really he's in a speedo

Mystic Messenger Poolside

I lied I enjoy these because they are short. I dunno just the RFA at the pool . I’m making this up as i go along. I am desperate for warmer weather and long pool days where you can just relax, read a book, and try not to get eaten by bugs. Maybe I will do more of these this was relatively painless to write and these are cute little scenarios. I can see the appeal now.


Yoosung

  • he is the typical college male
  • a normal body, not well toned but not chubby either guy is probably self-conscious
  • he has to take out his bobby pins to go into the pool
  • has goofy patterned swim trunks with animals on them, or LOLOL themed
  • immediately jumps into the pool with no hesitation trying to make the biggest splash possible
  • if MC is laying out he splashes her for laughs
  • MC pulls him around in the water as he floats
  • MC and Yoosung attempt to climb into the same raft ending in someone being thrown off the side into the deep end
  • probably hold competitions on who can hold their breath the longest
  • hes not bad at diving off the diving board but he still manages to splash everywhere

Zen

  • the pool god himself
  • the best part is watching him peel off his shirt and reveal those chiseled abs and perfect body, and he loves knowing that probably everyone is watching him
  • he could pull off the Speedo if he really wanted to, however that for private time only, he sticks to board shorts like every other guy at the pool
  • if you ask nicely for him to be your pool boy he will gladly put on the Speedo if you wanted
  • probably uses the oil “lotion” by the pool because his body glistens in the sun
  • when you both are in the water he enjoys poking your sides and letting you float in his arms
  • but if Jumin challenges him to a duel via chicken fight you best bet you are getting on his shoulders and are going to win. there is no way he would ever forgive himself if he lost to Jumin
  • as beautiful and talented as this man is, he is a horrible diver off the diving board. He is a fumbling flopping figure dropping into the water. 
  • he enjoys a few pool beers in a raft
  • will casually swim laps as part of his workout routine when it is warmer out
  • always reassures you that you are beautiful even when you feel self-conscious. 
  • its also easier for him to just pull the string to your bikini bottoms to have you completely naked.

Jaehee

  • the one piece bikini, or tank-ini wearer 
  • MC would have to steal all her one pieces to get her to wear a two piece 
  • probably wears a huge hat by the pool
  • would rather read a book in a float than actually swim
  • will probably lose her mind if someone tried to flip her
  • hugs MC from behind in the water
  • always gets out every 2 hours to apply SPF 60 and makes sure that MC uses it to
  • MC helps Jaehee apply those hard to reach places and she returns the favor
  • the most competent and graceful diver into the pool
  • when she is alone she likes to put on her swim cap and swim a few laps when she has time

Seven

  • the one who has to put on a crap ton of sunscreen just to sit outside because redheads burn easily in the sun
  • similar to Yoosung will immediately throw himself into the water
  • his goal is to get MC wet 
  • if MC is in a float you can bet she is 100% going to get flipped
  • tries to perfect his cannon ball and measures its effectiveness by MC screaming at him for getting her wet
  • will drag MC into the pool even if she is holding onto the gate for dear life will throw her over his shoulder and drag her into the pool
  • just don’t expect to stay dry
  • when you try to get back at him by holding hands and jumping into the pool you both count to three and neither of you jump. You both laugh and attempt it again counting to three. Neither of you jump. the third time you tell yourself you are going to just push him in. You both count to three holding each others hands, and neither of you jump. You immediately charger after him and he doges your moves and your momentum takes you straight into the pool. 
  • he fell laughing so hard at MC
  • will play little games with MC in the pool
  • MC carries him around the pool when he is more calm

Jumin 

  • hes perfect too
  • SPF 60 does not want to burn in the sun and he brings out a hat to protect his face
  • helps MC apply her sunscreen and allows MC to run her hands up and down his chest and back. Not that MC is complaining
  • he spends a decent amount of time in and out of the pool and under the umbrella
  • MC catches him staring at her a lot while she is sitting on the edge of the pool
  • has a waterproof watch on that he wears around water
  • has a tumbler for wine on the go 
  • buys the best outdoor furniture, rafts, and luxuries for the pool
  • loves to hold MC in his arms and run his hands over her body
  • buys her nice bikinis he thinks will flatter her
  • she rarely wears the scantly clad ones around others but saves those for when her and Jumin are in one of those days where they cant keep their hands off of each other

V

  • hesitant to get into the water because his vision is failing him
  • it was too hot outside for him to stay indoors waiting around until his surgery date came around
  • MC held his hand as they walked into the pool from the steps
  • both let out a sigh in relief from the hot summer sun
  • MC let V feel his way around the pool and teasing him slightly by splashing him with water
  • hot dad #2 
  • this man was perfect 
  • when V was nodding off in a pool float MC grabbed his camera and snapped a few shots of him in the pool and his blue hair
  • V sound asleep started rolling off of the raft and woke himself up abruptly with cold water
  • V likes to pull MC close to his chest kissing the top of her head as his fingers trail up her back
  • V may or may not have purposely pulled her bikini top strings
  • he was lucky that he was partially blind he couldn’t see

Saeran

  • Hates the pool
  • will sit under an umbrella with his headphones in listening to his music or reading something
  • when MC comes out in her bikini hes more willing to get into the water if shes going in
  • she makes sure he keeps applying sunscreen so he doesn’t burn to a crisp
  • if his brother visits at the pool they more than likely will get into a wrestling match trying to throw one another into the pool and eventually they both will fall in.
  • probably splash each other to the death
  • he enjoys eating his ice cream and watching MC float around in the pool
  • when he does decide to get in he likes to give MC a ride on his back carrying her around the pool area 
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So I’m doing this for two reasons.  The first is totally the speedos I’ll leave to your imagination, but the second is to remind myself (as I sit here slowly turning into an icicle) that there is such a thing as heat and sunshine and summertime because right now they are only a pale memory.

@loveactually-rps said: Hi, for the prompt, can you please write - bodyguard (Derek) gets sent flying by giant, hairy, nearly naked attacker - passes out and client (Stiles) laughs and proceeds to kick the guys ass. 

I honestly don’t know what happened, but this became a Neckz ‘n’ Throats AU while so being a president’s son!Stiles fic, and there’s also mentions of BDSM?  *Shrugs*

Stiles doesn’t need a bodyguard, no matter how much his dad thinks otherwise.  He can take care of himself.  It doesn’t matter that he’s the newly elected president’s step-son, no one has ever tried to kill/kidnap/maim him ever before, (okay, so maybe Jackson tried with the maiming, but that stopped after graduation.)

In the end, he’s right on the one account, very wrong on the other, because Stiles has fanboys.  Like run after the Town car, screaming their heads off, tearing out their hair, trying to just get a look at him, fanboys.

And Stiles is not talking young teenagers, which he could understand considering he is a healthy twenty-five year old man with impeccable hair—and because of Lydia—amazing style.  No, his fanboys are usually men, in their thirties to forties, typically big, and quite often hairy as all heck.  

Stiles is pretty sure how he started attracting that specific demographic, and it probably has to do with the skin mags he used to pose for in college, long before his dad married Melissa and she became president.

What were they called?  Something along the lines of Neckz ‘n’ Twinks, or maybe Bearz ‘n’ Throats.  Oh well.  All he knows is that the White House publicist starts foaming at the mouth with rage whenever he goes anywhere near her.  He’s starting to think she really doesn’t like him.

As it is, the aforementioned bodyguard hired by his dad is pretty much useless, if not nice to look at.  And, boy, is he nice to look at.  All hazel eyes and gloomy looks, Derek Hale is a fox in a suit.  Stiles gets the vapours anytime he comes near, and since he’s around Stiles pretty much 24/7, Stiles has practically become a Victorian lady, with the fainting and the hankies, goddamn, so many hankies.

He’s at a convention in Portland when all hell finally breaks loose and a big hairy guy wearing a speedo with his face on it—which creeps Stiles out a tad too much—manages to push past all the secret service dudes and pounces.

Derek shields him with his body, but he’s no match for the raw power that is creepy speedo guy, and he’s flung to the side, landing on a pile of spectators—ouchie—knocked out cold.

Stiles might say many bad things about Derek, but no one messes with his staff like that.  

The guy approaches uncapped sharpie in hand, one of Stiles’ old skin mags in the other, practically salivating at the mouth, and Stiles holds up one hand, right in the guy’s face.

“Stop.”

The guy stops.

“That wasn’t very nice,”  Stiles scolds.

The guy blinks.

“You hurt a lot of people.”  Stiles gestures around him.  “Violence, is never the answer, dude.  It’s messy and everyone ends up hurt.  Most of all you, cause you must be crazy if you think I’m giving you my autograph now.”

The guy whimpers.

“Go help my secret agent man up.”  Stiles points to Derek and the guy goes and does his bidding, helping a very groggy looking Derek to his feet.  “You good, Der?”  Stiles asks, worried, and Derek gives him a thumbs up, but Stiles sure as heck doesn’t trust him to not not keep working even with a concussion.

He turns to Parrish.  “Check and see if the idiot is really okay, and you.”  He points to speedo guy.  “Apologize to all these people.”

After a long, heartfelt apology, hotel security finally escorts speedo guy out.  Stiles is ushered up to the room in a sea of black suits, just in case some other fanboy shows up out of nowhere.

Derek’s sitting on the bed, ice-pack to his forehead, when Stiles goes to join him, clapping him on the back.  “How’s the bump?”

“Just dandy,”  Derek mutters.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself.”  Stiles reassures him.  “It could have happened to anyone.”

“If the guy hadn’t listened to you…”  Derek trails off.

“But he did.”

“If he didn’t, though.”

“Did I ever tell you about the types of skin mags I used to pose for?”  

Derek shakes his head.  

“BDSM,”  Derek stares at him, mouth gaping.  “Why do you think Melissa’s publicist wants my head on a platter?  Everyone in politics has been involved in a sex scandal, Derek.  But not everyone has posed for photographs sitting on top of big dudes in latex suits with a whip in hand.”

Derek mouth opens and shuts a few times, and Stiles shrugs.

“Do you still do it?”

Out of all the things Stiles expected Derek to say, he never thought that would leave his lips.

“Why?  You interested?”

Derek’s face floods with blood, and Stiles grins.  Oh yeah, he’s interested.  

Ex swimmer who has gotten soft and unfit making an attempt to lose all the extra weight he’s packed on, he can really see it around his stomach and he is embarrassed by how small his speedo has gotten, already gotten a few looks by old teammates.

Five of us travelled to California for a week in the sun, Jon, myself, his girlfriend and 2 other
guys.  The twist of fate started when we arrived and Jon's luggage failed to
turn up.  The airline gave him $100 to buy some stuff until it was due to
arrive on the next flight.  We checked into a motel.  After the first night,
Jon said he would meet us at the beach while he went to buy some clothes.  I
went with him to pick up a newspaper.  In the beach store Jon was gutted to
find that they had no swimshorts, only speedos!  I tried not to laugh when I
saw his discomfort - it just wasn't what real men wore according to Jon.  I
couldn't wait to see him in them - I had never seen him wear anything tight
fitting.  He went off looking for an alternative while I returned to the
beach.

I met the other guys at the beach where I, like the other guys was wearing
some knee length shorts.  I was reading when Jon turned up at the beach and,
knowing what he had to show, I couldn't wait for him to remove his baggy
cargo shorts. His beefy rump really pushed out the back of the blue speedos, and he
clearly revealed his full package out the front.  I couldn't take my eyes
off him, thank god for my shades which hid what I was looking at.  Jon took
a lot of ribbing from the group (including his girlfriend).  We all went
into the water and Jon's mate Mark really started ribbing him, including
swimming underwater and trying to pull down the speedos, but they were too
tight fitting to just be pulled down.

When Jon came out of the water it was even better, the trunks glistened in
the sun and had shrunk in the water to fit his tidy package and squeeze
those butt cheeks.  I could tell he was embarrassed as he lay face down for
most of the time outside.