#prompt
Wet T-Shirt Contest
pairing: justin foley x reader
prompt:garden hose
A/N: writing freestyle/without a plan is usually difficult for me, but this one flowed out, i just hope it’s good :)
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“Fuck, it’s hot today!” Justin yells from where he is stood in your back garden, bouncing a football on his knee. “Sweatin’ balls over here.”
"You want some water?” You shout back over the loud music that blasts from your speaker. “I’ll go grab you some from the fridge if you want.”
Justin catches the ball and glances over to nod at you. “Thanks, babe.”
“No problem.” You wander inside, heading straight for the fridge and enjoying the coolness for a while. You let out a sigh, running your hand through your hair. Apparently, you stand there too long, as you hear the calls of your thirsty boyfriend from outside.
“Y/N? Water?"
"Yeah, shit, sorry, I’m coming. Hold ya horses.” You grab four bottles of water: two each, and then head back outside.
You throw the bottles to Justin, and he blows you a kiss in thanks. You pretend to catch it, and he grins. You chuckle at the small gesture that had become your ‘thing’ since you had started dating. You watch as he opens the first bottle and downs it in one, then proceeds to do the exact same thing with the second. “Jeez, Justy, you’re gonna get brain freeze.”
He rubs his head as if feeling for a temperature. “Nah, I think I’m good.”
You laugh, and then your eyes make contact with something on the ground. The garden hose is sitting there, attached and ready to be used as a weapon. You smirk and giggle, and when Justin hears this, he looks over. When he notices what you are looking at, his eyes grow wide. “Y/N… no. No!”
You laugh maniacally and then dive for the hose, just as he starts to run forwards for it too. You quickly turn on the tap and then look up at your boyfriend, putting on the evilest face you can make. “You better run.” You mutter.
“Shit.” He sighs, and then you jump into action, spraying him with the freezing cold water and chasing him around the garden. He runs and yells, though he is trying very hard not to let his joy and laughter take over.
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Twenty-ish minutes later, you are both sprawled out on the wet grass, trying to capture your breath. You sit up and cross your legs, and Justin follows, shaking his hair around so that droplets hit your skin. “You feel cooled down now, huh?”
“Yes…” He rolls his eyes but smiles upon seeing how amused and happy you look. “Very, thanks very much.”
“You, um, might need to change. You’re looking like you should be entering a wet t-shirt contest right now.”
“Oh, really?” Justin reaches behind him to grab one of your bottles of water from the deck chair. Before you can even try to move and run away, he grabs you by your hip, quickly uncaps the bottle and pours the entirety of it over you. “Looks like you should be entering now, too.”
“What?” Justin raises his brows at your sudden annoyance. He looks down at your chest, your black bra now showing through the dripping shirt. He smirks at you, “oh.”
Justin pulls off his own shirt, and you are momentarily distracted with ogling him. But then you feel the breeze hit you and make the wet shirt feel freezing against your skin. “Shit!” You squeal and look down at your now-soaked shirt, which is clinging to your body and basically see-through. You frown up at him. “Great.”
“Ugh!” You whine, pulling your shirt over your head, so you are left in just your bra and denim shorts. “This is.. a mess.”
“A hot mess.” Justin corrects, wiggling his brows. “I think we should go inside and get changed together; what do ya say?”
“I say…” You stand up and start to walk towards the door, but instead of going inside, you quickly turn on the hose again, plucking it off of the ground where you had thrown it before. Since Justin had been about to follow you in, he is right behind and has barely any time to run before you are dousing him in the cool water again. “Time for round two!”
“Are you saying that we should have left them to die!?”
“No, I’m saying that we should have shot them when we had the chance to.”
“It was legal back where I’m from”
“And that’s exactly why we razed that place to the ground.”
“My sister’s allowed to do experiments! It’s not fair!”
“Because, unlike you, she’s yet to express desire for world domination. Or attempt black magic. Or offer half the country to elder gods.”
As soon as those words left her lips, the smell of ozone filled the air, followed by roar of lightning. It was followed by a manical voice of a young girl, cackling about something coming to life.
The boy stared at his mother accusingly. The mother sighed, and picked up the broadsword, still splattered with elder god’s bodily fluid.
“You stay here, young man. I’m still not done with you.”
A hero’s work, it seemed, would never be over. Especially when her children was so damn insistent on trying to end the world.
“Your revenge will achieve nothing!”
“It put a bullet into twenty three people, I wouldn’t call that nothing.”
“You wasted 14 hours sleeping.”
“It was 14 hours without you. I wasted nothing.”
“What kind of dumbass idea is that?”
“My kind.”
“We lit the world on fire but forgot to bring the fire extinguisher.”
“Did you even stop to think what would happen?”
“I did. That’s why I brought two guns.”
“I don’t know whether I should be upset that our son went around our back performing necromancy, or that he didn’t ask me, a full time necromancer, for help.”
“How about the fact our son murdered one of his classmates?”
“And what do we do when we feel like stabbing someone?”
“Embrace the feeling and drive the knife deep into their guts!”
“…Better than the alternative, I suppose.“
“You murdered them in cold blood!”
“You say that as if that’s a bad thing.”
“It is!!!”
“You’d betray anyone for a dime.”
“That’s not true, I usually demand at least a quarter.”
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Draw someone eating particularly stretchy cheese
A grand cavern with a city that sparkles like the stars. The ceiling is as if it is covered by bioluminescent wisteria.
Draw a steampunk catgirl
draw a library being overtaken by trees and greenery
draw the toughest character you can holding a bunny and smiling
draw your oc with the expression of your most recent face emoji, including why they feel whatever the expression is
