#and every show is just the three of them playing UNO

[fisheito]

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[auclairedetoru]

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"y/n ?”

Sukuna calls out for his roommate. They're currently lounging in the living room, each one doing their own thing. This is typical for them, especially after dinner since they both eat earlier than most people. One would be watching something on TV and the other would be reading or on their phone, occasionally talking but for the most part they sit in comfortable silence.

“Yes, Kuna?”

He holds back from grinning at the new nickname she gave him. Surprisingly, no one in Sukuna's life has ever called him that, but he quite likes it, especially since it came from her.

“Gojo's hosting a party at his and Suguru's place and they're inviting you. Do you wanna go together?”

She didn't hesitate to agree but warned him that it's her first time going to a college party and she might cling to him the whole time they're there because she's probably not going to know a lot of people. He promises her that he will not separate from her and that she'll have a great time, and he offers her solutions for when she gets overwhelmed, which she appreciates greatly.

Sukuna's excited for her to be at the party. He'll get to show her off, have fun with her and his friends, and most importantly, protect her from any unwanted attention. He wants to show that he's strong and capable of protecting her when needed. For what reason? Well, he hasn't figured that part out yet, but he knows for sure that he wants to do that.

Yeah... He definitely doesn't know the reason.

Things are not going as planned for Sukuna... For the most part anyways.

His roommate is having a blast. Satoru and Suguru are amazing hosts because they provided everything for her to be comfortable. Satoru offered her his room in case it all got too much for her and she needs a break, Suguru went out and got her non-alcoholic drinks in the middle of the party because she told him she doesn't drink. All three of them are trying their best to include her in conversations and games so she wouldn't feel pushed aside.

Thankfully, all their efforts are working. She has told them she's having a lot of fun multiple times. No one has bothered her yet, something Sukuna didn't expect because she gets hit on every time they're out together, and don't get him started on the amount of men that approach her at the gym asking for her number.

What he also didn't expect was for him to be hit on. It never usually happens, people are way too intimidated by him. The only time he gets flirted with is at a bar when they're both drunk. But this time, it's different.

If he's honest, he's getting quite annoyed. This girl wouldn't leave him alone. He's been trying to reject her gently all night long, but she seems to not understand what he's trying to say.

At first, she sent her friend who asked him if he was single, he gave them a simple "yes and not looking." answer before going back to playing beer pong.

Then, she approached him herself, talking about "sorry about my friend haha, they're crazy!". He knows that it's all bullshit, he saw them talking to each other in the corner of the room before each one talked to him. He sent her a forced smile and didn't say a word to her but she still wouldn't leave him alone.

And even now, as he sits in a circle with some of the people at the party playing an intense game of Uno, in which she is not participating, she's still trying to squeeze between him and the person to his right, telling him what cards to play and acting like they're a team against everyone else.

He doesn't want to be mean or rude and snap at her, people are just figuring out that he's not an asshole like his looks might give off, but god is it hard to hold back. He wants to tell her to fuck off and that he's not - and will not be - interested in her, but he can't and it's making him even more annoyed.

Y/n on his left has started noticing his annoyed huffs and how he's scooting closer and closer to her every time she hears that girl talk. One quick glance at his face and body language told her everything she needs to know.

Oh how the turn tables... Or whatever the saying is, because Sukuna's plans are about to flip around.

“hey, girl in the sequin top,” y/n calls out just as her turn started, making everyone look at her and the girl breathing down his neck, “can't you get a hint? You're clearly making him uncomfortable.”

The girl huffs and looks y/n up and down, as if she's trying to intimidate her but clearly it didn't work, “who are you to say whether he's uncomfortable or not? He can speak for himself, right Suki?” her voice becomes sickly sweet at the end, almost squeaking in his ear. He wants to vomit at that ugly nickname coming out of her mouth. He doesn't like it, in fact, it's the worst thing he has ever been called, and people have called him way worse offensive things.

He's about to speak up, but y/n quickly (and without realising) interprets him, “Are you dumb on purpose? He's about to sit on my lap trying to get away from you,” she mentions to the nonexisting empty space between them, “you're annoying everyone, leave before you embarrass yourself further.”

The girl scoffs and rises to her feet, her gaze sharpens with a glare as she places a hand on her hip, “if you're looking for a fight then bring it on now!” she declares, her voice laced with almost too much confidence.

Without any hesitation, y/n shrugs off her jacket and rises to her full height. It's clear as day who would win if things got physical. Sequin top girl is shorter than her, even in heels, and it’s obvious that y/n has spent far more time with a punching bag than she ever has.

Y/n raises an eyebrow as the girl swallows hard, her eyes flickering up to meet hers. The shift in her demeanor is unmistakable, her confidence replaced with intimidation. “you're gonna leave now or what?” y/n asks, her tone steady and unbothered.

With a huff, sequin top girl grabs her friend and disappears between the crowd of people, hopefully leaving the house entirely. Y/n sits back down and puts on her jacket, ignoring how everyone is staring at her so her cheeks wouldn't burn any further. Her heart is hammering against her chest, not being used to confrontation, but she is proud to stand up for her roommate.

She quickly plays her turn and thankfully everyone in the circle understood that she doesn't want to keep the attention on what happened and continued the game. She can feel Sukuna staring at her, so she turns to him, hoping he won't notice how flustered she feels, “what are you staring at?”

Sukuna knows that she's not the type to do what she did, she doesn't even like correcting the servers when they get her order wrong, but she stepped out of her comfort zone to defend him when he couldn't do it for himself. He's feeling something in his heart, something he can't describe, but he doesn't hate the feeling, it's nice actually, like a warm blanket wrapped around him on a cold night.

He planned on protecting her, on turning away anyone who would ruin her night, but instead she protected him and stood up for him. If he was lying down his feet would be kicking.

“that was kinda hot.”

“shut up,” she mumbles and looks away from him and towards the ongoing game, clearly too shy to accept his teasing compliment. He chuckles and does the same, not wanting to fluster her more than she's clearly feeling.

One day, he'll return the favour.

Something quick for roomie!sukuna 🤭

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

Rat Bastard - Part 6

Pairing: You x Kyungsoo

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 11200

Warnings: There were too many beds, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Idiots to Lovers, Fear, Spiders

Tag: @ilovemyapopbaby

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

You’d expected some downtime; some boredom. It simply wasn’t possible for these three desperate employees to keep the two of you entertained for every minute of the day.

You had to admit you were both surprised and shocked when you actually saw the giant crate of activities and games; there were tons of board games, even more possibilities with the decks of cards you saw. There were even a whole slew of movies and a small device which you were told was a projector which would show the movie on any blank white wall, of which there were many to pick from. Mr. Chen was unpacking what seemed to be an endless bottomed box and you weren’t the only curious observer lightly touching the things that interested you the most.

You’d been instructed to grab items and make a stack of things you were interested in doing. You’d reached for one of the word games, one of the ones involving strategic spellings of words which you remember playing as a kid with your Grandmother and you placed it in front of you. This was your pick.

“Oh that one is fun, I haven’t seen this in years,” Kyungsoo’s fingertip touched just on the corner of your game and he picked up another classic with a grin, “this one too,” he said under his breath. It was like he was speaking to himself but he seemed to be adding things to your personal pile.

Did he think he was involved in your pile?

Did he take this, like the cooking exercise, as a team activity? The instructions implied that you were to build your own pile but Kyungsoo had just added Uno to the top of the stack he was building with your first choice board game trapped on the bottom.

You reached for the deck of cards because there was always poker and it also was vital for the backgammon game you’d just grabbed. You slowly began to build a smaller, separate pile beside the one he had commandeered, removing your first choice from underneath his and moving it to your own side.

“Ooo,” his eyes widened and he plopped Monopoly down right on top of your second stack, “I'm gonna kick your ass at that one.”

You lifted his game off of your stack and plopped it roughly down on top of his own stack.

“These are my picks, those are yours,” you mumbled a rhetorical, “who even wants to play monopoly?” You remembered the game being long and tedious. He looked at you and laughed once, grabbing another game, this one a music themed game similar to charades but with musical guesses and you’d heard through friends that he actually had a great singing voice. You never thought you’d actually get to hear it. He pointedly ignored your stack separating attempts and plopped this game on top of your stack.

“You're gonna sit all alone in a corner and play Scrabble by yourself? Come on, quit being stupid.” He ignored the small sound you made and grabbed your games, placed them in the same stack as his games and lifted the whole stack and walked away from you to set them on another table. He was already pulling the lid off of one of his games to start playing it and the other three people in the room quickly followed suit and began to pull chairs out of the table he was setting up. Those traitors. Why did his game get to be played first? You’d been standing at your original spot with your arms folded over your chest when he looked up from the money he was counting and separating to speak to you.

“Come and get your ass handed to you like a good little princess.”

You rolled your eyes harder than you’d rolled them before. You rolled them hard enough to really sell your annoyance at his antics. You rolled them desperately and very convincingly. Inside of your chest there was the most annoying little tickle brought on by his choice of words. This nickname of his for you sure had a way of making everything he said sound just a tiny bit suggestive. Or maybe you had just read too many trashy romance novels in your youth. God, you were lonely.

But more than lonely, right now you were bored. You pulled up to your chair for the game. Javier was the last to sit down after bringing over some snacks and some drinks. You were handed a champagne glass with orange juice and the first sip told you it was heavy on the champagne. It wasn’t even noon yet. He was back to his old tricks when you looked up into his eyes and caught the secretive smile.

Kyungsoo was sipping on a Bloody Mary with a celery stick in it and you braced for the first round of the game. You had always figured he was the competitive type. He had to be in his line of work, to have reached the levels of success as he had reached in such a cut-throat industry. And nearly every interaction you’d had with Kyungsoo had told you such. This man simply had to win. The way he wouldn’t back down from his story and lie against you and that level of stubbornness, well, he basically pitted everything he had against you. This translated into something entirely insane when playing a board game against him.

The first round of the game, when someone would usually settle into the groove of things, rolling their dice and moving their pieces, was unlikely to buy the property they landed on in the very first round — Kyungsoo’s first round came after the rest of the players had had a go around. Mr. Chen had purchased his property, Sara had landed in a space that gave her a few bucks, Javier didn’t buy anything and neither had you. You weren’t particularly interested in the cheap ones at the start of the board. Kyungsoo’s turn came around and he landed on one of Mr. Chen’s neighboring properties and immediately purchased it. Then his deals started. He was making a deal with Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen was accepting. He was grinning widely and spending money like there was no tomorrow. What about the future Kyungsoo? What would you do if you simply went broke? He was buying housing for his land. He was putting up buildings and you watched this crazy man go full tilt into this stupid game.

You figured you needed to do something on your next round and you bought whatever you happened to land on. Not really paying too much attention to deals and such, you weren’t a big negotiator.

The game progressed and every single one of Kyungsoo’s rounds felt exhausting. He was doing quick math, making deals with everyone else at the table, but weirdly he never once tried to make any deals with you. He was putting up more property every single time. You were sure he was nearly broke. There was no way this was sustainable. The deals grew more intricate with each round. There were even loans passing around between Mr. Chen and Kyungsoo who seemed to have developed some sort of a partnership in this.

Again and again, you were overlooked by the man who seemed to be setting up some sort of a scheme. He was the owner or partnered with the owner of nearly every single space in this game. It felt unfair. There should be some sort of a law against this kind of thing, it was like a monopoly — oh god, oh god that was the name of this game. He was an expert at it. He had been planning it from the start and he showed you in particular absolutely no mercy. In every single round, you lost money to him.

His fat stacks of bills grew to obscene amounts and he had to cash in some 5s, 10s, 20s for 100s or 500s. He was relentless with you. But only with you. You noticed he had a lot of leniency on the other players at this table. He giggled and gave Sara a discount with a sweet smile on his face during one of her stays at his fancy property, and when you pointed out that he wasn’t allowed to do that he just shrugged and told you he could do what he wanted with his own property while you sat in jail for four whole rounds, unable to roll doubles to get yourself out. You actually began to enjoy being in jail as you sipped on your third mimosa because at least you weren’t putting your precious money into that man’s demanding palm.

It all came to a head when you had just gotten out of jail and landed in one of his places. You did have enough cash to cover rent but just barely and he sat beside you flush with his cash, property, even get out of jail free cards, which he had traded Javier for a free stay at his most expensive resort for.

You looked at him and he looked at you with the smallest lift of a single eyebrow because he knew you were screwed. You had a single property card left that you had been holding onto to keep him from owning every single space of that color. You swore you wouldn’t give it to him but at this rate you might end up homeless with only this to your name. It was a miserable sort of existence. You couldn't afford not to be in jail and you missed the peace and quiet and free meals of those metal bars that protected you from this mad man.

The more you replayed the entirety of this game, It was becoming more and more evident that his entire game plan had been to bankrupt and ruin you. He made no efforts to partner with you, make deals with you and only ever seemed to create situations that would affect you negatively. He was so good at it too you wondered if he’d been training for years on how to be a grade-A asshole to his friends.

“Can I have a discount?”

“You don't deserve a discount.”

“You gave Sara a discount.”

“Sara isn’t a four-time felon. I might have to charge you even more for a security deposit. Who knows what sorts of sordid things you’ll be up to in there. I know your type.”

Sara’s little metal train play piece had been sitting in the jail space and you watched as she carefully moved her piece to the outer edge so it clearly sat inside the ‘just visiting’ space around the incarcerated section.

“Excuse me, I was not convicted of any crimes. I never even had a trial.” You couldn't help the actual offense you took at his words. Your type? What type? The poor, marginalized, under-educated, school to prison pipeline, falsely accused and incarcerated type? This society has been set up to see you fail. The entire system was against you from the start.

“That’s what they all say,” he laughed out loud, “Everyone in jail swears they are innocent.” His outstretched hand moved closer to you and you hmph-ed back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest.

You were annoyed. You couldn’t help it. He was such a jerk and he was ridiculously against you in this game and in this life. You dropped your voice to a whisper and you leaned in closer to where he sat on his mountain of gold. “Kyungsoo, do you remember when we were cooking breakfast together? Do you remember how well we got along—”

You had his attention. He watched your face with a little lift of his eyebrow, no doubt his mind flying through a multitude of possible things you were about to remind him of — the embraces, the gentle and slow touches between the two of you, the pride in his eyes when you’d done something to please him — he looked down the length of your face as if he was compelled to and when his eyes bounced back up to look into your eyes once more you inhaled to continue speaking, “—when you weren’t allowed to talk?”

He lifted a hand to cover over his mouth and he snorted out a quick and silent laugh. It burst free from him and no amount of steely resolve could have kept that laugh inside of him. His eyes rolled closed with it and then back open and he lifted a hand, palm up and opened and closed his fingers twice. You hadn’t expected any other outcome. Not after basically telling the jerk that your favorite part about him was when he wasn’t speaking.

“You’re mean,” you said with a grumble and a severe pout of your lips, feeling actually upset deep down inside of you at how badly he had been picking on you during this entire game. The others at the table just giggled. “He’s crazy,” you heard Javier and Mr. Chen say to each other. His greedy fingers were leafing through your bills as he grabbed enough money to cover your rent, leaving a few small bills left behind.

By the next round you were bankrupt and out of the game.

You were only his first victim. It wasn’t long before partnerships were quickly abandoned in the name of record-breaking profits and long-time friendships were severed by filthy greed.

You just shook your head each time it happened, adding a loud “I told you not to trust him. Didn’t I warn you? He’s evil!” which was quickly countered with his overly defensive and judgmental rebuttal.

“This is how you play the game, Princess. Don't cry just because you’re bad at it. Think of it this way, you survived for six whole rounds and you even bought and sold property, which is much more than some incredibly stupid people do in their entire lifetimes.”

The group was imploding around you. A heated discussion about loyalty and friendship was being held over the sounds of crinkling bills and plastic clanking as properties were sold off to pay the man who was evil enough to become an actual billionaire if only this game had printed enough fake money to make that happen.

He won the game by crushing everyone else around him. You swore then and there that if you ever had the chance to see this man again, which was unlikely once you left this emergency shelter, if by some twisted nightmare of fate you ever had the misfortune of spending any amount of time with him and you were presented with the invitation to play this game again with him, you would throw yourself off the roof, you would hurl yourself into the sea, you would rather literally watch professional golfing marathons on tv. Never again. Not this game, not with this man.

Everyone needed a break after the game was over. You retreated to your space for a small while, laying down under your comfy down blanket and quickly deciding that you were simply too sick of sleeping to be in here. It was late morning and you’d had a few drinks by now and after leaving your room you wandered through the hallways, finding a space where one too many spiderwebs touched your skin that you just had to turn around and head back toward the kitchen.

It was mostly peaceful and empty here except for one person who stood at the stove. Kyungsoo was doing something in the kitchen and instantly, like a magic potion had been cast you felt all of the hard feelings about that game fade with the possibility that he might be cooking something tasty.

You slinked up by his side and he turned to the sounds of you coming, quickly spinning around and stepping to his ‘interior’ side to block your view of the pot he had on the stove. You didn’t smell anything delicious in the air and his hands were out the moment you arrived, grabbing you by the arms and holding you at a clear distance.

“What are you doing? Go back to your bed.” Your suspicions were raised. He was hiding something delicious. He was about to have ramen, maybe even two packs from the communal goods that Roxy and Jun had left behind and the filthy cheater was about to eat them both all by himself. You didn't see any piles of ingredients anywhere on the countertop

“What are you making?” You were direct with your words. You pushed your shoulders forward, trying to free yourself from his hold. He held on tighter. Behind you on the stove you could hear the bubbling of the water starting to boil. He would have to tend to his secret dish soon to keep from overcooking it. From the few times you’d cooked with him he was a stickler for cooking times and temperatures and doneness levels. He was insane about it.

“No, no, just go away,” you were being shoved backward with the two steps he took foward. His words didn't sound too serious. Whatever it was that he was hiding from you was fair game. You heard the soft grunt as he struggled and you tried to peer your head around his shoulder. He countered by tilting his own head to block you again.

“What are you making? Let me see. You’re sharing with me, I caught you so half is mine.” You were already giggling when you lifted both of your hands like claws and quickly began to stab him with your fingertips right on his ribs. “That makes no sense. Are you a squatter?” He said through a gasp and he yelped and let out some quick giggles with the tickling.

His hands moved from your shoulders to your hands. He was grabbing them and you felt spun in place, suddenly looking at the door with one of his strong arms wrapped around your chest. Your two hands were trapped behind your back and he held on tightly to both of them with his other hand, in an instant he had you trapped and you were facing away from the bubbling pot. Your hands were bound between your two bodies but you could totally still get him from here. You reached again, lower this time, feeling the lower part of his abdomen. You could hear his giggling from beside your head and you swear to God you felt a euphoric sensation pulsing through your entire body to hear it. You felt like you weren’t quite in your right mind, not with the alcohol, not with the desperation for a win against him. You were pressed right up against his body again and why the hell was he so strong? Why did every single touch of his hands feel like it would consume you from within?

“Stop, stop,” he was begging but still refusing to let you go. If he wanted you to stop, wouldn't he have let you go first, his strong hand still held both of yours tightly behind your back and you moved your hand lower, feeling the very real and sudden danger of reaching for a part of him you should never, ever touch. You felt the waistband of his denim shorts, the leather of the belt he wore there and his shirt shifted and you felt the warmth of the bare skin of his belly that surged with each of the heavy breaths he took against your neck. The rough but steady exhales seemed to change when you touched him. Something was changing and you slowed your hand, still pressed up against his skin, your fingertips lightly touching the leather of that belt. His hand that held onto yours moved too and you felt the soft tips of his fingers move just over your hand there. You felt the trembling and staggered touch of his hand. Why was he trembling? Why was his touch more gentle than the previous rough gripping?

“I’ll stop if you stop,” you exhaled into the space in front of you, “besides, I already caught you. There’s no use delaying this.” Curiously, you had both stopped laughing but his arms were still around you, although the tightness of his grip he held you with had let up. You could escape quite easily if you wanted to. You could leave his embrace and you should. You really ought to put a healthy amount of space between the two of you, if you knew how an enemy should be treated, if you knew what was good for you, you would.

You took the smallest step forward, thankful for the drop in temperature that brought just a little bit of sense back into your brain. You took another step forward and his hand that had been holding your hand still gripped along your palm as you moved. You weren't quite sure why you did not feel compelled to let his hand go, you held on to him with the same amount of pressure as he held you and you turned to take one look behind him at the stovetop with the pot that sat bubbling and dancing behind his back.

You saw something green, something green and white standing up inside of that boiling pot of water. Something plastic.

Something hilarious. The crazy man was boiling his toothbrush. You saw it and you covered your mouth to keep the snort from escaping. It didn’t help. You snorted in laughter and you could feel the shift in his body as he sagged his shoulders in defeat.

Kyungsoo was frozen. He made no attempts to stop you from looking just as he hadn’t made any moves to let go of your hand, and when you looked up into his face he was standing with his free hand covering his closed eyes. He was pink.

You were openly laughing and you shook his hand that you still held as you did it, “did you seriously boil your toothbrush, Doh Kyungsoo?”

“Shut up,” he whispered through clenched teeth, “this is why I didn’t want you to see.”

You lifted a hand to lay over his pink cheek and you were almost laughing too hard to get any real words out, “d-did you want to get r-rid of my foot germs, Kyungsoo?”

“Shut up,” you felt the smallest push against your hand away from his face, then another push against your shoulder and he was quickly spinning, letting go of your hand as he did it, as if he hadn’t also been the one to hold onto you for much longer than necessary even long after you’d both swallowed down whatever might been happening with your hands behind your back a few seconds earlier.

“God, you’re so mean to me. I can’t believe you did that. I asked everybody and nobody has any extras. You know the worst part? I can't even tell if you’re telling the truth about it. Did she really use my toothbrush to clean her foot? Did she really scrub between her toes or is she just fucking with me again. You make me feel crazy. All I want to do is brush my teeth…but feet…toes,” he was whining now, full on whining half mixed with giggles because even he knew how insane he sounded. He was using the handle of the toothbrush to stir it into the boiling water. You could feel the spasms of laughter build up again in your belly. You had to hold onto yourself to keep from doubling over.

“Oh so I’m guessing you’re not one of those guys with a foot fetish then,” You joked as you busied yourself now with gathering things so you could make your own damn ramen.

“Sorry to disappoint you but I do not. Even so, a foot fetish is not an ‘ancient bacteria from the dirty floor of an 18th century, spider infested, bunker in my mouth’ fetish. What if you single handedly brought back cholera?”

“I don't think cholera is gone. I think it still lurks.” You still couldn't help the giggles even if you absolutely did not like the idea of your sleeping space being spider infested. You hadn’t quite worked up the courage to inspect all of the dark spaces around your bed for fear of what you might find.

“Great. That’s great news. How long do I need to boil this to kill cholera?” His face was exasperated now, half laughter mixed with a hopelessness that was absolutely adorable on him.

You found yourself staring at him. You came to when he’d long stopped giggling and his eyes bounced a few times over your face, his eyebrows lifting up with the tiniest bounce of his cheekbones, lips lifted in the corners slowly flattening out with the tiniest flinch of his face. It was the winding down of his laughter and he licked his lips, leaving them behind wet.

He cleared his throat. You closed your eyes, unable to keep them completely closed, your eyelids fluttered, fighting you to open back up and look at him for longer, and the breath you inhaled didn’t seem to help with any of this.

You needed something to do. You’d gathered some packs of ramen and the camping stove and fuel from the communal table and you plopped it all down on the countertop beside his boiling pot o’ toothbrush.

“Make me ramen,” you said with a little lift in your voice and tilt of your head. Not quite a request, not quite a command, more of a sweet suggestion. “Think they’d let us eat outside on the patio? I think the wind has died down a lot. It’s just raining now”

He’d finally reached some imaginary bacteria killing length of boiling time and he was tapping the toothbrush on the side of the pan to remove the excess water.

“You’re not going to try and commit suicide again are you?”

You shook your head back and forth, placing your hand over your heart, “I won't even go close to the edge, I promise.”

“Your promises mean nothing.” He deadpanned, but he was reaching into the fridge for some eggs, reaching into the shelves for the cans of spam he’d put there and stacking it all up on top of the the stove as he made his way toward the patio door.

“Bring the water bottle there,” he pointed to the countertop and you grabbed the big bottle and brought it along with the pan for him to cook in, and some chopsticks and spoons for both of you. For the first time since this trip started you cautiously began to feel a little bit happy to be here with him. He would make you delicious ramen and maybe you’d get to steal some more glances at his pretty face without getting caught.

He’d already been out on the patio to drop off the supplies by the time you came to the door with your arms full, he held the door for you. He seemed to be going back inside for something and you heard him call back toward you, “Hey! My batteries. You never gave them to me. I’ll bring them with the radio.”

So much had happened since then that you had just forgotten about them. You simply nodded as a response and told him they were in your luggage by the bed; wondering when in the hell you began to feel so comfortable with this man and you felt no qualms about sending him rooting through your luggage to find the batteries himself. You knew he’d have to get through many items such as the underwear you’d brought, the bikini he had already seen you in, the personal items such as your perfume, makeup, and your deodorant. All of those things were right there for him to witness. Little human things that had no business being embarrassing but were nonetheless.

A sudden panic built when you remembered a particular pack of items that you had brought along to this retreat that you’d all but given up on getting the chance to use here, the box of condoms you’d stuffed into your bag at the last minute. They would have been within touching distance of your big pack of batteries. There was no way he wouldn’t see them.

He took a while to return. You used that time to build up a thoroughly deep-set sense of embarrassment for what sordid conclusions you were sure he would have jumped to about you. Perhaps he’d find you to be some easy or cheap floozy. You were an adult. You were allowed to partake in and enjoy sex. You were healthy and alive and you had regular doctors appointments and you took your sexual health seriously. Why did it feel so weird though? That he might know this about you when he saw them; that he might have an opinion on the quantity of condoms in the box, a generous 20 pack, not because — not because you intended on having sex 20 times in a single week but, but because — Well … well, what if? The packs they had at the store came in 3, 10, or 20 and what if you had met the love of your life here and what if you just had to close up shop after 10? What if time number 11 was going to be the best time? You were thoroughly overthinking this. You were an expert at this, overthinking things and making yourself feel embarrassed for no reason especially when it came to Doh Kyungsoo. It was practically your default setting with him.

The door opened and you jumped in surprise; halfway through the scenario you’d imagined in which you hadn’t brought the brand new pack of 20 condoms and instead had just tossed in the already open box of 5 with one missing because you were curious about just how stretchy they actually were and you opened it to blow it up into a balloon. It was actually very stretchy and you might have just kept on blowing if you hadn’t been gagging from how awful the spermicidal liquid that filled it tasted when it got on your lips. Imagine if he found the open box with one missing already! Who had you used that one condom on at this stage in the game?! What would he think then?! You felt dizzy.

He was pushing through the doorway with a six pack of beers he’d swiped from Javier’s stash and he had his radio in one hand and in his other he gripped the batteries he’d found in your luggage right beside the big box of your stupid condoms.

He sat down on the bench beside you and you watched as he opened the little flap on the back of his radio and inserted each battery carefully, bringing it to life and switching between staticky radio stations until something clear sounded through with easy to listen to pop music playing. When he moved down to sit on the floor where the stove was set up, you quietly moved down to sit beside him.

You watched him work, feeling the very real remnants of the embarrassment you’d tricked yourself into feeling earlier still lingering in the warmth of your cheeks. He was setting up the stove and filling the pan with water, he was opening the packets of ramen and setting the flame to the right height below the pan.

You felt the need to do something too so you reached for the bags of snacks you’d brought, opening the bag and laying it flat, then reaching for the beers, pulling two off the plastic ring and opening them. You met his eyes briefly as he grabbed the beer you offered and after he took a sip of it he set it down and stared down at the pan full of water, just waiting for it to boil. He was quiet for a while until he inhaled to speak to you. You knew he had inhaled because you’d been staring at his face when he did it, when his pink lips parted and he pulled the breath in through his mouth and those lips stayed open enough for some words to come out.

“You alright?”

It was a small and quick question. He lifted his beer and tilted his head for the drink, a small stream of the liquid pooled inside his mouth and he dropped the can as he closed his mouth and swallowed it.

“Yeah,” you whispered just barely loud enough to be heard over the rain, “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

He shrugged, half of a shrug really. Barely even a shrug. “You’ve gone quiet,” he said and after the words his lips stayed open and you could see the tip of his tongue touching along the edge of his teeth for a moment. His eyebrows ticked above his eyes. “You’ve gone pink, too.”

You lifted your beer and took a big drink of it, holding the can up to lay over your cheeks. You could feel the heat in your face and the cold can helped just a little bit.

Not that he deserved it, but you felt weirdly compelled to fess up. You knew you were acting weird.

“I feel a little,” you started, turning your face away from him to continue, “weird…about something.”

“Weird like what? What about?” You hadn’t felt quite this disarmed around him before. It felt dangerous to let yourself speak so easily with him.

“Weird cause you hate me?” His next question came out very quietly and you pulled your eyes away from the raindrops steadily falling over to look at his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, finding the denial ready and heavy on your tongue. It was stuck there though and you closed your mouth back up and lifted the beer to take a long drink instead. The best you could do was the small head shake. You inhaled a breath and found he’d looked up from his boiling water to watch your face for your response.

Did he really want to ruin this nice moment to get into all of that right now?

“The water is boiling,” you said, meeting his eyes that still watched you without moving for two more swallows from this beer can you’d held onto for dear life.

He seemed to let it go. He was adding noodles and cracking eggs all fancy and one-handed, adding sliced spam and green onions on top. He was lightly prodding it all with the tips of his chopsticks and handing you the lid to use to catch the dripping noodles when they were done cooking.

You both grabbed noodles to eat at the same time and after he’d slurped up a particularly hot and noisy bite he sighed heavily while looking out toward the rain storm.

“Ramen really is the perfect food,” he remarked with his cheeks full of noodles.

Your nose was running a little from the steam and the spiciness of the broth but you held a ball of chewy and delicious noodles in your cheek and nodded your head earnestly. They were delicious and followed with the beer was even better than anything any 5 star chef could possibly whip up in the fanciest of kitchens.

It was when your mouth was filled with another bite some time later that he inhaled again, satisfied with his belly full of noodles, he turned to you and opened his mouth. His eyes narrowed at you before he said it.

“Twenty feels like a lot, though,” he said it so abruptly and you choked on the soup you were swallowing and started to cough, which he ignored, “logistically, I mean. This was originally a 5-day retreat.”

His eyes were still narrowed in your direction and you lifted a handful of the chips you’d opened up and threw several right at his face. His lips pulled into a teasing smile and he lifted a hand and swatted a few of the chips away. Two of them hit him in the face. His lips were pulled into a grin. You were still coughing and trying to keep your laughing from making you choke any more.

“No, no, listen,” he was laughing a little bit through the teasing, “that’s five times every single day, including day one. That means on day one, you have to have sex five times. Is it five different guys, or maybe two times for one guy, three times for another one? Or — god, is it one guy, five times in one day? Isn’t that too much pressure?”

You couldn’t breathe. You were laughing that painful laugh that takes every ounce of your oxygen away from you and never gave you a moment to pause for an inhale. You might just die right here, teased to death because Kyungsoo found your condoms.

“You just met them! I mean, I know that you’re obviously a beautiful woman. I will admit that,” his hand was lifted to his chest as he spoke, “and it’s much easier for a woman, especially one like you, to get laid; but five times? bam-bam-bam-bam-bam,” his hands were up and he was hitting one off the other one, a visual representation of the insane amount of sex you were having in this hypothetical scenario he was describing and you were trying your absolute best to breathe through your laughter. You felt tears running down your face from it.

He wouldn’t quit, “Sex. Straight away. No names, no facts about them, no rest because there’s no time. Right from day one, just … fucking. And then you have to keep up that momentum. Every single day, five times. It’s insane! How would you have time for anything else? Do you eat? Sleep? Shower?”

You’d moved at that point in his speech. You had leapt toward him. You needed to end this once and for all. This was what you feared might happen. You were laughing too much at his ridiculous analysis of the logistics of you bringing twenty condoms with you to be able to speak at all, you simply moved closer to where he sat on the other side of this pot of noodles and you reached up for him with both of your hands. You needed to stop him. One of your hands landed over his open mouth and you covered it tightly, the other one you wrapped around his shoulders trying to give yourself some leverage to stop him from talking about it.

He lifted a hand and pulled yours down from his lips, managing to eke out another giggle and a few more words, “t-twenty c-condoms,” he managed to get out and you struggled to pull your hand free so you could cover his mouth again. He was shaking with his laughter and you squeezed as tightly as you could, finding yourself practically sitting in his lap in the efforts to silence him. If he died from this he deserved it.

“Shut up, shut up, oh my god, shut up,” you cried through the horrified giggles, squeezing him tighter to try and end everything embarrassing that was happening right now. You hardly even felt the other hand of his that wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him to keep you from falling into the hot noodles and burning yourself. It made your thighs part up high on his lap, right near his waist. The shorts you wore were so short you could feel the scratchiness of his jean shorts against your bare inner thighs. You could feel the warmth of him between your legs and you tried not to imagine how very tightly you were actually pressed up against his body, the warmth between your legs embracing the warmth of him. His grip around you was tight and this was probably only to keep you safe — the liability that you were, afterall.

You couldn’t have been the only one. There was just no way a single adult would come to something like this and not come prepared. When you managed to stop laughing enough to talk, you asked him.

“How many did you bring? And don’t lie to me and say you didn’t bring any.”

You released his mouth just so he could answer you and you watched his lips from up close as he licked them and opened his mouth to speak. You caught motion from his free hand and he held up his five fingers and his mouth silently spoke out the number.

“Five?” You flinched on top of him and his hand tightened around your waist, immediately pulling you back into him when you sagged away. You were slowly becoming more aware of how very close you were to him right now. The smallest shift of your hips and you would easily be straddling his waist. There was a growing humidity that built between the two of you where you connected with him here.

“Five,” he said with a slip of his eyes down on your lips, “a completely normal and reasonable pack of five.”

He bit down on his lips after the confession and you felt the muscles in his thighs below your ass shift, he wiggled just a little bit and with the wiggle you felt the slight change in how you sat on him. With that wiggle you could feel just a little more of his lap that you sat on and you could make out a definite flush in his cheeks, his ears, and the back of his neck. His lips in particular looked pinker when he bit down on them again and you struggled to pull your eyes up from them. You shouldn’t stare so long at his mouth. It brought up memories of the way he felt when he kissed you.

You could hardly make sense of his number though. You pulled your face back and shook your head in disbelief. You didn’t buy it.

“Just five?” You argued, “but — but what if you met the love of your life here and you’re both crazy about each other and wanted to just lock yourselves in a room for the whole week?”

He was giggling. You could feel it in his abdomen next to your inner thigh. Below your legs he felt firm and tense and his hand shifted as he adjusted his grip on you. His fingertips slipped beneath the fabric of your shirt and he felt even warmer than your burning skin felt that he now touched. His eyes were down on your lips again.

You couldn’t do this. You had to do something to stop this. This had crossed some sort of a line already.

“Well, maybe she’d be that one psychopath that brought twenty condoms with her.”

His words came out so quickly and they hit you like an electric shock.

The reality of this was back. It was an uncomfortable and dangerous feeling. It was splashing you in the face with cool water and you could feel the wrongness in it. This funny joke had gone too far. You saw it in his own severe reaction to what he had just said to you. He’d meant it as a joke, ultimately it had just been a funny joke.

After he spoke it, his lips flattened and the pinkness in his cheeks grew. His eyes which had been so playful suddenly dropped and he cleared his throat at the same time as you allowed gravity to take your balance and shift it away from him. His hand left your waist immediately and you scooted back and away from him, retreating to the other side of the noodles, off of his lap and out of his arms, where it was in your best interest to stay for good.

You had a renewed interest in your beer can. The brand was something local that you’d never had before and you read the back label from top to bottom without skipping a single word and without digesting a single word either. You could make out his movement from your peripheral vision and you heard the click and hiss of another beer can being opened, followed instantly by a second. It pulled your attention up from your own empty can and Kyungsoo was leaning forward with the beer in his hand for you to take, his flighty eyes not quite meeting yours except for the briefest of touches.

Without him perceiving you so closely you could feel yourself relaxing a little bit from the earlier humiliation and laughing fit turned inappropriate and stifling closeness that nearly suffocated you both with the unexplainable thickness of the air that had built up between the two of you.

Halfway through this beer Kyungsoo inhaled deeply, opened his mouth and asked you a silly question.

“Zombie invasion or Vampires?” he asked and you swallowed what was inside your mouth and looked into his face. He was looking down at his beer can absentmindedly while he clicked the tab with his thumb. It took you only a few seconds of thought and you shrugged, “Vampires, I guess.”

He nodded his head once and shrugged his face, “they’re only a problem at night,” he said in agreement. It was the same thought that you had about them. Zombies seemed like an all the time problem. Vampires would be solved with a curfew.

”Watching sports or playing sports?” You asked suddenly, figuring that this game involved taking turns. His eyes were lifted up into the air above his head and he pursed his lips, “playing sports, I guess.”

“Same.” You were nodding in agreement, finding sports on TV too boring to handle you much more enjoyed playing them even if you were never really great at any one sport in particular.

“Singing or Dancing?” It was his turn to ask.

You really enjoyed singing when you were alone, but you weren’t the kind of person to be able to do it in front of anyone. Still, if you had to pick one, you’d pick singing. You answered as such and his head ticked to the side with a cute eyebrow lift and a smile.

“Singing,” he said in agreement with you and you nodded your head, hoping he wouldn’t expect you to actually be any good at it. This was about enjoyment, not talent.

“Win the lottery or find your soulmate?” This one had him thinking. He had been such a crazy person while playing Monopoly you figured he would pick the money but after a few minutes of thought he shrugged and took a sip of his beer giving a soft “soulmate,” as his answer.

“Ohhhh, I didn’t expect that from you.” You teased and you swallowed more of your beer emptying the can completely as he watched your face for a few moments, probably expecting you to answer this one. You only nodded your head as a response. He lifted his eyebrows in question and you nodded again, confirming without words that you had the same response as he did. It was kind of spooky how many answers you both shared. Even weirder still that he understood what you were saying without you having to actually speak with him. It was something you’d noticed during some of the cooking challenges, the odd unspoken communication that just came easy with him.

“Right or left?” He asked very suddenly with a wide smile and you lifted up your right hand, shouting “exterior!” proudly and instantly. His eyes widened and gave you a round of applause before he asked another question, “East or west?” This one didn’t work. You lifted your hand and scratched at your lip, avoiding his eyes and pointing a finger in some direction that you’d just picked at random.

“That’s South.” He shook his head and furrowed his brows, “boooo,” he jeered at you and you shrugged in a hopeless sort of way with a giggle. “It moves around,” you whined and he shook his head slowly at you. “It absolutely does not. You move, it stays where it is.”

The sound of the patio door opening startled you both and you turned to see Sara sheepishly peeking her head out through the opening.

“Oh, here you are. I thought I heard laughing,” she said in her sweet voice, “we’re just starting a movie marathon, do you both want to join?”

It sounded fun actually. You’d wondered how much longer you two could play this or that before running out of ideas and you were nodding your head enthusiastically, pushing yourself up to your feet before Kyungsoo even had a chance to register the question.

“Oh, uhh — alright,” he said softly as if he’s only just now realized that he had been spending all of this time with you alone, the enemy — out of what, pure love for ramen? Need for fresh air and a distraction from the tedium? There was a movie marathon happening now, that was real entertainment. Not just a crazy girl who he could make fun of for packing way too many condoms for a 5-day trip, who doesn’t know directions, and who does awful things to him like call him mean names, attack his ribs because that’s where he’s the most ticklish, tries to suffocate him any chance she gets, and does terrible awful things to his toothbrush.

You were already cleaning up the space and gathering trash and used utensils to bring inside. Kyungsoo was only now standing up and picking up the last few beer cans and the remains of the delicious ramen he had made for you.

Inside of the kitchen the others had brought over some spare mattresses and pillows and laid them all out on the floor — they had turned out the lights and they were projecting a movie on the big blank wall.

It was something you hadn’t ever seen before, something grand and epic with a large sweeping universe, action, adventure and romance all in one. It honestly felt perfect for a movie marathon.

You could smell the microwave popcorn and you already had a cold beer waiting for you on one of the floor mattresses. You had a pile of pillows at your back and someone, god bless them, had gone into your room and brought your lovely winner’s blanket.

You eyed the rest of the group as they settled down in spots around the space, specifically leaving the space right beside you open for Kyungsoo. You noticed a cold beer next to his side as well. Normally you’d have gone out of your way to find another spot to sit. Or even drag a big heavy mattress over to use instead of having to share the same one with him. But now the movie was starting and there was really not enough time for all of that. You scooted closest to the edge of this mattress and out of your peripheral vision you saw him come up to the other side of this mattress and he sunk down into it, grabbing the beer and sitting a lot further away from the edge than you had done.

He wasn’t going out of his way to put as much space between the two of you as you had been. The lights were out and the movie began playing and soon this sitting at the very edge of this thing was becoming a bit too uncomfortable so you scooted yourself just a little bit closer to where he sat.

When you scooted though, you could suddenly feel the warmth of his thigh next to yours and as you adjusted you leaned against some of the pillows propped up behind your back, finding a bit more support when you leaned just slightly against his arm. You’d pulled your blanket up over your legs and pretended not to notice when his hand pulled the blanket over his legs too.

The movies were long and involved. Occasionally your mind would drift too far from the plot and the small whispered questions like, “wait, who is that guy again?” Would be met with whispered responses, “that’s the admiral’s son,” and your follow up realizations like, “ohh my god that’s why he’s being hunted,” got a white little hum as a response from him.

While you tried your best not to interrupt his movie watching experience you felt strangely comfortable asking him every single question that popped into your head and based on his calm responses you didn’t think he even minded it all that much.

The movie gave you whiplash though. It was quick with the surprises and it had reached a point when you’d already jumped four times from the dramatic twists and turns and you could feel some very real danger for the main hero when he found himself down in a dark pit, seemingly at the end of his luck. You could feel a creepy crawling sensation slipping up your back when you first saw them; it was spiders. Spiders. You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach and you felt your breath feel sticky in your heavy lungs. There were so many. You were gasping. You were desperate for air but your lungs wouldn’t cooperate. Hundreds. Thousands of enormous, hairy spiders with thousands of legs and fangs; the sounds of their skittering feet and chomping jaws — the rooms filled with their webs, and human sized bodies trapped in those webs, wrapped up and wriggling and screaming. You felt your hands shaking and you had to close your eyes. You couldn't breathe. You couldn’t stop it. You were going to die right here without oxygen. You couldn’t stop it. You could feel their legs crawling all over your skin and you could feel their fangs sinking down into your skin. Ripping out chunks of your flesh. Burrowing under your skin. You had to dip your head down under the blanket and you were trembling all over and you couldn’t breathe.

“Hey,” you heard his low voice whisper out into your ear over the sound of the screaming, “hey, hey. Shh… you’re okay.” He was talking to you. You felt his arms rubbing over your back, you felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and he was rubbing you up and down in long slow pressured passes over your skin, shushing into your ear and willing you to calm down with the warmth of his cheek pressed up against your cheek.

“Shhh…They’re not real.”

“They can’t hurt you.”

“You are safe here.”

“You’re okay, honey, you’re alright.”

“Breathe in slowly,” he mentored the deep and slow breaths he urged you to take. You felt the slow rise of his chest as he did it. You gasped and your lungs stuttered as you tried to copy him.

“And out, slowly.” You felt the slow exhale he let out. He was so close, his breath warmed your face.

It took a long while. Your breathing was the first to begin to settle.

You’d lifted your face from where you’d been hiding against his chest and you found that you had been crying. It took you a few deep breaths to get your breathing to actually start to settle down and his words began to really sink in. You’d had some sort of a panic attack at the thought of all of those spiders and you must have been so stressed out lately being here with all of those bugs around you constantly, you’d simply lost your touch with reality for a moment.

“A-Are they gone yet?” You had it under control. You understood what had happened and you simply lost your mind for a short while but he brought you back. It was just panic. It happened occasionally and on those rare times when it took you over so completely, it took you hours to finally calm down. But here, here with him; he had been so quick to understand what was happening and he had been so steady and strong with his words and his distracting comfort. You felt taken aback and stunned.

It took him a few moments to lift his head out of the blanket and when he came back to you he gave you the smallest squeeze on your hand that he was holding and you knew it was over.

“They are gone,” he leaned his forehead against yours under this blanket and whispered the answer to your question.

“T-Thank you,” you whispered and you wiped your face with the back of your hand. You felt the small hum from his chest as a response and you held your breath when you felt the soft pads of his thumbs wiping the wetness from your cheeks. You felt like a mess. What a ridiculous human being you were. Unable to handle a little bit of fake spiders in a fake movie, you felt like an idiot. The shame from this was next to flood through your body and you whispered out a quiet word to him, “sorry.”

You felt his head shaking back and forth and he had already pulled both of your heads out from under the blanket that was quickly growing stuffy from the heat from both of your bodies.

“Don’t be. You’re fine.” He said it in such a matter of fact way, it felt so very true and finite. Don’t be sorry. You are fine. Then he squeezed down harder on your hand which he still held down somewhere under this blanket.

He wasn't letting you go. Was this just you being a liability again? Was he trying to keep you from weeping and screaming and causing a scene? You felt so caught off guard and nervous with him holding your hand like this that you felt too scared to move.

This fucking movie though, the whiplash continued because in front of you now, unfolded a sensual romantic scene. With you and Kyungsoo sharing this blanket with you on the same mattress and with your hand held tightly within his own, his fingers intertwined now within yours and the heavy weight of his bare knee resting atop of your bare thigh. They were kissing now. He had just walked in on her in the shower and he had shoved her roughly against the marble wall of the fancy hotel room and his hands moved to cup her bare breasts. The camera zoomed in on her nipples and his hands roughly gripped her ass. You stared ahead with your teeth biting down hard on your own lips when you felt the loosening of Kyungsoo’s hand as he straightened his posture and cleared his throat, and unwound your fingers from his fingers, your hand from his hand, he unceremoniously dropped you entirely and pulled his own hands together securely onto his own lap.

You felt oddly slighted but the scene had been too close to your first kiss with him for either of you to withstand.

The pair on the screen were fucking on a bed now. Seeing the quick progression of the love scene made you slightly thankful that he had let go of your hand when he did, even if you did feel a strange twinge in your throat for having been dropped like a hot potato by the man, his timing was spot on.

The second movie had finished. This was a trilogy and you’d all been watching this for hours now. You felt the need to get up and move your body some as a few of the others had done throughout the film.

You’d managed to untangle yourself from the blanket. Kyungsoo didn’t move when you left. He had taken on a more relaxed posture on the blankets and only the very slight reflection of the screen on his eyes gave you any indication that he was awake. But now when you looked at him, you no longer saw the reflection. His eyes seemed to be closed. You’d woken him up so early this morning; already it felt like ages ago.

In the back of this big room you caught sigh of Sara who had been pacing with an odd posture. You noticed she hadn’t laid down much on the mattresses during the films and she had opted for sitting up in a chair. She’d mentioned with a smile that if she got all the way down there she might not be able to get back up. Still, she was no longer seated but just doing slow and careful walking exercises here in the far back wall.

She caught your motion to join her and her shoulders straightened out as she greeted you with a smile. You noticed her hand fell down from where she had been touching her belly. Her smile was so bright that you figured she had just been absentmindedly touching her baby rather than feeling any sorts of discomfort.

“Are you here to join me in my walks?” She reached for you and linked elbows with you the moment you were within touching distance and you giggled beside this sweet woman and fell into step beside her.

You both took several slow and steady steps in a big lazy circle around the large open space. After a few moments of walking she squeezed a hand around your forearm and giggled into your ear beside you. “Has he kissed you yet?”

Always straight and to the point. You looked into her face with wide eyes and you could feel the heat filling your cheeks with the answer basically broadcasted with your reaction and her smiled widened further with the quiet little yelp of excitement that erupted from her chest.

“But he didn’t mean it,” you said in a whisper. She was still smiling and she nodded her head up and down, “Sara, he was just drunk.” She was giggling with her hand covering her mouth to keep her volume down.

“Oh psshh…” she waved a dismissive hand. “They never mean it,” she whispered, “until they do,” she added with a slow rub over her belly and a wild giggle and you gasped scandalously and tapped her arm to get her to cut that out. Your wordless denials had absolutely no effect on her. She had long ago left reality and now resided deep in la-la land.

“I am so serious,” she whispered with her head dipped down beside your face, “you don’t see the way he looks at you — no, the way he stares at you. If I didn’t know for the fact that he was terribly, hopelessly,” she inhaled and leaned into the dramatics with a suggestive whispered groan, “desperately in love with you, I’d think he was trying to set you on fire with his eyes.”

She lifted her head and touched the tip of her index finger to her chin, “actually I think it might be that too. He wants you to burn for him the way he burns for you. Gahhhhhh—” she was squealing again. You had to shush her to remind her to keep her voice down. Strangely she quit squealing quite abruptly and her hand was touching over her belly again with the smallest gasp.

This couldn’t have been a coincidence, you’d seen her touching her belly many times at this point with a sort of pensive look in her eyes.

“Sara, are you okay? What’s happening?”

Her mouth was shaped into an o and she exhaled slowly through her mouth.

“Just, normal aches and pains involved with growing a person inside of your body. It’ll pass,” she was assuring you of this but you couldn’t help but notice the light sheen of sweat that covered her forehead.

“Come sit down,” you pulled lightly on her arm, urging her to relax now but she pulled you back.

“The walking helps,” she said with her eyebrows furrowed together and her slow and steady exhale leaving her chest in a purposeful rhythm.

You felt a surge of worry with the realization that you had been watching her walking in slow and steady circles for the better part of three hours now. The walking helps, helps with what? Was she in labor?

“How long are the pauses in between?”

“It was — hours but they’re getting closer. It’s probably nothing,” her smile was back. She’d straightened out her shoulders and shrugged lightly, as if having a baby right now in the wake of a strong hurricane while not in a hospital was no big deal at all.

“We have to tell someone,” you said, moving through the large space of this industrial kitchen until you reached the space where the movie was playing. You found a sleeping Javier and a groggy Mr. Chen who noticed your movement. You kneeled down and whispered into his ear. He caught the important words, namely ‘Sara’ and ‘baby,’ and he was standing up instantly, tapping Javier roughly on the arm who woke up with a start.

“Javier, get up. Your wife is in labor. I have to call her sister. Oh my god, I’m going to be an uncle.”

Wife? Javier and Sara are married to each other? Uncle? Were all of these people part of the same family? The words came at shock to you and their quick movement woke Kyungsoo who sat up and rubbed his eyes.

The movie was turned off. There was a flurry of activity and movement and Mr. Chen and Javier were arguing with an impossibly stubborn pregnant woman who was so clearly in labor that she had to pause every ten minutes for breathing exercises before she would continue with her denials.

“I just don’t want to miss them,” she whined with a deep frown on her face and she motioned toward where you and Kyungsoo stood, “they got so close, it almost happened. And you’re telling me I can’t just cross my legs and go later? I think I can hold it.”

Sara was crying. She was irrationally invested in You and Kyungsoo’s story and she was in pain.

You assured her that there was nothing important here that she was going to miss and she needed to go with Mr. Chen and Javier now. She needed to go meet her new baby. They were headed to the hospital. Mr. Chen assured us that he was an expert at navigating the treacherous weather worn and flooded roads of this island and he would deliver her there safely. He even promised to return tomorrow as soon as he was able to and Kyungsoo got everyone’s phone number so they could send updates.

The big heavy door to the front of the building closed shut tight with a heavy bang and you found yourself standing in absolute silence opposite an equally quiet Kyungsoo. For the first time since you’d met him you were really completely and undeniably alone with the man who — against every single desperate and gasping breath and scream as evidence of your stubborn denial — alone with the man who you were in love with.

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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: ̗̀➛ xu minghao

ᯤ paring- jun is readers brother, brothers best friend, friends to lovers<3 softdom!minghao x sub!reader

ᯤ warnings- smut with plot, they make out in a car, dry humping?? (just a lil), lots and lots of kissing, praise kinda??, unprotected sex(he pulls out tho💪), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, after care, they’re very in love (yuck!!!), jun catches them cuddling (he lowkey loves them ok), affection, fluff, they stargaze together<3 MDNI

ᯤ a/n- not proofread OOPS PLS I WILL,,,,I MADE RHIS TOO LOMGSHAGSGS,,, im not regretting it tho because i LOVE it. minghao is rotting my brain anon thank u for sharing ur idea💖💖

he is going to be the death of you. “he” being xu minghao of course. the most gorgeous man you set eyes on. he’s also jun’s best friend, your brother. isn’t that just great for you? you’re around him constantly, he’s kind, caring, and very hot. why wouldn’t you have the biggest crush on him? he’s also coming over right now. you, him, and jun planned a hangout. you loved hanging out with them,,,especially minghao.

you guys had planned a game night with every board game imaginable. you three in you & juns living room. you were obviously winning in every game. but that was quickly cut short when a call interrupted your round of uno. jun looks around for his phone quickly. he grabs it,, answering his phone.

“hey! yea im free- okay cool i’ll leave soon!” he replies to the other person on the line. “i got myself a date!” he says after hanging up the phone. “they want to hangout! i’m so excited- surely you guys would be fine here by yourself.” he smiles at you two. “well of course we will. right y/n? go get that date.” he looks at you with a soft smile. you nod looking back at your brother. he is gone in an instant to go to his room.

“do you want to keep playing?” minghao breaks the small silence. you shrug a little shaking your head. “not really- i’m tired now.” you laugh at yourself feeling defeated. he nods his head agreeing with you. “i’m gonna lay down for a little bit. if that’s okay? i promise i won’t let you be alone for the night!” he nods and lays back against the couch.

“lay down all you need. im gonna do the same!” he smiles at you as you make your way to your bedroom. you smothered your self in your covers as soon as you get onto your bed. you try to find something to watch but there’s simply nothing good. so you think why not do something you literally always do. stargazing!!! maybe you can invite minghao? if he would even want to come- your brain can’t help but to bring him into everything.

you make your way down to the living room to see minghao laying on the couch scrolling on his phone. you have your keys in hand as you grab you fill up your water bottle. “where are you going?” minghao turns to look at you.

“oh- i’m gonna go stargazing. you can come if you want.” you say looking at him with a soft smile. he jumps off the couch with a nod. “can i? that’s like my favorite thing ever.” he makes his way over to you leaving you awfully close. you blush at the closeness and look away from him. “okay let’s go.”

the stars and minghao had easily become one of your favorite things. you two are laying on a blanket at your favorite look out spot. the temperature is perfect and so is minghao. you try to focus on the stars you really do but you just keep getting distracted. “what are you thinking about in that pretty head?” his words catch you completely off guard. you try not to show how flustered he makes you as you reply.

“nothing- just staring into space.” you smile as you turn to him. you regret that very quickly. he’s just so pretty. “you think jun is having a good time on his date?” he asks looking at you softly. you nod. “i’m sure of it! juns really great. and he really likes them. he’s always telling me.” you laugh as you think of the memories of your brother.

“yea me too. they seem great for him.” he nods at your words turning back to look at the stars,, you doing the same. “you want to go on a date with someone? you got a crush?” he blurts out as he smiles at the stars. “oh- well not really. i don’t know i guess?” he turns to look at you. “that was an unsure answer.” he giggles a little and you blush at that. the sound of his laugh filling your ears is something you could listen to forever.

“well i do like someone but they don’t like me back so it’s stupid.” he shakes his head. “not stupid at all. i-well i’m kinda in the same situation. i get you.” he smiles at you. “what do you think i should do?” you say looking away from him. “i don’t know- i would say go for it. you never know what will happen.” his words are comforting but you obviously don’t think you’ll be able to go through with his advice. you’re very afraid of rejection and making it weird for jun. you never want to put him in that situation.

“why haven’t you taken your own advice? i know it’s easier said than done.” he sighs a little at your words. “the girl i like is kinda off limits. well i don’t if i would say off limits but it’s just complicated.” you nod at him. “y/n- i don’t know if i should say this. but the girl is you- it’s fine if you don’t feel the same i understand. i just can’t lie to you.” he says looking at you waiting for you to say something. you are beyond shocked by his confession. you never thought that he would feel the same.

“look i’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. that’s the last thing i wanted to do.” his expression softens as he sits up. “no minghao! i’m not uncomfortable i swear. i just am shocked because i feel the same.” you sitting up as well to look at him fully. “really? are you messing with me?” he laughs nervously.

“no no- i would never do that. minghao i like you too. i have for awhile i just could never tell you. i was too scared and i know it’s stupid because you’re jun’s best friend and i know how easy you are to talk to- i’m just rambling now i’m sorry im nervous!” you laugh looking away from him. “don’t be sorry. i’m nervous too. you make me very nervous,,in the best way!” he says not taking his eyes off you.

“can i kiss you?” he asks grabbing your hand. “yes-“ his lips are quick to meet yours. the kiss is sweet and filled with love. you let a moan slip as he deepens the kiss. his hand cups your face as slowly melt more into the kiss.

you’re the first to pull away with a light pant. “i wanted to do that for a really long time.” you say with a smile. he nods his head pulling you into a hug. “me too- also you look really pretty tonight,,you always do.” his words always make you blush but him calling you pretty has you bright red. you laugh looking away from him.

“no- i meant it you look beautiful.” you smile as he rubs your cheek a little having you look at him. “thank you minghao. you’re sweet.” he smiles before looking around. “it’s getting pretty late do you think we should go back?” you nod getting up from your spot grabbing your blanket heading back to the car. “do you want to drive?” you ask waving the keys at him. “sure.” he smiles as you throw the keys to him. you both getting into the warmth of the car.

“minghao- can i kiss you again?” you turn touching his arm gently. “of course sweetheart. come here.” you literally think you might die right then and there. sweetheart????? you could die happy now of course. he leans in to kiss you, his hand coming up to grab your face again. this kiss is more desperate on his end and you love it. it’s hungry but he’s still being gentle.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” he says in between kisses. you have butterflies in your stomach. you are dying in front of him and you don’t even care. you moan quietly as you slowly climb over his lap. he helps you onto his lap as you get comfortable. you grind down mindlessly against him causing him to pull away from the kiss.

“shit- are you- do you want to do this?” you nod pecking his lips. “maybe a little here and more at home? if you want to- hao i really want you.” he laughs in disbelief. “you’re gonna kill me. i want you more than anything pretty.” he pulls you into another kiss as you start to grind down onto him again. he groans into the kiss moving his hands to your hips helping you move against him.

“fuck- let’s go now.” you pull away from the kiss and climb off of him. he laughs straightening out himself as he starts the car. “wait- what if jun is there?” you look at him as he starts to drive to your house. “i don’t think he’s back yet. i think he would’ve texted or something.” he smiles at you quickly looking back at the road.

as soon as you guys make sure no one is home. you are quick to run to your bedroom. you guys are stripping each other like its a race. he is on top of you kissing your neck slowly. “can i touch you?” he asks as he kisses against your chest and down your stomach. “please hao-“ he kisses against your thighs. he comes back up to face you to kiss your lips. you feel his fingers rub against your thighs. he plants soft whispers and praises into your neck as feel his fingers rubbing against your slit.

“hao-“ he shuts you up by kissing you as you feel one of his fingers enter you. he’s kissing you sloppily as he works his finger slowly. he pulls away to look at you fully spread for him. “look at you. so so pretty i can’t-“ he kissing against your skin gently as he cups one of your breasts rubbing it gently. you moan out quickly putting your hand over your mouth.

“don’t hide yourself. you sound so pretty.” his finger curls inside you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. “b-but what if jun comes h-home.” you throw your head back at the pleasure quickly forgetting about your words. your moan is loud as minghao licks a small stripe against your neck, kissing it very carefully.

“h-hao? can you fuck me? please i n-need you.” you pull his face closer to you by his chain, careful not to break it. “shit- are you sure?” he asks as he kisses your cheek. “yes! i’m- so sure please-“ he nods quickly moving to spread your legs for him. he gives his dick a couple strokes as he lines up with you. you watch him with intense eyes as you feel yourself get wetter. his brown hair messy and the dark light is making you lose your mind. how could someone be so perfect? he wants you? you are beyond lucky.

“you are completely sure?” he looks up at you. you nod pulling him down to peck his lips. “i need you- please hao.” you sigh as you feel him rub his tip against your clit. “why are you teasing?” you pout at him as he chuckles at you a little. “okay- i won’t tease you anymore.” you feel him push into you gently as he leaves kisses against your neck and shoulders.

“oh- oh my gosh hao-“ you wince at the pain but it was quickly replaced with pleasure. he slowly bottoms out watching your face. “are you okay?” you rubs your side lovingly as he watches your expression. “yes- keep going. you can move-“ he cuts you off as he starts to move his hips shallowly.

“shit- i didn’t ask about protection-“ he looks around as he draws his hips from you. “no- you can just pull out! if you’re okay with that?” you grab his arm gently. he looks at you with a half smirk. “yea- fuck okay.” he is quick to return to movements. you cry out loudly, moaning his name.

he groans when he hears his name leave your lips. “fuck- keep moaning my name sweetheart.” okay did you just come? well no but you could’ve from how sexy he sounded. you throw your head back as his hips speed against you. his hands are gripping your hips helping you move with his thrusts. “this okay?” you nod moaning out.

“so g-good.” you are almost to tears he’s moving at the perfect pace and being so gentle. he leaves soft kisses against your body. the praises sending you into heaven. “you’re so pretty- fuck aren’t you?” “you look so perfect for me, all for me.” you blushing at each of his statements as your cunt agrees with the loving praises he’s giving you. “shit- i might come.” he looks at you before groaning as his hips start to slow just slightly.

“me- too. don’t s-stop.” you grip his shoulder as you moan his name loudly. his hips start to move at the perfect angle causing both of you to cry out for each other. “i’m coming-“ he kisses your neck as his hips stuttering. you clench around him as you to warn him, coming undone. he groans as he pulls out of you. his warm seed painting your stomach. you both moan out as he throws his head back.

“you were so perfect. took it so well for me.” he kisses your head. “look at you gorgeous as ever sweetheart.” he rubs your cheek as he grabs a rag to clean you up. he’s very gentle as he cleans you up. he’s looking at you giving you cute smiles as you feel some spots tickle. he gives your face soft kisses as he finishes cleaning you off.

“all clean now- well kinda.” he smiles pulling your fave in to kiss you as he crawls into the bed with you. just a few hours ago you were thinking of the boy in that same bed. you look over as him as you hand him his shorts and grab your discarded clothes both of you getting dressed. minghao staying shirtless with just his shorts. you guys crawl back into bed together. he pulls you close to him almost instantly. “i think i’m in love with you.” he says as he looks at you. your smile quickly turns into an even bigger one.

“hao i think i am too.” you kisses his lips snuggling back into him. “you’re so beautiful. how am i so lucky?” he kisses your cheek. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asks you as he lays his head against yours. “of course i will hao.” you smile kissing his head. you two stay cuddled up for another hour as you hear the front door open. jun came in to no one in the living room, which he thought was weird. maybe minghao is in his room and you are in yours? of course he’s gonna check on you first. he opens your door without knocking giving you and minghao to separate from each others arms.

“i’m home. how was ur nig-“ he looks at you guys blankly for a second almost speechless. “did you guys- have sex?” he looks at minghao’s boxers and shirt with your bra against the floor. “uh-“ he shakes his head. “fucking finally. well first of all gross. but finally you guys can stop annoying me with the awkward flirting!” he laughs quietly.

“glad your night was eventful.” you hide your face in embarrassment. “okay enough about that! how was your date jun?” you ask him, you smile as minghao nods along with your words. “it was great! we’re going to breakfast so on that note i’m going to bed. i also need to wash this image out of my mind.” he turns away from your door closing. “we weren’t even doing anything!” you shout through the door. he ignores you but you quickly get a text.

jun😾- goodnight love u guys 🤮

[awniie]

games ! - featuring your boyfriends megumi, choso, yuji, namani, saturo ♡

ʚ summary: basically just headcannons of playing games with your favs ִ° ⋆ 

ʚ content: some language, cheating in games, no prn + gender specific reader ִ° ⋆ 

ʚ megumi

- is pretty neutral when it comes to any types of game, he’s pretty good at them though

- sees them as a distraction, especially whenever he tries to talk to you and your playing hole.io

- if it’s a raining day and the two of you are bored, he’ll absolutely suggest board games though

- if he wins the game he’ll go “i won” with a silly smirk and placing his cards down on the table leaving you frustrated and fuming. Sometimes if he’s really feeling himself, you guys can go multiple rounds (lmao)

- if YOU win, you can see a little twitch in his face but he won’t get too riled up. “Good job, let’s go something else now.” He’s a little bit of a sore loser, but he tries horribly not to show it.

- you suggest something like Minecraft though and he acts like he’s 8

- cracked at building houses, probably has 3 dogs and has a bed placed next to yours <3

ʚ choso

- lovessss games ( cannon!1!1!11! )

- play fighting, races, board games, video games, you name it. Even if he doesn’t know how to play it, trust me, he WILL learn.

-when he’s with you, he’s calm and more sweet with them. He lets you gloat if you manage to beat him in Mario kart, knowing he’ll destroy you next time.

- sometimes you’ll play something more slow-paced like stardew valley and animal crossing

- if he’s with Yuuji it gets hella competitive ( older siblings vibes )

-You’d suggest Uno as a game and show choso how to play

- trust when i say all three of you are probably having shouting matches, slamming down cards on the table, and demanding rematches.

- Apologizes afterwards “sorry…i got a little carried away. BUT-” and then you guys start having a ‘passionate’ conversation on how you absolutely cheated

ʚ namani

- also neutral about games, thinks they’re appropriate for certain times

- probably plays like sudoko, crossword puzzles or some old man type stuff.

- you try teaching him a racing style game, only to find out he’s cracked.

- “Oh hm, i won again.” He’d say nonchalantly, mouth turning into a smile as he saw your open mouth and irritated brows

- he secretly plays like candy crush and that one panda game on his work tablet like a little iPad kid.

- he probably wears those blue light glasses whenever he uses a screen to play a game :sob:

ʚ saturo

- also lovesss games

- probably plays games like street fighter, streets of rage etc.

- will show you how to do special moves, but then also gate-keeps some whenever you play 1v1

- says something like “a good sorcerer never reveals all his tricks” or something nerdy like that

- he’s actually a cheater

-whenever you guys are racing, he’d probably start running before you finish counting down.

-if you guys are playing a board game, probably has some cards up his ass

ʚ yuuji

- plays every single video game ever and IS GOOD AT THEM

- probably plays Fortnite, wouldn’t be surprised if he had a twitch channel too

- has a whole gaming setup and sh and definitely gets into “a zone” whenever he’s playing.

- probably also hacks and cheats in games just to mess with you and choso

- you guys have probably had a competition to see who can fit the most grapes in your mouth

END ♡

[magicxc]

Frenemies

Pairings: Survey Corps - people they cannot STAND

Word Count: 1076

Warnings: none

A/N: Idk man I love a good tussle jskksks. Like give me two characters who absolutely hate each other! And with AOT I really don't have to look too far, yay. This is basically canon but it's funny to think about so here it is as well. 

Headcannons Masterlist

Eren  - Jean, Weak People

I think the Jean one gets over exaggerated a little, and for good reason too, cause the girlies be EATING with those tropes. But at the end of the day they have a mutual understanding and are cordial at best. They're mostly cool because they share mutual friends and spaces but it’s no longer beef per se. 

Hear me out, I don't think anyone wiping out 80% of humanity is willing to kick it with people who aint about it. Mans need someone who’s willing to stand on business behind him. Even throughout the show he’s always admitted to not liking people who’s willing to live like “livestock.” So this is not to be confused with physically weak people by the way but psychologically weak people. Essentially Eren has beef if you’re willing to take it lying down. 

Levi - Zeke

Listennnn I LIVE for their fight scenes okay lmao. Like it's almost always on sight for them and their lil jabs at one another? It’s chucklessss for me omg. Lets be clear, their beef is absolutely warranted. It can be safely argued that Levi doesnt really care for most people but Zeke?? Oh baby its all smoke for him. 

Erwin - The Government 

I swear if it wasn't for the literal fate of humanity and his brewing theory Erwin would've just said fuck it cause baybeeee, they wanted that man GONE. They've tried to get him fired, pointed guns in his face, and built a whole ass guillotine to unalive him; in front of the entire town mind you. Maybe that was the custom back then I don't know. I don’t remember Erwin outright saying that he doesn't fuck with the government but fuck it, I’ll say it for him. Cause I'll stand ten toes down behind this one here. 

Connie - Ymir

I promise you I let out a nasty ole chuckle at the thought cause he don't even dislike her fr fr. I think it's a situation similar to Eren and Jean's in the sense that their friends and environment often see them in the same places. Because if we’re being real, not only do they have little in common but they just don't really vibe like that. I think they could've been a little more cordial but Ymir be on her own timing and it's usually at the expense of the squad. Like when she made fun of Connie for suspecting his mother was a titan or when she kidnapped Historia like 3 times and put them all in danger. And I can't even be mad at Connie for being the voice of reason cause him calling her ugly was simply the truth. I, too, reared back when I first saw Ymir's titan form. 

Jean - Eren, Reiner, Annie, Bertholt

The whole Eren thing is basically squashed but it’s worth noting that if he were to see him in public, he’d walk the other way. 

I lowkey had to dig deep for this one cause I genuinely forgot. But even though they’re all kumbaya now, those three bitches literally watched his homie get half his face chewed off by a titan. Jean is absolutely pouring one out for Marco every birthday by the way, but yeahh it’s still fuck them. Like if they were playing uno stacked, he’d save all his draw 4’s and make them draw 16. 

Onyankopon - Yelena

I'm not too sure that Ony dislikes anyone honestly. But I'm going with Yelena here mostly because she’s the reason he found himself in his current predicament. On what was supposed to be a solid plan in motion to save his people quickly turned into Ony modernizing a primitive people, helping build their resources from scratch, having people question his race (and I'm willing to bet my bottom dollar it was mfs that got ignorant), seeming untrustworthy among his peers, almost getting killed, fighting in a war he had nothing to do with, and probably losing his entire family in the rumble. Now, one or two of those things were inevitable, but if you were to view things from Ony’s POV everything went to shit over a bitch with a fatal attraction to a man with daddy issues. 

Reiner - Himself

Lmaooo I LOVE a good Reiner drag. And while this started out as a joke, I'm deadass now. This man stays talking about wanting to end it all but never follows through, smh. With lots of therapy and support, I genuinely think that Reiner would be on the road to recovery and a healthy lifestyle; but there’ll always be that lingering thought on if he’s worth it or not

Honorable mention: Ymir. But solely because she would get in the way of his fantasy life with Historia. 

Armin - Floch? 

This munchkin is damn near Tanjiro levels of sweet cause omg who does he even hate??? He is always looking for the good in people and I'm about to dislocate my shoulder reaching this hard BUT, hear me out - It’s Floch even if he doesn’t outright say it. The same Floch who damaged the flying boat and almost ruined their mission before it even started? The same Floch who fucked it up so bad that Hange had to sacrifice herself which resulted in Armin taking on an even bigger responsibility? The same Floch who got in a lil too close with his bestie Eren? Close enough to be trusted with his future plans? The same Floch who when he lay on that ground bleeding Armin was nowhere in sight? Even at the port where they attacked the Yeagerists and Armin got shot in the face, he pleaded with his old comrades to stand down but Floch is beneath that level of reasoning huh? Whether Armin despises Floch or not it's safe to say if Floch were getting jumped, Armin would definitely sneak in a kick before helping. 

Floch - Erwin

This is literally one of those cases where its like I disagree but I understand lol. That man legit made them do a suicide charge and yeah he lead the charge blah blah blah but I could never be that brave. And so that resentment is understandable but in all fairness it shaped Flochs character for the better to be honest; cause that whole pwussy boi arc was annoying. 

Also adding the main cast of the Scouts lmao. They thwarted his plans and he spent his DYING breath standing on business. Gotta respect it.

Tags - @eveningatthemoviesnetwork

[imnotjaesblog]

Close The Door Behind You

Starring: Na Jaemin

Featuring: Lee Jeno

Genre: Brothers Best Friend to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Oral (F.receiving & M.). Jaemin pulls your arms back.

Sorry if it’s cringe it took some time to write and it’s been a while.

Quick Summary- Jeno is your strict older brother who has banded Jaemin from dating you, let alone looking at you. But one night you both can’t take it anymore. All the tension has finally exploded, but you have to be careful. God forbid Jeno hears.

Warnings: Cursing

Words: 5K

MINORS DO NOT READ!

Enjoy :)

For years you had grown beside Jaemin. You officially met when he attended your fifth birthday party. You informally met earlier that year at your brother's eighth birthday party. Jeno had a small party with only a few friends. Your mother made sure that day you would be away from the party, she assumed you wouldn't enjoy being the youngest one there. So she took you to one of Jeno's friends' houses to play with his sister.

You and Mark's sister didn't click. She wanted to roll around in the dirt and mud outside. You instead showed up in a floral dress with your tea set. You had laid out every plastic cup and the pink pot onto a blanket outside where her mother tended to their garden. His sister ran over and through a worm into the water you pretended was tea. You got upset and tackled her to the ground.

You came home early that day, mid-way through the party where you saw all of Jeno's older friends. You ignored most of them just wanting to take a bath. The dirt on your skin was starting to dry and became uncomfortable. That was until you saw Jaemin exit the bathroom. He was much taller than you ( an inch at the time) and much older than you. He was a third grader like your brother. You had stopped when you saw him, frozen in place. Your tea set began to slip from your tiny fingers.

No words came to mind, not a single sentence. For the first time you had seen a boy who wasn't icky or gross. He didn't smell or have dirty shoes. He had soft features and a warm smile. You felt your entire face heat up. You couldn't yet understand why it made you feel so warm inside.

As you stared at Jaemin the tea set slipped from your hands and fell onto the ground creating a loud thud. Everyone looked your way including Jeno who huffed annoyed you showed up and made your presence known. Even if it was an accident.

Some of the kids giggled and the others went back to whatever party game they were playing. You sighed pouting your lip as you bent down to clean up your mess. As you placed each tea cup in the box you saw another one lift that you didn't touch. You looked up confused but your features soften when you saw Jaemin placing a pink cup into the plastic box.

"Your Jeno's sister right?" he asked politely big brown eyes looking into yours. You nodded no words forming in your head. He chuckled placing more cups into your tea box. "I'm Jaemin his best friend. We go to school together," he said placing the final cup into the box. “Really?" was the first word you uttered to him. He nodded dusting off his hands and standing back up. "Uh-huh. You're in Kingdergartion with Mark's baby sister," he said with a smile pointing over at Mark who was more than occupied playing Uno. You frowned turning away from Jaemin.

"I'm not a baby," you pouted placing a single arm on your hip. Jaemin couldn't help but chuckle. You looked so cute pouting with your upset features that reminded him of a doll. His chuckling annoyed you, so you decided to stomp away into the bathroom where you waited for your mother.

Since that day Jaemin and Jeno only grew closer and you had grown beside them. Jaemin had come to every family vacation and party. He came to your house on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Him and Jeno had to take you trick r treating on Halloween, every year. He even dressed up as your prince one year, and Jeno dressed as the dragon.

Now being twenty-three years old you had grown out of princesses and tea parties. You lived in New York where you went to school leaving Jaemin in the past. You hadn't seen him since he graduated High school three years before you did. He started college as well and that’s truly when you stopped seeing him. Life seemed to move on for the both of you. Last you had seen when you visited home two years ago Jaemin was off traveling with a few of his friends, including Jeno. As well as a girl who he had brought over for Thanksgiving your senior year. You weren’t to happy about it at the time but got over it.

Now in your second year of school you decided it was time to settle into an apartment. You decided to invite Jeno and a couple of friends over to see your place. You also wanted to use them for free labor.

Your place was comfortable. You had a nice view of Central park and the train station wasn't too far from you. You had enough room for at least three people to live in and a kitchen big enough to host a dinner party. Your parents were truly blessed in life and had past it down to you.

You were finishing up the final details for the small housewarming when the doorbell rang. You checked the peephole seeing Jeno. You opened the door with a wide smile on your face and launched onto your brother causing him to fumble back. He held you with a surprised expression on his face that turned into a smile. "I missed you so much," you said into his chest. He still smelled the same, masculine but fresh. You inhaled his scent not wanting to let go of your brother.

“I missed you too," he said squeezing you stunned expression shifting to joy. Seven years ago the two of you would have been fighting to take a photo together. The time spent apart really changed things for the two of you.

You released your brother at the sound of footsteps. You looked to your left seeing Jaemin. Who looked much older, more mature. He had grown into his features. His lips were plumper, his body filled out and he definitely grew in height. His chest is firm and his body is lean. He was starting to look less like a boy and more like a man. You stared at him in awe but only for a brief moment to not seem creepy. It was only cute when you were a child.

He smiled and engulfed you in his arms leaving you not a second to process his unexpected arrival. He squeezed you tightly letting out a groan from the lack of air. He didn’t mind it though. He had missed you just as much as you missed him.

“Jaemin what are you doing here?" You asked letting go of him. His arms were still wrapped around your waist and your hands placed themselves on his firm chest. He smiled looking deeply into your eyes.

“Jeno told me you finally got a place and that you were having a little party. So you know I had to show up for my girl," he said giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

Jaemin always called you his girl but it was never because he liked you. It was because he had literally seen you since you were a baby. You were like his little sister. So when Jeno cleared his throat from behind causing your smile to fade Jaemin thought the over-protectiveness at this moment was unnecessary.

He let you go and went to Jeno's side helping to bring the food they brought inside. You followed them with a slight frown on your face. You will only ever be a little girl in his eyes. A sweet, innocent little girl, his sister who he practically helped raised when he was so much more to you.

The party continued into the night. Your friends and a few of Jeno's mingled enjoying the atmosphere. You decided to take a small break from the party and escape to the roof.

You stepped onto the roof as the sun began to set. Crossing your arms over your chest you walked closer to the ledge getting a much nicer view of the fading sun just over the trees of the park. You heard the door open and then close behind you. You could hear footsteps drawing closer and closer until the figure stood beside you. You looked over seeing Jaemin who threw you a smile, you did the same. "What are you thinking about?" he asked nudging his arm into yours. You scoffed holding back a smile. "I'm not thinking," you protested. He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Like I don't know who you are," he said stepping away from your side to walk around you. "Like I haven't raised you," he said standing to your right. You cocked a brow. "Raised me? I only saw you during special events," you teased. He chuckled head falling with his hair. "I recall many unspecial moments when I saw you," he said causing you to chuckle beside him at the memories.

"But seriously what's on your mind?" he asked again. You sighed looking away from him and at the view of the sun that was inches away from being hidden by the clouds. Being on the roof mixed with the soon full darkness of the sky created a cool and breezy setting. You enjoyed the fresh air taking one last inhale then sighing.

"I don't know. I guess I'm kind of tired of my brother," you began gaining Jaemin's attention even more. "How come?" he asked eyes focused on you while yours faced the sun. "I don't like that he always treats me like a child. I'm twenty-three years old and my brother who lives in another country still hounds over my life. He still tells me what I can and can't do. Like now when you hugged me. You're his best friend, basically, his brother and it was killing him inside seeing how you hugged me for just a little too long in his eyes," you said trying to get your point across. A slight pout left your lips that you didn't mean to show. It caused Jaemin to start chuckling after he noticed it. "What?" you asked confused by his reaction. Nothing about this was funny, at least to you.

"I haven't seen you do that in a while," he said with a smirk on his lips. "Do what?" you asked genuinely confused which made your bottom lip puff out. "That right there," he said pointing to your plush lip. "You always pout when you're annoyed or upset, you've done it since you were little," he said a smile creeping up on his lips.

“Whatever,” you said turning away from him. You walked closer to the black railing that protected you from falling off the roof. You sighed letting your hands dangle off the railing. Jaemin after all this time still occupied your mind. He stood by your side leaning on the iron rail. “What else are you thinking about?” He asked refusing to let this go. You couldn’t tell him what else ran through your mind. You’d freak him out completely. He wouldn’t talk to you anymore, he would avoid you for the simple fact that you were like his annoying little sister. “Y/n if I’m overstepping let me know,” he began clearing his throat. “But can I be honest with you?” He asked.

You nodded, “Of course, you can,” you said eyes barely meeting his. You kept your gaze on the card that drove by on the busy street. Jaemin sighed turning to face your direction. He took a small step closer to you. “I know I always tell you that you like my sister. I tell you all the times that I feel like I raised you. But if I’m being honest, and this seems like the only chance I’ll have to be completely honest being that we’re alone,” he joked avoiding the point. Your leg tapped slightly impatiently.

He huffed rubbing his eyes with his hand then letting it fall. “Since your graduation all that changed for me,” he said a serious tone taking his voice. You slightly turned to meet his eyes now intrigued with his confessions. “What do you mean?” You asked.

“You for the first time looked like a grown woman. You didn’t look like the same little girl who I took trick r treating and dressed up as her knight,” he smiled. “The same girl who I let practice makeup on me when she was twelve,” his smile grew brighter. “You were a grown woman. You were never my sister. You were the woman I loved,” he said stepping closer to you. His confession hit hard, straight to your mind and your heart. The warm feeling he gave you flowed throughout your body like a river. Then it started to fade. He had loved you. Loved? What happened?

“Loved?” You asked looking into his big eyes. “Love,” he responded stepping closer and placing a hand on the railing right next to your side blocking the view you had. His arm guarding your body and his frame standing tall above you. “Love,” he said leaning down inches away from your lips. His lips hovered over yours. You feel the faint breath that is released from them. Stepping closer you leaned in only to be pulled apart when the roof door busted open.

Jeno came walking with a worried expression on his face. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you,” he said coming to your side and completely ignoring Jaemin. “It’s been two hours since your disappearance,” he said raising his voice slightly. “I was starting to get worried. This is a big city!” He complained. You chuckled rubbing his shoulders. “I’m fine. Besides, I know my way around here better than all of you,” you joked stepping away from the railing. Jaemin followed which made Jeno pause.

“What were you two doing up here?” He asked. Jaemin stumbled over his words thinking of some excuse to say to avoid saying what Jeno almost saw. “We were talking,” you said confidently. It wasn’t a lie before he tried to kiss you, you both were talking. Jeno nodded his head looking at the two of you before turning away and letting you walk ahead of him.

———

Once the party was over Jeno and Jaemin had remained behind to help you clean up. Once you all had emptied the trash and wiped down the counter, wash the dishes, and set up the apartment the way it was before Jeno and Jaemin went to grab their coats.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said to Jeno a small whine leaving your lips. He chuckled wrapping you in his embrace. He held you there for a moment kissing your forehead then let you go. He turned to Jaemin. “I’m gonna start the car,” he said walking out your front door. Jaemin nodded in acknowledgment. He turned back to you letting out a sigh, hands in his pocket.

“I feel like if I say anything else tonight I won’t be able to stop,” he began. “So,” he said stepping forehead and placing a sweet tender peck under your ear close to your cheek. “Goodnight,” he said walking towards the door. You were still surprised by his action. But the alert on your phone broke your trance.

A warning of heavy rain, likely to cause a flood appeared. You widened your eyes running down to get your brother and his friend before they got stuck. You ran down the steps of your apartment complex seeing Jaemin step into the passenger seat. Once the door shut you ran straight to the car tapping on the window. Jaemin rolled down his window sticking his head out confused. Jeno leaned over with the same expression.

“What happened?” Jeno asked you. “There’s a flood warning you shouldn’t drive. Come back upstairs,” you said attempting to catch your breath. Jeno scoffed shaking his head. “We’ll be fine. If I leave now we can make it-“

“No,” you shook your head. You didn’t want either of them to get caught in the flood and possibly get hurt. “Please Jeno just this once listen to me,” you said with pleading eyes. Jeno looked at Jaemin who was quiet the entire time. Jaemin shrugged, he didn’t mind staying at your place. Jeno sighed turning off his car and removing his seatbelt. Jaemin did the same both of them stepping out of the car and following you to the elevator.

—-

“One of you can sleep in the guest room and the other can take the couch,” you said now dressed in much more comfortable clothes. The boys had removed their shoes and coats but were still dressed in dresses and nice dress shirts. Jeno made his way to the guest bedroom leaving Jaemin on the couch. You chuckled at his childish behavior. Jeno ran to the spare bedroom calling dibs before he took off. Jaemin chuckled not really minding the space on the couch. You brought him some pillows and a blanket. Raindrops pattered on the window. Loud thunder crashed outside. You glanced at the window for a brief moment. The moonlight shined into your apartment. Raindrops covered the glass, new drops replacing the old. You could see from below water filling up on the streets. It looked about ankle deep but you weren’t entirely sure from how high up you were. “Y/n,” you heard Jaemin’s voice. You turned to him with a soft smile. You were starting to feel more comfortable around him. “Yes?” You asked walking closer to him. He sat on the couch with a gruff. You sat on the coffee table across from him crossing one leg over the other. Jaemin smiled eyes staring into yours. “What?” You asked feeling like his eyes targeted you as their resting place.

“You look very beautiful,” he complimented sincerely. You felt your body warm up. Hand covering your mouth to hide your smile. Jaemin lifted his hand up to remove your hand from your mouth. He placed it above your thigh, his hand above yours.

“Don’t hide,” he said eyes following yours that dance around looking for a place far from his to land. “I want to keep looking at you. You have a beautiful smile,” he said cheeks rising.

“Thank you,” is all you could say. He made you feel nervous but not in an uncomfortable way. The kind of nerves you get from having your first boyfriend or having your first kiss. They were nerves of anxiety that boiled in your stomach. They were nerves of excitement and anticipation. At this point you knew he liked you, you knew he wanted you. He even tried to kiss you outside. You couldn’t wait to see what he did next.

“I’m glad you agree,” he said lifting your hand to his lips. He placed a soft loving kiss on your knuckles. You smiled but pulled your hand away.

“Why are you saying these things? Aren’t you scared of my brother?” You asked. Jaemin sighed sitting back. You were worried you killed the mood until he spoke.

“I’m terrified of what he’ll do if he could read my mind. But I’m thankful he can’t. Besides if I kiss you or if you let me touch you when he’s not around,” his hand found his way back to your thigh slowly inching forward. “Then what is there to be afraid of?” He worded it like a question but there was no answer.

“Would you like to see my room?” You asked him. It was an odd question. He went from telling you a silent confession and you responded with a room tour. But the question ran deeper than anyone thought. When you were young Jeno had set an unwritten rule between you and Jaemin. He was never allowed in your room. Jaemin knew what the question really was and nodded taking your hand and following behind you.

You brought him to your bedroom his hand in yours. You stepped inside first letting your hand slip from his. The rain continued to fall outside pattering on your window. Your room was dark the only source of light coming from the moon and nearby buildings. You brushed Jaemin’s chest with your body to flick on your lamp. The dimly lit lamp created a warm glow in your bedroom. Jaemin looked around taking in the atmosphere. A part of him felt a sense of nostalgia being in your bedroom, even if it wasn’t the one you grew up in.

“Jaemin,” you called. You started to walk over to where you stood. But you halted his movement with your hand. He stopped slight worry on his face. We’re you already gonna kick him out? “Yes?” He asked feet meeting together as he stood straighter. “Close the door behind you,” you said using your index finger to motion to the open bedroom door. He chuckled turning around hair bouncing as he moved. He closed the door. “Lock it too,” you said confidently. The lock clicked and he turned back to you.

“I really like your room. It’s very you-“

You had dropped the book in your hand the minute the door clicked and marched straight for Jaemin. Feeling a wave of confidence flood your body. With every step you took, you felt freedom and worry. Even now Jeno was in a part of your mind. The reason your conscience had a voice. That was part of the thrill of it as well. Getting caught by Jeno, since there wasn’t much he could do anyway.

Pulling his shirt down your lips attached themselves to his. You pulled him closer a hunger forming in the pit of your stomach. Your hand slid up the back of his neck gripping his black locks. He groaned into your mouth wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands found the small of your back. Sliding down to pull your waist closer to him. You both pulled away to take a breath. Chest rising touching one another when both of your chests rose up. Through pants, Jaemin spoke just above a whisper.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for that," he looked into your eyes. Big eyes that you swear were twinkling. You smiled pulling back into a kiss. It was less passionate soft and tender. When you kissed him your hands touched the sides of his face and he remained on the small of your back. They didn’t explore each other's bodies they just relaxed. When you pulled apart his eyes were still closed. His lips were pursed and lashed dusting his flushed cheeks.

“I’ve been wanting so much more,” you said feeling the confidence in your body go straight to your head. Jaemin tilted his hand confused. You grabbed him and pushed him onto your bed. He bounced up forming a smirk on his lips. He laid further back as you approached him getting comfortable on your bed. He leaned only his head and arms up just to get a better view of you. He assumed you would crawl onto his lap. But instead when you walked over you stopped in between his legs.

You bent down on your knees keeping your eyes locked with his. He gulped sensing a change in the mood. Your hands rubbed up and down his jean-covered thighs. Inching closer and closer to his length. You palmed him over his jeans. He hissed hardening underneath your touch. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he told you from above. You shook your head hands finding his zipper. You pulled down the metal item slowly pulling down his pants. “I want to you,” you said back honestly.

He picked up his ass to make it easier for you to pull down his jeans. When they reached his ankles you completely removed them and threw them away. “What if your brother comes?” He asked you. You shrugged palming him above his boxers using him to groan when he felt your hand squeeze him. “Let him find us. It’s part of the thrill,” you said. Jaemin smirked poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue. You leaned forward rubbing your hands and nose on his clothed cock. Jaemin couldn’t but back his smile. His fantasy was finally coming true.

He wanted you in so many ways. He wanted to be your best friend, your boyfriend, your husband if you let him one day, and your lover. Now his hopes became to rise at the very idea he could have all those things with him.

But at this moment in time, you are his lover. You thought of a bright idea. You licked your lips taking his clothed dick between your teeth. Biting on it causes Jaemin to groan a little too loud. He leaned forward raising his entire body. His chest already raising up and down. “Did you just bite me?” He asked eyes wide. You sat back on your heels. You nodded Innocently. “Do it again,” he said.

You leaned forward biting his length. Causing his hands to slide down the back of your hand. After some time your hands reached the hem of his underwear pulling it down his body watching his cock spring out. It was angry and red. Standing tall precum glistened on his dick. You spit onto your hand. Taking his dick and jerking it. He shuddered under your touch silently begging you to put him in your mouth. You increased your speed loving the reaction you got from his body every time you slowed down.

“Y/n please,” he whined. You leaned your body forward too half resting on his spread thighs. You spit onto his dick pressing a small kiss at the tip followed by a couple of licks. “Fuck,” he cursed shifting around. His cock twitched in your hand precum leaking from the top. You engulfed his cock in your mouth causing Jaemin’s body to shudder. He let out a low groan to make sure Jeno couldn’t hear him.

“Fuck princess our taking me so good,” he said groan head falling back. He continued his praises until he came into your mouth. He immediately lifted you up throwing you on your bed. You both giggled cheeks feeling like they were on absolute fire. You removed your own top in a slight rush throwing it to the side while Jaemin focused on your blue shorts. He undid the string dragging the shorts down your legs. You removed your own bra throwing it to the side where it landed next to your shirt. Jaemin kissed and sucked on your thighs feeling and molding the plush skin. Your hand ran through his dark locks as he sucked your clit over your clothed pussy.

Your eyes shut for a moment. The friction you received helped in the slightest to find any source of release. The pleasure he was giving you made you forget about how loud you weren’t supposed to be. You let out a high moan when he pulled your panties to the side and sucked on your clit. Jaemin’s used his hand, sliding it up your body and covering your mouth. When your muffles became too loud he halted his movements. He smirked starting to pull your panties down your waist.

“Princess if you don’t want Jeno to know you have to keep quiet,” he said looking into your eyes from below. Once he successfully pulled off your black panties he molded them into a ball and stuffed it inside your mouth. “I want to hear you, baby, I do. But for now, I have to fuck you in silence. Can you do that?” He asked the lust in his voice causing it to drop an octave. You nodded understandingly bringing your naked body upwards so your pussy could meet his bare cock. You rubbed against him causing him to sigh out in pleasure. He looked down seeing your pussy lips suck him.

He grabbed hold of his dick dragging it to your clit meeting your speed and pussy every time. Adding pressing you yelped into your panties when you felt his tip press hard on your clit. You let out muffled moans through the black panties in your mouth. Drool forms at the sides of your lips. “How do you want me?” He asked looking into your highs. His eyes were half open getting drunk off the taste and feel of your wet pussy that dripped onto the sheets. At this point Jaemin was so lost in you he bend down and lick every inch of your pussy sucking you dry, Including tasting whatever you leave on your bed. You picked up your hand removing the panties from your lips causing Jaemin’s brow to raise.

“No condom,” you said holding onto his biceps and squeezing them whenever his tip met your clit. He looked surprised for a moment. “You sure?” You placed the panties back in your mouth nodding yes. “Yes,” you said through muffles. Jaemin pulled back dragging his cock in circles around your clit while his finger found its way to your hole. He slid inside preparing you with his finger. He added another curling them inside you added enough pressure to squeeze your thighs together around his forearm.

You moaned against the panties feeling yourself getting closer to cumming. You tighten around Jaemin’s fingers walls pulsing. You felt the knot in your stomach. Your high was so close you could taste it. Jaemin knew so he pulled out causing you to whine. He shushed you and aligned his cock at your entrance slowly slipping inside you. He inched himself in feeling your velvet walls clench around him. He held onto your waist for support, you sucked him up so well.

“Fuck princess you feel so good,” he praised slipping deeper inside you until he fully rested himself in you. He gave you a minute to adjust letting you take charge of the speed. When you tapped his arm and squeeze the muscle he began to move. He was slow at first hips meeting yours until you squeeze around him telling him to speed up. His speed increased fucking into you much harder and faster. You brought yourself up to your elbows watching as he disappeared inside you. Your head fell back panties slipping from your lips. Muffled moans that could be heard clearly through the small spaces of the pantie scared Jaemin.

He pulled you forward from behind your neck stuffing the panties into your mouth. He left his two fingers there allowing you to suck on them. From this angle, he was hitting even deeper inside you. Causing your head to fall back in a daze.

He pulled you forward eyes forced to meet his. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Do good for Na Na okay?” He said with a smirk. His whole body flexed as he fucked you. Sweat seeped down over every outline on his torso. His biceps flexed harder glistening in the dim lighting. It felt like fucking him after what he’d looked like from the gym. Hair stuck to his forehead and lips glistening from what could only be you.

He held onto you pounding hard inside you, lips caught between your teeth. You wanted to scream from how good he bad you feel but couldn’t. A part of you didn’t even care about Jeno finding out. A part of you wanted him to know, it would be the biggest fuck off you could give him. You absolutely loved your brother but you were an adult now and it was starting to really get out of hand. The controlling needs to end and it starts with you fucking his best friend.

Jaemin flipped you over turning you around and fucking you from behind. He messily spread around your cheeks watching with an open mouth as he disappeared inside you causing him to let out a series of low groans. He pushed your head into your pillow holding your arms behind your back as he pounded into you. The panties slipped from your lips. Jaemin picked them up removing them completely. He pushed your head back into the pillow. You let out loud moans intentionally into the pillow that could still be heard.

“You have to be quiet princess, what if Jeno hears?” He cooed. “So what if he does?“ you responded back causing the man to smirk. He slipped out flipping you onto your bed. He held onto your hips gripping onto the flesh. Your back arched off the mattress feeling your high draw closer and closer. The knot in your stomach formed as you squeezed tightly around Jaemin. He brought his thumb to your clit circling it quickly as watched your mouth fall open and brows furrow in pleasure.

“Fuck Jaemin Im so close,” you moaned catching your lip between your teeth. He grabbed onto your jaw forcing you to look at him. Orbs staring into each other getting lost in the feeling and touching you clenched around him hard feeling your cum coat his dick. Jaemin groaned out loud for the first time echoing in your room. You could see the sun coming up from behind him shining on his bare back and over his shoulders onto your face.

“Good job princess,” he praised thrust becoming even more messy. His brows furrowed feeling himself getting closer to cumming. “Come on baby, come on Na cum in me,” you pleaded helping him get closer to his high. He groaned a couple more curses flexing his hips in you for the final time.

“Come in me,” you moaned. He flexed again painting your insides white. Just as you Botha started to slowly come down from your highs there was a knock on your bedroom door.

You both quickly got dressed. You put on your shorts and your big T-shirt and you fixed up your hair. Jaemin hid away by the side of your bed. You opened the door slowly rubbing your eyes and letting out a yawn. “Good morning to you too,” you said to Jeno who smiled. He didn’t step inside your room just stood at the door holding a bag in his hand.

“Good morning. The rain cleared a while ago so I ordered some breakfast,” he said fully clothed just missing his shoes. You nodded accepting the brown bag from his hand. “Thank you,” you said taking the bag in your hand. “I ate mine already so it’s just yours and his in the bag,” you nodded placing the bag on your nightstand. “I’m gonna take off now leave you to your morning,” he said rather politely which made your brows raise. He was never this nice, especially in the morning.

“Jaemin!” He called causing your heart to skip a beat. “Jaemin I know you in here,” he said looking towards your bed. Jamein slowly stood up coming from around the bed shirtless bit dressed in his dress pants. “Jeno I’m sorry I know you said not-“

Jeno waved his hand. “I don’t care,” he said causing you both to look at one another stunned then back at Jeno.

“You don’t?” You asked. He shook his head with a smile. “I’ve known Jaemin my whole life. He’s a good guy and I can tell he really cares about you. If there’s any guy out there that I’d want you to date it would be him,” he said looking over at Jaemin who just smiled.

You however weren't exactly pleased with this. “So if it were anyone else-“

“I’d probably rip their head off,” he said with a smile. You nodded walking over to hug him. “Yeah exactly,” you said in his arms. “Are you coming back with me?” Jeno asked Jaemin. He looked over at him and you. When he looked at you he shook his head. “I’ll stay for a bit if it’s okay with Y/n,” he said.

“It’s more than okay,” you replied. Jeno let you go saying goodbye again and then finally took off.

“Close the door behind you!” You yelled and nodded throwing a thumbs up in return. Once Jeno left, you ran to Jaemin, who caught you in his arms. “I say we eat and then we head back to bed, maybe relax for a bit then I can...” Jaemin said placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

You nodded drawing closer to his lips. “We can do that,” you said, closing the gap between you.

Fin

Man this one took some time. I’ve started working while writing this and I also caught a cold so that’s my excuse for it taking to long lol. I hope once everything slows down I can be back to writing again. Until then I hope you enjoyed this, I tried hard to make it really good lol.

See you soon ;)

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game night 🃁

a/n: a lil toge fic, i dont know what’s considered a oneshot or drabble lol pls help!!! i might make fics for toge that can be read as stand alones or a series idk tho?

synopsis: Game night with the first and second years where they play UNO

contents: fluff, maki x yuta, toge and y/n are just friends :’( , mutual pining tho, bit of swearing, megumi is an uno menace, not checked, implied fem, 914 words, no use of y/n in this fic?

Inumaki Toge x F! Reader

Every week, per Yuji’s request, the first and second years held a game night. Everyone would take turns hosting the game night with a game of their choice. Today was Maki’s turn, and she had chosen UNO - but with a special deck. Everyone had agreed, and the points were being kept, so the loser had to treat them all to boba.

So far, Maki had gotten the most points, which you and everyone else had called rigged, and you had the least.

“Dammit! Toge, stop giving me cards!” You whined, picking up 10 cards from the pile. From above his collar, his eyes turned into crescents, and you could tell he was laughing. Maki was also laughing with her two cards in hand.

 As she placed a reverse card to you, she called out smugly.

 “UNO.”

 Everyone groaned in sync, and you sadly placed down a wildcard, changing the colour to green. Then it was Inumaki’s turn again. He picked up a card from the deck in the middle, and after a second of reading, he laughed.

“What is it Inumaki-senpai?" Yuji asked, hyper, leaning over to peek at what the card was. Inumaki turned the card over, showing everyone the wildcard with familiar handwriting in the middle.

 ‘You get to pick any player to pick up 20 cards, and you can pick any player to get rid of 20’

 Nobara gasped loudly after reading.

“INUMAKI-SENPAI, PLEASE.”

She held up her deck of cards, fifteen cards in hand from Megumi continuously stacking on her.

 "Toge, give Yuta twenty cards!" Panda shouted, frustrated, as he held a clutter of cards in hand.

“No?! Give Megumi them! He’s been a menace this whole game!” Nobara exclaimed, Yuji backing her up as Megumi had also been skipping Yuji’s turn every time. “And take away my fifteen cards!” Nobara yelled again.

 “Wait guys! Maki’s been winning the most games, and she only has one card!” Yuta shouted above everyone, and everyone went silent.

 Maki’s eyes were trained on her boyfriend as he smiled nervously. “It’s just a game-?”

 "Maki, pick up twenty cards.”

Inumaki said, forcing the green-haired girl to collect twenty cards. “What?!” She shouted angrily, unable to defend her case as his cursed technique had taken over.

Then Inumaki looked over to you. Your laughter cooled down as you felt his eyes on you.

“Hm? What is it?” Inumaki tilted his head at you. “Oh! Do you need cough syrup for your throat?" Inumaki then shook his head, lifting the card up. Pointing at the text.

“You want me to get rid of twenty cards?” You squinted your eyes at him, trying to see if he was pulling any tricks. He nodded, the skin around his eyes creasing as he smiled.

“After you gave me ten?” You giggled, watching as Inumaki rolled his eyes playfully. He then turned around, pretending to tap Panda.

 “Wait! I’ll take the offer! If it’s still up-?” You grinned at Inumaki, ready to get rid of your abundance of cards. He sighed sarcastically and nodded, watching as you shoved twenty cards back under the deck.

 “ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Nobara raged, “This is favouritism!" She accused, pointing at the two of you.

Inumaki could only shrug as you beamed, wafting your eight cards around. It wasn’t that much of a push in the game, considering that Megumi and Yuta were on three cards, but it was enough to make you motivated to win.

 As the turns went around a few times, it finally came back to you, and you stacked five plus two’s onto Inumaki. “sorry?” You smiled at Inumaki as he gasped loudly. Your deck of cards now all gone.

 “I WIN!!”

-

 Unfortunately, at the end of the night, you still had the fewest tallys and were to buy everyone boba on Friday.

After a while of chatting and snacks, everyone had got ready for bed and settled into their sleeping bags in Maki’s dorm. Drifting to sleep, you got a notification on your phone.

 

Toge >:) :

you still got the forfeit after you gave me 10 cards, that’s karma :)

 You ^• - •^ :

seriously toge?!??!!!

i thought u were being nice to me after you got rid of my 20 cards :’(

 

Toge >:) :

i felt bad because maki kept stacking on you but then you gave me 10 cards???? :0

 

You ^• - •^ :

wow so mean to me for no reason

i thought we were bsfs D:

 

Toge >:) :

we’re not XD

go to sleep

 

You ^• - •^ :

true, i like yuta better than u B)

 

Toge >:) :

?!?!!?!?!?

 

You ^• - •^ :

just kidding ur my favourite >3<

 

Toge >:) :

thankyou :D

i will split the bill w you for boba

 

You ^• - •^ :

REALLY?????

i love u omg

 

Toge >:) :

go to sleep :P

 

You ^• - •^ :

noo not yet

 

Toge >:) :

zzzzzzz

 

You ^• - •^ :

wtf ;(

toge come back

Read at 01:46am

 

fine then >:(

goodnight toge

 

Toge >:) :

gn ^▾^

 

You ^• - •^ :

sassy man apocalypse is real :(

 

You turned off your phone, turning around in your sleeping bag to see Inumaki grinning, his phone casting a blue light across his face.

 You made eye contact across the room, and you shook your head at him jokingly. He raised an eyebrow at you, then going back to his phone.

 

ding!

 

You reached for your phone and opened the message. It was a GIF of a heart locket, opening up with a cat inside saying, ‘i love you’.

Looking up from your phone, Inumaki was already looking at you, his collar pulled down, revealing his lips curved into a sweet smile.

 

You ^• - •^ :

i love u too toge

goodnight!! ^3^

 

Toge >:) :

goodnight :)

this is what toge sent LMFAO

[angelslittlewritingcorner]

I have a Adam x lute x Reader idea

What if they played a card game (like uno) or just a game in general but whenever someone loses they have to take off a piece of their clothes but then lute and Adam team up to make the reader lose almost every round then they play with the prize 🤭🫣

I thought the idea was really cool and had to write it straight away. Hope you like it

Warnings: Language and Smut a lot of it , MDNI

Masterlist

Dating Adam and Lute

PLAYING GAMES

‘Snacks?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Pillows?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Drinks?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Games?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Adam?’ ‘Should be here in a minute’ Lute nodded in satisfaction and turned to Y/N. She had coerced the arms into helping her set up the game night. Y/N didn't complain though, at least she got to spend more time with her friend. At last Adam and she had more than just a few hours a day to spend with her. Sera was always hogging her and forcing her to do chores. Sometimes she felt really neglected.

The door of the three's flat was flung open and Adam stomped in with a pizza box in his hand. ‘I've got the goods ladies,’ he said and winked at Y/N. She giggled slightly and held out her hands. ‘Nah, you'll eat it by yourself later’ he said and kicked his shoes into a corner. He took the pizza and put it on the table where everything was already ready. ‘So can we get started?’ ‘Yes we can, we were just waiting for you Adam’ Lute said and sat down opposite him. Y/N grabbed one of the cushions and sat down at the table too. ‘What do we start with?’ ‘Strippoker’ Adam said and Lute rolled her eyes. ‘No’ ‘Mano then something else with cards. I want to play cards!’ They discussed for a short while and then decided on a game. They played a few rounds, ate, drank and talked about their day. Y/N couldn't imagine anything better at that moment. Quiet moments like this were far too rare with the two of them

‘The game's getting boring, let's make it a bit more interesting,’ said Adam, stuffing a few crisps into his mouth. ‘Let me guess, you want to do your usual stupid things again?’ asked Lute, grinning slightly. She too found such moments with her lovers relaxing. ‘Fine,’ said Y/N. After all, it was always fun when the situation got spicy.

Lute lost the first round. She took her socks off and Adam just rolled his eyes. Adam lost the next two rounds and was sitting in front of them in just socks and boxers. Y/N soon followed his example and was also only wearing underwear. ‘Damn Lute how do you always do that?’ ‘Well, I'd say it's easy to do’ She brushed her hair back slightly and scrutinised Y/N intently. That could only mean something good, Y/N thought, and she sat up straight to show off her bust. Maybe she could make Lute lose today.

Y/N stared at her cards in disbelief - she had lost again. She only had one piece of clothing left. Her tactics had not worked. She sighed and stood up. Slowly, she pulled down her panties and bared herself to her two lovers. ‘I don't want to play anymore,’ she said and pulled a pout. ‘Tough luck but me,’ Adam said and stood up as well. ‘Still, I must say the prize looks pretty hot, doesn't it Dangertits?’ Lute nodded. ‘We really deserve it’ ‘WE?! Have you been playing together again?’ Lute smiled innocently at her. ‘Yes, at least it's fun to have you whimpering among us’

The two of them had tricked her again. She rolled her eyes and Adam put a hand to her cheek. ‘Kitten you have to be able to lose’ before Y/N could say anything back, he put his lips on hers and massaged her mouth. That idiot, why is he so good at it? How could she be mad at him? He put a hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. She didn't even hear Lute walk away to get something. Adam's hand wandered down to her bum and massaged it lightly while their tongues engaged in a battle she was only too willing to lose.

Adam only broke away from her when they both heard a low growl. Lute apparently wanted to have fun too. She immediately took Adam's place and kissed Y/N. She held her close to her and stroked her spine. Goosebumps spread across Y/N's skin and a familiar heat spread through her belly. If Adam kissed her like a man, then Lute kissed her like a god. She could go on like this for hours.

While she was busy with Lute, she felt Adam spreading a little lubricant on her. At least they weren't going to hurt her today. That was good, because she was still a little sore from the last time. Adam pushed a finger inside her and she moaned into Lute's mouth. She pushed against his fingers and the heat in her belly continued to spread and seemed to take over her. He slipped another finger inside her and stretched her a little. Y/N reached for Lute's trousers. She needed more physical contact and the light-haired girl still had far too much on.

She briefly detached herself from her and got rid of her clothes before Y/N would tear them. Adam pulled his fingers out of her and slowly began to push his dick into her. She hissed slightly. The stretch he created inside her was heavenly. Lute pulled her back against him and Adam took this as an opportunity to push himself deeper into her. She was trapped between her lovers and yet felt freer than ever. She let her hand wander to Lute's breasts and began to play with them while Adam thrust himself into her. ‘Fuck,’ he grunted, digging his fingers into her hips. ‘Do you always have to be this tight?’ She nodded and kissed Lute's neck. Lute kept stroking her head and mumbling something about ‘good girl’ Y/N let her other hand wander between Lute's legs and began to play with her. She was so wet for her. She always seemed so hard on the outside but she could be different. She slipped a finger inside Lute and gasped as Adam increased his pace. ‘More’ Lute demanded and Y/N had difficulty obeying her command. However, she slipped another finger inside her and matched Adam's pace. Soon the three of them were a ball of body parts and moans. Y/n climaxed a few times, clawing at one of them in the process. How did they manage to get her to give herself to them every time? A few hours later, Y/n slumped down and pressed herself against Adam's chest, who laughed lightly.

‘Fuck that was good’ Adam said and Lute nodded. ‘Another round of cards’ ‘Yeah’ This was going to be a long night.

[cat-mentality]

Silly qsmp headcannons with zero evidences in canon, let's fucking go

The Brazilian version:

Cellbit is a vampire.

How did he get turned? Who the fuck knows. No really, Cellbit himself doesn't even know he is a vampire, man just genuinely believe his past explains everything.

The cannibalism thing was just him not understanding that his body wanted blood

He managed now, by pure accident, to exchange the need for blood for coffee

Felps has accidentaly started cults that see him as a deity many times

What is he? He's Felps. No one has ever tried to dig deeper than that.

Felps doesn't need to sleep. When he does it, for pleasure, he sleeps with his eyes open.

The real reason Forever broke up with Cellbit was because the ghosts haunting their home kept knocking his plants and messing with the painting in their wall with their messages in blood

Forever is an elf and as such he has a very strong connection to nature, it has not occured to him that not everyone names and talks to plants like he does

Also flowers tend to blossom around him when he is really happy

Mike is in fact a wanted criminal in multiple countries in charges related to protests against the government (terrorism), thief was just the one thing they caught him for

Pac drinks his coffee black

Mike has some slime dna in his family but it was never fully acknowledged by anyone? It's just some random fact that it got throw around when he as a kid like "oh remember how grandpa josé used to turn into a gree goo sometimes?" so he just never brings it up in a meaningful way either

Pac is part bat and he is genuinely obsessed with eating moths, Mike build him a spawner so he could snack on them as much as he wants

He also can see in the dark without the potions and it freaks the fuck out of Mike when he wakes up in the middle of the night everything pitch black and Pac is just walking back to bed with a glass of water like normal

Pac however doesn't have the wings so no one realizes he is a hybrid until it gets brought up in conversation

The FavelaSix has been prohibited from playing Monopoly because the last time they did they ended up destroying a good chunk of the Island and Cellbit and Bagi spend three weeks not talking

They once also started an bawl because of Uno

Bagi will try to befriend every single animal she meets, she has literally an army of pets at her side

Bagi is also the only human among them and it shows as she is also the only one with the power of common sense

She has also a incredible sense of direction, girl has never gotten herself lost in her life

Forever once gave vuvuzelas to the Islanders and Cellbit cried himself to sleep

In retaliation Cellbit made sure that all food during Christmas had raisins in it

Pac obsessed for weeks on how to make brigadeiro on the Island and all the Brazilians cried when he succeded

[vinylfoxbooks]

August 22 - Card | @jartylusmicrofics | wc: 615

Game nights have become relatively normal within the Potter-Black-Crouch household because all of them are incredibly competitive and don’t like to back down from a challenge, they’re also all the type of people to overthink games and become quickly hated by their friends when they’d play together because of that. Each of them have games that they’ve banned in the house through process of elimination: Monopoly, any of the Mario games, Settlers of Catan -- after a particularly heated competition between the three of them all on 8 or 9 points before James won, Barty flipped the entire board, and Regulus didn’t talk to them for the rest of the day -- Uno twice, among many others.

And they’ve decided, this game night, that card games were their best approach for the safety of their house, relationship, and sanity. The thing is, James isn’t the best at these games, they can admit that. They do well with the games that they do play, and they were also part of the reasons behind some of these games getting banned from their household, but there’s never been anything that they’ve banned because they were too good at it like Regulus with Monopoly. 

Until they’re on their third card game, Regulus and Barty have only won thrice, collectively. James has won every. Other. Round. That they played. James has a track record of 16 out of 19 games.

“I’m going to kill you.” Barty mutters, looking James dead in the eye, “I swear to God if you win again, your body will not be found.”

“Okay,” Regulus hums, pushing Barty away from the table where, thankfully, James and Barty are sitting opposite each other, “I think card games are getting banned from game night, too.”

“We’re going to run out of games to play on game night soon.” James says, although they admittedly have a cocky smile on their face as they place down their hand, showing that they’ve won. Again. Barty nearly flips the table. Regulus gently takes the cards from both of their hands and cleans the ones on the table, putting them back in the box before walking over to the ‘banned’ shelf that they have and putting the pack on it.

“Running out of games or not,” Regulus states, “We’re done playing games tonight, I think we’re too high strung.” James agrees and goes to start making the three of them some hot chocolate to ease some of the tension that they’ve caused. 

When they’re done and Regulus has calmed Barty from the edge of murder -- Barty asks him how he’s not upset at James winning constantly, and he is, but he’s calmer than Barty and therefore needs to calm him down -- and the three of them are settled down on the couch with a comfort show, Barty finally asks, “How are you so good at card games?”

James takes a second to answer, “My dad really liked playing card games when I was young, that was usually what we ended up playing and if you think that I’m good at card games, you should never play with my dad. It also became a thing that since Peter was good enough at chess, I could never beat him, so we’d start playing cards and he’d get frustrated then it was a back and forth of us going between chess and cards.”

“Which is why you two don’t play games together.”

James nods, “My dad is incredibly strategic and, to beat him, you had to learn how to best him in his own game.” 

“Well, it’s just another banned game.” Regulus rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss to both of their lips as they fully settle down.

[thebettybook]

On Your Mark…Get Set…Itto!!!

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About: Racing Driver Itto AU headcanons. Racing Driver Itto is also gn!reader’s boyfriend.

Photo and border credits: Itto art from HoYoFair on Twitter. Kaomoji borders from “Emoji Combos” website.

Warnings: None, all fluff and crack headcanons, enjoy :D

Special note: Woke up and saw the new HoYoFair art of Itto, and now Racing Driver Itto is living in my mind rent-free :’)🫶

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🏁 Racing Driver Itto got into racing after he watched Cars *one* time. He claims that Lightning McQueen is his role model.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto, in all seriousness though, has never seen a professional Oni racing driver before. He’s the first, and he feels a strong sense of responsibility to represent all the Oni out there and show the world how proud he is to be an Oni.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto is the type to name his race car “Petunia” or something equally wholesome. He got the race car at a junkyard and spent days and nights fixing up the car. Itto painted his race car in all colors of the rainbow, and decorated his race car with string lights (he had to take off the string lights because he wasn’t allowed to race with them).

🏁 Racing Driver Itto can barely afford car maintenance and even gas, so when he’s not racing, he’s working odd jobs here and there in Inazuma to make more Mora to support his racing endeavors. The Arataki Gang, even Shinobu, also pick up odd jobs because they want to help Itto.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto, who’s also your boyfriend, calls you his good luck charm. Sure, he has his prized Onikabuto plushie in his race car at all times, but Itto truly believes that he won’t have a good race if he doesn’t get a kiss (or two, or three) from you before the race.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto always says “Psh, I’ll be fine” whenever you tell him to be careful on the tracks and to not do any reckless stunts while racing. While it doesn’t seem like he’s listening, Itto takes your words to heart because he never wants to make you worried.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto thinks he’s the luckiest Oni in the whole wide world when he sees you in the stands as you wave a poster you made for him. Every race, you’d be there with his Arataki Gang, and all of you would make sure to be the loudest in the stands to cheer Itto on.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto, before the start of every race, always makes sure to dramatically comb back his hair with a black comb he keeps in his pocket.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto has never won a race, but he’s determined to win one someday. He’s competitive by nature, and he has the drive to excel at anything he sets his heart and mind to.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto is the type to adorably yell “Look, Granny! I’m on TV!” when a cameraperson aims their camera at him. During interviews, he’ll always talk about Granny Oni, you, and the Arataki Gang.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto, despite appearing confident, is surprised when he learns that so many people in Inazuma are cheering him on: the kids he’s played games with, their parents, and even the Tenryou Commission! The Tenryou Commission is just glad that Itto’s not up to his usual shenanigans on the streets of Inazuma now that he’s more busy being a racing driver.

🏁 Racing Driver Itto, when he finally chooses to listen to Coach Ayato’s advice, ends up winning a race for the first time. “I WON? I WON! BOOYAH, BABY! Look out world! Arataki Itto, the Numero Uno Racing Driver, is here to stay!” Before Itto can jump up and down in joy, the Arataki Gang is already lifting him up and throwing him in the air. Once they let Itto down, he catches sight of you. Without warning, Itto lifts you up and twirls you around. He feels like the king of the world, even more so when he finally puts you down and you tackle him with hugs and kisses.

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

I don’t like how canon’s going so I shall simply introduce you all to the alternative reality of the show that has lived in my head rent free since Lunar and Old Moon died.

Blood Moon and Harvest Moon are living as Sun’s cats. Sun doesn’t know this, Blood Moon and Harvest Moon are too busy getting spoiled and pampered and loved on to tell Sun, nor do they have the voice box to do so.

Old Moon separating from KC didn’t kill him but made a new AI, New Moon, that took over their body while Old Moon is just inactive because he thought he’d die and turned himself into a catatonic state in their head.

New Moon has no idea Old Moon is alive and neither does literally ANYONE else. Not even Old Moon knows he’s alive.

Eclipse does not get the star. After Sun tried to kill him, he went into hiding and became a better person so he could eventually show his family he’s changing so he doesn’t get another murder attempt for his head.

Solar Flare and Eclipse split eventually, Flare stays because he knows Eclipse is lonely and he’s trying to change and he appreciates this.

Flare also sneaks in and deletes the encrypted file he sent to Old Moon of the way to kill every one of Eclipse’s backups and Eclipse himself.

KC still goes off working at the soup kitchen and having tinder dates. But he’s grieving his children in assumptions that Sun has killed all three of them (four if he includes Flare, which he does).

Lunar doesn’t die because Eclipse doesn’t kill him. Lunar is the one to find Eclipse handing out food and blankets to homeless people and just yoinks him home and demands Lunar, Eclipse, and Flare play Uno together. Monty walks in on this and is completely shocked and confused.

Jigsaw comes in like a bat out of hell and does make a New Blood Moon. New BM almost instantaneously hates him and he tosses him off to the daycare so they get two new brothers, neat.

KC comes back once Sun and New Moon send word that he technically has two new kids. KC yoinks them, New BM gets to enjoy living the hippie life in a van in a forest with their dad. New BM gets renamed Zodiac and Horoscope so they can become their own people.

Jigsaw finds out Eclipse is alive. Somehow. He proceeds to scream and whine to Eclipse about how he wants a family and ‘how unfair it was that New BM got a family’.

Eclipse tells him to just reconcile with Moon and Sun. Jigsaw does this. And accidentally tells them that Eclipse is alive.

Sun and New Moon hunt down Eclipse and find him and Flare playing Scrabble. They do not kill him. They just call KC and KC’s camper van now resides in Lunar’s backyard. Lunar moves back into the daycare.

Lunar finally meets Sun’s cats and immediately points out that the cats are Blood Moon and Harvest Moon. Sun hands them over to New Moon to put into new bodies. KC gets another call. Sun gets two new cats. Blood Moon and Harvest Moon keep their cat ears and tails out of spite.

New Moon eventually feels Old Moon moving around in that head of theirs. KC is sent in as a volunteer for investigation. KC sighs and helps them separate New Moon into a new body so Old Moon has his body back. New Moon gets renamed Orbit.

Moon constantly jokes afterward that KC owes him six months of back child support for ‘their illegitimate son that they technically made together’, aka Orbit. KC always jokes back asking for joint custody or visitation. Orbit continues being an adorable boy and following in Moon’s footsteps.

Good Eclipse flees his dimension and becomes part of the main family. KC gets yet another call and yet another kid. KC can no longer fit his family in the camper van in the backyard. Everyone nicknames him Solar. Eclipse claims he, Jigsaw, and Solar are triplets.

The old twins and new twins have a show together. So do Eclipse, Solar and Jigsaw. Lunar’s show is with KC instead of Earth and jokingly gets called the Peepaw and Grandson Show.

[renjouu]

Hello! Can I request lee!beomgyu and lers!yeonjun and soobin please? :)

— GAME OF UNO —

POSITIONS: LER! YEONJUN & SOOBIN X LEE! BEOMGYU

WARNINGS: TICKLE FIC

A/N tysm for requesting! enjoy reading everyone :)

the three were hanging out at living room playing uno. every round was intense and all three of them were competitive, especially beomgyu who was actually upset since he was the one who kept losing most of the rounds. the other two oldest members kept track of this and yeonjun couldn’t let this moment go.

“i have an idea, let’s add a twist. whoever loses this round has to face a punishment from the other two members.” the oldest of the three suggested, and soobin looked at him with an agreeing smile.

however, beomgyu was the only one against the suggestion, “aish, hyung! you’re just saying that because i keep losing, huh?! you just want to give me a punishment!” the youngest of the three argued, and soobin laughed.

yeonjun had nothing to hide, “of course!”

beomgyu let out a shocked gasp, “you-!”

“okay stop arguing, who knows beomgyu? maybe yeonjun might be the one losing or even me. and you don’t even know what the punishment may be, let’s just follow along.” the leader stepped in and beomgyu rolled his eyes as soobin started shuffling the cards.

the three all began started playing as soon as they were handed their cards. it was an on-going round that lasted for at least 10 or 15 minutes. by the time it ended, let’s just say…someone was not happy.

soobin won first, so it was just yeonjun and beomgyu who were playing against each other. and to beomgyu’s dismay, yeonjun had won.

the youngest gave the other two an annoyed look as they huddled up to think of a punishment for him.

“what should we do?” soobin whispered, and yeonjun was in thought for a while, before he came up with an idea that would make beomgyu go absolutely crazy.

“5 minutes of tickling.” yeonjun replied, but he purposely said it quite loud so beomgyu could hear him. and when the youngest did hear him, his eyes went wide.

“what?! nonono!” beomgyu backed away as he begged yeonjun to think of something else, but it was no use.

soobin grabbed beomgyu and pinned him down while yeonjun sat on his legs.

“it’s only 5 minutes beomgyu, i’m sure you can endure it!”

“no! i caHAHAN’T!” beomgyu shrieked as soon as he felt ten fingers digging into his ribs, showing absolutely no mercy at all.

“PLEHEHEASE I REALLY CAHAHAN’T!” beomgyu screamed and thrashed around on the floor, making it quite hard for soobin to pin him down.

“yah, stay still will you!” soobin shouted as he grabbed beomgyu’s wrists with a tighter grip than before.

“I CAHAHAN’T! STOHOHOP—!”

yeonjun couldn’t help but laugh along with the younger, and soobin couldn’t help but do the same. beomgyu’s reaction was practically killing the other two members.

the oldest decided to move his fingers more down, towards beomgyu’s hips to be exact. he dug his thumbs right into his hip bones and beomgyu shrieked.

“HYUHUHUNG PLEHEASE STOHOHOP!” beomgyu begged, and yeonjun only shook his head before responding.

“no way, soobin still hasn’t gotten to tickle you yet.” he said, smirking at beomgyu then up at soobin who smiled back.

“noHOHOHO!”

“chill-ax beomgyu-ah…you’re making it sound like 5 minutes of tickling is an eternity.”

“BECAHAHAUSE IHIHIT IS!”

soobin tilt his head, “is it really? i doubt it…anyways, two minutes are up hyung, it’s my turn!”

the two members switched places so now it was soobin sitting on beomgyu’s legs and yeonjun pinning him down. the youngest of the three couldn’t help but whine and roll his eyes, wishing for this punishment to be over as fast as possible!

soobin smiled, “where should i start?” he asked the youngest who grumbled and turn his head to the side.

“here?” soobin poked the boy’s side twisted to the side. “or here?” beomgyu felt a poke to his armpits.

the leader began starting slow, by poking every where his fingers could reach, and beomgyu was twisting left and right, trying to get away. but unfortunately for him, yeonjun was much better at holding him down.

“stohohop!” the boy giggled out, but of course no one listened to him.

“hey, try his armpits soobin.” yeonjun suggested, and beomgyu struggled.

“nonono pleHEHEASE!” the boy’s laughter came back to life again as soon as soobin dug his fingers into his armpits.

beomgyu arched his back off the wooden floor which made it easier for the leader to tickle him, but then again, beomgyu couldn’t handle this. he was just doing anything at this point to stop the tickles.

“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOP!” the youngest once again, thrashed around making it slightly harder for the oldest, but he got the hang of it.

“YAHAHAH! CHOI SOOBIN!” beomgyu shouted, and the said boy stopped what he was doing and widened his eyes in pure shock.

“choi soobin? you just dropped the honorifics like that? oh you’re so getting it now.” soobin said before signaling yeonjun to attack the boy’s underarms while he attacked everywhere else.

“WAHAHAIT I’M SOHOHORRY! PLEHEHEASE! AHAHA—!” soobin went from tickling beomgyu’s ribs, to his sides, to his hips, and to his feet. everything was happening with a quick pace that the youngest couldn’t even keep track where soobin’s tickling fingers were at.

“PLEHEHEASE!” beomgyu wheezed, and just before the timer rang, his laugh went completely silently. his face all red and embarrassed because he was getting wrecked by two of his members.

yeonjun stopped the timer and soobin got off of the youngest who was sweating.

“i’m never…playing uno with you guys again!” the boy frowned as he sat up, wiping his sweat off with a towel that yeonjun had just gave him while laughing.

[thedawningofthehour]

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK but you activated my sleeper agent rottmnt brainstorming Re: The Video Game Question

Raph: would probably like low strategy single player games and lean toward arcade/motion control based experiences because they present a way around the "Hand Too Big Controller Too Small And Breakable" problem. As an Oldest Sibling (speaking from an Oldest Sibling Gamer pov) he would have been the Designated Single Player Driver (I have a vivid mental image of Raph playing old c tier single player wii games like My Sims Kingdom while Mikey, Leo, and Donnie yell instructions at him) and I think he's still gravitated towards those kinds of games. He also feels like the kind of guy who will thoroughly enjoy every video game he plays but his favorite is still inexplicably just like. Uno for the ps3

Leo: Would like competitive games. I feel like he's the kinda guy who cannot bring himself to give a shit about the story or aesthetics of a game and cannot care at all about single player video games outside of speedrunning or something. The point of games for him Is To Win. I feel like him and Donnie both played CSGO or COD at a young age with voice chat and thats why they are who they are. His favorite game is probably a competitive hero shooter or smth. He probably is playing Valorant as we speak.

Donnie: I feel like he's the only one who is a Capital "G" Gamer. Has the broadest taste but tends to like games he can "lose himself" in. (Competitive shooters, MMOs, lengthy and intricate single player games IE: Dark Souls or Elden Ring, metroidvanias, RPGs, fighting games) If the taste of Donnie Gamer Mode we get in the show is anything to go by, he seems the type to obsess over a game for like a month, beat it 120%, probably achieve some level or speedrunning or competitive infamy and then drop it completely never to be seen again.

Mikey: Would love sandbox games for Sure. Plays Minecraft but only on creative mode. Will play sims but only with cheats to make super intricate mansions or crazy houses or recreate something he saw in a movie once. He would 100% play single player games his brothers already beat so he can look around at the scenery and mess around in a character creator. Will play an open world game and never do a single main story mission and call it quits when he gets bored.

They've all 100% played a bunch of really weird and bad shovelware games or really cheap 3rd party titles because they were what Splinter could get for them. They all have 10 to 15 mobile idle games they'll rotate out bc they all need to be Stimulated at All Times. Yes they have played Mario Party and Killed Each Other over it but more importantly they have played Dokapon Kingdom and have started rivalries that have lasted several months over this game. They will hold grudges til they die over this game. They have never gotten to the end screen of this game and in all likelihood, never will.

Idk maybe my vibes are off tho lol but can you tell I've thought about this a lot to my own detriment

There's actually a point in the next book-I think it's in chapter 1 but I can't remember-where Galois mentions giving Raph one of Draxum's oversized keyboards when he has to do anything on the computer. (Draxum has large-print keyboards because he's Old) I think I've mentioned that the boys all have larger-than-normal phones because they only have the three fat fingers and that's just not gonna work with a standard iPhone. Raph I feel like is basically Strong from Fallout 4:

(bless him)

I'm reminded of when my sister would sit and watch my play Dream Life to 'learn', until I moved it into my own room. Really, their first console was probably 'whatever Splinter found in a dumpster and still worked', so unless it was something with connected controllers they were probably playing off whatever controllers he'd found as well, so it's entirely possible they legit just had the one controller for awhile. And yeah, they all crowd around to watch Raph play because that's annoying little sibling behavior.

Mikey would love games where the goal is to Make Something. He doesn't care about winning, only stepping back and looking at the finished product and going "nice." I do feel like he'd actually play the sims though-the twins use it as a building simulator, but he'd absolutely get into the lives and stories of his sims. He builds too, but he also gets into creating the sim. He plays Fallout 4 with the Sim Settlements mod and never finds Shaun because all he's doing is building shacks for farmers.

Oh, Leo is absolutely in it to win it. In any way, if it has a score he can use to compare to Donnie's he loves it. The sole exception to this is city builders, I can absolutely see him sinking days into Cities Skylines creating elaborate planned cities with complicated mass transit and beautiful walking spaces.

The other exception is if he can fuck around in a game and be chaotic. He plays Skyrim and installs the sex mods not because he's horny, but because he thinks going around in this incredibly inappropriately horny fantasy world is hysterical. He uses it more as a Medieval Life Simulator and if he completes a quest it's entirely by accident.

Donnie is absolutely the worst gamer and will learn literally everything there is about the game after playing it through once. He also probably mods his games, or even makes his own mods. Some of them to make everything look cooler or add quality of life and immersion stuff in, but he'll also do stuff like install the mod that replaces the Skyrim arrow noises with a man going "pew!"

Omg they absolutely played knock-off games as kids. They probably lied to Mikey about them being off-brand so he didn't feel bad about their situation, telling him that the title was a misprint and all the ads for the actual game were lying.

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Day 4 - Games

She-Ra - Adora x Best Friend Squad

A/N: I'M LATE! But then again I warned for being late, so it doesn't count! She-Ra remains one of my favorite shows, yet I've never written for it so I felt the need to change that. Hope you enjoy!

There was peace. Horde Prime had been defeated nearly a year ago, and during that time everything had slowly started returning to how it was before the Horde invaded. Etheria was healing, and the magic had returned to the land. The Princesses had gone back to their kingdoms, to put matters in order, all while remaining in the Princess Alliance. With the war being over, there was no need to plan counter attacks anymore, but it was definitely an excuse to hang out in Bright Moon every few weeks. Everything was finally okay. There was peace. 

Everywhere but Adora’s and Catra’s bedroom, where the Best Friend Squad were currently playing games. Adora, Catra, Glimmer and Bow were sitting on the floor, currently in the middle of a game of Uno. If the war hadn’t been hard enough to test their friendship, this game definitely would.

“Uno!” Glimmer cried out as she placed her blue eight on the pile, a smug grin decorating her face. Said grin disappeared just as fast when she suddenly got bombarded with ‘take two’ cards from Bow and Catra.

“Take that Sparkles!” Catra cackled, giving a fist bump to Bow. They had gotten along really well over the past few months, and their favorite hobby was to annoy Glimmer. They were succeeding. 

“Awww look at how cute she gets when she’s angry!” Bow cooed to Catra while pointing at Glimmer, ducking a little too late to avoid a pillow to the face mere seconds later, causing him to tumble backwards. Meanwhile Adora was sitting across the table with at least 15 cards in her hands, and a… smug grin? Way to smug for someone who’s losing the game, Glimmer realized.

“Adora? What are you smirking for?” The Queen asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow. This only caused Adora to chuckle.

“Well I’m obviously winning, with the amount of cards I have, so why wouldn’t I be smirking?” She asked, getting the attention of the others too. Glimmer let out a giggle.

“Adora, you do realize that the goal of the game is to get the least amount of cards, not the most?” She asked, leaning her cheek on her hand. Adora was such a dumb-dumb from time to time. The blonde started laughing.

“Nice try, Glimmer, but you won’t fool me like that,” She said with a grin, yet when Bow and Catra nodded in agreement, Adora realized how doomed she was.

“Oh for the love of Greyskull!” She groaned, putting her face in her hands – and cards – while the others burst into laughter. Glimmer wiped a little tear from her eye as she shook her head at Adora. That would explain all the times Adora had called ‘uno’ while having more than one card in her hand, resulting in her taking two extra cards as punishment. She loved her stupid best friend.

“Don’t worry, by the end of tonight you might get the hang of it,” She giggled, earning another groan from the blonde, who was blushing hard. They continued playing Uno, with Adora losing all of them, until a specific round where Adora was being a little too good at the game. She had somehow gone from ten plus cards to three in only a couple of rounds. It was a bit too suspicious, Glimmer noticed.

“Hey Adora, didn’t you have like a billion cards in your hands just now? What happened?” The Queen asked with a semi-knowing smile, immediately noticing a nervous twitch on her best friend’s face.

“Oh, haha! I just put them down like I have been doing, what are you talking about?” Adora said with a rather nervous smile. She was still a terrible liar, and both Catra and Bow started to realize something was up. Glimmer narrowed her eyes for a second, and then decided to take matters in her own hands by teleporting next to Adora. As suspected, there were plenty of cards simply laying all scattered over her lap.

“Aha! I knew it! You cheater!” Glimmer cried out as she dropped her own cards to tackle Adora to the floor. The blonde let out a yelp and instinctively reached for her sword to transform into She-Ra – her favorite way of cheating out of their wrestling fights – only to realize it was nowhere close. It was enough to make Glimmer fake gasp.

“You were going to change into She-Ra? To escape after cheating?? Oh that’s a crime! Bow! Catra! Get over here!” She yelled, struggling to keep Adora down since the Princess was pretty strong on her own. Sadly for her the duo immediately came to help Glimmer, and moments later Adora was pinned down.

“Guys! Let me up!” Adora protested, looking at the three faces staring at her. Or better, the three grins staring at her. Anticipation filled her stomach as she realized she was in trouble. Glimmer sat on her waist, Bow pinned her shins down and Catra held her arms over her head. Completely stuck.

“Oh no, you’ve been cheating Adora. You never cheated when we were young, what happened to you? So scandalous,” Catra teased, earning a playful glare from her pinned friend. Glimmer stared at Adora, a smirk slowly spreading on her face.

“I think I know the perfect punishment! Catra, Bow, you might want to hold on to her,” Glimmer warned, and Adora paled. She knew that look.

“No. No, don't you dare! Glimmer I swear to– AHAhhahahaha!!” Adora let out a cry of laughter as the Queen shook her hands into her friend’s ribs, immediately thrashing around. Catra couldn’t help but blush at the sight of Adora laughing. It did things to her she didn’t want to admit.

“Oh hell yeah, let’s tickle her to death!” Catra cheered, pinning the blonde’s wrists down under her knees so her hands were free. She wiggled her fingers teasingly in front of Adora’s face, before scribbling into her underarms. The Princess howled.

“BAAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOO!! EEHEHEHEE STOHOHOP!” She was yeeted into hysterical giggles immediately due to the combined tickle attack. She had had plenty of tickle fights with Catra when they were young cadets, and she had won most of them. She had had plenty of tickle fights with Glimmer and Bow since her arrival in Bright Moon, and thanks to being able to transform into She-Ra she had also won most of them. But with the three of them holding her down, and being unable to transform? She had no way of winning this one.

“Stop? No way, you’re being punished for your crime Adora! I say you’re getting tickled until you feel sorry!” Glimmer grinned evilly while clawing and pinching all over her ribs, yet shot her friend a wink. This made Adora feel at ease, but it also made her giggle faster.

“I cahahaAAHAHAN’T! IT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAAHAHAHAD!” She shrieked when Catra switched to single nails to scratch into her underarms, arching her back as she tried to deal with the sensations. Glimmer smirked and yanked her shirt upwards, leaning in to blow a huge raspberry on her belly. Bow simply held her legs and smiled as he watched his friend howl with laughter under the tickle attack.

“Sorry Adora, usually I’d try to get her to be merciful, but you did cheat on us sooooo,” He teased, not participating because he didn’t want to overwhelm her. 

“How does it feel to be on the losing end for once?” Glimmer teased, scribbling her nails all over Adora’s bare stomach. She knew that it wasn’t fair to grill her like that, especially since Glimmer nearly always initiated the tickle fights, but it was too much fun to actually win for once. She could get used to this. 

“We gotta make sure to keep her sword away during game nights, wimpy little Adora is no match for us like this,” Catra teased, using her tail to brush against her girlfriend’s neck while wiggling all of her nails into her hollows.

“STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEEHEHEHEASE! I’M GOHOHONNA PEEEHEHEHEHEE!” Adora was roaring with laughter, all of the tickles bombarding her brain, especially because Bow had joined despite his better judgment, giving her knees a few ticklish squeezes every now and then. It felt good to laugh her heart out, knowing that she wouldn’t be berated for showing weakness like that. She felt safe among her friends. But she also felt like she was going to die if they didn’t let up soon. Glimmer noticed it was getting a little too much and decided to wrap it up, signing to the others to stop.

“Are you sorry for cheating?” She finally asked with a smirk, wiggling a single finger in her bellybutton, sending Adora in another giggle frenzy. The Princess nodded and kicked her freed legs – Bow had stood up to go get some water – while giggling her head off.

“Yehehehehes!! Plehehehease I’ll nehehever do it agahahahahain!” Adora promised between her laughter, and after a few moments of consideration Glimmer decided to grant her mercy.

“Good!” She said with a nod, stopping her tickle attack as she stood up. Catra released Adora’s wrists and stood up as well, but not before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. Adora remained laying down on the floor as she caught her breath. Bless She-Ra for being able to recover fast.

“Well, it’s getting rather late so I think we should wrap it up for tonight,” Bow said with a smile as he handed the glass of water to Adora. “See you guys tomorrow morning!”

“Good idea, see you!” Glimmer said with a wink, before placing her hand on Bow’s shoulder, teleporting them to their own room. Deciding they would clean the mess tomorrow, the duo crawled on top of the fluffy bed and quite literally collapsed.

“So this is what a near-death experience feels like,” Adora said dramatically, earning an eye-roll and a chuckle from Catra.

“All those years of war, and this is what comes to mind when you think of a near-death experience? You’re such an idiot,” She teased. Adora playfully swatted at her, before pulling her closer.

“This is a much happier near-death experience. I wouldn’t mind feeling it again,” She admitted with a blush. She loved being tickled and laughing freely, but it was still embarrassing to admit it out loud. Thankfully Catra fully understood her.

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty more of those,” She promised, reaching out to give Adora a kiss, who hummed in approval. “You just need to learn to be a better cheater,”

Another hum.

“Like me,” Catra added with a grin, giving Adora a wink before turning on her side to sleep.

“... HEY!”