to Tina. “Shit sorry. That’s your son. Probably not a conversation you need to know about or talk about.”

Tina shook her head. “Taron and I have a very close and open relationship and a mother doesn’t need to speak to her son to know what his brain is thinking or yours too and you are both adults. Plus it’s fun to let your mind wander every now and again. Nothing wrong with it.”

“And I think I need to go for a swim too.” Robyn shuffled in her chair a little.

“Let him cool off. He will be fine.” Tina gave Robyn’s hand another squeeze. “And please don’t feel you can’t be yourself around him just because I am here, because Guy is here. I saw how wonderful you were with him yesterday and I know there is a connection you both have that sometimes needs a longer hug or a softer touch. Please be yourselves. Forgot being here in Aberystwyth. Forgot who or what could be wandering around. Don’t let anyone or anything get in the way of yours and his happiness. Enjoy the day and his company. You never know when you will see him again.” Tina was surprised at the hug but turned into the young woman so she could give her a proper hug.

It was all Robyn could think to do because she was at a loss for some word to thank Tina for her kind words and support. “I have something for you.” She said after a few seconds and let Tina go.

“Robyn…”

“It’s for the picnic.”

Walking over to the beach bag which was on her towel, she pulled a few more things out of her bag to get the box of flapjacks on the bottom. Once she got the box out, she looked to Taron and noticed he had put his air pods in and was listening to music as he tapped along with his fingers on the towel. Happy to leave him be, Robyn stood up and walking to Tina handed her the tuberware box. “I know you said I wasn’t allowed to bring anything but that is not the way I was raised. Always bring something when you are invited somewhere. They are flapjacks and pretty healthy ones too. My mam and I used to make them all the time when I was a kid and I thought they would be a nice addition to the picnic.”

“Thank you Robyn. Thoughtful as always.”

“No problem.” Robyn looked out to the ocean and back to Tina. “I think I might actually go and have a swim. It isn’t something I get to do at all back home.”

“Sure. Go and enjoy it. I will watch over Mr Grumpy pants.”

Robyn chuckled a little. “Seems to be out of sorts this weekend, doesn’t he.” She looked over her shoulder to him. “I don’t want my…”

“And don’t finish that sentence. While you know how excited Taron has been to come home for a while, he has been just as excited for you to come and visit too. He’s just a little frustrated and being a man doesn’t hide it too well. As a woman, you handle it beautifully. He will come around looking for a long hug in a while. Leave him sunbath. Go and swim. Enjoy the beach.”

With a nod, Robyn wandered slowly towards the water, testing it with her toes, shivering a little. Although it was a beautiful hot day, the cold Irish Sea was not warm at all and she waded in slowly getting waist deep before she took the plunge and dived under the waves, swimming for a bit before surfacing, the sandy stones out of her reach but she felt very comfortable, enjoying the freshness of the ocean, the salted water against her skin. Threading water for a moment, taking in the beautiful view of Aberystwyth around her, she then took to swimming alongside the shore, keeping her pace slow and steady. It had been a very long time she had been swimming, let alone swimming in the open ocean and after a minute or so, turned around so she could swim back the way she came. Doing another couple of runs up and down, she slowed down and settled for an easy breast stroke to get her back to where she started, feeling quite winded and tired. Before she found swimming lengths easy but out of practice, it was harder to keep going and once she was roughly back opposite where Taron’s family had set up for the day, she swam back to the shore, her legs fatigued once she could stand up. A little put out at how drained she was after a short swim, Robyn figured it had been nearly a year since had actually had a proper swim and shook tired her arms out too.

“Robyn!” Turning her head, she saw Mari running towards her, Rosie behind, Guy on their heels. “You came for a swim!”

“Hello chicken.” Crouching down Robyn had her arms open, ready for the hug the two girls gave her at once.

“Robyn! You can’t call me chicken!” Mari laughed as she hugged her tight. “Taron…”

“Taron calls me that.” Robyn chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Sorry Mari. Just habit.”

“Did you come to have a swim with us?” Rosie asked.

“Oh well I have just been for a swim.”

“You have?” Mari asked.

“Yep.”

“Where?”

“Just out there.” Robyn pointed towards the water.

“Out there?” She asked. “But it’s so deep!”

Robyn smiled. “Yes, it is but I am good swimmer.”

“We are not allowed out there.” Mari told Robyn. “We have to stay here where Dad can see us.”

“Well of course Mari. The ocean can be very dangerous. There are strong waves and currents and rips, and then there is the tide which changes during the day.”

“But you went.”

Robyn took Mari’s hands. “I have a really good understanding of the sea and how it changes and how dangerous it can be. I didn’t go very far out and just swam for a little while before I came back in. When I lived in Florida, I swam in the sea every day, sometimes twice a day but I never go very far out and always stay right within where my feet can reach the sea floor just in case. Your dad is so very right in wanting you to stay here by the shore.”

“Sometimes we go to the rock pools at the very end of the beach. They are warm and we can find things in them.” Mari told her.

“They sound like lots of fun but girls please listen to your dad about swimming near the shore. It is so important to be safe on the beach, at the ocean.”

“Mam tells us that all the time.” Rosie said, nearly rolling her eyes.

“Of course she does and I forgot you girls have lived here all your lives. You know all of this already.” Robyn gave Guy a little smile and then let Mari’s hands go. “So how about we play some ball here at the shore?”

“We don’t have a beach ball.” Mari said.

“Give me two seconds. You stay here.”

Walking back up the beach, the heat of the sun quickly drying her wet skin, Robyn found where Tina was sitting and strolled to her beach bag, smiling as Taron lay on his back but he was still and clearly asleep. She turned and moving to the umbrella that was shading the two middle chairs. “Mind if I pull this up?” She asked Tina. “Taron’s asleep. Just want to shade him.”

“You need some help?”

Robyn easily pulled the umbrella up. “Nah I got it thanks.” She carried it over and pushed it hard into the ground beside Taron, giving it extra hard shove down, making sure it was steady and stable before she let go, the umbrella covering Taron from the warm sun. Happy he wasn’t going to be another shade of red, Robyn picked up the beach ball she had brought with her in her beach bag, what she had actually come over to the chairs for and headed for Tina, starting to blow up the plastic-coloured ball as she walked, giving her a smile. “We are gonna play ball.”

“You sure?”

“I am sure. I had my swim.”

“I saw.” Tina answered her. “Braver woman than me. I have lived here a long time and I wouldn’t be tempted to swim in the open water like you did.”

“I love the ocean.” Robyn answered. “And I never go further than I have too.” Holding up the half-inflated ball, she grinned. “Follow the shouts and scream if you want us.”

“Will do.”

Robyn finished blowing up the beach ball and threw it to Mari who was waiting excitedly for it and the two girls, along with Guy and Robyn played with the beach ball for a while before the two girls got bored of throwing and catching the ball and Robyn could see Guy was getting tired of it too.

“Tell you what, let’s go and get sun cream topped up and then us three can try and rebuild that sandcastle here on the sand.”

“Yes please.” Rosie answered as she held the beach ball. “Our last sandcastle fell down.”

“Well, if your mam and dad are ok with it, we can do that.”

“Once you stay at the shore here, it’s fine but you will have to get more sun cream put on. We have been in the water a while.”

“Ok dad.”

The four made their way back to their little area, the two girls running to their mam to tell them about the ball game and future sandcastle build. As the girls chatted excitedly to their mam, Robyn walked over to her towel, picking up one of the bottles of water Taron had bought, taking a long drink from it, her eyes on the Welshman the whole time as she drank. He had rolled onto his right side and was still sleeping, curled up a little, his right hand under his face. As the sun moved in the sky, part of his legs were now exposed to the sun, so once she was done with the water, moved the umbrella a little so he was once again completely covered.

“Asleep yeah?” Guy came to stand next to her. “Sounds like Taron.”

“Guess he has a lot to catch up on.”

“Tina said you moved the umbrella.”

“Yeah, just to keep the sun away.”

“If those girls give you too much trouble, just send them back up here.”

Robyn turned to Guy. “I am sure they will be fine. We are going to build a sandcastle.”

“Robyn you really don’t have to do this. You already were so wonderful yesterday.”

“I honestly don’t mind. Sure, I love sitting on the beach, but I can sit and build a castle.” She took a step closer to him. “I never really got to this family stuff. I had my cousins but this is different. I am really happy to do it.”

“Well send them back if you need too.”

Robyn grinned. “We are going to have a great time.” She moved around Guy and walked over to the girls, Rosie getting her last bit of sun cream topped up. “All ready to go?” She asked them, grinning as Mari held up her bucket and spade.

“Robyn, you don’t have to do this. You already…”

“Sorry Tina. I have already tried and she is adamant.” Guy came to sit back on his deck chair.

Robyn chuckled. “I want to build a sandcastle, sit at the ocean. I don’t have this luxury at home.”

“You send them back…”

“I know!” Robyn laughed. “We will be fine. Won’t we girls.” They nodded back to her. “We won’t move from the shore right in front of you.” Taking a hold of each of the girl’s hand, they walked the few meters down towards the water, the three sitting down, the two youngest getting straight into the digging the sand, filling their buckets, Robyn giving each some help with her hands. As the castles were built, they quickly realised that the slow approaching waves were running their castles, even with the moat Robyn dug around them so they filled the two buckets with stones and used them to protect their large castle as best they could, Robyn helping the girls to keep the five castles standing, even managing to add another castle on top.

“So this is something else you are so very good at.”

Robyn turned around and grinned at Taron as he stood there behind them. “This is a joint effort.” She replied to him, going back to helping Mari add some more stones around their castles.

“Room for one more?” He asked coming to sit the other side of their work.

“Always.”

“Where have you been?” Mari asked her brother, standing in front of him. “We have all had a swim, played beach ball and our castle is nearly done. You missed it all.”

Taron’s face fell a little. “Sorry Mari. I fell asleep.”

“Asleep?” Mari giggled. “On the beach?”

“Yep, on the beach.”

Rosie came to stand by her brother. “You need to go to bed earlier.”

Taron chuckled. “Yes I do but you know it is hard when I am working.”

“You wanna help me?” She asked him handing over her shovel.

“Sure.”

With an extra pair of hands, they managed to the save the sand castles for a little while longer but as a large wave came out of nowhere, it poured over the castles, spilling into and out of the moat, rolling their protective stone layer with it. Both girls were clearly upset by their castles destruction and sat in the sinking sand, faces sad and sorrowful, Taron beside them, an arm around each of their shoulders.

“Well even though it’s gone you two definitely had the best castle on the beach. I didn’t see anyone else have a moat and stones and six castles.” His words made them smile and they hugged him. “I think mam was going to start the picnic soon but she said something about…”

“Oh not sun cream again.” Mari complained.

Taron laughed at his sister. “No not sun cream but maybe going to the bathroom before she needed some help to set up lunch.”

Robyn saw the two girls frown a little. “Oh I forgot to tell you both.” Robyn came to crouch in front of them, her hand on Taron’s right knee to keep her balanced as the waves broke against her back a little. “I made some flapjacks. I gave them to your mam for the picnic.”

Her words were enough for the two girls to take to run and make their way back up the beach to their parents, leaving her and Taron alone.

“Thanks for the shade.” Taron said to her. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Robyn shrugged, sitting back on her heels, in the water. “You were asleep.”

“I don’t know why I am so tired.”

“I hope you are not coming down with something.”

Taron shook his head. “The last week on set was just crazy. We put in a lot of extra hours. It has just been hectic. These few days have been the first where I can actually just sit still and not be running through lines or in make up or wardrobe.”

“Gonna be like that next week?” Robyn asked him.

Taron nodded as he picked up some wet sand in both hands, letting it slide through his fingers. “Yeah, it’s a bit mental. We have a tight schedule next week before we head back to London for a few days the following week. Then we are back to Belfast for two days and back to London before we’re back in Belfast again.”

“Jesus Taron. Even I am dizzy listening to it.”

“Just the way the locations have been booked. We have some exterior scenes that need to be properly closed off and can only be done at certain times and days so Matthew has been really pushing us to get things completely filmed.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard.” Robyn picked up some wet sand and drizzled it over his legs, Taron laughing at her.

“I won’t. Promise.” He laughed deeper as Robyn covered his legs some more with wet sand. “I am going to have to go and wash this off now.”

“And?” Robyn questioned. “The ocean is right there.” She looked over her shoulder, but continued to cover his legs with sand. “Lots of water.”

“You been for a swim?” He asked.

“Yep.”

“Wanna go for another one?”

“Not particularly. My arm and legs are knackered for swimming. It’s been so long. I was wrecked after.”

“A paddle then?” He asked, his lips lifting wide.

“Don’t you dare!” Robyn warned him. “We have been through this before.”

Taron nodded and started to get to his feet. “Right well I am going to go and wash this off, have a paddle.”

“Sure.” She watched him walked past her, stepping into the water behind her and would have screamed if she didn’t know the feel of Taron’s hands by now as she was lifted under her arms and dragged backwards into the water. “Taron!” She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her properly, getting a real tight grip so she couldn’t wriggle away from him. “Taron!” She laughed more as the water surrounded them both, the man pulling her into the water insisting on getting her in as he kept moving backwards.

“Just a paddle and you are all sandy too!” Taron chuckled, hauling her into the water, still laughing as Robyn tried her best to get away from him, but he had his two arms crossed around her stomach, her body held tight against his and she was going nowhere.

He already knew he was going to get her into the water no matter how much she protested, but as he got deeper in, Robyn had stopped struggling and just let him carry her into the water and once his feet couldn’t touch the bottom any more, he let her go, but reached for her hand as she turned around to face him.

“I already had my swim.” She said to him, placing her free hand on his right shoulder lightly, already feeling the tiredness creep back into her body as she threaded water with him.

“This is a paddle.” He answered.

“A paddle is at the shore where the water gently washes over your ankles. This is swimming.”

“I was hot.”

Robyn laughed at the innocent face he pulled. “You were not. I made sure you were shaded.”

“That was a sneaky plan of yours. Making sure I wasn’t in the sun so you could get more colour than me!”

Robyn laughed and let go of his hand, kicking her legs so she could swim a back towards the shore, moving until her feet were on the sandy sea floor, feeling much more comfortable with something solid under her. Taron followed her, standing in front of her.

“You ok?”

“Yeah I am good. That swim earlier just took it out of me. I am so out of swim practice.”

“You know I won’t let anything happen to you.” Taron said to her coming closer, reaching for her hands under the water. “And I have swam here since I was a kid. Know the water pretty well.”

“Even at night?” She teased, letting go of his hand so she could gently splash him with the water.

“So we have gotten to that part of the swim yeah?” He asked, keeping a tight grip on her hand as she tried to pull away, splashing her back.

“Well you said you needed to cool down!” She placed her left hand on his shoulder and with one jump, pushed with all of her weight, Taron’s feet slipping from under him and he went under the water with surprise. Now that Robyn free from his grip, took to swimming towards the shore and away from him but knew he wouldn’t be far behind her and soon enough two hands wrapped around her waist and once again she was pulled backwards but this time under the water, Taron holding onto her as they surfaced together.

“Two can play this game.” He laughed as kept one arm wrapped around her waist, the other going to her legs, picking her up, giving her one hard throw into the ocean, chuckling as she screamed a little before she hit the water. It was much more entertaining being in the water with Robyn in the day light compared to their late-night swim the last time and he waited for her to come up and started to fret when it had been a couple of seconds and she hadn’t appeared yet. “Robyn?” He twirled around, thinking she might be behind him and really started to worry when she wasn’t. “Robyn!” He called a little louder turning around again and walking forward, chest high in the water, his eyes scanning the shore to see if she had gotten out of the water but he couldn’t pick her out in the crowd.

“Looking for me?” Robyn placed her two hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him, and pulled her weight backwards, taking Taron with her, both falling with a splash. After he had thrown her, she had stayed under the water watching his legs move and when she saw the opportunity when he was looking towards the shore to get her own back for him chucking her into the water. Shaking some water from her face, she grinned as Taron’s face popped up from the water, the biggest smile on his face.

“And you called me evil?”

“You think you were going to get away with what you did?” She laughed.

“I was worried for a minute.” He said moving closer to her, using his fingers to brush some loose wet strands of hair from her face. “Sorry for being grumpy again.”

Robyn shrugged a little. “It’s just been a weekend for it for you but it’s ok. Everyone has their off days.”

“I just don’t know what is going on. I should be delighted to be home and I am but for some reason…” Taron’s words stopped and he ran his hands down his face, his wet hands leaving drops of water on his forehead and cheeks.

“Maybe it is because you have to go back to Belfast tomorrow and you don’t know when you will be back home and you are worried to enjoy yourself too much, to just let go and have lots of fun. That you’re still thinking about work, finding it hard to properly switch off?”

Hugging Taron in the ocean was no different to hugging him anywhere else and it was a close tight hug, waves splashing around them as he leaned his face into her neck, Robyn the one who initiated the hug, stepping into him, taking his arms and wrapping them around her back, her hands doing the same to him. “I’ve been a bit of an idiot. I should be loving my time at home but I guess I have just tried to be too perfect that it all backfired on me.”

Robyn rubbed Taron’s wet skin. “Not at all.” She assured him. “I can understand how much you needed everything to be perfect. It has been such a long time since you have been home and I am sure part of you feels guilty that you can’t get home more often, that you don’t know when you will be home next, not only to spent time with your family but also with your friends. I mean lately, you have seen me more than your family.”

“I am ok with that.” Taron spoke into her shoulder. “But you are right once again. I just put so much pressure on myself for everything to be right, that things go wrong. If I just leave well enough alone, it would be better.”

Robyn felt the horribly sad exhale he made and wrapped her arms around him tighter. “You wanna ask your sisters if they think the weekend has been shit? Because I know they have had the best weekend ever as well as Tina and Guy and you know I have enjoyed the whole weekend, even the grumpy parts.” She placed a light kiss at his temple. “You still have a whole day left with them Taron. Just let the tension go and have fun. More fun than you have already had.” She gave him a squeeze. “Don’t be so hard on yourself either and don’t be worrying about work tomorrow. Matthew has been thrilled with filming so far and I know you are enjoying the script more.” Robyn moved back and stood on her toes so she could kiss his forehead. “And I still owe you a visit on set.”

“Anytime you want chicken. You are always welcome.”

“Fantastic. Now…” Robyn dropped her hand and gently splashed him. “You have your swim and I am going to go and head back.”

“You don’t wanna have a swim with me? We could finally have that race.”

Robyn smiled and shook her head. “I wasn’t lying when I said my arms and legs were shot. I haven’t been for a swim in such a long time.”

“Really?” Taron tilted his head.

“Really. You swim. I will head back.”

“Ok well, I won’t be too long. I really only came in to cool down.”

“Sure. See you in a bit.” Taking to a quick dive under the water, Robyn swam quickly back towards the shore, getting to her feet with a little wobble as she walked out of the water, heading up towards the Egerton family spot.

“Just breathe and keep breathing and stop looking and for goodness sake Taron, stop looking.” Although he kept telling himself not too, his eyes followed Robyn the whole way as she walked out of the water and towards his family. He let himself fall backwards into the ocean and once he came back up for air, let his body float on his back, his arms and legs sprawled out as he floated. With his eyes closed all he could see was Robyn in her beautiful two piece two just smiling at him. His beautiful Robyn who always knew what to say to him and she had been absolutely right. He had been concentrating so hard on making it the most perfect weekend, he had forgotten to just have fun and he was determined to make the most of his last couple of hours at home and with Robyn.

Cooled down in body and mind, Taron trudged through the water towards the shore and up onto the beach, walking towards his family who were all sitting down in a circle, their picnic in the middle.

“Don’t eat all those flapjacks.” He said taking a seat beside Robyn, reaching forward to take one from the box.

“Have a nice swim love?” Tina asked as she poured him out some water into a cup, handing it over to him.

“Water’s great. Nice to be able to get in without properly shivering.” He took the cup from his mam.

“The water broke our sandcastle.” Mari said a little sadly, picking at crumbs from her sandwich.

“Don’t worry Mari. We can build another one.” Taron gave his sister a sideways hug.

“Really?”

“Sure. You know your brother is Aberystwyth’s sandcastle building champion.”

“Robyn’s sandcastle was brilliant Taron.” Rosie said as she took a bite from her sandwich. “And she brought a beach ball for us and she made us flapjacks.”

Taron nudged Robyn a little. “She is pretty amazing Rosie.” He said with a small smile, seeing Robyn’s lips rise a little even though she tried to hide by it taking a bite from the sandwich in her hands.

Tina and Guy had prepared a perfect beach picnic with various types of sandwiches, little cakes and buns, treats and different drinks suited to everyone’s tastes and the family and Robyn sat together, eating and chatting, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

“This was lovely, thank you Tina.” Robyn was helping Tina to tidy up the picnic, while Taron and Guy brought the girls to one of the shops to buy some ice cream for dessert, the two packing away the food into the boxes and putting them back into the coolers.

“You are welcome. It was nice to be back together as a family, getting to spend time with Taron.” Tina froze and looked to Robyn. “Oh I didn’t mean that you weren’t welcome Robyn. You know you are a part of our family now and always welcome.”

“Thanks Tina. I have had a lovely weekend. I love coming over to Aberystwyth. It’s so peaceful.”

“Compared to Kilcreen?” Tina chuckled, making Robyn laugh too.

“Ok well compared to Kilcreen no but I do love coming here and it is peaceful here.” Robyn saw Tina look at her and then glance around at the crowds on the beach. Just before three the beach was still heaving with people. “It is!” Robyn chuckled. “I don’t live near the beach. It is an hour away. The closest thing I have to water is the canal in Kilcreen and I wouldn’t even put my finger in it let alone swim in it. You are so lucky to have this on your doorstep.”

“Taron only has positive things to say about Kilcreen.” Tina replied. “Great coffee shop, amazing musical society, massive football field, best place for breakfast hash and something called a spice bag.” Robyn took to laughing hard, her hands over her mouth as Tina listed Taron’s favourite things in Kilcreen. “He loves going to visit you.”

“He just loves my bed and shower.” The words had left Robyn’s mouth before she could stop herself and was sure her whole body blushed. “Good thing we have already had one awkward conversation today. We can add this one to our list. So sorry Tina.”

Tina shook her head. “I already knew about the bed to be fair to you and you don’t have to embarrassed by it. We both know Taron loves to cuddle.” Seeing Robyn blush even harder, Tina changed the subject. “So my girls have crowned you best sandcastle builder in Aberystwyth.”

“Took the crown from Taron apparently.”

“He will get over it.” Tina smiled, looking to her right as her husband and children arrived back with the ice cream, the two girls already eating theirs. “Please tell me you didn’t eat ours too.”

“Nope.” Guy held up a bag. “Safely inside.”

Ice creams handed out, Mari and Rosie sat in their deck chairs with their parents, while Robyn and Taron took to Taron’s towel, sitting in the sun beside each other. Once Robyn had finished her ice-cold treat and popped the stick into the bin, she walked back to her towel and lay down on her back, closing her eyes, the afternoon sun perfect on her skin.

“Excuse you.” She turned her head as she heard Taron’s playful voice and saw him shake a sun cream bottle her way. “You need a top up. You have been in the water.”

Robyn pulled herself up. “That means you need one too.”

Taron chucked the factor fifty bottle to her. “Of course but you first.”

Turning around, Robyn shuffled backwards so she was closer to Taron and she sighed internally as he so slowly and carefully covered all the exposed skin of her shoulders with sun cream, using gorgeously slow strokes, deepening the pressure he was using once before both his hands ran down her arms. “All done.” He whispered into her ear. “My turn.”

Robyn would have begged for him to go again but in the public, around his family, wouldn’t be seen to taking advantage of his hands so turned around and once she had covered his shoulders with the factor fifty, used the factor twenty on the rest of his back, paying extra attention to the adorable dimples on his lower back and then between his shoulder blades, digging deep into his skin like he had done for her, just feeling a few extra knots on under his skin. Once done, she quickly sun creamed the rest of her body, Taron doing the same and then lay down on her back on her towel again.

“So, you have found your spot for the rest of the afternoon then?” Taron asked seeing Robyn make herself comfortable.

“I need some sort of colour before tomorrow.”

“I definitely see a slight red tinge to your skin.”

“It will go brown.” Robyn answered him her eyes still closed.

“So can I rub your after sun in later then? When you are all scorched and red?”

Robyn turned her head to look at him. “Sure. After sun your little Welsh heart out.”

“Hey!” Taron poked her gently. “My Welsh heart isn’t little.”

Robyn reached for his hand and gave it a hard squeeze. “I know rocketman.”

Seeing Robyn relaxing and enjoying the sun, Taron copied her but lay on his stomach, instead of his back, his hands above his head, his whole body enjoying the heat of the sun on his skin. Hearing his sister’s talking and their voices getting closer, he opened his left eye and looked past Robyn to see his mam talking to his sisters who immediately turned direction away from himself and Robyn, sitting down on their deck chairs again. So thankful for his mam’s understanding that himself and Robyn needed a little break, he lay his head back down again but thought for a second and sat up. Reaching to the Robyn’s bag where he had left his belongings, knowing she wouldn’t mind at all, he pulled out his air pods and phone.

“Music?” He asked Robyn, seeing her open one eye and smile, taking the air pod from him. Taron settled himself back onto his stomach and got some music playing, just shuffling the songs on his phone. Before he closed his eyes, Taron took a look to Robyn and grinned. She was mouthing the words to the song playing and the smile was fixed on his face as he closed his eyes. It was the peace and relaxation he had been looking forward too and was glad Robyn was finally getting her chance to have her little rest too. As much as he loved how amazing she was with his sisters, he still wanted her to get her own break before they both were back to work.

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Plenty of Seas in the Universe

Ryan, Akmazian and Maddox visit the beach together.

Ship: Ryan/Akmazian/Maddox

Word count: 1961

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The cerulean water lapped rhythmically at Ryan's ankles, just teetering on the edge of too-cold and raising goosebumps on his skin. The soft squish of the pale sand as he dug his toes in was satisfying, though, and the pleasant warmth of the golden sun was a delightful contrast to the ocean. He rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head to the sky, eyes fluttering shut and a smile crawling its way across his face. He let a pleased hum escape him. To his right a familiar low chuckle rumbled outwards.

"Enjoying yourself there, Ry?" Akmazian teased, squeezing their interlaced hands. Ryan cracked open an eye and smiled at him.

"Absolutely. I mean, it's not like I have the chance to bask in the sunshine very often back on EOS 10," he replied lazily. Akmazian ducked his head in acknowledgement. 

"Yeah, I'll bet that's true," he muttered, eyes gleaming. "Just look how pale you are!" His other hand reached out to pinch Ryan on the ribs, making him yelp and jump away, subsequently splashing Akmazian with frigid water and colliding with Maddox on his left. David stumbled slightly, but recovered quickly and disentangled his hand from Ryan's left in favour of wrapping it around his waist. Ryan glanced upwards and leaned easily into the taller man, eyeing Akmazian warily.

Akmazian stared at the recently soaked hem of his shirt, then back up to Ryan. His eyes narrowed.

"Oh, that's it," he started, and shifted like he was about to kick water over onto Ryan and David.

"If you get me wet, Ak, I swear to god I will ruin your life," Maddox warned, glaring. Akmazian paused and gazed at him calculatingly--Ryan just knew he was trying to figure out exactly how to splash Ryan without hitting David. Ryan raised an eyebrow daringly at Akmazian, waiting to see if he'd follow through on his threat. Apparently David also knew exactly what Akmazian was thinking, because he tugged Ryan closer and wrapped both arms around him, dropping a quick kiss into his pink hair.

"Also, you're not allowed to get my human shield wet either," he smirked. Ryan gaped at him.

"Wha--human shield?! I'll show you human shield!" he yelled, wriggling out of his boyfriend's grip and stomping hard, making a tiny splash of water and sand flick its way up Maddox's legs. The man just gave him an unimpressed look, when suddenly a wave of cold splattered against Ryan's back. He turned, spluttering, and levelled his most murderous glare at Akmazian, who held a cheeky grin and dripping hands.

"You're dead," Ryan warned, and lunged towards him, kicking up a storm of salt water.

Akmazian laughed and fended him off with upsetting ease, splashing Ryan back with vigour.

"Shit!" Ryan shrieked after a particularly big splash. "You got my shirt soaking wet!"

"Why don't you take it off then," Akmazian leered, and flashed a flirtatious wink. Ryan narrowed his eyes, but... well, he was drenched anyway, what harm could it do? He ducked his head and pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, chucking it onto the sand and turning back to face his boyfriend. Behind him, Maddox's manic laughter was abruptly cut off with a choked wheeze, which made Ryan smile. And, judging by Akmazian's stunned silence and wide eyes, he hadn't actually expected Ryan to go through with it.

Ryan kicked a huge wave of water at Akmazian. The other man flinched and snapped out of his shock, a downright dangerous look appearing on his face. Never one to be outdone, he quickly tore his own shirt off and chucked it in the sand before rounding on Ryan.

“Oh, crap, David?” he began backing away further into the sea and away from Ak’s outstretched hands.

“Yeah?” Maddox replied dazedly, and when Ryan looked over he was still staring at Ryan’s chest.

“Protect me!” Ryan screeched, and stumbled further away into the gentle rolls of waves when Akmazian lunged. David laughed as Akmazian grabbed at Ryan, then pulled his own shirt off and threw it on the dry sand before wading in after them. Ryan fought Akmazian off, the other man grinning with wild determination, but couldn’t help the burst of shocked laughter that escaped him when Akmazian managed to get both hands around his waist and lift him into the air.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, clutching at Akmazian’s arms.

“Hold your breath!” he hollered. Ryan’s eyes widened.

“No, no, don’t you dare! Ak, I swear, if you drop me--” he struggled to get out of his boyfriend’s arms, and Akmazian stumbled.

“Whoa, good doctor, calm down,” he laughed, “I’m not gonna dunk you!” Ryan shot him a glare, then leaned to the side to see where Maddox was standing waist-deep in the water. He looked at him pleadingly.

“Babe, help me out!” he whined. David just laughed at him, the traitor. Ryan scowled and wriggled around, but froze when Akmazian’s grip on him slipped.

His eyes widened and suddenly he was slipping, falling, and then he was crashing and submerged in the water and fuck, that was cold! He took a moment to find his feet in the sand as a wave softly pushed him around, then burst sputtering out of the water. Akmazian’s eyes were wide with shock, but he was giggling, whereas David was practically bent in half cry-laughing. Soggy pink hair flopped into Ryan’s eyes and he swept it out of the way in annoyance, looking murderously at Akmazian.

“You dropped me,” he hissed.

"I’m sorry,” Akmazian managed between laughter, reaching out to him apologetically. “I honestly didn’t mean to, darlin’, my apologies.” Ryan crossed his arms and harrumphed, but didn’t pull away when Akmazian pulled him into a hug. It was just an opportunity to get Akmazian wet in return, and hey, he was really warm.

“Sorry,” Akmazian repeated, and tilted Ryan’s face up for a kiss. Ryan (begrudgingly) let him. Then David sloshed over to them and flopped over Akmazian’s back, pouting.

“Do I get a kiss?” he asked.

“I don’t recall dropping you into the water,” Akmazian pulled away from Ryan to say. Maddox poked his tongue out childishly, and Ryan disentangled himself from Akmazian to grab David’s arm.

“You’re my favourite now, seeing as you haven’t dropped me in the ocean,” he stated. Akmazian let out an offended puff of air, but David smiled indulgently and slid off Akmazian’s back so he could hold Ryan’s hand.

“You say that like I wasn’t already your favourite,” he teased. Ryan tilted his head up expectantly, and Maddox kissed him softly on the mouth once, twice, then pulled away and dropped a kiss onto his forehead. (Ryan wasn’t blushing, okay). Akmazian pouted at them, to which Ryan just laughed. He let go of Maddox’s hand and drifted into deeper water again, bracing himself against the cool temperature until his body slowly adjusted to it.

Ryan had been swimming since he was a child, it was practically second nature to him. Of course, on EOS 10 the only place to go swimming was a chlorinated pool, and the sea was different in a lot of ways. For example, he was constantly surfacing to rub the salty brine out of his eyes, because it stung like nothing else. There was a current here, too: it swept him up gently, trying to coerce him into floating out into the deep water; but Ryan fought it back with ease and a few lazy kicks. He bobbed on the waves as they rolled in, too calm to crash and break into white foam, but just strong enough to lift him up and down. He floated on his back, and sunk into the familiar sense of peace that came with the sound of his ears being underwater. Ryan soon realised was probably getting sunburned, though--this planet’s ozone layer left much to be desired.

He twisted in the water and flipped over. It only took a few strokes to bring him to where he could touch the ground, and when he looked up it was to a heart-warming sight. Maddox was clinging to Akmazian like an octopus, arms looped around his neck and legs wrapped around Akmazian’s waist. Akmazian held him up with ease in navel-deep water and their foreheads were pressed together, Akmazian murmuring something while Maddox smiled fondly. It made Ryan’s chest hurt in an uncomfortable, squeezing kind of way--he almost couldn’t bear it. He was really, really happy; he wondered briefly if the chip in his brain was going to kick in, because surely anything that made his heart feel like this couldn’t be normal.

He quietly swam to shore and wandered up the sand, picking up their shirts and hissing at the burning grains of sand until he reached their bags. He shoved the shirts in haphazardly and dug around as quickly as possible until he pulled out an old Earth polaroid camera. He didn’t really know why, but he loved the thing and it made this holiday feel perfect: there was just something about holding a picture in his hands and watching it slowly develop rather than seeing it projected onto a screen, something that made everything so much realer and more tangible, that truly captured the frozen moment. With that in mind he brought the camera up to his face and focused it on the pair still in the water--both still smiling, with their heads ducked down like they were sharing a sweet secret--and snapped a photo.

The film began to print immediately, and he carefully dried his hands off on a towel before grabbing it. He watched for a minute as the photo developed, taking in the individual little details: the sapphire glittering of the water, the way Akmazian’s dark skin shone in the light, the contented curl of David’s body as he was effortlessly held up. That warm, fuzzy feeling bloomed in Ryan’s chest again, and he smiled before carefully putting the camera and the photo away.

“Do you guys want ice cream?” he shouted to the pair, who looked over at him from their position in the water.

“Who’d say no to that?” Akmazian called back, and Maddox shot him a thumbs up.

“Well, are you coming? I’m not carrying three back!” Ryan yelled impatiently, but when David and Akmazian linked their hands with his and bumped their shoulders together as they walked along the shore, it became really hard to keep a stupidly-in-love grin off his face.

For a long time after that trip, four photos sat on Ryan’s bedside table, neatly framed together and obviously cherished. One was of Akmazian and Maddox holding each other happily in the ocean; another was of David with his legs buried in the sand, eyes squinting joyously as he grinned and Ryan tossing his head back with laughter as he patted more sand down; the next was of Akmazian lounging in a hammock with Ryan curled up next to him, eyes shut and a content little smile on both of their faces as the shade from a tree played across their features; and the final one was a selfie, the shot slightly blurry but picking up clearly on way all three could barely keep the grins off their faces, David and Ak leaning in to press a kiss against both of Ryan’s cheeks, and Ryan blushing lightly with a huge grin on his face and his eyes fluttered shut. It captured the burning orange sunset behind them in a blur of vibrant colour. Every time Ryan glanced at those photos, just before he went to bed and as soon as he woke up, that same warm, lovely feeling in his chest bubbled up and he couldn’t help but smile.

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Something Different | Chapter 3 (These Girls) | Jonah Marais

A/N: HELLO EVERYONE! Here we are, already at Chapter 3. Thank you so much for reading my story. I feel so so happy when someone gives me feedback or tells me that they liked it. It’s so motivating to know that someone enjoys my writing. Please please also tell me what you thought of that Chapter and also makre sure to reblog so more people can see it. I love you all so much and thanks again. The first part has already 50+ notes I really can’t believe that. 

In case you missed the other parts: Chapter 1 (Tell me), Chapter 2 (Nobody Gotta Know)

Summary: You are Daniel’s best friend and go to one of his concerts. You meet Jonah and let’s say the feelings are directly mutual. Every chapter of this series will also be inspired by one of their songs and for this part we got ‘These Girls’. The plot doesn’t match the song completely but you get idea. 

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2k

Jonah drops his arms letting go of you “What are you doing out here? It’s past midnight” “I just wanted to ask you guys the same question�� Zach laughs obviously being amused with what he sees. He takes a bite off his sandwich “Well I wanted to sleep then I got hungry. I made some food and I heard someone outside in the pool. Now I’m curious for your explanation. You two all alone here outside? I hope I didn’t interrupt something” he smirks. You blush all deeply and lift yourself out the pool. “Goodnight guys” you simply say and quickly grab your towel walking inside. You are way too embarrassed your cheeks turning dark red and all you could hope is that Zach won’t tell Daniel directly.

“Y/N. Wait” Jonah calls but you are already inside. He isn’t running after you knowing that will probably wake someone. “And you don’t tell this to anyone okay. You didn’t see anything”. “Yeah I’ll keep my mouth shut but what’s going on between you two?” Zach asks and Jonah sighs a moment knowing he won’t stop asking questions when he doesn’t tell him. “Well we kept texting and calling each other after she was at our concert. And well now I asked here to come down here so we can be alone for a bit. She doesn’t wanna say anything to Daniel yet. We aren’t official not even dating at the moment. I don’t even know if she..” Jonah starts but doesn’t finish his sentence. “If she? C’mon spill it bro” Zach smirks hitting his shoulder but Jonah shakes his head “No nothing”. Zach raises his brows making him give in “okay yeah if she likes me” he mumbles barely audible. Zach smirks feeling like he won as he got it out of his friends “Goodnight loverboy”

Kitchen, next morning, 9.38 am

“Did you sleep well?” Daniel asks as you two make breakfast together for everyone. You didn’t get a lot of sleep. All you could think about was Jonah and how you almost kiss him. You still feel his hands on your bare skin and his lips so close that they almost brushed against yours. You tried to get your head straight again but even thinking about him makes you feel dizzy. Do you like him? Is that how it feels to be in love? No, you can’t be. You just met him a few weeks ago and saw him in person twice. You don’t believe in love at first side. Do what your heart wants. That’s what people always say but what does the heart know anyways? You don’t believe in anything like that. But maybe the tall guy with messy chocolate brown hair and dark ocean eyes just changed your way of thinking.

“Y/N?” Daniel snaps his fingers in front of your face. You snap out of your thoughts nodding your head quickly “Mm yeah I slept good” you give him a smile so he is happy. He grabs some plates carrying them all to the table. You let out a small sigh. You never lied to him before. You knew Daniel since childhood. You told him everything and always cried in his arms when some guy broke your heart with 13. You need to tell Daniel because you know it won’t end good if he finds out or someone else says something.

30 minutes later everyone is finally downstairs. You all sit around the table starting to eat. “Should we go to the beach today? It’s really nice weather outside” Corbyn suggests. “Yes, beach sounds great. You are in Y/N? You brought a bikini, right?” Daniel asks. “Oh yeah she…ouch” Zach starts but you kick his leg quickly under the table before he could finish his sentence. He looks apologizing at you as he promised not to say anything. Well, Zach isn’t the best though to keep a secret as he always spills before he thinks. Luckily Daniel didn’t even notice and keeps eating his sandwich happily. The beach sounds good right? Seeing Jonah shirtless the entire time sounds great as well. Not being able to get close to him will be the bad part about all of this.

Your room, 11.02 am

You kneel in front of your suitcase deciding what bikini you should wear. You want to look cute but don’t show off too much at the same time. You choose your black triangle bikini and some matching bottoms. After taking it on you braid your hair into two boxer braids and throw on your white beach dress. Putting a towel in your bag then you also get your phone and some sun cream. As you walk outside you room Jonah opens the door of his at the same time “beautiful” he mouths shooting you a wide smile. You giggle some seeing his swimming shorts with bananas on them. “What? Those are sexy” he smirks noticing your facial expression just thinking how adorable you are. Your laugh is already his favourite sound. The others wait already downstairs in the hall. “Finally! Let’s go now!!” Jack runs outside the door already being way too excited for just the beach.

The beach is less than a kilometre away so it’s a short walk. You chat with Corbyn laughing about some stupid Instagram videos he shows you on his phone. After arriving everyone places their towel down in the sand and you get a place between Daniel and Jonah. What else should have happened. Zach and Corbyn run directly into the water as you sit down first. “Can you put sun scream on me?” You look at Daniel but he is already on his way into the ocean too together with Jack. “I will do it for you. C’mon, lay down” Jonah grins grabbing directly the bottle from you being more than happy. You give him a look as you lay down on your belly “Make sure to keep your hands where they belong to Marais” you laugh some trying not to show your excitement and also nervousness right now. “Yeah don’t worry but this needs to be open” he gently pulls the strings of your bikini making it drop to your sides. You feel goose bumps all over. At first you want to blame to the cold sun scream but it’s Jonah. He slowly rubs his hand over your back rubbing it in all gently. That guy really knows how to take his time. He makes sure to get EVERY spot. He lets his fingers trace along your shoulder blades then down your spine. “You have a really nice body, you know” he whispers some as he strokes his hand more down rubbing them over the back of your thighs now. “Jonah…” you warn as he gets his fingers a little too close to your butt. “Sorry” He chuckles some as he drifted off with his movements for a second “all done now”. You smile and after he tied your bikini again you sit up “thank you” you grin and touch his arm sending chills through his entire body.

“Guys come here as well now!” Jack yells from the water and you scrunch your nose a little while Jonah jumped already. “You go I’ll listen to some music” you turn to your bag but suddenly he just lifts you up throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal while Jonah runs into the water with you to where the others are. “Well now you are in. No excuses we are at the beach” he laughs at you. You splash him with water before diving under a moment to get your hair wet. “Let’s play?” Jack asks raising a ball he brought along with him. Everyone stands in a circle and you just pass around the ball for a while. After a while you get out of the water just laying down on the towels.

A group of six girls slowly approaches the boys giggling and whispering. “Oh my god you are Why Don’t We” one of them says squealing just quietly. “Can we please get a picture?” a tall brunette one asks and Corbyn nods “sure”. You lay down on the towel not really paying attention as all of the boys hug the girls and take pictures together. You do look up suddenly as you watch Jonah talking to a blonde one. She is tanned, taller than you, flatter stomach and her legs are well better than yours as well. You take one of your ear phones out to listen to their conversation. You normally aren’t the jealous type but with Jonah it’s something different.

“Well you are quite cute too” you hear him complimenting her back. She leans her weight on one foot making her body look even better, one hand in her hair the other one on his arm. Jonah doesn’t seem to mind. You stare at him but all he does his looking at her while she flirts. You try to calm down. He can do that, you two aren’t dating. But you would lie to yourself if you’d say it doesn’t hurt you. You liked yourself yes, but when you saw how easily other girls wrap a guy around their finger, you can’t help but feel insecure about your body. You look up again seeing how he touches her side now and you feel a bit of anger inside your stomach. After what he said yesterday night and how he acted you were sure he had feelings as well. But was he just like any other guy his age just looking for sex? You think about your ex-boyfriend Darren and the events that took place a few months ago. He broke your heart more than just once, made it hard for you to trust again. You thought Jonah is different. But you really had your doubts right now if he really is that different. You lay down on the towel closing your eyes. You can’t watch all of this anymore. For a moment you just see them hugging then your head turns the other way while listening to some music. You don’t even notice they all sit down again on their towels. Daniel touches your arm. “Hey, we wanna go grab some food. You want something as well?” he asks. You sit up taking your ear phones out “No, I don’t feel hungry. You just go.” “You sure?” he questions thinking directly something must be wrong. You normally never say no to food. “Yep. I’m sure. I just feel a bit tired. I’ll rest here” You lie laying back down. Jonah furrows his brows and grabs his phone “Hey boys I’ll call my dad quickly. I will come to the restaurant in a bit” he gets up quickly. He walks away a few metres just waiting till his bandmates got up and walked away to get food. He approaches you again. “Okay tell me what’s wrong. You already didn’t look happy when we came back here after taking pictures with the fans” he says looking at you. “Just leave me alone” is all you mumble being clearly upset. “No, I won’t before you didn’t tell me what’s the matter now” he says and grabs your arm. You quickly jerk it away “don’t touch me now” you snap a little at him making him raise his brows. You are bad at holding back your emotions. Maybe you are overreacting but you couldn’t care less in that moment. You don’t want someone to break your heart again. “You know what Jonah! Just go back to that Blondie. You looked way happier being all touchy with her. Stop telling me all those things about how beautiful I am when you’d jump into bed with the next best girl that shows some interest” you say rising your voice. He stares at you in disbelief but before he could say anything you already grabbed your stuff running to their house. You feel a tear running down your cheek but there is no way for you to walk back to that beach looking at Jonah. You need to be alone now.

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Cake By The Ocean: Two.

After a long debate over breakfast, the gang had decided that their first full day in Mykonos was going to be spent at the beach. A handful of towels and a few bottles of suncream were thrown into a bag before they made the trek from the house to the shore. The walk was just like any other group event. Jenna and Mags fought for center of attention whilst telling a story about something that happened at work. Keith was acting like an imbecile in an attempt to make the rest of the boys laugh. Mar and Ashlee were having a gossip session while Marco typed furiously on his phone.

As usual, Georgina was by herself. She didn’t mind it though. She was using the time to process the morning she had had. Something in the way Niall made love to her was different than it had been before. It felt more intimate. She felt completely connected to him. It could have been the time they spent apart or the events that took place the day before but she felt wanted — and that meant everything to her.

Before she could get too caught up in her thoughts, Georgina felt someone nudge her side. She looked up and found her best friend standing beside her with a gentle smile on her face.

“Did ya lose the vote to come see if I was alright?” Georgina asked softly.

Brittany shook her head, “Didn’t even give them the chance to offer.”

“Oh.” She laughed.

“Are you okay?” Brittany asked concerned.

“Yeah.” Georgina shrugged. “I’m good.”

“You sure? Because yesterday you seemed upset.” Brittany asked keeping her voice low.

“I decided I’m not going to let some twat ruin my vacation.” Georgina replied. Her voice was full of faux confidence. “I’ve been looking forward to this for months. Keith being Keith isn’t going to stop me from having fun.”

“Well, good. It shouldn’t.” Brittany said linking her arm with her best friend’s. Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper, “So, how was last night?”

“Fine.” Georgina shrugged.

“He’s still alive so you didn’t strangle him in his sleep. That’s a positive.” Brittany teased.

“I don’t hate him like that anymore.” Georgina laughed. “I just — I don’t know... I think he could tell something was bothering me last night.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Brittany asked.

“Well, he went out of his way to make me laugh by telling me all of these stories from tour.” Georgina said trying her hardest not to blush. She wasn’t lying. After they made out for a few hours, Niall talked nonstop about life on the road. It was one of those moments she had missed.

“Interesting.” Brittany smirked.

Georgina just sighed. “Here it comes.”

“Here what comes?” Brittany asked playing dumb.

“The annual ‘Give Niall a Chance’ speech.” Georgina said giving her friend an unapproving look.

“Babe, I just think that you two would fit so well together. I mean last night proves it. He acknowledged that you were upset and tried to find a way to make it better. And it worked.” Brittany gushed.

“Well it’s not my fault that stories about farts and drunken shenanigans make me giggle.” Georgina mumbled making Brittany laugh.

“You do know it’s okay to like him, right?” Brittany said dryly. “He’s not a bad thing. He’s never going to be a bad thing because he’s not going to hurt you. Not like the other one. He’d actually be really good for you.”

“I know. I just—I just don’t think we would work out.” Georgina said as some of her insecurities started to slip out.

Georgina loved Niall. That was something she was certain about. But there were nights when he was away that she spent worrying about their future. Did they have what it takes to make it? Would he still want her a year from now? Five years from now? Twenty? She didn’t know. She did know that he was a hot commodity and he was only going to get bigger. She just hoped that his feelings for her wouldn’t change because at this point she knew hers wouldn’t.

“Why not?” Her best friend replied.

“He’s always gone. I’m always working.” Georgina sighed. “And like you know me. You know how I am. I’m not the easiest person to be around — let alone love. I’m stubborn and too honest and insanely insecure at times. And, I don’t even know how to be in a loving relationship. How would that even work?”

Brittany was quiet. Her best friend brought up some valid points. Being in a relationship wasn’t always easy. It took hard work. But Georgina and Niall were two of the hardest working people Brittany had ever met. If they could be dedicated to their careers, she was sure they could be dedicated to each other.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek trying to find the right words to say. Talking about relationships with her best friend had always been tricky. But Georgina wasn’t that teenage girl anymore. She was a grown woman and Niall wasn’t Marcus. It would be different this time around. Brittany was sure of it.

“Babe, remember when I went on my first like proper date with David?” Brittany asked.

Georgina nodded. “Nearly threw up twice while I was curling your hair.”

“Remember when we were applying for uni and he was planning to move to London?” Brittany laughed.

Georgina nodded once more, “You cried for two days because you thought it meant he was dumping you.”

Brittany couldn’t believe how dramatic her teenage self had been. She grabbed onto her best friend's hand,“Remember when he got into that graduate program and it meant he was leaving the country?”

Georgina nodded again, “You started planning your life in America.”

“I know I haven’t always shown it but with every big change Dave and I have gone through I have been scared shitless.” Brittany admitted. “But that’s one of the great things about being in love. It’s new and exciting and life changing and with that comes a whole world of new emotions.”

Georgina opened her mouth to ask what was the point of their trip down memory lane but Brittany beat her to it.

“I know you think moving forward with Niall is terrifying. Because it is— especially after everything that cunt did.” Brittany said. “But if you were going to put yourself back out there, Niall would be the best person to do it with.”

“Why do you think that?” Georgina asked shyly.

“The kid’s been in love with ya for ages and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen.” Brittany explained. “I’m not going to say it will be easy -- especially with your schedules and his career -- but I think you could handle it. Everything would change but it would be for the better. It would be true love.”

“I don’t know if I could handle the separation long term though. Like when he was younger, he was gone for ages it felt like. What if it’s the same now?”  Georgina admitted. The past couple months apart were hard. “He’s gone for months on end. What’s the point in being an item if I never get to see him?”

“Because it’s nice to have some to go through life with.” Brittany said.

“I already have you, B.” She sighed.

Brittany nudged Georgina gently, “You know what I mean you brat. He would be good for you babe. I know you care about him and he cares about you.”

“I know.” Georgina blushed. Brittany had a point. They did care about each other a lot and that was a nice bit of reassurance. “I just don’t know. You know?”

“You don’t have to have it all figured out now. I just don’t want you to miss out on a really great opportunity. This trip could be the perfect time to test the waters, so to speak.” Brittany squeezed her hand. “We both know he’s worth it, G.”

Georgina sighed as an overwhelming feeling of guilt washed over her. She hated lying to Brittany. That was the main reason why she wanted to tell everyone. She hated having this huge secret and not being able to tell the one person who she trusted most. There had a been a few days in the past month where she was close to spilling the beans. Niall’s little Irish accent always stopped her. When the time was right, everyone would find out.

For Georgina’s sake, she hoped that time was soon.

Mar’s obnoxious laughter boomed loudly from the group in front of them. She had ditched Ashlee and was now vying for the attention of all of the men. Simultaneously, both women let out a disgusted groan.

“How am I supposed to test the waters when someone’s already peed in the pool?” Georgina mumbled as they watched Mar place a hand on Dave’s shoulder flirtatiously.

Brittany let out a frustrated groan. She was used to women flirting with Dave. Some days she even liked it. But the fact that Mar was the one doing it made her a bit agitated.

“Looks like she’s trying to pee in other people’s pools too.” Georgina mumbled as she watched Dave slip out of the American woman’s grasp. “What are we going to do?”

“I promised David I wouldn’t get myself arrested this trip.” Brittany sighed.

“I’ll take one for the team.” Georgina joked.

“Dave and I promised your mother you wouldn’t get arrested either.” Brittany said. “So did Niall.”

“What the fuck?” Georgina asked confused.

“Oh yeah um we’re all in a group chat.” Brittany explained. “Your mum created it.”

“That bitch.” Georgina mumbled. “What for?”

“Don’t know for sure but she worries about you.” Brittany shrugged.

Georgina shook her head, “You four are the worst.”

“Only because we love you.” Brittany smiled as the entrance to the beach came into view.

The two women caught up with the rest of the group. A conversation about their trip to the Griffith Observatory the month before had begun. Jenna was convinced she saw Hugh Jackman there with his wife. No one believed her. Not really interested in contributing to the group’s argument, Georgina decided to continue her conversation with her best friend.

“Do you like chat with my mum every day?” She asked squeezing Brittany’s hand.

“No, not every day.” Brittany explained. “Just every now and then.”

“I talk to her every day.” An Irish accent rang out from beside her.

Georgina turned to her left in shock, “What?”

“Lydia loves me.” Niall smiled cheekily.

Georgina narrowed her eyes at him. She could tell by that smile he was hiding something from her. There was no way that he spoke to her mother more than he spoke to her. That would be ridiculous.

“Your mum does sort of love him.” Brittany laughed.

“I know. She thinks they are best mates.” Georgina said unamused.

“Face it Ferg, I’m just that great of a person that everyone loves me instantly.” Niall said smugly.

“Oh hey Ni, I think Mar was looking for you.” She smirked. “Said something about wanting another round with you?”

His features fell immediately as a fake glare took form. “Fuck you.”

Georgina stuck her tongue out at the boy causing his cheeks to turn rosy.

“Niall Horan, if she keeps this up, let me know.” Brittany said nudging Fergie. “I know all the embarrassing stories and I’m not afraid to box her ears.”

Georgina’s head whipped towards the woman beside her. “Hey! That’s rude.”

“Don’t pick on my baby then.” Brittany replied playfully.

Georgina turned back to Niall but was met by a childish tongue sticking out at her.

“You’re a brat.” She mumbled softly making him smile.

“She snore last night, Ni?” Brittany asked leaning in front of her best friend.

“Not too bad.” Niall teased. “Dave’s got her beat by a few decibels.”

“You both are dead to me.” Georgina said dryly. “I need to find new best friends.”

Niall and Brittany laughed as they watched Georgina dramatically walk away from them.

“So how’d last night go?” Brittany asked the boy beside her.

“Uh better than I thought after the welcome I received.” Niall admitted.

“Don’t let her attitude fool you, she’s absolutely smitten.” Brittany said bluntly.

“How can you tell?” He asked running a hand through his hair.

“She’s thinking about the future.” She explained.

Niall kept his eyes on the woman he loved, “Really?”

“Yeah already thinking about relationships and how things wouldn’t work out.” Brittany said. “But don’t think that way. You two could make it. I just know you could.”

“Why-Why does she think we wouldn’t?” He asked nervously.

“Your schedules. She doesn’t know if she can handle you being gone.” The blonde said. “But like we’ve done it before and she’s been fine. She’s just psyching herself out before it even happens. Typical Fergie.”

“Oh.” Niall said. He tucked that information away for later. He knew he needed to have a talk with her.

Brittany placed her hand on his arm, “Don’t let her insecurities win. You two would be great.”

“First, Davey. Now, you.” Niall said softly. “Thought you two weren’t going to meddle.”

The young woman threw her hands up in defense, “Not meddling just helpful guiding.”

“Helpful guiding.” Niall laughed. “So that’s what it is.”

Brittany wanted to defend herself but she couldn’t. Her eyes were focused on the curvaceous blonde woman making her way back to them. The look on her face was absolutely priceless.

“Can we go back to the house and just hang out instead of being here?” Georgina asked visibly annoyed.

“What? Why?” Brittany asked looking a bit worried.

“Mar just fucking asked Margaret if any of the lads were free to shag and if any of them would be keen to have some ‘fun on the beach’.” Georgina said in shock. “I just can’t even. I had to leave. I couldn’t watch Mags tear her apart.”

“Fucking hell.” Brittany laughed.

“I know so can the three of us go back and save ourselves from this mess? It’s too early for this.” Fergie sighed linking her arms with her two friends.

“What about David?” Brittany asked.

“He can fend for himself. He’s an engineer. He can engineer his way out of this situation. She hasn’t made her way to us yet. We still have a chance.” She said making the other two laugh.

“I’m fine with leaving.” Niall smiled shyly. “Up to you girls.”

Georgina started to giggle, “Oh my days, Britt! We can trick Davey into thinking his dream is coming true. He’d be pissed.”

“His dream?” Niall asked looking between the two women.

“Had a dream a few weeks ago that the three of us had a threesome and he wasn’t invited.” Brittany explained making Georgina laugh even more.

“He was a fucking nightmare for like three days because of it.” She added.

Niall’s entire body grew warm. “Well that--that’s um--”

“Fuck! Here she comes.” Georgina mumbled as she watched Mar walk towards them.

“This isn’t happening.” Brittany groaned before peeling herself away from Georgina’s side. “You two owe me huge for this.”

Without another word, Brittany was off. She quickly intercepted the attention-seeking American allowing her best friends to have some alone time. Georgina was grateful for it.

“Dave really thought I’d have a threesome with just you two?” Niall asked surprised.

Georgina shrugged as they made their way towards the area of beach the group had claimed. “I guess.”

“Britt’s not really my type.” Niall mumbled not understanding his best friend’s dream.

“We know. Short brunettes are.” She replied dryly.

“Hey!” He nudged her. “I thought we--”

“I’m just kidding.” She smiled. “I know she means nothing.”

“Good.” He said. “You feelin’ okay? Looked a bit wobbly at breakfast.”

Georgina rolled eyes and started to walk away from him. A smirk had formed on his face.

“Fergie!” Niall giggled as he tried to catch up.

The tired Brit spun around quickly, running right into his chest. “You’re a little shit.”

“What?” He grinned happily. “Why?”

“You. Know. Why.” She whisper shouted at him. “Niall Horan, you know.”

He took a hold of her hand. “I have been dreaming of doing that for the past month and a half.”

“I could tell.” She smirked. “And, I’m glad you had your fun.”

She leaned in closer, “But just know, if we are having a round two later tonight, I’m in charge.”

“Fuck,” He breathed out feeling his trunks get a little tighter. “Really?”

Georgina smirked before walking away from him.

“Fergie!” He called out as he walked after her. The blonde haired woman turned around slowly. She shot a flirtatious wink in his direction, which made his body grow warm.

As she turned around, he shook his head. He was smitten too. Completely and irrevocably smitten.

Niall knew they needed to tell someone soon. His feelings were too strong and he needed to share them with someone who wasn’t his girlfriend. He needed to share them with someone who wasn’t his mother. He needed his best friend.

He was worried though. He was worried things would  end as soon as the world found out. He wasn’t ready for that just yet.

He knew he was being selfish. But if it meant another day alone with the woman he loved, he didn’t care.

When he finally made his way to their beach camp, the girls were getting  ready to sunbathe. Georgina stood with her hands on her hips as she talked to David. Niall didn’t know why but he was immediately turned on.

“I get that you tan easily but you still need to put suncream on.” Georgina said sounding like his mother.

“I don’t need any Georgie.” Dave sighed. “I’m good.”

“Okay you remember that when you want to shag Britt tonight but can’t because you’re too burned.” Georgina mumbled.

Dave wanted to object but knew she was right. “You present a valid argument, kid. Pass me some sun cream, yeah?”

“You can use some of mine Davey!” Mar said in a sickly sweet tone as she oiled up her arm.

“What’s the protection level?” Dave asked.

“Eight.” Ash replied looking at the bottle in her friend’s hand.

“Sorry Mar, I’m trying to get laid tonight need something stronger than that.” Dave said making a few of the boys laugh. “Which one of you pasty fucks has the SPF 50?”

Georgina giggled to herself as Jenna threw a bottle towards him. He quickly inspected it making sure it was what he needed.

“Georgie, would you do me the honor?” He asked handing over the bottle.

Georgina grabbed the bottle and started covering her friend’s body. Dave started rattling off some fun facts about ultraviolet rays proving he was too smart for his own good.  

“Can you get me next, Ferg?” Niall asked making his presence known.

“Uh, yeah.” She said glancing over at him.

“Thanks.” He said slipping off his shirt.

“Niall Horan, put some clothes on.” Mags teased as she walked by with her beach towel.

“He’s a model now. He doesn’t have to.” Jamie said causing the Irish boy to blush.

“Alright Horan, your turn.” Dave said as he walked over to where Jamie had been waiting.

“You have to let it dry a little bit or it won’t work David.” Georgina called after him.

“And I have to wait twenty minutes after I eat to swim,” Dave said in a mocking tone. “I know, Mum.”

Georgina rolled her eyes as Niall laughed. She smacked his head playfully as he moved in front of her.

“I could have done that for you, Ni.” Mar said catching everyone’s attention.

The American woman was slowly rubbing tanning oil across her nearly exposed chest. It was a deliberate attempt to seduce Niall and Georgina wasn’t having it. Before she reacted, Niall stepped in.

“No, thanks. Ferg’s got it covered.” He replied politely.

Georgina pressed against him before whispering in his ear, “If you get a boner because of her, I swear to God Ni, I will kill you with my bare hands.”

Niall laughed at the tone of her voice, “Okay dear.”

“Thank you.” She said squeezing a glob of lotion on her hand.

Niall turned around quickly, “What if I get one because of you?”

Georgina looked at him confused. He directed her towards the growing member in his swim trunks. Her eyes grew wide as she stepped closer to him.

“But I didn’t do anything.” She whispered.

He cleared his throat as his entire body grew warm. “I uh kinda really like when you’re bossy.”

“What?” She mouthed not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

“It’s really hot.” He shrugged shyly.

“Babe.” Georgina sighed to herself.

Niall placed his hands on his hips drawing more attention to the erection starting to form. Georgina slyly looked at it once more. She couldn’t believe she was the reason for it.

“You gotta tuck it in or something.” She said feeling embarrassed for him.

“I don’t have a belt on.” He whispered back. “So I can’t.”

“Think of something else.” She said. “Puppies. Plants. Pita bread. Anything.”

“I’m tryin’ — believe me.” He mumbled.

“Everything alright over there?” Dave asked.

“Fan-fucking-tastic mate!” Niall replied dryly.

“Hurry up, we want to check out the waves.” Jamie called out.

“Everyone is staring. Let’s just get this over with.” Georgina said feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

“I don’t know if you can touch me.” He whispered.

She shut her eyes and sighed, “Fuck Niall.”

“Yeah that is definitely not helping.” Niall blushed.

“Tell me a plant fact.” She said thinking on her feet.

“What?” He asked as she rubbed her hands together.

“Give me a plant fact. First one that pops in your head blurt it out.” Georgina said cautiously placing a hand on his chest.

His body tensed up. The last time her hands were touching his chest he was buried deep inside her. A flashback from the early morning filled his brain. This was not what he needed right now. He didn’t need to be picturing her finger raking down his back while he plowed into her.

“Horan. Plant fact.” Georgina called out snapping him out of his sexy daydream.

“Uh, the ancient Egyptians used lupine, jasmine, and rice bran to protect their skin from the sun.” He said quickly.

“Oh yeah?” She asked impressed.

“Uh huh. The ancient Greeks used olive oil.” He said as her hands rubbed the white cream into his skin. “But it didn’t do anything besides make their skin soft.”

“More.” She said moving down his chest.

“I’m sure you already know this but um in Greek mythology the anemone coronaria was created by Aphrodite from the blood of Adonis — that’s why it’s red.” Niall said with a smile. He had read up on flora and fauna found in Greece while he waited for his flight at the airport. “They were lovers so the flowers became sacred to her.”

Georgina stopped what she was doing. “Really? I didn’t actually know that. They are really pretty flowers.”

“Oh before I forget, I’ve been thinking about getting a few fig trees for my backyard. I mean I don’t really like figs all that much but the leaves — have you see the leaves on those motherfuckers? They’re gorgeous!” He exclaimed as she lathered his stomach in sunscreen. “I think they’d be a nice addition.”

“Are they safe for dogs?” She asked stepping back to make sure his front was covered.

“Dunno but I can find out.” He said.

Georgina looked at the boy’s crotch. All signs of swelling had gone down. She walked around him and started to cover up his freckled back.

“I saw that there was a cool greenhouse in the outskirts of town.” Georgina said. “Maybe we could check it out if we have free time.”

“I saw that too.” Niall smiled. “It’s pretty cheap.”

“And it has an entire room dedicated to bougainvilleas.”  She said excited. “Might be a nice photo spot.”

“Did you miss the massive wall in the backyard?” He laughed. “You get the sea in it and it’s the perfect selfie.”

“Honestly, I don’t want to be made fun of for taking pictures in front of it.” She explained.

“How about when we get back we have a photoshoot while everyone is getting ready for dinner?” Niall suggested.

Before she could reply, Keith appeared with a skeptical look on his face. “Oi, what’s goin’ on here?”

“Do you want to hear him complain about being sunburned?” Georgina asked.

Keith just nodded. “True. You think you can do me next, Ferg?”

“Yeah..” She said with a fake smile.

“It’s nice to see you survived the night, Horan.” Keith winked playfully.

“Could say the same to you.” Niall joked making Georgina smile.

“If I was gonna kill ya, I wouldn’t do it on me first night in paradise, you melts.” Georgina replied.

“I think we should get through the trip without murdering anyone.” Keith said.

“Then you shouldn’t act like the biggest twat on the planet.” Georgina mumbled.

Niall chuckled to himself. “Be nice.”

“She is.” Keith said running a hand through his hair. “I can be a twat.”

Georgina moved around to cover Niall’s face. “At least he can admit it. Close your eyes.”

“Don’t know what I was thinking.” Keith admitted slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it.” Niall said as Georgina rubbed in the last bit of sunscreen. “Let’s just have fun.”

“Let me know if you need to reapply later.” Georgina said before walking over to Keith. “Alright, get your kit off Miller.”

Keith slipped out of his shirt and took Niall’s spot in front of her. Niall lingered briefly before walking over to where the other guys were waiting. He didn’t know how Georgina was going to react to being alone with Keith. She had seemed fine during breakfast but after the stunt Mar was trying to pull Niall didn’t know how short his girlfriend’s fuse had become.

“Fifty quid she murders him before dinner.” Jamie said as he watched Georgina slather lotion on Keith’s pasty body.

“Ehh, dunno about that. She flat out said she wouldn’t do it on her first day here.” Niall laughed.

“She seems fine.” David shrugged. “Already gave him a tongue lashing yesterday.”

“The lad deserved it.” Jamie shook his head. “Heard an earful from Maggie about it.”

“Same here.” Dave said. “Those girls are way too overprotective of her.”

“I mean they have every right to be after everything’s that happened.” Niall said.

“How’d last night go, Ni?” Jamie asked as he glanced over at the Irishman.

“Good actually. Spent some time catching up then went to sleep.” Niall said crossing  his arms over his chest. “She vented about sharing a room but I think she’s fine with it now.”

“She ask about Mar?” Dave asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Unfortunately.” Niall sighed. “But I just explained things. I can’t really read how she took it.”

He had gotten good at reading between the lines when it came to Georgina. But this whole Marlene situation was new for him. She acted like she wasn’t hurt by it but deep down he knew she was. No amount of sex or sweet talk could cover up the way she was feeling. He knew that much.

“I’m sure it’ll take a few days for her to process everything but she’ll get over it.” Dave said placing a hand on Niall’s shoulder. “Don’t worry too much about it. She’s good.”

“What’s up with Ferg? She seems extra happy lately.” Jamie pointed out. “Not that it’s a bad thing. It’s just different.”

Dave squeezed Niall’s shoulder. The Irishman looked over his friend not knowing how to respond to Jamie’s question. This was the perfect moment to bring up their relationship. It was just him and his two best friends. He knew they could keep it a secret for a bit before they figured out how to tell everyone else. The pressure of keeping it to himself would finally be lifted and that would make things better for the both of them. But as Niall attempted to get the words out, they got caught in his throat.

“Uh well she got a really big promotion at work and I think that’s changed her outlook on life a bit. Doesn’t have to stress as much as she used to.” Dave stepped in. “She’s like a supervisor now.”

“Oh wow. Good for her.” Jamie said. “I’d be happy too if I got one of them.”

“She more than deserves it.” Niall said as his attention was drawn to the woman he loved.

Georgina Ferguson really was a fantastic human being and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

“So Ni, when ya gonna make your move?” Jamie asked.

“Hmm?” Niall asked looking about over at his friend.

Jamie nodded towards Fergie. “When ya gonna ask her out?”

Niall could feel his face grow warm. “Oh um I-I-I don’t know.”

“You’ve been into her for ages.” Jamie said. “I think it’s about time you did something about it.”

Niall could feel the rest of his body start to heat up. He didn’t understand what was making him so nervous. He usually talked about his love life with the boys and never got this reaction. He convinced himself that it was just the Mediterranean sun reacting poorly with his body and not the fact he was hiding a major secret from them. He finally realized this was going to be a lot more difficult than he anticipated.

“I don’t know if it’s a matter of when but a matter of if she’ll say yes.” Dave said trying to help Niall out.

“Yeah, that’s true.” Jamie said. “But I mean she seems keen.”

“More than keen. You see her caressing those guns of his?” Dave teased.

Niall rolled his eyes as he noticed Keith heading in their direction.

“Maybe after we go out tonight things will change.” Jamie said. “You know how they are when they’re drunk.”

“Plants this and flowers that.” Dave joked as Keith stood before them.

“Y’alright Miller?” Niall asked confused by the look on the young man’s face.

“She ream ya?” Jamie asked.

“No. She was nice.” Keith said in disbelief. “Accepted my apology and was really decent.”

“Well she’s not a monster you know. She’s actually a great girl.” Dave said sticking up for Fergie.

“I know that. I just figured she’d still be pissed at me.” Keith explained.

“Oh I’m sure she is but she’s probably just trying to make the best of the situation.” Dave said.

“You’re probably right.” Keith said. “Um the girls wanted me to make sure ya emptied your pockets.”

“Oh fuck.” Dave said grabbing his wallet and phone through his swimsuit.

Niall pulled out his wallet and phone realizing he hadn’t slipped them into Fergie’s bag when he had the chance. He walked over and grabbed Dave’s stuff from him. “Gonna give it all to Britt.”

“You sure you want to go over there mate?” Dave asked worried.

Niall didn’t understand what he meant. Dave just nodded towards the girls causing Niall to look over his shoulder. The dress Georgina had been wearing as a cover-up was now folded down beneath her breasts while she applied sun cream to her arms. The cut of her bathing suit top was accentuating some of her best assets. Her chest looked like an absolute treat. If they were alone, he’d take her back to their room to have his way with her.

He cleared his throat. She really was trying to kill him. “If I’m quick, I’ll be fine.”

“I can do it.” Dave said in a low tone. “You know just in case -- somethin’ pops up.”

“Hey! I’ve got some self control, David.” Niall glared playfully.

“Sure you do.” Dave smirked.

“Oh fuck off.” Niall rolled his eyes as he started to make his way back to where the girls were waiting.

He kept his head down. He figured if he didn’t look at his girlfriend then he wouldn’t have the chance to come undone. His friends had other plans. When he started to place their things in Brittany’s bag, Dave called Niall’s name forcing him to look up. As fate would have it, Georgina stepping out of her dress at the same exact moment.. His eyes were immediately drawn to the red colored thong bent over in his face.

Georgina’s body was a work of art. He only wished he could admire it without sending his friends into a frenzy. He looked down to find a very obvious erection had took form.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Niall mumbled as he stood up.

“C’mon Horan.” Jamie called out sending Dave into a fit of laughter. They did it on purpose.

“Dicks.” He said trying to readjust himself but his sudden movement caught the attention of one person.

“Y’alright Ni?” Jenna smirked.

Mags slid her sunnies down her nose before looking over at him. “Oh wow.”

“Fuck all of you.” He said embarrassed.

Georgina stood up and looked confused, “What?”

Her eyes met her boyfriend’s face. He wanted to die of embarrassment. She didn’t need to look down to know what was going on. She mouthed an apology. Niall shook his head before slowly turning around and walking away. He didn’t stop at the laughing group of men he called friends. He headed straight for the water. He needed a few minutes to himself.

“Poor boy.” Mags giggled throwing her hair into a pony.

“That was like Aruba but worse.” Jenna said laying down on her towel.

Georgina shook her head. Of all times for her boyfriend to get a hard-on, it had to be when every single one of their friends was watching. She wanted to make sure he was okay but she knew she couldn’t. Instead, she slipped on her sunnies and laid down on her towel. Maggie went into an embarrassing story about Jamie and an unfortunate boner during her graduation from university.

“Georgie!” Brittany mumbled lowly -- not wanting to draw attention to herself.

Georgina turned towards her best friend confused by the secrecy.

“You still think he doesn’t have feelings for ya?” Brittany asked nodding towards Niall.

“I uh plead the fifth on that one, Ms. Fletcher.” Georgina said trying her best not to smile.

Brittany bit back a laugh. “Mhmm. That’s what I thought.”

The rest of the day was spent soaking up the rays of the sun and enjoying each other’s company. As the colors of the sky began to change, the gang decided it was time to head back to the house to get ready for their night out on the town. Pizza was eaten before everyone headed back to their rooms to get ready.

“Ferg!” Niall called out from on top of their makeshift queen-sized bed.

“Yeah?” She replied doing the finishing touches on her hair. “Can you press one of me shirts? I’m too tired to do it.” He said sounding like he had just woken up. Georgina stepped out of the bathroom to find her boyfriend sprawled out on top of their bed. His shirt was gone and his hands were resting over his slightly sunburned face. “I think I’ve got sun poisoning.” He mumbled through his hands as she made her way towards him. “No you don’t. You’ve been going nonstop for the past four months and now you’ve finally caught a break so sleep is catching up with you.” She explained. “Maybe.” He yawned. The young woman slowly crawled on top of his lap. His hands left his face and made their way towards their home on her hips. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she looked down at him. Georgina didn’t think she was ever going to get over how gorgeous he was. “What shirt do you want to wear?” She asked. “I don’t know yet.” He shrugged. “We can FaceTime Ellie and get her opinion if ya like.” She teased.  “Clearly you can’t go a couple days without being told what to do.” Niall tilted his head to the side, “You’re on some sort of power kick, aren’t ya?” Georgina just patted his chest playfully, letting him get away with it. She started to picture the clothes he said he was bringing trying to see if she could pick something for him to wear. “Can I get a kiss?” He asked softly. “Hmm?” She asked confused. Niall puckered his lips at her. Without hesitation, Georgina bent down and pecked them gently. “Now back to your outfit—“ she started to say before the boy beneath her asked for another kiss. Georgina happily obliged but this time it was different. This time his hands left her hips and made their way to the back of her head. His tongue slid into her mouth catching her by surprise. Two could play at that game. Georgina tucked his lower lip between her teeth and tugged. A soft moan escaped from her boyfriend’s mouth sending a tingling sensation throughout her body. When she released him from her grasp, he pulled away completely. “What the fuck! You didn’t even do anything and I’m already hard.” He admitted shyly. “Must’ve missed you more than I thought.” “Niall Horan.” She smiled. “Did you know you’re my best friend?” “I think Brittany would beg to differ.” He laughed nervously as she placed a string of warm kissess along his jawline. He didn’t know where this was headed. “Well yeah, I mean she’s my best friend but you...” She mumbled into his neck. “You’re you.” “And that makes me different?” He said confused.

Georgina sighed, “Yes Ni. Means you’re better.”

“Why’s that?” He asked.

The blonde sat up resting her hands on his chest. With a slight shrug, she tried to explain. “You just get me. There’s no more bull shit anymore. You call me out when I need it. You make me laugh. You let me sulk for a bit when I need to and then try to fix it. I don’t know. I’m just happy to know you.”

His slightly sunburnt cheeks turned a bit rosier.

“And like you being away was hard but it made me realize just how much I love you.” She admitted.

Niall didn’t respond. He just smiled. This time last year he was still trying to get the woman on top of him to talk to him for more than five minutes. Now she was in love with him. Life was funny like that.

Georgina leaned forward and pecked his lips. “Close your eyes and relax.”

He tugged his eyebrows together, “Hmm?”

“Do as I say Horan.” She smirked before sinking her teeth into the side of his neck. “Or there will be consequences.”

“Fuck!” He yelped. “Ya tryin to kill me, Ferg?”

“I warned you at the beach.” She giggled before placing a few wet kisses across the spot she had bit. “I’m in charge right now.”

Niall’s eyes went wide — completely awestruck by her confidence.

“I know right?” She laughed. “Now, close your eyes and relax.”

Niall did as he was told. He shut his eyes and let his girlfriend tend to him.

That’s exactly what Georgina did. The topless man beneath her had no idea what she had in store and that’s how she liked it. It had been too long since she was able to appreciate every inch of him and she was going to do her best to achieve that. To start, her lips connected the dots between the moles on his skin. They were some of her favorite things about him.

She lifted herself up trying to figure out how to get his pants undone without him freaking out. She knew he didn’t want to get caught but she also knew he wouldn’t stop her if she tried. By the time the young woman’s feet landed on the floor, she had a plan in place.

Goosebumps started to form across his chest as she made her way towards his navel. Her hands headed for his belt while her lips left little marks of love across his pale flesh.

“Babe, we’re supposed to be getting ready.” He said frustrated by the ache starting to grow in his jeans.

She stood up and gave him a pointed look. He didn’t know what it meant.

“Princess Jenna hasn’t even showered yet.” Georgina explained. “We have time.” “Really?” He asked as her hand made its way back to his belt. “Yes, really.” She smiled starting to unfasten it. “But what if they—“ Niall asked as she unbuttoned his jeans in one swift movement.

Georgina knelt down and looked up at him. Her eyes filled with a fire he had missed desperately.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet. Can you do that for me, baby?” She whispered — the sultry tone of her voice did things to him that he couldn’t quite explain.

Niall had never seen her so confident. She usually gave up control when they were together. To see her in charge just made the ache he had for her even stronger.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” She giggled. “Let’s get these off, yeah?”

He quickly wiggled out of his jeans and laid back down.

“Looks like third time’s the charm today.” Georgina said as she took hold of the waistband of his boxer briefs. He knew exactly what she was referring to.

Niall let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m never gonna live that down.”

“I’m sure the girls have already forgotten.” She said trying to make him feel better about his hard time at the beach earlier in the day.

“Yeah, right.” He replied dryly.

Georgina rolled his eyes. He was too hard on himself. No one really cared that he got an erection. And if they did, they would only bring up when he wasn’t around.

Knowing she couldn’t convince him, she decided continue to try to take his mind off things. She pulled his boxers below his hips allowing his hardened member to spring free.

“Promise you’ll be quiet?” She asked scooting closer to his body.

Niall propped himself up on his elbows. “I’ll try my best, love.”

With a nod, she reached out towards him. The moment her hand touched his skin electricity shot through his body. He hadn’t realized how much he missed her touch.

Georgina rested her hand at the base as she moved her hair out of her way. She leaned down, placing sweet kisses along his length. When she got to the tip, all it took was a swipe of her tongue to cause a satisfied moan to slip out of his mouth. The look of love on his face was all she needed to continue.

Niall watched on in a passion-filled haze as she took  him into her mouth slowly.  He didn’t know what he had done to deserve this kind of treatment but he wasn’t going to turn it down.

He had dreamt of this moment plenty of times while he was away.

The dream was always the same. His fingers were tangled in her hair as she took him to heaven only using her mouth. In the backseat of his car. At her desk in the office. Her laundry room. His theater. Both showers. Her baby blue eyes always stayed locked on his. He’d thrust deeper as his climax loomed. But just before he was able to finish, he’d wake up. Rock hard and alone.

Cold showers and nights alone in hotel gyms had attempted to fill the void those dreams created. But nothing worked.

He knew the only thing that would cure him was her. From the moment he touched down in Greece, he wanted nothing more than to spend twenty-four hours cashing in on all the loving he had been deprived of while he was gone. He knew that wouldn’t be possible but he was going to make damn sure to make the most of it if the opportunity came.

And he did.

Earlier that morning, he made her cum four times. He wasn’t even concerned about himself. He needed her to know how much he had missed her. He needed to hear her voice moaning his name. He needed to watch her eyes flutter close when he hit the right spot. He needed to feel her tighten around him as she rode out her high.  He needed her to know that he had been craving her.

From the care she was taking, he had a feeling she was craving him too.

It wasn’t long before his hand gripped the back of her head and her name -- her real name -- fell from his lips. She had never been more turned on than she was hearing his voice, thick with lust, using her real name. He knew exactly how to drive her crazy.

Even if she doubted it, Georgina was fully capable of doing the same. Niall found the performance she was putting on otherworldly. His teeth dug into his lip as he tried to muffled his moans. His body started to grow warm as an overwhelming sensation took over him. She knew he was close. He lifted his hips off the mattress trying to reach that special spot at the back of her throat. When he found it, she knew it was game over. He found it a few more times. Growing more desperate with each thrust, Niall locked eyes with her.

Before he could even get the words out, Georgina moved. She knew what he wanted. She opened her mouth ready to taste him. He pumped his hand up and down his length three times before shooting his warm load into her mouth. He watched on in amazed as she swallowed every last drop.

“Fucking Christ, Georgina.” Niall gasped trying to catch his breath.

Georgina smirked before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She pushed herself off the floor and headed for the bathroom.

“That was just — wow.” Niall sighed collapsing back onto the bed.

“I’m glad you think so.” She said searching for some mouthwash. “So um I’ve thought about it and I think you should wear the dark blue shirt with the white squiggles on it.”

“Glad to know you were preoccupied.” He said forcing an eye roll to take place.

“Here twat — clean up whatever I missed.” She said chucking a towel at him.

“Thanks.” He said taking the towel and doing a once over on himself.

“Do you want me to keep your passport in my purse?” She asked before pouring a capful of mouthwash into her mouth.

“Um I was going to offer to carry your stuff.” He said slipping himself back into his boxers before pulling his jeans back up.

Georgina was silent. She swished the minty liquid around her mouth. That was against protocol. Since they had started dating, going out as a group was always a tricky situation. They had to be on their best behavior until everyone was drunk enough to not pay attention to them. Once everyone was drunk, they could relax. Before that, looks couldn’t linger, hands couldn’t brush, and Niall’s pockets couldn’t be filled with her belongings. They couldn’t do anything that would draw attention to themselves.

“Ferg?” He asked worried about her silence.

She quickly spat into the sink before examining her face. If she wasn’t careful, her friends would know what she had been up to. She didn’t know how she did it but Mags could always tell when a blow job was given.

“You’re gonna carry my phone and my wallet and my passport? Won’t that be suspicious?” She asked examining her hair in the mirror.

“We can put your cards in my wallet and I’ll put it with our passports.” Niall said getting up from his spot on the bed. He walked over and leaned against the door frame. “Is that okay?”

Georgina plugged her curling iron back in. “The girls will say something. I can carry your stuff in my bag later on if you want?”

“You birds literally make no sense whatsoever.” He shook his head. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

“Good.” She winked. “Let me touch up my hair and then I’ll iron your shirt. Did you bring an iron?”

“No but El let me take the steamer thing.” He yawned.

“Do you want me to use that?” She asked.

“If you can’t find an iron here then yeah.” He scratched a patch of hair on his chest. “I can do it if you want to finish getting ready.”

“S’fine...just need to redo a few pieces.” Georgina said lifting up a small section of her hair. “You didn’t do too much damage, Horan.”

Niall crossed his arms over his chest smugly, “Not yet at least.”

Heat rushed to the young woman’s cheeks as she looked at her boyfriend in the mirror. He was going to be the death of her.

“No snarky comeback?” He teased.

Georgina just stuck her tongue out.

“I’m gonna go look for an iron.” He said. “So you can finish up.”

“You can’t!” Georgina declared.

His brow furrowed confused by her response, “Why?”

“Well,” She said wrapping a section of hair around the wand of her curling iron. “If I’m being honest, ya look like ya just got sucked off, Horan.”

Niall studied his appearance in the mirror. He was a bit sweaty. His skin was a few shades rosier than it has been the night before. But he knew that was because of the sun and not the fact his girlfriend just had his cock in her mouth. Other than that, he didn’t see much of a difference.

“I think I look fine, Ferg.” He shrugged.

“You’re glowing.” She explained. “They’ll know.”

“N-No they won’t.” He stuttered shyly. “I can pretend to be normal.”

“Davey will know.” Fergie said knowing her best friend. “Trust me. Let me curl two more pieces and then I’ll go look for it. Okay?”

“Fine.” Niall sighed dramatically. “I’ll go try to stop glowing.”

The Irishman turned on his heel and made his way for their bed. He tucked his arms beneath his head and closed his eyes.

“Me? Glowin’?” Niall scoffed. “Now that’s some Disney shit, innit?”

“Stop making me laugh.” She said nearly burning herself.

“Men don’t glow, Georgina.” He clarified.

“What do they do then?” Fergie called out as she touched up one more section of hair.

“I don’t know but when I do know,  I’ll get back to ya.” He yawned. “Think I got time for a power nap, pet?”

Georgina spritzed some hair spray on her freshly curled locks before stepping out of the bathroom. “I’ll go check to see where Jenna’s at in her process.”

“Can you bring me food too? I need food.” He said.

“Yeah. Anything else, Your Highness?” She teased walking toward the door.

“A kiss but that can wait until you get back.” He said making her blush.

“Talk about Disney shit.” She said before she walked out.

Niall’s infamous laugh could be heard as she walked down the hallway. Sharing a room with him wasn’t half bad.

—

Ten minutes later, Georgina was back in their room attempting to get the wrinkles out of her boyfriend’s shirt. Niall was deep into a story about the time he taught his bandmates how to use the steamer and nearly went to the emergency room. Her stomach was starting to hurt from laughing so much.

“Next time you see J Bird ask him about it.” Niall said as he watched her study the piece of fabric closely.

Georgina took his shirt off the hanger and walked over to him. He scooted to the edge of the bed and stuck out his arms for her to dress him.

“I don’t get paid for that Horan.” She said with a playful look on her face.

Niall laughed, “Was worth a shot.”

Georgina shook her head. He was such an idiot sometimes. Niall grabbed the shirt from her hands and slipped it on. While his fingers quickly did up the buttons, she turned towards her suitcase to grab something.

“Hey! Where ya goin’?” Niall asked grabbing onto her hips.

“Need to get my bag ready.” She said turning back towards him.

He pulled her closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. The skintight dress she was wearing accentuated some of his favorite curves. He had wanted to touch them as soon as she slipped it on.

“Just give me a few minutes then you can do that.” Niall said — his tone different than it had been earlier in the night.

“Okay.” She said resting her arms on his shoulders. Her fingers started to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You know you didn’t need to do that earlier.” He said gently.

Georgina looked him in the eyes. The shy boy she had always had a crush on was starting to come out. “I know.”

“So why did you?” He asked trying not to blush. He still never understood why someone like her would ever want to be someone as average as him.

“Because Niall Horan, I love you and you deserve to know it.” She smiled. “You have loved on me all day. I just wanted to return the favor.”

“Oh.” He smiled. “Well thank you. I really enjoyed it.”

Georgina didn’t say anything. She just leaned down and pressed her lips against his. The corners of his mouth turned up as he pulled her in between his legs. She pulled away making him groan.

She reached out and cupped his cheeks, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said with a peck.

Georgina smiled before going in for one more kiss.

What she didn’t know was that kiss was going to change everything.

It started out fine. She slid her tongue into his mouth while he playfully grabbed a handful of her bum. Just as she was about to take things a bit further, the door of their bedroom swung open and the very distinct voice of her oldest friend bellowed from the doorway.

“Hey gu— holy shit.” Davey started to say before being stunned into silence.

Georgina froze. She didn’t know what to do. She felt Niall’s hands fall from her butt as he pulled away slowly. A deep rooted sigh fell from his lips as a very colorful word was whispered under his breath.

They had been caught.

She knew she had two options. She could either keep her eyes on her boyfriend and hope David would disappear or she could face the issue head on.

She chose the latter. With every ounce of courage she could muster up, Georgina Ferguson turned towards the door. Standing with a smug look on his face was the boy who taught her how to tie her shoes when she was just a small child. The look in his eye let her know that she was never going to hear the end of this.

“I just wanted to inform you that the cabs will be here in about ten minutes.” Dave smirked.

Georgina opened her mouth to explain but didn’t know what to say. She looked over at Niall for help but he looked just as dumbfounded.

“Just wanted to give ya a heads up. We are only waiting on Jens.” Dave said stepping slowly towards the door.

He didn’t give them the opportunity to reply. He just sent a wink in their direction before disappearing into the hallway.

Georgina turned to look at Niall. The look in his eyes said it all.

They were fucked.

[joontier]

Something Fishy

김태형 and 박지민 Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin 

PART 1

-- Fandom: BTS

-- Pairing: vmin; taehyung x jimin

-- Genre: merman! au; incoming humor

-- Word count: 1.1k

-- Summary: There’s something really fishy about that kid, Park Jimin. 

-- Note: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING MXM AHH IM SO EXCITED HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELIES~

MASTERLIST

Taehyung loved the water.

He loved everything that was related to it. Heck, he’d kill to have gills and a ton-heavy tail and live underwater. When he was seven he’d begged his parents to take him to swimming lessons, all of which he religiously attended. The little boy even slept in his rash guard so he could wake up early and drag his parents out of bed just so they could drive him to his daily lessons.

At age twelve, he became the school’s ace varsity swimmer – swooping trophies and medals right and left, but it never became a source of happiness for the rookie athlete. He enjoyed swimming, yes, but not in Olympic-sized pools during competitions. He wanted to explore – see the hidden beauty of the depths of the ocean, study all kinds of marine life, live by the beach, the list was endless.

So when he turned twenty he was determined to get a degree in marine biology, acing the entrance exams and getting accepted to one of the most prestigious universities in Korea. With soaring grades, active participation in student organizations, and obtaining an athletic scholarship, Taehyung was at the top of his game.

Until this boy Jimin came around.

There were rumors that Jimin was waitlisted, and the newcomer was barely seen with anyone else – walking to class hugging a book or two wearing his thick glasses. It was a prestigious school for the rich and smart, yet Taehyung never got the logic behind singling out someone for such a petty reason. Taehyung felt bad for him, he really did, but he never had the guts to approach him.

Three weeks into their first year in college, the waitlister redeemed himself quickly, excelling at every subject, proving himself to be as competent (even better!) than those who previously judged him for initially not making the cut. Jimin was stealing the spotlight, and Taehyung did not like it, not the slightest bit.

Now, here Taehyung was, in the pool locker room, plotting a scheme to overthrow Jimin from his throne like a mad man. Jungkook, a fellow teammate of his, was convinced that the once gentle and calm Taehyung had officially gone mad because of an academic rival. 

Taehyung sighed as he changed into his swimming trunks, the sound of his flip-flops resonating throughout the empty gym. The twenty-year-old plunged into the water, feeling the goosebumps prickle his skin due to its coldness. The boy never felt more happiness than being underwater, and his mind often wanders to the mystical creatures that he’s always been dreamt of becoming.

Still lost in his thoughts, Taehyung suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left calf, stilling his entire leg and in a matter of seconds Taehyung found himself gasping for air as he struggled to keep his head above the water. His legs have never failed him before, and this whole new experience added to the fear of not being able to breathe properly, making it even harder for him to breathe. Vision becoming blurry, Taehyung screamed for help once more, until the last thing he sees are Jimin’s eyes staring into his own.

Jimin’s eyes widened as Taehyung shifted in his uncomfortable position on the gym’s bleachers. The latter passed out with after nearly drowning a little more than an hour ago, and Jimin struggled with his ton-heavy fin that only transformed back to human legs an hour later after becoming in contact with water.

Fortunately for the merman, Taehyung woke just in time while Jimin’s tail was gradually turning back to his pale, muscular human legs. Grabbing a towel, he wiped at his feet to hide the rest of the transformation. Taehyung blinked once. Twice. Thrice – vision still blurry. Jimin took a deep sigh, relieved at the narrow escape from an uncalled identity reveal.  

Taehyung’s brows furrowed as he examined the boy seated beside him, and his eyes suddenly went wide at the sight of Jimin.

“What happened?” Taehyung asked.

“You almost drowned back there…cramps?”

“I- yeah.” There was a pregnant pause after that, neither one of them not knowing what else there was to talk about. Tension was heavy in the air and both thought about how unconventional their first ever interaction was – Taehyung was a social butterfly at the university, never losing someone to talk to, or even talk about, yet he managed to not say a single word to Jimin this whole time. Guilt started clawing at Taehyung’s heart once again.  

“Thank you for saving my life back there,” he chewed on his bottom lip, uneasiness evident in his voice. “It’s nothing really,” the other boy replied, nodding towards Taehyung’s direction.

Taehyung, confused at how instantly awkward he was when around Jimin, silently thought of a way to express his gratitude. Taehyung never really left anyone out when it came to making friends, talking to all sorts of people, and one’s timidity was never a hindrance to Taehyung’s social confidence.

There was just something really fishy about that kid, Park Jimin. Taehyung had no idea what bothered him most about approaching the boy, but for some reason he was so…intimidating in one way or another. Right then, Taehyung had the perfect idea to repay Jimin for saving his life.  

“What do you say about dinner? My treat.” Jimin had used every last bit of strength in his body to refuse from snapping his head towards the younger boy’s direction as soon as he heard the dinner invite. This was the first time someone, a human, has ever asked him out – friendly meal or not, and Jimin found himself weighing the pros and cons of the invite.

There was nothing wrong with having a meal with a school rival, wasn’t it? It was just dinner, so there was no need to make a big fuss over it. Thoughts of Taehyung plotting an evil scheme and throwing him into the ocean quickly ran through Jimin’s mind (which was a useless plot really, because he could’ve just swam away), but Taehyung didn’t really have such a reputation.

Jimin just nodded in approval, and Taehyung clapped his hands. “We better get going then, after we change,” the latter suggested, going over both their outfits.

The ride to the restaurant was short, and both boys wasted no time in getting to know more about each other, finding a lot of common interests and hobbies. “Since we both love the sea and everything related to it, I thought this would be the perfect place,” Taehyung gestured over to the restaurant across from the space they parked at and Jimin instantly gulped.

Taehyung brought him to a sushi place.

[greekowl87]

Fic: Pool Party

For @txf-prompt-box . Tagging @today-in-fic .

Prompt 9: Some story involving a pool party

Bonus: Someone forgets their swim suit.

Double bonus: Humourous

Some AU where Scully and Mulder actually get to raise Will.

She hated to socialize with the other moms but it seemed almost a requirement of raising a seven-year-old. Especially summer pool birthday parties when both Scully and her son Will were both forced into it. Will had enough trouble making friends and fitting in at school, preferring spending time reading books. Who does that remind you of, Scully, Mulder would tease gently. She shook her head as Will looked up at his mom in dread. “Do we have to go, mom?” he whined, holding the small wrapped present in front of him like a shield.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, smoothing an errant piece of hair, before nodding. “Yes. It’s the polite thing to do,” she said.

She failed to mention that the birthday invitation almost came in the mail addressed to her with a small note. ‘Dana- I did not want to exclude Will, especially after how Jamie treated him last year. Maybe this will be a new start. - Julie Vernes’ and a child birthday invitation was enclosed. She brought it up to Mulder that night in bed.

… .

“Why,” he had said, “I don’t see what the problem is. It will be good for him.”

“This is the same Jamie who gave Will a black eye in December.”

“Well, Will defended himself.”

“By giving Jamie a black eye the following week after he got picked on again. Who taught him that?”

“Must have been his mom.” Mulder pulled down their comforter. Scully rolled her eyes and crawled into bed with him. “Look, it will be good for him. Will needs more friends besides his books. He is too much like us, Scully. He is a loner.”

“Since when are you all proactive dad?”

“We have to balance each other, Scully. I’ll pick up a present tomorrow, okay? It’s just for an afternoon.”

… .

“Dad put you up to it, didn’t he?” Will ask, his blue eyes searching his mothers. “That’s why he dropped us off, right?”

“You are too smart, you know that? You get that from me.”

Will gave a weak smile. “We could still leave.”

“We can at least stay for cake,” she soothed. “And then we’ll go to Barnes and Noble and we can pick you out a new book.”

“A chapter book?”

“Anything you want, little bullfrog,” she soothed. “Let’s get this over with, okay?”

He nodded and let his mom guide him into the pool clubhouse that was decked out in all sorts of X-Men decorations out to the pool deck. Mother and son saw the herd of mother’s by the table of presents and cake and all the boys in the pool roughhousing. “Mom, I don’t have my bathing suit,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I know, baby,” she whispered. “I’ll get it taken care of.”

“They’re going to make fun of me. Maybe I can hide in the bathroom.”

“Don’t worry, honey. We’re used to this.” She kissed the top of his moppy brown hair. “Why don’t you go say hi to the other boys and I’ll make a call.”

“We can still go to the bookstore.”

“Afterwards, I promise.”

She pushed him gently towards the other boys as she took the present and went to the other herd of moms. Introverts must have been a genetic trait between both of them. She was hardly the typical mother. Her and Mulder remained unmarried, and although, they talked about, still had yet to decide on anything. She was a doctor and FBI agent, Mulder still remained as an agent too,  and they now both taught together at Quantico. They were hardly a normal family.

Slowing her pace, she drew out her phone and dialed a number she knew by memory.

“Mulder.”

“Mulder, it’s me.”

“What happened?”

“I forgot his swim trunks,” she whispered.

“I’ll be there in ten. Try not shoot anybody, Scully.”

“You’re staying too.”

“Scully, we both agreed…”

“You are not leaving me or your son to suffer,” she hissed in a whisper. “Besides, I might really shoot one of these…moms.”

At this point, Julie, Jamie’s mom spotted her and raised a hand with a wine glass to her in greeting.

“And their drinking, Mulder. What mother drinks at her son’s birthday–”

“I’ll be there in five, Scully.”

She hung up the phone and forced a smile she used to have when she would question suspects. “Dana! Hi,” Julie said, smiling.

“Hi,” she forced the smile.

Julie grabbed Scully’s arm and dragged her to the rest of the other moms. “Everyone, this is Dana, Will’s mom.”

“Oh,” they all cried. “Hi.”

Jesus, Scully thought, this is worse than Arcadia.

A brunette, also with a wine glass smiled. “So, Dana. You’re Will’s mom? What do you do for a living? I heard you’re very busy.”

“I am an FBI agent,” she began hesitantly, her eyes scanning the pool to see Will sitting by himself. Her heart broke.“I teach pathology at Quantico.”

“An FBI agent,” someone said. “What does your husband say about that? If you ask me, a woman has no purpose carrying a gun.”

Jesus, shoot her now. Scully was tired of hearing the same thing after fifteen years. “Well,” she began hesitantly, “I’m not married. Will’s father…he’s an FBI agent as well. We work and live together.”

“So you never married?”

“We didn’t. No.”

“How come?”

“I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask her.”

Mulder’s voice filtered like a wave of relief. She felt herself relax when he placed that familiar hand on the small of her back and kissed her sensually. She pulled back slightly and smiled at him. Mulder turned to gaze at all the moms. “Sorry. Little emergency. Scully, where’s our son?”

She nodded to the pool area and Mulder kissed her soundly before seeking out their son.

A blonde woman, at least a foot taller than Scully raised an eyebrow. “That’s Will’s father? That is your…”

“My partner,” she smiled, suddenly finding the courage to smile and feel smug.

“Hm.” She licked her lips. “Does he have a brother?”

Mulder overheard the last comment and glanced at Scully regain the confident attitude she had all those years of the x-files with him. His eyes found his son. “Will,” he called softly.

Will looked up in surprise at his father.

“What, Wet Willy? Your daddy have to come rescue you?” one of the boys called.

Mulder said nothing but held his hand out to his son. “I got what you forgot,” he said softly. He passed a small grocery bag to Will. He kneeled in front of his son. “Give 'em hell.”

“Mom would punch you if she heard you talking like that.”

“Will, remember all those stories that I told you of me and mom that I am not supposed to? Chasing monster, saving the world, and me getting the girl?” William nodded. “Well, you are the son of to kick butt FBI agents. Don’t forget that.”

“They don’t care.”

“Will, brag,” he whispered to his son affectionately. “What else have I told you?”

“Fake till you make it,” he whispered.

Mulder nodded. “Except you don’t have to fake it. You’re our son. Go get changed and give 'em hell, William. I have to rescue mom from all those other moms.”

He smiled and ran to change, despite the lifeguard’s whistle. Mulder stood up, gazing at the flock of woman surround his Scully. He strolled casually, pushing his way through the throng of mothers to reclaim his partner and securing her safely at his side. She gazed at him quickly and he quirked a small smile, telling her everything she needs to know.  "So, Fox, Dana tells us you both teach at the FBI Academy,“ one mother said.

"Yes. I can’t she can’t seem to keep me out of trouble and she insists having me close,” he teased. Mulder nuzzled her hair, nudging her to look at their son as he continued with the conversation with the herd of moms.

Scully smiled, seeing Will dressed in his swimming trunks and jumping into the pool with a resounding cannonball. She strained to hear the conversation. “Wait. Your parents are FBI agents, Will? That’s so cool.”

Scully looked at Mulder and he smiled, kissing her quickly. “You think this is crazy, wait until I tell you how we met.”

… .

Will was soaked, drenched from the pool with a large beach towel engulfing him as he struggled with his seatbelt. “I had such a great time! Mom, you should talk about the monsters more often! I didn’t know you saved dad so many times!”

“I didn’t really.”

“Scully, you did.”

“Okay. Maybe once or twice.”

“The guys were so amazed. Today was awesome.”

Scully took Mulder’s hand from the center console and held it. “I’d say,” Scully replied, gazing at Mulder.

“We’re still going to Barnes and Noble, right?”

“Anything you want, bud,” Mulder smiled, squeezing Scully’s hand.

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BD: Beach

Summary: Going to a waterpark/beach for the first time

Peter’s been fidgeting all morning and Charles refuses to look into his mind to see what’s wrong; preferring his son to come talk to him.

Erik seems to know what’s happening so like usual Charles doesn’t bother questioning Peter; of course he does question the way Hank has been quiet and not holed up in lab, his constant glances to Raven aren’t helping Charles suspicions, although all he’s greeted with when he pries into Hank’s mind is the faint thought of his sister that he doesn’t bother pressing further into.

“The beach?” Charles looks confused when Raven ambushes him. Hank’s hovering behind her nodding as she makes her points. He’s a little surprised they waited till after lunch, there’s no way they’d all be able to make it to the beach before sunset.

“We haven’t been to the beach as a family in ages.” Raven nods to him and Hank grins.

“Yeah the- OH. oh my god; I never-” He starts, backing her up.

“I don’t really care; unless we’re going back to; the specific beach..” Charles trails off looking a little uncomfortable. Erik shakes his head, mimicking Charles discomfort. Hank hesitates in the doorway with a bag full of towels.

“So beach or?”

“Peter can’t swim!” Erik suddenly looks frantic and Charles doesn’t bother hiding his laughter.

“That’s what you’re concerned about?”

“Well yes! Do you know how many-”

“We’re taking him to the beach; to teach him how to swim; if he even wants to get in the water; he might just want to spend the entire day making sandcastles; or looking at shells.”

“Hank no.” Charles cuts off whatever thought he’d had and Erik tilts his head curiously.

“He wants to test if Peter could run and move a boat.”

“Hank, he’s five; he’s nowhere big enough to move a boat! I couldn’t even lift a submarine out of the water fully like six years ago; I don’t think-”

“A boat and submarine aren’t the same thing; and I don’t want him to lift it; just pretend to be the propellor.”

“No; at least not until we know he knows how to swim.” Erik placates grinning as Hank looks miserable.

“I still don’t understand why the beach is a good idea.” Logan huffs a little; Peter’s grinning riding on Erik’s shoulders.

“Because we all need to take a vacation and Peter needs to learn to swim. Raven, stop confusing the beach goers.” Raven laughs, changing from Logan in a speedo back into her blue form.

“Hank; you really shouldn’t bother with the serum; it’s the beach; there’s hundreds of ancient men in speedos; besides Logan of course. No one is going to look twice at you being fluffy.” Hank looks confused, pointing out how there isn’t anyone else on the beach.

“No one is going to look twice anyways; there’s no one else here.”

“Charles, stop using your gift to send everyone away.”

“I didn’t.” Charles grins and Erik narrows his eyes, Peter mimicking his facial expression.

“I didn’t use my powers this time. Just my money.”

“Please tell me you did not buy a section of the beach.” Erik rubs at the bridge of his nose and he can tell by the wobbling Peter is doing the same.

“I didn’t.”

“Then what did you do?” Hank turns in circles, before spotting a sign staked in the ground.

“I mean this says private beach; are we just going to- Christ Azazel, warn a guy next time.” Hank jumps back when Azazel appears with Angel, Janos and a swathe of folding chairs. Charles grins assuming he’s gotten off free.

“What did you do?”

“I bought the beach, and made a section of it private.” Charles shrugs a little. Erik just shakes his head.

“Why do I even bother.” He places Peter down and Peter looks back to Charles and Erik who both nod.

“No one will see besides everyone who already knows about your gift.” Erik doesn’t finish saying it to him, before Peter’s blurring back and forth, mostly just kicked up sand settling down as the indication of his movements.

”Peter come here!” Erik shouts, letting the waves cover his feet.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to learn how to swim?” Peter nods holding his arms out.

“Well we have to get deeper for me to carry you, okay?”

“Okay.”

They’re not in horribly deep, just up to Erik’s waist when Charles joins them. Erik’s watching Charles, a little unsure of how he’s handling having been regulated to a pool float instead of his chair; he seems to be enjoying it and Peter takes the opportunity to reach out to him.

“How about we practice swimming now? We’re deep enough for you to be able to swim, but since we don’t have too, we can keep you safe.”

“Can’t you just make me swim?” Peter asks, eyeing the water Erik is about to place him into.

“Well I could tell you how to, but you wouldn’t remember it.” Charles answers and Erik knows it’s a lie, but Peter doesn’t, not yet; he’s unaware of how powerful either of his fathers are.

“Okay how about this, I’ll hold you and you can practice swimming, and I’ll walk with you over to dad, sound good?” Peter nods at Eriks explanation and waits for Erik to put him down. Before he does Peter can feel his dad knocking on his mind, asking for entrance, Peter agrees and he can see images of the form and motions he’ll need to do to swim.

“You got it?”

“Yeah I just have to-” Peter flails his arms and Erik nods, slowly putting him into the water feet first.

“Before swimming, let’s teach you how to tread water. It’s so that way you can float.” Erik explains the basics and Peter grins as he mimics them.

“Good, okay so now we’re going to try to swim.” Peter, as expected, swallows only a slight amount of water, before managing to swim with Erik holding him. Peter, once he’s made it to Charles, demands his father hold him as they swim back to Erik.

“Peter I can’t swim..”

“You can tread water, Hank said you did it in your hydrotherapy; and Papa’s right there; like he’d let anything worse than seaweed touch you.” Peter argues and Erik watches Charles fold, hands wrapping around Peter nervously as he tries to gracefully slide off the pool float.

Charles tries to avoid gripping too tightly but he can sort of feel his legs hitting the sand; he’s surprised at how he can feel it shifting between his toes and makes a face that Peter laughs at.

“Seaweed gotcha didn’t it dad.” Charles nods and hopes he doesn’t end up just swimming in a circle as Peter moves his arms forward.

Erik’s next to them, guiding them back to where he was standing.

“Papa! Why did you do that! Dad was supposed to help me swim!”

“And he will, back to the float.” Erik nods and Charles sends a mental thank you at Erik’s hand around his waist.

Peter seems placated with this and once they make it to the float he seems to have had enough of swimming lessons instead staring excitedly at the surfboard Azazel is using.

“I swear if Janos is making waves….” Charles sighs and Azazel grins nodding to where Janos is swirling sand into a sculpture of some kind.

”I wanna see what Hank is doing!” Erik and Charles grimace, a statement that can never end well in general but especially not with the boat idea fresh in their minds.

“Okay, just no boats.”

“Why would Uncle Hank have a boat?”

“A model boat.” Erik grins as Hank holds up the remote controlled boat in his hands.

“Betcha can’t outrun it.” He grins and Erik stops smiling.

“Hank’s your friend; you discipline him.” Erik hisses to Charles as Peter splashes forward.

“He’s a friend, what do I do? Ground him?”

“Yes! Tell him he can’t do lab work!”

“He would whine so much; do you really want him and Peter sulking.”

“Why would Peter be sulking?”

“If he can’t go for his usual speed runs in the lab, where do you think he’ll go?”

“Outside? Like a normal kid? We could bring him here; let him run off the lack of lab.”

Peter’s grinning and Hank looks caught between yelling and cheering with him.

“I can’t believe you can actually run on water; this is incredible! We can-” Hank’s cut off as Peter once again rushes out, running on top of a wave and causing the wake to drench Hank again.

“I hate the beach.” He huffs flopping back onto the towel.

“It was your idea bluebeard; shouldn’t you be reapplying sunscreen?” Logan nods to Hanks’ reddening arms as they dry.

“Just because I look like this.” Hank gestures to himself and Logan prods at the skin on his arm.

“Doesn’t mean that’s how I am.”

“But the serum is meant to cover the physical mutation..”

“Yes; like make-up or a bandaid; but it’s still me underneath; still blue fuzz.”

“And? You’ll still get sunburned.” Logan looks unconcerned.

“Think of it this way, fur takes longer too dry.”

“So?” Logan doesn’t look up from the book he’d brought.

“Ocean water; wet, furry creature…. You must know what wet dog smells like.”

“You’re not sitting next to me on the way back.” Logan hisses and Hank laughs.

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and into the forest i go to free my mind and find my soul

nakamoto yuta x reader smut

1,748 words

warning: illegal drug use

The floor was cold beneath your feet as you walked into the kitchen, grabbing a few snacks from the cupboards and a few drinks from the fridge. You brought them outside to the small poolside table before you lit the pumpkin scented candle in the middle. You turned around and met your boyfriend’s eyes, who was giggling at you from behind the sliding glass door. “What are we doing, setting up a five course dinner?” He enthused, a grin radiating from his face. “Just preparing so I don’t have to get up and get what I want after we smoke, babe.” “You’re a nerd,” Yuta smiled endearingly, patting your hair and plucking a chip from the bag in your hand. “Go change.” You more-or-less ordered, a quiet “yes ma’am” coming from Yuta as he padded away. Already clad in your swimsuit, you decided to grab some towels from the bathroom as you made your way back outside. A few minutes later, Yuta met you at the glass table, soft music playing in the background, contraband sitting ready for your enjoyment, wrapped in mango and pineapple flavored swishers - a favorite for the two of you. Yuta sat and you noticed the black shorts he decided to wear; they had red and white stripes down the sides and clung to his waist perfectly, making your mouth water at the sight of his v-line dipping beneath the hem. “Ladies first,” your boyfriend offered, handing you his lighter. You brought the blunt to your lips gladly, enjoying the moment where you and the love of your life were lighting up together in a beach house while you were on a well deserved vacation. The end of the blunt burned crimson red as you lit it and inhaled slowly, relishing in the accustomed burn in your lungs. The smoke blew from your nose as you breathed out and passed the still-glowing blunt to Yuta, who brought it to his pink lips quickly. He breathed out the smoke, blowing it upwards as he relaxed into his chair.

“Ya’know, you really are a genius for grabbing all this food beforehand.” Yuta said thickly, eyeing the box of goldfish you had placed right next to him (probably deliberately). He passed you the blunt and you pulled from it again, leaning closely to his face and letting the smoke blow slowly from your lips to meet his face. “Why is that so hot literally every time you do that to me?” He said as you swung your leg over his, straddling him. You shrugged, to lazy to give a good answer as you got more comfortable in his lap. “Let’s do a trick,” you suggested when Yuta brought the joint to his lips. You leaned into him, almost close enough to kiss him, as he exhaled the smoke from his nose, you inhaled it through your mouth. As you both repeated the process once or twice before breaking out into giggles, a weak infinity ring blew between you. After catching your breaths, you felt Yuta’s hand resting on your upper thigh. You bit your lip, staring at his hand and then at his lips. Yuta caught your glances, shifting his hand higher to tease you. You felt goosebumps raise over the skin he was touching and found yourself leaning closer to his lips. Your hands rested on Yuta’s neck as you kissed him deeply, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. Irrelevant to the temperature outside, your skin was beginning to develop a sheen of sweat as Yuta bit at your lip and gripped your waist tighter. Without moving, you could tell Yuta was enjoying this as much as you were, his member growing harder and harder beneath his swim shorts.

In a short second, you decided to tease Yuta back, moving your hips slightly. His grip on your hip instantly became tighter, a stifled moan sounding from his chest. “You really wanna play that game, baby?” He inquired, but it sounded more like a warning. This time, you put more weight down as you brushed against him, creating the perfect amount of friction for the both of you. Yuta leaned his head back, groaning erotically as his hands started moving you on him suddenly. You giggled, THC thick in your blood making you feel blissfully high as you kissed down his jaw and sucked on his neck, intent on marking your love onto his body. “I warned you.” Yuta groaned before wrapping his arms tight around your waist and standing up. “Wait, what are you doing?” You asked, startled. “Yuta! Yuta, wait, don’t do this!” You started to kick your legs and hit at his chest as he walked in the direction of the pool. Yuta’s grip was too strong, though, because before you could get out of it, you and him were jumping into the pool. Despite the shock, the water was the perfect temperature and, as you resurfaced, you splashed towards Yuta. “What the hell, dude?!” You yelled at him as he laughed heartedly, and grabbed your arm when you tried to swing some more water at him.

“Chill, I figured this would be more fun, plus your face was hilarious and completely worth it.” He chuckled as you swam over to him and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pressed his lips against yours again, swirling your tongues around each other as you snaked your hands around his neck, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. “Let’s take this off, huh?” Yuta said as he toyed with the string of your top and pulling it so it uncoiled. You looked around, scared that there could be a possibility that someone else could see you, but upon seeing the fence around the pool, you deemed it okay. Once your top was off, you could feel Yuta’s hand trailing up your waist and gripping your breast, running the pad of his thumb over your hardened nipple. You breathed in quickly, a tiny shot of electricity going through you. “Yuta,” You breathed out as his lips appreciated your chest. “Please,” “Please what, babe?” He mumbled as he traced your collarbone with his tongue. You groaned, not wanted to succumb to his dominance. “I won’t know what you want unless you tell me~.” He trailed on, a lilt in his voice. “Ugh, just please fuck me you loser?” You groaned, pulling at the hair on the back of his head when he lightly bit down on your nipple. He laughed, sneaking his fingers underneath the hem of your bottoms and pulling them down your legs, letting them float away as he removed his own. “Skip the foreplay, I’m turned on enough as it is.” You stated when Yuta’s fingers trailed down to your core. He pressed his fingers against your clit, moving in slow figure eight motions, making you sigh heavily.

“Sure about that?” He asked playfully, pushing a finger into your pussy. You bit down on your lip, swallowing any moans bubbling up. “Now that just won’t work.” Suddenly, Yuta was lifting you up to lay on the pool wall. You shivered, the cool breeze making your nipples perk up even more. Yuta separated your legs quickly, kissing and nipping at the skin on your thighs as you whimpered from above him. It didn’t take him long before he was wrapping his lips around your clit and prodding your cunt with his tongue, loving the mewls and moans coming from your lips. You gripped his hair tightly when he stretched your walls with two of his fingers, scissoring you open slowly. The air felt like it was punched from your lungs as he ate you out gingerly, wanting you to beg for him to go faster - you would comply easily. “Yuta, please just fuck me already.” You moaned out, already melting at the thought of him sinking into you so deep. “Get down here then, young lady.” He commanded, sliding you back into the pool easily. You assumed your previous position, wrapping your legs and arms around him as he positioned his cock at your entrance. “Ready?” You nodded, and as he pushed into you, you kissed him tightly. He stretched you out beautifully and perfectly, content sighs releasing from both of your lips. Yuta gripped your ass tightly as he pulled out and pushed in again, slower, loving the friction of your walls on him. “Fuck, let’s stay like this forever.” He said as a heavy sigh leaked from his plump lips. “God, you’re so tight!” He started pumping into you at an even pace, not too fast but sufficient enough to take your breath away. As he palmed at your breasts, you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, gripping his shoulders and biceps tightly. You were completely entranced, not keeping track of time or space, wonderfully comfortable.

How, you asked yourself, had you and Yuta not had sex high before? As if the pleasure couldn’t become any better, Yuta started a new pace, pistoning himself into you as groans and pleasantries tumbled from his lips. A wanton moan came from you when his fingers suddenly started circling on your clit, driving you closer and closer to your edge. You clenched around him tightly, begging Yuta to fuck you faster. “I’m so fucking close, baby.” Yuta moaned, his lips staying preoccupied, sucking hickies on your neck. “Please tell me you are too,” his voice wavered, vulnerable. You nodded, feeling so impossibly close to your climax you thought you might die. Suddenly, you felt a hand reach around your throat, tightening slightly, just enough to cut off some blood flow but not enough to make you unable to breathe. The sensation was wicked, making you roll your eyes back into your head as the feeling of your orgasm rippled through you, clenching wildly around Yuta. A pornographic moan sounded from Yuta as he came hard, his hips slowing down as he fucked you both through your orgasms. His lithe hand let go of your neck, allowing blood to flow through your head again. Needless to say, it took you a moment before you were back on Earth. “Holy shit, Yuta. We need to do this more often.” You said as the two of you untangled from each other. “Agreed. Let’s go eat those snacks, I’m starving.” The pair of you laughed lightly as you found your place back at the glass table, eating both of your weight in junk food.

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Perfect Husband ( Jung Kook/Oc)

Chapter 5

In the early light of dawn, Ah Reum looks like a child, Seokjin thinks, watching the gentle slope of her bare shoulders half covered by the white silk of their bedcover. Her hair is messy, soft and fluffy, like spun silk in his hands, slipping through his fingers like flowing water . He almost reaches out and cups her cheekbones, but stops himself , wary of waking her up . Her breathing is gentle and uninterrupted, her face completely at repose and he's sure that she's never looked more beautiful.

He remembers the first time they'd made love. About a month after their marriage. He'd been eager, excited, looking forward to a lifetime of the vibrant , beautiful girl who was kind, selfless and adorably funny.

But she hadn't wanted it .

Of course, she hadn't said so. She'd nodded, agreed and said yes. Once , twice and then a countless more times when he'd slid into her, pressed her into the soft downy mattress in the oak, four poster bed of their 5000$ a night  beach resort, the sound of the waves and the rain permeating the air while he moved inside her in smooth, gentle strokes, her face framed in his hands while she had  stared sightlessly at the ceiling over head. Her gaze had been glassy and ... lost. Like she wasn't sure who she was, where she was, who was inside her and it had hit him like a cannon ball.

He wasn't the one she was thinking of.

He hadn't pressed the issue. Hadn't even brought it up.

She had let him kiss her, pressed her perfect lips against his, allowed him to explore her with his tongue, to taste every inch of her skin, to touch and savor every curve dip and recess of her body with his clever surgeon hands. And she had enjoyed it, there was no doubt about it. Ah Reum was too inocent to fake pleasure , and Seokjin wasn't exactly a bad lover. She had enjoyed herself, exploded around his fingers, his tongue and his body on countless occasions.

But  she hadn't wanted it.

He straightens, moves away from the bed and moves to the bathroom, opening the door cautiously and stepping into the sprawling white room. He stops in front of the oval mirro, staring at himself.

He looks starkly beautiful, a kind of lifeless beauty he thinks. Seokjin is beautiful only when he's perfectly still, hair styled perfectly, lush lips curved in the barest of smiles and wide brown gaze steady and sincere. He's beautiful when he's slipping into his pure white coat, slipping the stethescope around his neck, perfectly buttoned up shirt underneath, stretched creaselessly across wide, wide shoulders.

He's beautiful when he's saving lives, maybe, but not beautiful in general.

Not beautiful in the way Jeon Jung kook is beautiful.

Seokjin is art in repose. 

Jung Kook on the other hand, is poetry in motion.

Jung Kook is young, handsome in a masculine , rugged alpha male kind of way. Dangerous, sexy and alluring. Mysterious. . Probably the first to throw a punch in any fight.

Words that would never be associated with someone like Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin is a pacifist, a healer. He sticks his fingers inside living things, puts together broken pieces of muscle, bone and sinew and tries to restore order whereas Jeon Jung Kook is chaos personified. He destroys lives, wrecks them with his beauty, enchants with that angelic voice and enamors people with the way his hips move.

How could Seokjin compete really? It's not a fair playing ground by any means.

They were both so different.

Like Summer sun and torrential rain, Seokjin thinks, washing his face carefully, smoothing in his foam cleanser into his face. He uses a no-nonsense , anti bacterial kind and he has less than an hour to be at the hospital so he can't afford to spend a lot of time getting ready anyway.

It’s not a fair playing fround, but Seokjin isn’t going to give up, yet. 

When he walks back out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips he finds her sitting up, bleary and confused. She's fumbling across the bed, fingers patting the sheets looking for her clothes. He catches sight of the bra at the foot of the bed and hands it over. She's too sleepy to feel shy, he muses, when she sits up straighter, lets the sheet fall off her upper body, pooling around her waist . 

Seokjin feels his throat go dry. He’s a doctor. The human body ought not to arouse so much reaction in him but fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. breasts that fit perfectly into his arms, perky pink nipples that look like they can cut glass, a flushed pink tint to her skin as she shivers lightly against the cold. 

He stares at her, while she slips on her bra and buckles it up at the back. Her T-shirt follows and then her simple white shorts. He wants to climb back in, peel off every inch of fabric and slide into her again. He’s so cold and there’s nothing warmer than sinking into her, letting her close around him , letting her scent permeate all the cold recesses of his heart. He wants her. He wants her bad. 

But he curbs the urge. He’s late. She’s still tired from last night. Probabaly sore too. He’d been a little tense after work and ... he hadn’t exactly been gentle. 

He wondres if it makes him a bastard. Knowing how much it probabaly hurts her to let him touch her that way and not do anything about it. but he tries not to think about that. He thinks , with time, Ah Reum will learn to love him. 

Once she's dressed , she stumbles out of the bed and zombie walks to the bathroom while he moves to their shared closet space.

By the time she comes out, he's dressed, slipping his watch on and adjusting the knot of his tie against the collar of his powder blue shirt.

"You look nice." she smiles and he returns the gesture. He knows she means it. And that's the essence of the problem, he thinks. His wife has never misled him. She's  pliant , adjusting, reasonable. She likes him, possibly even loves him. But she isn't in love  with him. And Seokjin has never felt the difference between those two phrases so strongly before. So strongly that he feels like someone just stuck their bare nails into his chest, clawed their way in, gripped his insides and were now ripping him open. He swallows the hurt and manages a weak smile.

"I have a meeting. It may run late. Don't wait up for me." He smiles and she nods, without moving.

He glances at the digital calendar on the wall. It's the end of september already, just a few more weeks to their second wedding anniversary. For their first, he'd taken her to Paris. For her birthday, he'd flown her down to Macau and Vietnam and then spent a week in the Maldives. He knows now that the problem isn't the place but the partner.

So he'll let her choose, although he knows she'll want to go back to Seoul. She'll smile at him assure him that she'll stay with her parents for a while .

I miss them, Jin, let me stay here for a few days, she would whisper.  Okay, shall I ask someone to pick you up later?,   he would ask.  No, I'll be fine. You should go back to Busan. she'd probably reply.

And if he had an ounce of self respect, he'd leave her. Really.

But she's still my wife, he thinks stubbornly. Mine, not Jung Kook's.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Jeon Inc., CEO is planning on retiring. ." Seokjin said casually, while I finished clearing up the plates from dinner. It was one of those rare occasions when my husband had come home for dinner, early. 

i didn’t cook. 

My fingers trembled of their own accord and I dropped the forks on the ceramic plates, the resulting sound feeling like some sort of an accusation as I tried to get myself together.

"Mr. Jeon?" I said nervously, my voice shaking a little bit more than my fingers. Seokjin hummed and stepped right next to me, gently nudging me away and taking the dishes himself. 

He cooked whenever he was home, so I usually cleared the dishes but my brain was slow to catch up and I let myself sit down on the chair.

Jeon Jung Kook. I wanted to cry.

It had been three years but I still wanted to cry when I thought of him.

"His son would be stepping in as the CEO , I guess." He said , very pointedly  looking at me as he took the used glasses as well. I hesitated, not sure what to say.

"He's an idol. I don't think-"

"Not an acting one. Just as the face of the company. " He shrugged, " Like me."

I nodded absently and fumbled with the ring on my finger.

"You do that whenever we talk about Jung Kook." Seokjin said suddenly and I froze.

"What?"

"You touch our wedding ring... When I mention Jung Kook...Like it's a handcuff and not just a ring." The bitterness coating his tone felt like ash on my tongue.

"Jin..."

"It's alright. I'll put some of the leftovers in the freezer. You can finish it off for lunch." He said swiftly, gathering the rest of the crockery and moving out of the dining space. I sat there, confused and guilty. I hadn't meant to hurt Jin. Hadn't meant to hurt anyone.

When we settled down to bed, Jin stayed a good foot away from me. I didn't remember the last time we'd made love. it had definitely been more than a few weeks. It didn't matter, i thought vaguely, staring up at the ceiling while he breathed evenly next to me. It didn't matter whether we had sex or not, whether we talked or not, whether we smiled at each other or not.

Because at the end of the day, we  didn't matter.

There was no Ah Reum and Seokjin. There never had been. Probably never would be. How could it? When I spent most of my time worrying and thinking of Jung Kook.

It was hard not to.

Of all his friends, only Yoongi after several failed attempts had agreed to talk to me. He had been blunt and brutally honest. Jung Kook was pissed, annoyed, and angry. He couldn't accept that what had happened was for the best. Neither could I. After three years, things that had seemed so important back then were just vaguely distressing now. It struck me that there would have been other ways out for me, from that predicament. My father would have found a way...

But I'd done something irreversible. I'd ruined , not just my life but Seokjin's too. The guilt weighed heavily on my soul.

"I'm sorry." I said softly, when the breathing next to me hitched.

"Don't" His voice was sleep heavy but firm.

"We could... We could divorce. If that's what you wanted." I said nervously.

Jin didn't reply. But I couldn't let it drop.

"You deserve better...I..."

"And you deserve someone like Jeon Jung Kook? Wild? Rough? Reckless. " He said sarcastically.

"I don't know. But I certainly don't deserve someone perfect like you." I choked out. He sighed deeply and then turned around to face me.

"Stop it. Stop this nonsense. " He said firmly.

"I..."

"Jung Kook is getting engaged next month. He's going to marry the daughter of Kingdom Corp., Her name is Lisa and she's also an idol." He said bluntly.

I stopped breathing.

"I didn't want to tell you this but as one of the partners with Kingdom corp., I'm going to have to be there. And you would too."

I was going to be sick. I really was.

"I... I need water..." I stumbled out of bed and barely got my bearings before he caught me close. I tried to wriggle out but his grip tightened.

"Listen to me and listen close. Whatever was there between you and Jung kook, I won't let you destroy yourself over it. He’s not coming back to you. You’re my wife and i don’t want you to fucking ruin your life over him!" He said roughly and I whimpered in protest.

"Let me go ...I..."

"You thinks it's funny? Watching you play martyr is the most horrible thing I've ever gone through. Make up your mind, whether you want to be an idiot for the rest of your life?. Whether you want to spend the rest of your life with him in your head and me in your bed ." He snarled and I lost it . Shoving him hard I moved away.'

"Shut up.... Shut up. You don't know anything about me. Anything. " I hissed out, the vehemence in my voice surprising even me.

Seokjin scoffed.

"I'd venture I know enough to say that you're a hypocrite. You act like you don't care about him...Like you don't think of him every fucking minute of the day but you're too much of a scared cat to actually accept it . Why don't you stop putting both of us through hell and own up to your feelings for once? Accept that it’s fucking over. If you don’t do it, I’m going to have to do it for you. "

i stared at him, stunned. Seokjin had never yelled at me.  Never.

Finally I sighed.

"Do you think i haven't tried...I... don’t know what to do... " i said helplessly. Seokjin stares at me.

"I'm too old for this, Ah Reum. I turn thirty in a couple of years. i can't... stay in a relationship that ... " He stopped and I felt something very cold grip my heart. Like an iron fist.

"I understand." I said.

"It's not that...it's not that I blame you for the way you feel;. I just...i don't think it can... Not when you're thinking of someone else. It's unfair to everyone involved."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want you to move on."

"Seokjin..." I said, startled. I could feel my heart start to cave in.

“I think I’ve been patient enough, don’t you think? It’s been three years. I want us to start a family. I want children.”

Jung Kook. I love you. Only you. No one else. It will always be you.

Nausea.

When i just looked at him he shrugged.

"You don't have to answer, now. But think about it. " He said softly, finally letting me go. I opened my mouth to say something...what, i didn't know but Seokjin's pager went off at the exact same moment.

"i have to get to the hospital..." He moved to the closet but stopped to stare at me.

"Pack some clothes. We'll leave to Seoul after I inform the hospital." He said calmly.

"You look good." 

Jung Kook stopped fumbling with the collar of his shirt and sighed.

"Thank you mother." He said politely. 

"You don't have to do this. No one's forcing you to marry Lisa." Mrs. Jeon said patiently and Jung Kook felt his fingers clench a little.

"I love her." 

"We both know you don't." 

He gritted his teeth.

"Mother I..."

"It doesn't work that way... Just because you keep saying that it won't be true." His mother said desperately and Jung Kook swallowed. 

"I want to be alone now." He said blankly. Mrs Jeon hesitated and then sighed deeply.

"Lisa is only eighteen. She isn't like you. She's still young and innocent. Don't break her heart because someone broke yours." She said gently. 

When Jung Kook didn't reply, she quietly left. As the door closed behind her, Jung Kook stared into the mirror. He looked very handsome he could tell. Lisa and him would make a beuatiful couple. He was already famous and she was too. They could be so good together. 

And his mother was wrong. 

It was possible to marry someone and then hope to fall in love with them.

Hadn't Ah Reum done just that?

He swallowed the dryness in his throat. He wanted to move on. To stop feeling this way. It wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. He would have millions roaring at him, a wild crowd, women screaming, wrapped around his finger, dying for a glance from him but it wasn't enough. He wanted that feeling of emptiness to go. He wanted to go back in time. To the time when he'd been with her. He'd had nothing then. No name. No fame. No money. But he'd had her by his side. And he'd felt complete.

Happy. 

Something that even being in the most successful kpop group in history , didn't give him. He wanted that back. He would never forgive her for taking it away from him. From them. His friends had tried to change his mind but he couldn't agree with them. 

She loved you...

they said, over and over again but he couldn't believe them. You didn't leave the people you loved. You stayed by their side, kept them close. When you lost your grip on their bodies, you began to fall. The way he had began falling, that night three years ago, watching her get married to another man. The way he had never stopped falling, ever since. 

She didn't love him. She had never loved him. If she had, how could she have left him?

She had likely pitied him, he thought miserably. 

Pitied him for being an abused, money-less teenager with no future in sight. 

He gritted his teeth at the sharp stabbing pain in his heart. He didn't know what to think or feel anymore. He hurt so badly and he had no idea how to make it stop. 

~~~~~~~~~~

When Jung Kook walked into his office at Jeon inc., the last person he expected to see there was Kim Seokjin. 

"You..." He stopped short, too stunned to move or react. His mind and heart and body just shut down completely. 

Seokjin looked worse than him, if that was possible. His shirt was rumpled, his hair messy but he still looked like a walking painting. Like the prince charming in every cliched fairy tale that was ever written. Jung Kook could feel bile rising inside his throat. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" He snapped, moving to sit behind his desk.

"Before you call security , hear me out." Seokjin said casually and Jung kook remembered suddenly that the man was five years older than him. 

"You have five seconds." Jung Kook snapped. 

"Ah Reum and I want to wish you congratulations on your engagement. This is difficult for her too, So I’d appreciate it if you … give her some closure. Break things off properly.  "

Jung Kook thought it was remarkably amazing that he didn't immediately react.

Trying to keep his voice steady, he managed a little smile. 

"Full points for the delivery , doctor. Why isn’t she here then? If she wants to move on? “

“ I wanted to meet you alone.”

“  Is that a line?  Sorry, I don’t swing that way.  " He said, deliberately provoking.

Seokjin's fingers clenched into fists and Jung Kook felt satisfied. 

"I don't even know what she sees in a jerk like you. But it's the way it is, i suppose. i just wanted to tell you this. You have the information. What you choose to do with it, is up to you." Seokjin said calmly, before moving to the door. Jung kook could feel fury bubble inside him like molten lava.

He had known. Kim Seokjin had known that Ah Reum loved and he'd still gone ahead and married her. He wanted to pummel him into the floor. 

"Get the fuck out of my face." Jung Kook snarled.

Seokjin gave him a smile.

"You can talk to her and at least hear her out , like an adult. Get off your high horse for one minute and consider that there might be something more to her story." He said softly.

"You're pushing it, Seokjin. " Jung Kook snapped, annoyed by how flippantly Seokjin was talking about Ah Reum to someone else.

Did Ah Reum know her husband was here. Jung Kook could guess that she probably didn’t. No girl would want to have her feelings or thoughts shared with others like this. . Did the man not care about how his wife would feel about his actions? The thought made Jung Kook want to kick him. 

But Seokjin wasn’t finished.

"Now that I've got that off my chest. Let me tell you what i really think, Jeon Jung kook. I hope you stay the fuck away from her. I hope you go ahead and live in denial for the rest of your life. And I hope she finally gives up on you and comes to me instead. That's what I hope will happen. And considering the kind of asshole you are, there's no doubt that , that is  what will happen.  " He said before turning around and stalking out. 

Jung Kook fumed as the door shut behind him. 

~~~~~~

He'd thought of this moment a million times. The moment when he would finally see her again. But it still knocked the breath out of him.

She couldn't see him. He was behind the one way mirror of his office and she was here with Seokjin, politely bowing to all the other officers and the interns and the secretaries. She was here out of politeness. Now that his father was no longer in power, the board of directors had agreed to invest in her father's company. She had come to offer her greetings.

His gaze fell on her hair, long and hitting her waist again and he could feel his throat beginning to close up.

She looked painfully different from how he remembered her. She was thin now. Not just slim but thin. There was no brightness in her gaze, no playful smile , just waiting to get out, tugging at the corner of her lips. He stared at her like in a trance, noting the sloping curve of her shoulders, bare to the world. He felt his jaw clench at the sight. She used to wear shirts, he remembered. Shirts that displayed no skin. She hated having her skin bared but now here she was in an off-shoulder blouse in  candy pink, long long hair perfectly styled.

Her slightly knobby  ankles were fitted into high heeled sandals. He could still remember how they'd felt underneath his fingers when he's carried her on his back, on the river bank three years ago. He'd teased her about how they were. Like dried prunes, he'd said impishly. 

She had laughed . Not a lady-like mild little giggle but a full on laugh. Did she laugh like that now? Somehow he doubted it. 

They had destroyed her, he thought, fingers beginning to tremble.

The girl he'd fallen in love with wasn't there anymore. 

No short , soft hair. No pretty laughing eyes. No happy, honest smile. Instead she had been turned into just another trophy wife. 

And then without any warning she turned around and looked right at him.

Jung Kook staggered with the force of her stare. There wasn't anything substantial in her gaze but it still terrified him. 

It took him a second to realize that she couldn't see him through the glass. But she was staring right at him and he couldn't breathe. 

He couldn’t breathe but everything just changed. He didn’t even fucking remember Lisa’s face anymore. This was her. This was the girl for him. The only girl for him.

And he wasn’t going to let her go.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I want her back." Jung Kook said into the receiver. For a second there was no response.

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. " Seokjin said , voice shaking just a little bit. 

"I don’t fucking kid, Doctor. She’s my girl. She’s always been my girl. I’m just taking back what’s rightfully mine.”

Silence.

“What she is, is a person. She doesn’t fucking belong to anyone: you or me. But right now, she’s also my wife. The next time you refer to her as anything else, I’ll hand you your teeth in a fucking platter..” Seokjin gritted out.

“Look whose grown a fucking spine… “ Jung kook sneered. “ You think she won’t ditch your sorry ass if I called her right now?”

“Try it. You and I both know Ah Reum will never cheat on me. Just face it, Jung Kook. You had your chance and you screwed up. She’s my wife now. No one forced her to do it. She did it all on her free will. ”

Jung Kook took a deep breath.

“I’m coming for her. You better be fucking prepared.” He gripped the glass of scotch on his desk in an iron grip.

Seokjin laughed.

“And she’ll be coming for me. The way she’s done, every single night for the past three years.” He whispered.

The glass shattered, slicing through Jung Kook’s skin , tearing through the white expanse and painting it red. He watched the blood drip down the desk, the pain momentarily clearing his head of the excruciatingly painful image of Seokjin touching Ah Reum…

Of Seokjin actually ….

“You just signed your death warrant.” He gritted out before hanging up.

AUTHOR’S NOTE : My apology for the lack of originality but this is actually a literal kdrama fest so, expect more cliches. Thank you. Let me know what you thought without fail. 

[dancerwrites]

until the weight falls from your back (I’ll keep you in my arms tonight)

Spoilers for Episode 82 Perc’ahlia the scene, alternatively 3.6k words, rated T (link to ao3)

Vex trailed after Percy as Vox Machina went their separate ways, her feet moving on autopilot. Her brother had been the first to rush off to the baths and no one had questioned her leaving after Percy – all their rooms were in the same wing of the castle after all.

Still, she found herself following his footsteps, just behind him until she found a surge of courage and sped up to walk alongside him, slipping her fingers between his as she does so.

He jumped slightly but didn’t let go of her hand, gently running his thumb across her knuckles as he slowed his walk to match hers.

“Hello, dear,” he said, his breath warm on her head as he dropped a kiss on top of her hair. “I’m sorry you startled me – I didn’t notice you were there. You’re getting better at sneaking every day.”

“Am I?” Vex asked, squeezing his fingers gently and pressing closer to him in the chill air of Whitestone.

As they walked she felt her eyes glaze over as they continue the familiar path down the hall, up the stairs, turning right then going straight, then left…

They walked for a bit longer, and when they arrived at the hall housing their rooms Vex spoke again.

“Darling?”

“Hmmm?” Percy hummed in question, slowing as they approached the door to Vex’s room.

“Mind if I join you for a bath?”

Percy stopped in front of her door, and she looked up at him to see a curious expression in his eyes.

“You know I don’t mind in the slightest,” he said, bringing his free hand to the side of her face.

She closed her eyes at the contact, the warmth of his palm chasing away the chill in her cheeks.

“But why do you ask?”

Vex sighed, lifting her own free hand to cover his, keeping his warm presence against her face, but she didn’t articulate further.

“I only ask because… Well, we’re exhausted,” Percy said, and Vex opened her eyes to see his shining blue eyes behind golden spectacles, just behind matted clumps of white hair greyed from ash and soot. “I’m not sure now is the best time…”

There’s a sharpness to his gaze, a searching depth, and a sudden trembling in his hands that makes Vex’s breath catch in her throat, a heat rising to her cheeks as she blinked furiously. She knows what he’s not saying, and she doesn’t want to dwell on such things. She would love to dwell on such enjoyable activities in the future, possibly even for long hours, but she was, to put it simply, exhausted.

“It-“

She got out one word before the lump in her throat stopped her speech and she had to take a deep breath to continue, pulling his hand from her face as she did so.

“I’m not sure I want to be alone right now,” she said slowly, haltingly, doing her best not to let herself go. “I mean-“

He squeezed her fingers, preempting her babbling.

“I understand.”

And of course she should have known he understood, him of all people.

Biting her lip, Vex nodded and squeezed his fingers in return.

“So shall we get some clean clothes for the both of us?” Percy asked, gesturing down the hall.

Vex nodded again, her throat tight, and followed Percy’s hand pulling at her own.

They entered Vex’s room first, and Vex released Percy’s hand for a moment to rummage through her drawers to find something comfortable, taking it again as they left her room and went to Percy’s.

He easily pulled out a loose shirt and everything else he needed with one hand, the other firmly locked with hers.

“Come on, the royal bath is this way,” he said with a wink that had a smile pulling at her lips. He led her up a floor to a different hallway, one she had wandered down perhaps once or twice previously, though never with any intention.

“When you say ‘royal bath’…” Vex trailed off as they reached the end of the corridor and he opened the door for her. “Oh.”

The bathroom they walked into was bigger than any she’d ever set foot in, save the hot spring pools that Scanlan had in his “magnificent mansion”. The air was filled with a lovely mix of aromas, from tart to mellow, almost like a strong tea, and there was a lingering sense of warmth, similar to the hot springs and the steam they emitted.

“Bless the servants for putting in the herbs,” Percy said, taking a deep inhale, a peaceful smile slipping over his features.

Vex felt a small weight lift off her chest at the sight and took a deep breath of her own, letting the scent of the herbs fill her nose and lungs. The warmth of the room was a welcome change from the cool air of hall, and Vex felt a sudden surge of emotion sting at her eyes even as Percy led her to the edge of the tub.

“Have you always had your baths here?” Vex asked as they laid their clean clothes on a wooden bench, next to some thick towels.

“No,” Percy said with a grin, “Though this would technically be the bath for the Lord and Lady of Whitestone, it’s not exactly an easy task to fill it.”

“But it’s filled now.”

“With all of us here, Cassandra must have told the servants to fill all available baths – are you complaining?”

His tone was teasing, but Vex felt a couple tears run down her face and she tried to inconspicuously wipe the moisture from her cheeks instead of answering.

After a moment, Percy pulled her close and finished the job himself, then pulled her in for a gentle kiss, sweet and tender enough that it almost had her crying again.

As they broke apart she managed a smile and pulled away, thankful that he hadn’t said anything. She untangled the leather tie from the end of her braided hair and starting to unravel the mess before disrobing. The sooner they could get clean the better.

It didn’t take long for them to settle themselves in the bath, the heat of the water soaking into their aching muscles and scent of the herbs creating an earthy, yet simultaneously heady atmosphere. Vex sighed, letting herself sink until only her face was above the water, then pushing herself back up and reclining against the sanded white stone on the sides of the bath.

“You could nearly swim laps in here,” Vex murmured, stretching out her legs into the depressed center of the bath.

Percy chuckled, running wet fingers through his hair to make it stand up before he flattened it out again, the white strands turning grey with ash and dirt.

“My father had it made for my mother as a gift for their anniversary when I was younger – she grew up in a warmer climate than here, and while we took the occasional trip to a beach or lake before the twins were born, it was nice for them to have a place to relax together.”

“Sounds romantic,” Vex said, swallowing back a joke about what might actually have gone in the tub. She was all for jokes and sex most of the time, but the warm water was making her already groggy mind even foggier. So she closed her eyes instead and leaned against Percy’s shoulder, breathing deeply, the scent of gunpowder and ash mixing with the herbs infused in the water forming an intoxicating mix.

Percy hummed, his chest vibrating beneath her cheek, and he brought up his hand to rub her arm.

“I actually helped with some of the mechanics,” Percy continued, his thumb working out a knot in her shoulder. “We wanted to come up with an easier way of moving so much water up two flights of stairs, not to mention keeping it warm, so I came up with the idea for a reservoir that could be heated with fires. From there a set of pressure systems have switches that can be thrown to direct the water into different parts of the castle.”

“I love when you talk smart,” Vex murmured, and he chuckled, dropping a kiss on top of her head.

“Glad to hear it, as I do it often enough,” he replied, his arm tightening in a hug for a moment. “Though, should we wash up so you don’t fall asleep in the bath? And we should still eat something before going to bed.”

Vex grumbled, not even attempting to form actual words, but she pushed herself up. She did, however, take a moment to admire, not for the first time, the wiry and defined muscles on Percy’s physique. Given other circumstances she would have wanted to take advantage of their current situation and privacy, but her stomach growled and her limbs ached and yes, they probably should just hurry and wash up before someone else came knocking, ready to clean themselves up.

Percy handed her a bar of sweet-smelling soap and Vex gratefully started to scrub the black-brown stains of ash and blood from her body as he did the same. It went relatively quickly, and soon the water was dark with grime, with a thin layer of suds floating on top.

But when it came time to wash her back, when she tried to twist awkwardly to reach, Percy caught her hand in his and smiled at her confusion.

“Do you want me to get your back for you?”

Vex raised an eyebrow, but nodded (it would certainly be easier, and less taxing on her already spent muscles), and relinquished her soap and turned to face away from him.

When his calloused fingers dug beneath her shoulder blades, into literal knots of muscle, Vex gasped and braced an arm against the side of the bath, exhaling heavily.

Percy’s fingers relaxed and she felt him shift to her side, then saw his face in her periphery.

“Was that too much?”

“It was gorgeous, darling,” Vex assured him, dropping her head onto the side of the table, breathing out heavily once more. “Just unexpected. I certainly wouldn’t mind if you continued…”

She trailed off as he began again, and the pressure was welcome when she knew it was on its way. Humming, Vex took deep breaths as he worked, methodical as he always was, starting beneath her shoulders and working up to her neck and head, the soap making his fingers slide easily across her skin.

Vex felt herself relaxing more than she had in weeks, and hummed again as he brushed her hair to one side and kept moving up her spine. She let herself drift for a moment, but she snapped back to reality when she heard the distinctive sound of footfalls coming down the hall.

“Percy, I think we’re about to have a visitor,” she said, turning to look at the door.

“A visitor?”

“Your hearing might be shit from all those explosions, but trust me, darling,” she said, listening carefully to try and determine who it was.

After a moment the familiar tread was impossible to mistake, and Vex’s eyes widened, especially when the footsteps didn’t slow, even approaching the door.

He wasn’t going to knock. Nope.

“Fuck,” Vex said, before taking a deep breath in and ducking under the water.

It had been a long time since Vex had needed to hold her breath for anything, and when Vax stepped into the bath and then didn’t say anything for a good ten seconds she started to worry that they would all end up in a very awkward situation regardless of the potential topic of discussion.

Thankfully, Percy initiated conversation, and though the words were muddled by the water as Vex practically clung to his leg to keep from floating to the surface, she caught something about her brother being weird. Then Vax said something about them being different, though she wasn’t sure who was different from whom.  

“I would agree, although, again, I’m in a bath at the moment.”

Vex was careful not to chuckle at the emphasis Percy put in his crisp words, and she pinched her nose in case she was tempted to breathe in.

The air above her was eerily silent, and Vex wanted to sigh at her brother’s roundabout ways of talking to people.

“Cut to it,” Percy said after a moment, Vex making a brief mental note to do something particularly nice for her boyfriend when all was said and done with the Conclave. “I was really working on something,” he continued, and Vex hugged his calf tighter, her cheek resting against his kneecap.

Her brother started talking, his voice too low to carry to her ears no matter how hard she tried. Vex felt the first sign of tightness in her chest as her lungs started to run out of oxygen and she tapped Percy’s leg, hoping he would get the message to hurry things up.

He didn’t say anything, though, besides making some noise of assent in Vax’s direction.

“Now I have a sister, and we fight constantly, so I expect to do that with you,” Vax said, just a bit louder. Vex wasn’t sure where their conversation went from there, however, as her lungs began screaming just a bit louder than the voices above her and it took all she had to stay underwater. She also had a terrible urge to cough, the ash from Thordak’s lair certainly stuck in her throat still.

Vex caught something about family from Percy, and she tapped his leg again, more urgently, and hoped her would hurry Vax the fuck out of there. A couple bubbles escaped her lips and she used the hand that was pinching her nose to cover her mouth as well.

What felt like ages later she finally heard a splash as Vax left the tub and then the muffled sound of a door closing, which she took as her cue.

“Oh, thank god!” she exclaimed, taking a deep breath, then another. “I thought he’d never leave!”

She coughed, then looked up at Percy, who had a thoughtful smile on his face, and she smacked his leg underwater.

“Could you not understand my frantic tapping on your leg?”

“There really wasn’t much I could do to hurry the talk along,” Percy said, still grinning. “I am sorry about that. But your brother took over thirty seconds to get to even a decent point for conversation, after sitting down, let alone what he was actually here to talk about.”

“Which was what?” Vex asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

“He called me his brother,” Percy said, looking over toward the door. “And said that he was glad to have me here.”

“He called you ‘brother’ to your face?” Vex asked, starting to rethink her earlier assumptions about Vax’s state of mind.

“He did.”

“That’s an accomplishment.”

“Is it?” Percy asked, turning back to look at her.

“How many times has he said that to you in living memory?” Vex asked, twirling a bit of her hair around a finger as she bit her lip and contemplated the situation before her. “He never says things like that out loud. He must like you.”

She winked at him then, and he rolled his eyes, making her chuckle.

“Honestly though,” Vex said, turning so she could sit beside him again. “I’m surprised he said anything at all.”

Percy only hummed a bit, bringing up one hand to tangle it through her hair as they sat there, the water starting to cool perceptibly.

“We’ve been making amends for a while,” Percy said after a moment.

Vex, glancing up, saw his gaze was fixed again on the door to the hallway.

“I think that might have been the closest thing to an apology I’m going to get,” he continued, his fingers dropping to her shoulder and squeezing gently. “Or, perhaps, it was forgiveness.”

“It seems to be making its rounds,” Vex said, nodding and laying her head on Percy’s shoulder again. She felt several emotions well up in her chest, predominantly relief and peace, though other feelings were mixed into the basket. Vex felt tears well up in her eyes for about the twentieth time that day.

She sniffed a couple times, and Percy shifted to look down at her.

“Are you alright?”

Vex nodded, taking a deep breath and sitting up, her vision a little blurry, but she could still see Percy’s face, crumpled and frowning as it was.

“I think so,” she said truthfully. The cold tension that had been set in her chest since falling unconscious in Thordak’s lair had thawed a great deal in the warm water and next to Percy. Her muscles were still sore, but she didn’t feel like she might fall over if she tried to stand, and she no longer felt the need to simultaneously run from everyone and pull them into a group hug.

“It’s been a long day,” she said after a moment of thought. “And it’s going to be a long one after we sleep, I’m sure. But for now I’m hanging in there.”

“I think we all are,” Percy said, brushing some hair out of her face and behind one of her ears. “And that’s all we’re going to be able to do until everything’s calmed down.”

“Will it ever calm down?” Vex found herself asking, with a bit more desperation than she had intended. “I mean, we had a little time here after defeating the Briarwoods, but we’ve never had time to just sit and relax. Not since the Underdark, practically. We’ve always had something to do.”

“We can only hope,” said Percy, a wry smile touching his lips. “Though we do seem to attract more trouble than we’re worth, don’t we?”

“It’s ridiculous,” Vex agreed, shaking her head.

“We’re ridiculous.”

Vex actually snorted, then began laughing out loud, Percy joining her after only a moment. It was hard to stop once she had started, the remaining tension of the past couple days fully dispersing in the presence of such amusement, and when they finally stopped it took her a moment to get her breath back.

“That we are,” she said with a cough, still smiling. Percy’s face mirrored her mood and she shook her head, leaning forward to press her lips to his. He returned the pressure with a gentle enthusiasm, and when they pulled away both of them were still smiling. Vex found herself staring into Percy’s eyes, the rainstorm hue of his irises sparkling in the light of the gas lamps set around the room, and he stared back for a long moment, until he leaned forward and kissed her forehead again.

“Would you like me to wash your hair for you?” he asked, pulling back.

Vex looked down at some of the hair trailing down her chest, part of it coated with ash despite being underwater and some of it matted.

“I can’t say I wouldn’t,” she said, smiling. “Though I would prefer if you were quick about it – it’s starting to get cold here.”

“Mmmm,” Percy hummed, dropping his hands to her shoulders and gently spinning her in place, then encouraging her to lean her head back and get her hair wet once again. “And hopefully the others managed to take their baths quicker than the two of us. We’ve taken quite the bath.”

“Fuck it,” she said as Percy pushed her head up again and she let him start scrubbing soap onto the ends of her hair. “We fought a dragon today.”

“We all fought a dragon today,” Percy reminded her, his fingers moving up through her hair until they reached her scalp.

“Details, details,” Vex said, biting her lip at the sensation of strong fingers working their way through her hair.

“Important details.”

“Mmhmm,” Vex agreed, not really in the mood for a coherent response. Percy’s fingers danced their way across her scalp with stunning strength and pressure, almost as if they were tracing patterns in heavy sand.

It didn’t take him long to finish, thorough and efficient as he was, and all too soon he had a hand on either temple, guiding her head backwards to wash the suds from her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair again and again, rinsing out the soap and inspiring a warmth to fill Vex’s chest in the silence.

When he finished he let her know, and she sat up, running her fingers through her hair and squeezing out some of the excess water.

“Thank you,” she said, turning back to face him. She tried to put more meaning into the words than a simple thanks for washing her hair, and by his smile she hoped she had succeeded.

“Anytime,” he replied, his voice low, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I count on it.”

Their lips met again in a soft kiss, chaste and quick, and Vex shivered slightly.

“I think it’s time to return to the rest,” Percy said, and Vex reluctantly agreed, slipping out of the bath after Percy and wrapping herself in a large towel.

After she’d dried off Vex slipped into her loose clothes and glanced at her leather armor, coated in filth and ash.

“We can have the servants take care of that,” Percy said, stepping up behind her. “I’ll let them know it’s here, and they can have it cleaned and polished before we wake.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s their job,” he pointed out, “And besides, we need time to both eat and sleep before our next battle. So let’s make the most of it, shall we?”

He held out his hand, and she took it.

“I think I can do that,” she said, smiling, as they headed toward the hall.

[jonasmaurer]

Disney Magic: Miami to Bahamas and Castaway Cay

Sharing our experience on the Disney Magic from Miami to the Bahamas and Castaway Cay.

Hi friends! Happy Monday! How was the weekend? I hope you had a great one. We’ve been enjoying Tucson’s spring-like weather and spending lots of time outside. We spent Saturday afternoon at the petting zoo and headed to Trail Dust Town to ride the rides before tacos and margaritas at Calle Tepa. Sunday, the girls had a birthday party and I also finally made our way through the epic mountain of unpacking + laundry from last week. I feel like I can *kinda* start the week caught up a bit on life.

For today’s post, I wanted to share a recap of our cruise!! It was our second Disney cruise and it didn’t disappoint. Disney just does so many things right: the experiences, dining, staff, cleanliness, everything is just top notch. I didn’t think we’d ever be “cruise people” – as a person with anxiety the very thought of being stuck in a boat in the middle of the ocean scares the sh*t out of me – and we’re officially obsessed. It’s our favorite way to travel right now. We get to see new places as a family, all while enjoying shows, characters, incredible dining and amenities, and even get some couple time since the kids LOVE kids club.

Here’s a recap of our trip!

Disney Magic: Miami to Bahamas and Castaway Cay

The Disney Cruise experience

We flew to Miami for this cruise and the entire boarding process was seamless. Since it was our second cruise, we were able to board the boat early, so we went straight to the pool. This was the quietest time at the pool during the entire cruise. (Pro tip: keep your swimsuits and a change of clothes in your backpack since you check your luggage at the port and don’t get it until a few hours later, when it’s waiting at your room.)

We previously cruised on the Disney Wonder and the Magic is the sister ship. The layout is almost exactly the same – the names of some of the lounges and restaurants are different – and it was nice to get on board and already know where everything was. After our swim, we grabbed lunch from Cabana’s and the girls at ice cream on the top deck until we checked into our rooms.

The rooms are pretty small, but I feel like they really maximize the space you do have. (We opted for a Deluxe Oceanview room which has a large porthole and split bathrooms.) The couch in the room transforms to a bunk bed for the kids – the stateroom host sets it up each night and puts everything back in the morning – and you can slide your suitcases under the bed. While the rooms are smaller, the beds are extremely comfortable and you have everything you need.

Our stateroom host surprised us with chocolates and towel animals each night, in addition to pirate bandanas and some extra little treats.

Dining options on the Disney Magic

The dining on the ship is out of control. It’s literally everything you could ever wish for, 24/7. Room service is included – you just need to tip – so if you want a Mickey bar delivered at midnight, you can live your best life and go for it. The dinner is on a rotation basis, so you dine at Animator’s Palate, Rapunzel’s, and Lumiere’s, and alternate each night. There are two seating options (5:45 and 8:30) and if you want to get Cabana’s, a quick bite, or room service, you’re not obligated to attend your seating time.

Here’s a rundown of the different restaurants and what they offer:

Cabana’s: Buffet for breakfast, lunch and dinner daily. They have everything you could ever wish for, plus different international dishes: chicken congee, Indian curries, Mexican food, so many different options. This is a great choice for breakfast because you don’t have to sit down at a restaurant and wait. You wake up, head to deck 9, and breakfast is waiting for you. Mickey waffles, omelettes, fruit, oatmeal, corned beef hash, breakfast potatoes, eggs, sausage, smoked salmon, pancakes, pastries, yogurt, and smoothies were available daily for breakfast, in addition to so many other things.

Daisy’s: Daisy’s De-lights includes more quick bite options like wraps, sandwiches, salads, soups, fresh chopped fruit, and you can also build a bowl from different healthy ingredients (lettuce, veggies, lentils, sun-dried tomatoes, etc.). We liked this for quick and easy lunches by the pool. Each day, the girls ate a fruit plate from Daisy’s with pineapple, cantaloupe, honeydew, and grapes.

Pinocchio’s: Pizza, veggie burgers, hot dogs, chicken tenders, and fries. The girls had pizza daily while we were there and everything is cooking out by the pool. I don’t remember seeing this but the Pilot said that next to Pinocchio’s they had gyros and falafel!

Formal dinner options: (the menus give you a choice for appetizer, salad/soup, entree, and dessert. You can mix and match as you like! For example, you can order two appetizers for your meal, skip the salad course, or order different entrees for the table to share.)

Rapunzel’s: Rapunzel’s was one of the more formal dining options. When we ate at Rapunzel’s, it was also Pirate Night, so the meal options were more creole style. I’m not sure what the regular menu looks like, but the food was excellent.

Lumiere’s: This is a French-style restaurant. I had some insanely delicious horseradish crusted salmon, lobster, and a salad. Liv was able to order escargots, which is one of her favorite foods.

Animator’s Palate: Animator’s was our first night on the ship and didn’t disappoint. For the longer cruises, they give you special placemats to draw a person. At the end of the night, they project all of the drawings onto the walls and make them dance to music. It’s SO fun! While they didn’t do that this time, they still had a special light show and sorcerer Mickey made an appearance.

They had this gluten-free chocolate walnut cake that was FROM MY DREAMS.

Dinner at Palo

While we were on the ship, we also had the opportunity to dine at the adult’s only restaurant, Palo. (You can make reservations for brunch or dinner.) It’s an upcharge of $40 per person plus any alcohol or specialty drinks, which felt extremely low considering everything they offered. They even wheeled a charcuterie cart around the restaurant and you could pick what you wanted!

Everything was wonderful, but the star of the show is the chocolate soufflé. The Pilot and I agreed that it was in the top three of best desserts we’ve ever had.

Entertainment and activities on board

There are SO many activities on the ship, from character greetings, to BINGO, to dance parties, silent discos, karaoke, and live Broadway-style shows. We were at the pool for a few hours each day, watching movies on the top deck, swimming, and snacking, before heading back inside to grab dinner.

We saw two shows on the ship – Tangled and Twice Charmed – and while they weren’t our favorites (the live shows at the parks are better quality), the girls LOVED them. We also did almost every round of BINGO and won once, which was exciting.

Castaway Cay

Everyone told us that Castaway Cay was incredible but I didn’t fully understand until we were there. The island is surrounded by clear, turquoise water, and there are lounge chairs and umbrellas as far as you can see. The sand is insanely soft, and the kiddos can borrow inner tubes, snorkel equipment and life jackets. You can also rent jet skis, paddle boats, kayaks, and paddle boards. They have full restaurants on the island (all included), the famous ice cream stands (you can make yourself an ice cream cone on the ship any time of day. They always have chocolate and vanilla and will rotate in a special flavor, like mango or strawberry), an entire stand of fresh chopped fruit (the mango was SOOOO fresh and good), kids club, a spa, luaus, and activities.

They have a 5k that morning that I registered to do, but it was raining and windy so I skipped it. The weather calmed down just enough for the girls to spend a couple of hours playing the water and building sand castles. It started to pour, so we hit under an umbrella until it blew over. Then, we had lunch at the restaurant (BBQ food with burgers, chicken, veggie burgers, sausages, potato salad, chips, coleslaw, and cookies, along with fresh fruit) and had the best time. I can’t wait to make it back one of these days!!

What to pack for a Disney Cruise

For this cruise, it was much warmer (in the 80s!!) so I only brought a jacket or hoodie for each of us. We wore an outfit for breakfast, our swimsuits and coverups all afternoon while we were at the pool, and then another outfit for dinner.

If you book a Disney cruise, I would absolutely check out what themed nights they’re doing. (Sometimes they do a Marvel night or Pirate Night, or there might by princess greetings or character breakfasts.) Our themed night was Pirate Party, so naturally, we all dressed up like pirates. The last night of the cruise is usually formal night, which can range from full sparkly dresses to just a cute dress and sandals. Really anything goes.

Some of my favorite things to pack for a cruise:

– Pop-up hamper (this is a game changer, especially for longer cruises. It makes it so easy to put your dirty clothes in one spot and just haul the entire basket to the laundry room)

– Laundry pods. I love bringing home a suitcase full of clean clothes! It’s less depressing to unpack when the clothes are clean.

– Door magnets. There are so many cute ones on Etsy!

– Your own sand bucket and beach toys. They have them on the island but so much easier and less expensive to bring your own.

– Placard Originals princess dresses. The girls have amassed quite the collection over the years. I love that they’re play fabrics instead of the itchy shiny fabrics that are usually used for princess costumes

– You can check out my full packing list for Disney Wonder to Alaska here!

Have you been on a cruise? Where did you go?

What’s the #1 place on your travel bucket list?

xo

Gina

More:

Disney Wonder Alaska Cruise Recap

Girls’ Disney trip

Liv’s first trip to Disneyland 

Note: This post isn’t sponsored and we paid for all travel and accommodations. We use Costco Travel for cruises and highly recommend it!

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