#listen. I know these were supposed to be done in July but (insert shrug emoji here)

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11. Barefoot

Harry'd never seen Draco with a single hair, a single button out of place.

It was fucking hot, if Harry was being honest, which why wouldn't he be? At least in the privacy of his own head.

Draco was always posh, always pristine; tailored robes and tailored suits, shoes always shined, platinum hair in a perfectly coiffed undercut. It drove Harry wild; desperate to muss him up a bit.

And nothing. Absolutely nothing could have prepared him for what he was currently seeing.

Draco Malfoy was standing by the pool, a strand of (silky, soft) hair hanging over his eye, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his (ridiculously toned) chest, his linen trousers rolled up to expose his (unfairly delicate) ankles. And he was barefoot.

Godric. Harry didn't have a thing for feet but something about seeing Draco's made him want to fall to the ground at his feet and never move. They were very pretty, honestly; delicate, long, slender, with graceful high arches. And it made him look strangely vulnerable.

Harry ached with it.

"Potter," Draco said, long fingers snapping at him.

His eyes snapped up to Draco's face to find the other man smiling at him in that peculiar way he did sometimes. All exasperated fondness, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Mmm?" he managed inelegantly.

"How drunk are you? It's like you were staring through me into all of time and space," he chuckled as he planted himself beside Harry on the edge of the pool and dipped his feet into the water.

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"Very," Harry lied because he couldn't very well admit that he'd just been staring longingly at Draco's feet.

Draco tilted his head toward the drink in Harry's hand, "What do you spike sparkling water with?"

Harry blinked over at him, he always forgot how bloody observant the other man was. "Vodka," he lied quickly.

The corner of Draco's mouth curved up and he took a breath but then seemed to think better of it. "Everyone's around the fire pit," he commented.

"Yes," he agreed.

"Except you."

He hummed, not sure what response Draco was looking for from him.

"And me," he added.

Harry turned his head so he could look at him properly.

"Are you actually drunk, Harry?"

He swallowed, wondering what his answer should be, wondering what Draco wanted him to say. "Why?" is what came out of his mouth a few seconds later.

"Because you're even more forthcoming when you're drunk than usual."

It was his turn to smile at the other man, "What are you hoping I'll say?"

Draco stared at him for a long moment before wrapping his lips around the mouth of his beer bottle and finishing it in one long pull.

He couldn't help but watch the way his neck muscles worked as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. The urge to lean in, to lick, to suck, to nibble on the other man's long neck was almost overpowering.

Then, when he'd finished his beer he stood up and Harry shifted back on his hands so he could see what he was doing.

Draco's fingers went to the buttons on his shirt and Harry's mouth went dry, his own fingers tingling with desire. He made quick work of them before pulling his shirt off, and Harry was met with the sight of a lightly muscled chest, and two petal pink nipples. Harry's mouth had dropped open but he didn't really think there was anything he could possibly do to stop it.

When he finally managed to draw his eyes upward, Draco was smirking at him, one eyebrow raised. "I'm going to go for a swim," he said, and his hands moved to his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping before hooking his thumbs in the waistband and pulling them off. He stood there for one moment, in nothing but a pair of very tight boxers that left little to the imagination, before saying, "join me?" and jumping into the pool.

Harry sat there stunned, uncertain if he was hallucinating (it wouldn't be the first time he'd accidentally eaten a hallucinogen at Luna's), and feeling like he must be losing his entire mind.

But what a way to go, he couldn't help but think as Draco resurfaced and finger combed his hair back out of his eyes. He watched as a drop of water rolled down his high cheek bone, then down his neck, sluicing along his clavicle, before dripping into the pool. He tread water and stared at Harry, waiting.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

A look of hurt flashed in his eyes before he covered it, so quickly that if Harry hadn't spent decades of his life watching Draco, he would have missed it.

"I mean," he swallowed, might as well at this point, "you're not just fucking with me?"

"How would this be fucking with you?" Draco asked, spreading his arms wide.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and stood to yank down his shorts before jumping in after Draco. When he popped his head back above the water, Draco was only a few feet away, watching him with a little smile at the corner of his mouth. "You should know," he said conversationally, "that I am not a terribly good swimmer."

Draco was at his side a heartbeat later, hands bracketing Harry's ribs as he buoyed him to the surface a bit, treading and keeping himself afloat with only his legs. "I'm a very good swimmer," he murmured, his voice low and a bit rough.

"Tell me why we're swimming together," he blurted.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, head tilting to the side like he was really trying to understand the puzzle that Harry was.

"Not to me," he replied.

Draco re-angled his body a bit and pushed Harry backward, swimming until Harry's back hit the side of the pool and then pressing their bodies together. "Luna had a drink," he said.

Harry, whose head was very much elsewhere, attempting to catalogue the hard planes of Draco's body pressed against his own, made a vague "Oh?" sound.

He nodded, "Had a bit of felix in it, apparently."

"And-" Harry started, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Draco to continue.

"It led me to you," he murmured. "And honestly?"

He nodded, trying not to let his mind race to improbable conclusions.

"I've fancied you for ages."

"You have?" he blurted, looking between Draco's eyes, trying to discern any semblance of an untruth.

"I have," he murmured, bending forward so that his lips brushed over Harry's jaw. "The only question is whether you feel the same."

"How is that a question?" he asked, tipping his head back to allow Draco's mouth to brush tantalizingly over his skin. "Of course I do."

"Do you?" he asked, voice just a little afraid, "or is it the alcohol?"

"I'm not drunk," he said, cupping Draco's cheek and drawing him back far enough that they could look at each other. "I had one beer, two hours ago."

"So it wouldn't be taking advantage if I kissed you?"

Harry didn't think, didn't say another word, he just wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and pulled him in closer so their lips could touch.

The other man's body surged against his, kissing him deep and slow in a way that made Harry feel like he was floating through the universe, the only thing tethering him was the hard wall of the pool against his back.

Merlin only knew how long they might have gone on kissing if it weren't for the sound of merrymakers coming up from the fire pit. But as it was, Draco pulled back and said, "I really don't particularly want to see anyone else."

"Me either," he replied, glancing over his shoulder.

"Come back to mine?" he offered. "We don't have to-"

He leaned in and kissed him again, giddy with the possibility of more time together, of more kisses. "Yes," he murmured against Draco's lips. "Let's just figure out the rest once we get there."

"You're sure?"

Harry laughed, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

And it wasn't until the sun was peaking through the blinds in Draco's living room the next morning that either of them remembered they'd left their clothes lying on the deck by the pool.

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#listen. I know these were supposed to be done in July but (insert shrug emoji here) #is this one out of order? also yes. #my summer got a little bit blown up #and the author is practicing being kind to herself so she's not going to apologize. life is a lot sometimes and i am small. #drarry #love #soft #Harry is besotted #i don't make the rules #fluff #harry is thirsty and not for water #pool #confident draco #yes.

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We need some angst [We didn't we totally didn't but Mod Kaede will oblige] THE DEAD MEME IS BACK, BACK FOR NOW I'M SO FUCKING SORRY, I WAS BUSY IN JULY HANGING WITH MY FAM. I HAVE NO EXCUSES FOR AUGUST I WAS JUST LAZY FOR DAYS AND I AM SORRY BUT I AM BACK. BACK FROM THE DEAD AGAIN. HOPEFULLY I'LL STAY ALIVE THIS TIME Also thanksssssss andromeda773 probably won't be the same for a while for these requests tho :,) Last words I say before I stall any longer Fuck school Shuichi Saihara -He's crying, he's shaking, he's being a complete crybaby he doesn't care though -He's holding your hand as if it's the end of the world, repeating the same apology under his breath -He didn't know that someone poisoned his tea, he didn't know that when you warned him -And now your unconscious barely hanging onto life -You told him if you don't make it survive for you, to not regret anything that happened -But he regrets everything already and he just wants to hear you tell him it's okay already -The worst part about this is that he's wearing his hat again, the hat he promised to never hide under again -He made that promise to you didn't he? -He should be ashamed for doing this, but he doesn't feel ashamed for his actions in the very least -He just wonder how he can ever face your glance at him if you survive this -He lowers his hat trying to hide the tears streaming down his face -:,) Ouma Kokichi -"Pathetic, they really sacrificed themselves for me thinking I cared! Nishnishi~ Of course that was a lie~" -"Seriously they actually pushed me so I wouldn't get stabbed! I feel a bit bad for my dear S/O-Chan though..." -"That was a lie~!l -"I hope they never wake up again actually, yeah that be one less annoyance to deal with wouldn't it?" -"Yeah... One less annoyance, yep.. Everyone here's just in my way of surviving~! Haha~!" -Lies -He's lying to himself and he knows it -His expression isn't matching his words at all, he's friggin crying and he can't even smile -Worse of all now he's sounding out of character -If that even is his real character he's forgotten what his true nature was long ago though -But he doesn't bother correcting himself he just wipes the tears falling down his face -"Jeez... If I can't even lie how can I call myself a liar~?" -"But that's okay because S/O is totally gonna. survive! And once they live we can go back to normal and I can lie again!" -"Yayyyy~!" "Even as I liar I can tell the truth once in a while~" -Everything just said is a lie -:,) -(Just gonna keep posting :,) emoji's) Kiibo -Ḣ̸͇͎̮͇̽́͝õ̶̩ŵ̶̩̤͎̫̌̋̿̄̔̾̍.̴̧̨̦͉̮̱̙̫̝̮̜͒̊̒͆̅̈́̒͝.̴̡̢͖̩̮̪̩̫͚̰͖̳͓͗͌̈͒̆̑́͛̇̀̐́.̵̢̛͓̪̩̱̬͉̜̳̘́̀̽͐̄͒̃̍̐̋̓́̕ͅ ̸̨͙̳̰̻͉̺̬͙͓̭̖͈̀̄̆̆̎͘͝s̶̟̣̹̾̈́͌t̵̡̼̤̲̠̞̟̪̗͇͕̯͉̀͒r̸̦͔̩͇̦̞̰͓͎̅̈́͌̆͛̒̎̐́̅̊̈́å̸̡̢̦̠̠̈͂̈́͐n̴̡̨̛̬̝̙̘̠̰̺̹̺͙̲͈͈̊̓̈͋̑̾̂̚g̸̠͚̪̍͊̄̂͆̋͒̍͌ë̴̛̫̬̖̗̺͙͉͉̣͎͉́̀̕ͅ -"I'm having a malfuction? How... strange.." -"I̵̧̦̠̤̣̝̪̗͎̳̥̻̿̈̋̄̍̏͘ ̶̧̘̙̱̙̰͔̦̹̥̲̯͙̒̔́́͋ǫ̵̘͕̘͓̰̫͖͂̚n̵̡̼̪̺͍̩͎̯̳̱̭͇̐̇̋͊̂̎́͋̔͆̕͘̕͜͜l̷̨̦̼͇̺̻̘̙̝͊̋̔̿̈̒̐̐͌͋̐͋̒͐͘y̸̻͇̟̠̪̬̫̼̗̹̬̰̰̣͍͂̔̾͊́̉͌̌̐̉̀͊̍͝ ̸̨͚̪͉̇̽̉̃̍̾̐̌̉͝h̵̢̦̟̲͇̺̗̀̈̍͛̅̂̍̈́̌́́̔͝͠͠a̶̡̫̰̪̭̰̰̥̺̤̖̰͋̎̂̑̂̚͜͜ͅv̸̳͛͑̽̌͆͗̎̚é̸̡̦̖͎̟̩̫̖̝̘̖̗͙̏͆̃̓̎́͆͑̌͊̌͜ ̷̡̳̪̭̲̼̭̙̝͙͈̙̗̜͒t̸̨̨͚̜̲̝̯̹̤͓̮̰͇͇̟͆̎̿̅͠h̶̨̨̞̭̞̻͊́̀̇̍ȩ̸̳̝̬̞̻̕͝ś̷̤͔̻̟̝̱́̇̍ế̵̱͇͕̗̈̄͌̆͗͂̔̊̈͝ ̶̮̲͈̗̟̒̒̑̎w̷̨̺̥̣̗̬̬̻̬̠̪͎̓̒͊̉̚h̴̨̧̭̝̭̣̦͔̰̝̫̞̳̀̅̈͋̎̅̽̃̓̚͘è̵̘̰̑̌̂̌͐̾̋͠͝n̴̝̰̂̓ͅ ̷̡̡̪̝̯̬͕̪̰̳͔̌͛̾͒̈͘͜͠Į̷̛͚̾́̈͠m̸̠͍̜̈́̀̏̀̃ḿ̵͓̪̯̰̻̭̥͙̰̔͋̋ ̵̙̙͓̱̹̟̭͇́̄̅͑͌ṳ̸̲̩̼͇̼̱̪̎̋̏͂͊͐̂̾͒̕̕̕n̵͍̪͐̿̈͗̓̊̎̇d̶̬̝̰̳̙̈̿͒̾̓͑̅̊̽̂̌̂͑e̶̛̯̘͉̹̰̅̀̎̔̍̉̐̈́̔͛̔̚̚͘r̷͎͖̞͍͎̈́̏̎ ̶̧̡̦̻̙͔̥̝͔̫̝̯͈̼̱̾̀̓͐̽͑̽̑͋͆̏ĕ̶̡̼̫̪̮̪͔͍͍̮̋̐͜m̷̡͈̮̞̰̮̱͎̜̹̗͈͉̪͆̐̓ͅỡ̷̡̢̲̳̥̳͔̼̲̫͋̏́͂̾́̈́̓̄̄̑̚ẗ̴̡̺̪̝̮̖͇̗̩́̅̌͒̓̈́̂̇̿̐i̸̡̯̮̞̮̝̳̜͋̽̂̔̍̌̏̑̎͆distress ̷̟̙̦̮͌̃o̴̢̫̞͙͕͙̥̯̎̈́͒̈́̈̿̋̿̿̈́̆͗̎́̿ŗ̷̧̥̣͈̖̯͉̖͔̳̌̅̏̒̌̎̌͆͘͝͠.̴̲̅.̵̡͔̖̙̬̰̬͚͓͈̼͖͋͂͊̂̿̌̀͘͠ͅ ̵̡̰̮̟̤̞͙͙͖̞͔̟̐̌̆̿͆̆̑Ä̷̢͈̬̮̦̺̘̟̭͚͆̈́͒̚ bug... -I wonder if S/O knows what's happening to... Me -When Kiibo wakes up he expects to find the face of a worrying S/O, or just S/O sitting beside him happy to see him wake up -Instead all he finds is a crying Kaede and Shuichi trying to cheer her up (which is strange) -Why are they so sad though? And why do they seem so distressed to see him awake? -"K-K-Kiibo-Kun...? Y-Your already awake...? I-I.." -Akamatsu-San if you don't want to say it I...I" -"N-No it's fine.. As the leader it's my duty to tell you you Kiibo..." -"Tell me what?" -"S/O-San.. Died protecting you... Iruma-San had tried killing you but S/O had stopped her." -"But... But S/O-San died in the end... Iruma-San dead too now and now she can't fix you so I don't even know if S/O's death is going to be in vain and if you die too..." -"I'm honestly so s-sorry.. For being such a bad leader.." -Kiibo doesn't answer -Instead his program crashes and he sees glitches flash before his eyes -:,) Kaito Momota -(Mod Kaede: I cried again...) -He's banging his fists on the walls angrily yelling about how he should have protected you -It's fucking sick that he couldn't have even figured out how you were acting strange. -No it's fucking sick that he didn't save you. What kind of boyfriend is he to let his partner get hurt protecting him?! -In total this game's only proving his weakness's again. Fuck this game's making him feel totally useless again! -If he can't protect you now, how are the both of you supposed to see the stars together again? -No, no matter what there's no fucking way that you won't see them with him again. -He'll make sure of that -So for now he just needs to look at the bright side of things, and hope for the best -"Ain't that right S/O?" -(Insert dead or totally alive S/O smiling at him here) -"S/O?!" -(IMAGINE IT AS YOU WILL IT'S EITHER F- OR GOOD END IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE THIS JUST ASK WHEN THE ASK BOX IS CLEARED) -:,) Ryoma Hoshi -Mod Kaede: (Totally not crying) MOTHER FUDGER WHY IS ANYTHING WITH RYOMA ANGSTY??? WHEN IT'S ANGST IT ONLY MAKES IT WORSE??? -He seriously can't catch a break can he? -First her now you huh? -Why is it everything he loves end up burning because of him? Is it because he's cursed? His luck really is the worst though... -"Actually I believe the fact that I'm cursed -"Really? Ryoma no fucking really? -"It does makes a bit of sense though right?" -Lying next to your bed, where you currently lay looking at him you give a shrug -"Nah, it's just the fact the world's a fucking bitch to us all. But it'll turn up better soon I tell you! So uh.. Please don't blame this on yourself. C'mon?" -"Your fucking dead" -Pushing his hand though your stomach, it goes right through the wound which looks brand spanking new even though you died hours ago -"Seriously how does this even work?" -"I will admit one thing. Your conscious is fucked up for imagining me like this yes." -"Oh so it's just my conscious trying to make me live..? Again?" -"Shut." -"BUT I MEAN" -"It's (BLANK)'s fault isn't it? Not you're nor anybody elses So please don't... Visit me anytime soon.." -"...." -"It hurts" "I know it does, but it's okay, you have everyone else and I swear they care for you!" -"Are you going to disappear any time soon? Please don't say yes" -"Probably" -"Ugh.." -"Well... Just remember I love you... And please live for me... That's all I ask Ryom-" -Saying goodbye to you as fast as your returned, you left him once more -Groaning he takes now gone lollipop out of his mouth, before digging into his pocket for a cigarette -It's his last one, fuck he hasn't done this in so long so why now? -That doesn't matter though he lights it before taking a puff -It's not long before Kaede finally finds him sobbing into your bed -:,) Korekiyo SINguuji -Is it bad that I purposely spell it without an H? -And is it badder that I admit I never stop calling him that that? -Does it maker it WORSER that I'm going to make this imagine that irony everyone hates? -I think I made it horrible by not knowing his personality well... (SPOILERS AGAIN...) -Never had he once wanted you to see his older sister, even if he spoke of the day where all of you could unite and finally meet each other -He had never wanted it to happen so soon, it was too soon -An innocent(?) and pure(???) soul such as yourself to die this soon because of his unholy soul -He hadn't deserves your affection, he doesn't even know why you loved him -You truly were a strange part of humanity that much he admit -"Thank goodness, you were only injured I was frankly worried about you for a moment S/O" -"But as much as I hate saying this, you've made some stupid decisions you should've told me beforehand so we could've just avoided this mess" -"Now your stuck in bed till Tojo-San says your better which will most probably be long from now..." -Giving a sly smile you apologize to him -"You are genuinely the most thickheaded human being out there aren't you?" -"Which is fine. Now you cannot run when I try to tell you all about psychology and-" -"SH-" -Even though you were stuck in bed months at least he could happily sit beside you observing you -:,) Gokuhara Gonta -Stop this -STOP THIS -NO NO NO- -Mod Kaede will NOT -BYE GOODAY -CHUM, BUDDY, FRIEND, PAL, AMIGO, BRO, BRAH, DUDE, YOU NOPE -I RATHER WRITE KAEDE ANYTHING THEN THIS. -AND KAEDE IS MY RELIGION FOOLS -(Gonta's soul is too pure for any type of angst AND I REFUSE THIS) -:,) Amami Rantarou -He's been trying his best to help you recover -It was his fault you even got hurt in the first place so it was the least he could do! -Harukawa's been telling him to stop, that it's pointless for him to do anything now -But he's not listening to her he won't allow her negativity stop him from helping you. -(Yeah this is the best I could come with. I still suck at his character) -So no :,)

#mod kayayday #ahaha i'm so fucking sorry #shuuichi saihara #ouma kokichi #korekiyo shinguuji #gokuhara gonta #ryoma hoshi #Let us pray to Angie's God I never do this again #kaito momota #amami rantarou #angst #imagines