#and the board getting pushed aside about halfway through

[charlieleclerc16]

A game of UNO*

Summary: Charles and Y/N play a game of strip UNO. The rules are of course made up by Charles himself.

Pairing: bestfriend!Charles x reader

Word count: 4K

Warnings: No actual smut, as in P in V. Just a LOT of tension and ofc sexual topics such as stripping, making out, boners etc.

A/N:  I guess I am now writing for Charles too. This story is originally posted on my other blog, so if it's familiar.. That's why lol. Also, funfact, I actually played a game of UNO with myself to get these cards to be accurate haha

Like they say; as we mature, the relationship matures with us. And so does the friendship between Y/N and Charles. The countless weekends going out to pubs are now spent mostly in the comfort of their own homes playing board games and watching movies. Of course, they liked to go out and drink, and God they still drink quite a lot. But they don’t care for loud music and sweaty people all around them.

Nearly every weekend, when there are no races, they come together and spend time like they always do. Downing a few bottles of white, munching on a delicious charcuterie platter, and just enjoying each other’s company. Today was like no other. Charles perched down in the corner of the comfy sofa and Y/N is getting the glasses ready for the delicious liquid.  

“Can we watch The Notebook tonight?” Y/N said as she walked into her living room with two wine glasses and the bottle of white she had been craving all day. Charles simply chuckles and gives her a judgemental look. “What?” She asks him.

“Haven’t we seen that movie like a billion times already?” He laughs. Secretly Charles is a sucker for a good romance movie and Y/N is all too familiar with his preferences. When they were both still in their teen years and just met in school, Y/N had never seen The Notebook before and Charles insisted she needed to see it.

“I mean yes, but you know I love this movie.” Y/N states, remote control in her hand to turn on the movie with a smirk on her face. She lets out a sneaky giggle, getting all comfy against his body stretched out on the sofa. Charles’ strong arm wraps around her body so naturally. His delicious scent immediately relaxing her. 

* * * Halfway through the movie, Charles gets bored. Each of them are two glasses of wine in and Charles is just ready for some action. He lifts his body off of the sofa making Y/N whine at the loss of contact. He makes his way to her board game stash. His feet drag across the floor and his hips sway from left to right, dancing his way to the cabinet. She laughs at him, the dork.

“What are you doing?” She questions, he is so cute dancing around your living room with his glass in his hand. 

“I am done watching that movie, again. I wanna play a game.” He says with a mischievous smirk across his face. The little twinkle in his eyes tells her he really is up to no good. He opens the top drawer of the board game cabinet and pushes around some of the stuff in there. 

“Ah! There it is.” Charles chuckles. He turns around holding the pack of UNO in his right hand. He brings it back over to the coffee table and opens up the little box as he sits down on the floor. 

“You don’t want to watch a movie we’ve seen a billion times yet you do want to play a game we have played a billion times?” She questions Charles, although she has a feeling that there’s a catch. The look on his face tells her he is not about to propose a simple game of UNO.

“See, you got that wrong baby.” The smirk on his face is only growing bigger and bigger. “There's a twist.” The scared look on Y/N’s face is priceless to Charles. She grabs the remote control to press pause, putting all her attention on the man in front of her.

“How about we add some spicy rules to the game?” The room falls silent aside from the heavy breathing escaping her lips. 

“What do you mean, Charles?” She whispers.

“I think you know exactly what I mean.” He says as he starts shuffling the cards. “Okay so, since it’s just the two of us, we shouldn’t’ make too many additions. How about every time you can match a numbered card or wild card with the most recently played card, the other person has to take off one clothing item.” His gaze never leaves her eyes. He starts dealing the cards as if he expects her to just go along with his plan. “Let’s also say for every +2 played, the other person also has to take off one item instead of drawing two cards.” And that’s how the rules are played out.

“I don’t know, Charles.” She says looking down at the cards as she picks them up in her hand one by one. Her first card is a yellow 1. She looks at the second card before she adds it to her hand, a red reverse card. The third card she picks up has her widening her eyes, a yellow +2. She picks up the rest of the cards and she joins Charles on the floor beside the coffee table. She has already decided to play along. 

“What if this ruins our friendship?” She asks.

“Then we’ll stop being friends.” Charles chuckles, lust covering his eyes.

“We can’t stop being friends just because of a game of UNO, dummy.” 

“What if afterwards, you don’t want to be friends because you want to be more than that.” The flirty smirk on his face is weakening her entire body. Fuck. She’s had the longest crush on the man in front of her. Her whole body is yearning to be close to him. Of course, she wants to be way more than that.

“This would have to be the most seductive game of UNO for that to happen.” She tries to shrug off the nerves in her body. Not really doing a great job at just that.

“Shut up and play your first card.”

Charles flips over the top card of the deck. A green 1 lying flat on the table. She takes a look at the cards in her hand. There’s no green so she decides on a yellow 1. She places down the card and a hissing sound coming from Charles’ lips pulls her attention to his eyes. The look on his face looks like pure mischief. His long fingers drag through his cards. He pinches one of them in between his thumb and pointer finger with a big smirk on his lips. God, he looks so kissable. 

She takes a big chug from her glass. Charles slams down his card, showing the yellow 1 matching your card perfectly. 

“I would’ve never guessed I’d be getting you out of your clothes so quickly.” His voice was low and husky. Her wine glass barely touches the table before she brings it back to her lips for another chug making Charles chuckle at her nerves. 

She thinks for a second before she hooks her fingers on the welt of her right sock. Her knees press into her chest and she takes both socks off, one by one. 

“Hold on, this isn’t fair. You’re wearing more clothes than I am.” Charles states as she see his brain calculating. They’re both wearing socks, jeans and a T-shirt. But Charles refers to what’s underneath that. Suddenly she feel thankful for deciding on wearing a bra today, because that’s not a given for every day.

“Well, I guess that’s just my advantage of being forced to strip for you.” She shrugs.

“I did not force you.” He pouts making her giggle. She looks at the table to check back in with the card that’s last been played before diving back into her cards. She can’t help but let the slightest smirk appear on her lips before she plays the yellow +2 in her hands. 

“Fuck.” Charles laughed. “Off with the socks we go.” He continues as he takes both of them off in a swift motion. He adds them to where her socks are piled up together. 

Charles looks in his cards. There is a red +2 in his hand which he could just play right now but he decides to keep that one in his hand for a little longer. Instead, he pulls out a yellow 5.

Y/N sighs, feeling relieved that she doesn’t have to get rid of any more clothes right now. The anxious yet thrilling feeling is riling her up. She have never felt any excitement like this before. Charles and Y/N have been friends since forever and she has had the biggest crush on him for nearly as long. Her eyes always lingered a bit too long when they went to swimming together and he was in just his swimming trunks. Or the goosebumps his touch left on her skin as his fingers danced along her arm as a small sign of affection. Friendly affection, but it still made her feel all sorts of ways.

Both of them play a couple of cards before Charles has a big smirk plastered across his face again. Uh oh. His fingers stride along his cards again before he picks one. He places a red 7 on top of your blue 7. 

“Wouldn’t it be fun if your seven was blue too?” He says as he scooches a bit closer, their legs now touching. 

“Stooop, you make me nervous.” She blushes.

“Don’t be. It’s just me.” Charles reassures her and wraps his empty hand around her ankle. His thumb moves in soft strokes up and down. She knows he tries to calm her down but every stroke of his thumb is sent straight to her clit. 

Y/N plays a red reverse card. Allowing her to play another card since it’s a two-player game of UNO. She’s all out of red so she draws a card, a red 4. She places it down and look back up to Charles who still has his hand on her ankle. 

“Isn’t that fortunate?” Charles teases. 

“Just from you saying that, I know there’s nothing fortunate about it for me.” She mumbles as she frightens the next card that he will put on the table. 

Charles has a twinkle in his eyes looking at the card in his hand. The red +2 is going to get rid of her first clothing item that’ll actually reveal some skin. Charles too had been pining over her for years. He started loving her in a bit more than just a friendly kind of way around the age of 16. Now 10 years later, nothing had changed. Both of them had been dating people, trying to distract themselves from the massive crushes on each other. But at the end of the day, they always came back to each other.

He finally places his card down, an excited look on his face. But she quickly takes her green +2 and smack it down on the table.

“Hah!” She yelps. “That makes two items for you to be gone!” 

“Nah-ah, baby. Haven’t you read the rules before?” He states. “We both have to get rid of one item.” Charles smirks. Mr know it all, why does he know all rules of UNO? Probably because they have played it so many times.

“+2 plus +2 equals drawing four cards. Simple.” She argues but Charles already pulled out the rules from the box. He reads out the bit about how when your opponent plays a +2 card, you have to draw two cards and afterwards may continue your turn. Y/N is kind of sad that Charles isn’t going to get rid of both his jeans AND t-shirt.

Charles takes hold of the hem of his shirt with both his arms crossed before he drags the fabric over his head. In the meantime, she stands up to unbutton her jeans. She gets distracted by the beautiful sight in front of her. His abs are gorgeously on display his toned skin is like a piece of art. Charles had always been hot. But the more he started driving, the more he started working out. And damn did it do wonders for his body. 

“What are you doing?” Charles asks as he throws his shirt on top of both of their socks. He softly chuckles at her eyes staring down at his torso. 

“Ehm, sorry. I was taking off my jeans.” She states, causing Charles to groan. He shakes his head in a disapproving way. “What?” She asks him.

“Should’ve just taken off your shirt like I did.” He mumbles before he picks up his cards from the table. His eyes go from the discard pile on the table to the cards in his hand. There are no more green cards in his hand so he draws a card. Luckily it’s a green one so he places it on the pile. 

“Hmpf, nah. I’ll keep my shirt on for a bit longer.” She mumbles softly. Being shirtless always makes her feel so exposed. Her insecurities would peak without a shirt so she’d rather keep it on for as long as possible. Charles notices how she tries to hide herself. His hand finds its place back on her ankle and slowly travels up to her calf, stroking up and down.

“You have no idea how god damn beautiful you are, do you?” He reassures and she tries to shrug it off.

Both of them have a few cards left in hand but none of them are useful. They draw a few cards, and some of them are played immediately. Y/N look at her cards and forges a plan. With a smirk on her face, she plays a wild card allowing her to change the active colour to blue. But she has instant regret when she sees a smirk on Charles’ face that’s even wider than her own. 

His fingers pick a card from his hand but before he places it down he tugs it back and picks up another one to play. A simple blue 9 lays down on the table. But the twinkle in his eyes never left.

She sighs and take a big sip of wine to empty her glass. She places her cards down on the table and gets up to grab the bottle of wine in the fridge.

“Cute undies.” Charles coos since her shirt doesn’t reach past her bum. 

She comes back with the cold bottle and fills up both of their glasses, emptying the second bottle of the evening. The glasses are a bit full but who cares? She places the bottle down on the coffee table and sits back in her spot.

The plan she made a few minutes ago still works, she plays a blue reverse card allowing her to take another turn since it’s just the two of them playing. Next, she plays a blue skip card to grant her another turn. And last up she plays a plain blue 6. During all three of these cards, the smirk on Charles’ face grew back more comprehensive and she just knows what is coming. 

The blue +2 that hits the table was expected, and is followed by a shout of UNO!

“Fuck.” She mumbles and takes a gulp from her glass. “Fine.” She continues before she grabs the hem of her shirt. She drags it out, trying to hold off for as long as possible. But the anticipation is turning Charles on even more. Of course, he has seen her in a bikini before, but this is different. This feels different.

Her shirt is added to the growing pile in front of the sofa. Charles notices how she feels a bit uncomfortable. Her eyes avoid his and she is unsure where to actually look. His hand reaches out for her and slides from her upper arm all the way down to her hand. He holds onto it for a little while, squeezing ever so softly.

“You really are the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He reassures her by giving her the exact confidence boost she needed. 

After Y/N plays her second to last card, Charles is able to finish the game by playing his very last card. Leaving him in his jeans and boxers and her in just her bra and panties. 

“Let’s go for another round.” She states and already starts collecting all cards to shuffle them. Charles chuckles at her newly gained confidence. He is so ready to play a second round. 

She deals the cards, places the deck back on the table, and flip over the top card of the deck. A yellow 4 is laying on the table. 

“Since I won last round, you may start this one." 

She places down a green 4 on top of the yellow one on the table. A simple but steady start, she thinks. 

“Oh shit.” Charles says and places down the green 4 he already had in his hand, ready to play. “I’m so sorry, baby. You don’t have to…” He adds, suddenly getting nervous at the realization he is finally going to see her topless after years of wondering and imagining what she’d look like underneath.

“The game’s the game.” She states and lets her hand travel to her back to unclasp her bra. Charles gulped, feeling more nervous than he ever had before in his life. His heart was pounding as he looked into her eyes and saw the unmistakable desire there. He had no idea what she is thinking but he is fascinated by her daringness.

He watches as she pushes the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and drops the garment to the ground. She lets out a deep sigh of pleasure as her breasts become the focus of his attention, and the look in his eyes tells her he wants her just as much as she wants him.

She feels incredibly sexy and alluring. For a brief moment, their eyes meet. She feels a strange and wonderful stirring in her stomach. Her cheeks flush, and she quickly looks away. At that moment, she just knows that she is in trouble.

Without saying anything, she swiftly moves on with the game by placing down her green 8. Charles can’t seem to keep his eyes away from her for too long, giving her an enormous confidence boost. 

Both of them place down a few more cards before she places down her Wild Draw 4 card and change the colour to blue. Charles draws his four cards and takes a good look at his cards. He’s having a hard time focusing on the game with the gorgeous sight in front of him. 

He places down two cards in one go, a blue skip causing him to have a second turn, and a blue 5. 

She places down her blue 8 and shout UNO! Charles looks through his cards again to find any card that may cause her to not finish the game. A Wild Draw 4, a +2, anything at all. But all he has is a blue 2.

“Oh my god, Charles. What are the odds.” She chuckles. 

“What do you mean?” 

She places down a blue 2 on top of his. She’s been waiting for this moment ever since he took his shirt off. Her thoughts have been flooded with the idea of him naked in front of her. It’s all she’s been thinking about for the past years. 

“Fuck. You win the game and I have to take off my jeans?” He laughs. Without another word, he gets up, unbuttons his jeans and zips down his fly. His thumbs hook into the waistband of his jeans to pull them down painfully slow. A soft sign, nearly a moan is heard when his bulge is released from his tight pants. Ever since she had to get rid of her shirt Charles’ cock started hardening beneath him. 

She gasps at the view in front of her. She makes it her mission to get him out of his boxers as soon as possible. The lust in her eyes is inevitable, not knowing where to look. His eyes? His hands, where he is pushing down his jeans? Or his bulge, which is honestly where she just wants to keep looking at.

Tension is rising and she can’t wait for him to add the last bit of his clothes to the growing pile. His jeans finally drop to the floor and he lifts his right foot trying to step out. His ankle gets stuck and she reaches out instinctively to hold the jeans down, helping him get out. She allows him to step out before she adds the denim to the pile of clothes. 

Charles sits back down close to her. Both their legs touch again but now there is no fabric in between holding back the skin to skin contact. She looks down at where her legs touch and look back up to him.

“Hi.” He says with a soft smile across his lips. God those lips, they have never looked more kissable. Or is it just her mind playing games? Her thoughts are all over the place. All she wants is to just push him over, straddle him and kiss him. Everywhere. 

“Hey.” She chuckles before a nervous laugh is heard from Charles’ side. Her eyes drop down to his boxers. He chose to wear navy blue Calvin Klein’s this morning and she is so thankful for his choice. The dark fabric accentuates his skin perfectly. An outline visible around his growing member. 

“Eyes up here, baby.” He snorted as if he isn’t having the hardest time keeping his own eyes away from her tits. 

“Sorry.” She whispers before Charles holds out his hand for her to grab. His thumb dances on the back of your hand. Both of them are quiet for a little bit as they soak up each other. 

After what feels forever but actually are only 1,5 minutes, Y/N speaks up.

“Charles? What are we doing?” She questions him, still holding onto him as she looks their connected hands. 

“Hmm, I don’t know actually.” He replies. His free hand reaches with his forefinger for her chin and pushes her face up so she’d have to look in his eyes. “All I know is that I want you. So, fucking, bad.”

Her eyes light up. She can’t believe he really admitted what he just said and without a second thought she gives in to her desire of just a few minutes ago. 

Y/N lets go of Charles’ hand and pushes him onto the floor by his shoulders. Simultaneously she climbs on top of him, causing a muted “oh” to fall from his lips. He is surprised by her actions and honestly, so is she. His hands grab her by her hips as she sits down on his stomach, avoiding contact with his aching cock. 

Their lips finally connect. Ten long years are coming together in this sweet and lustful kiss. Charles’ right hand travels up and down her side as his left nestles into her hair. The two of them sink into the living room floor, both desperate for the connection they have been longing for. 

His opens his mouth and gently sucks Y/N’s lip between his. He lets go after a few seconds and licks softly over her bottom lip. Her heart races as her spine arches under his touch causing him to naturally pull her closer. She opens her mouth to allow her tongue to join his, going back and forth. 

She moans with pleasure and their tongues intertwine even more vigorously, entangling with one another in a desperate search for more pleasure. Each movement they make is somehow more tantalizing than the last. Their hands exploring each other's body with a deep hunger for more.

Y/N wishes this moment would last forever. She is scared of what might happens next, what if this is just a heat of the moment kind of kiss and they really can’t go back to being just friends. Or maybe that is exactly what Charles meant with his ‘Then we’ll just stop being friends’. 

Charles’ hand roams down her back. He moans a bit louder when he finally touches her bum. She feels a firm squeeze on her left cheek, ripping a moan from her throat. Y/N bucks her hips instinctively at the sweet tingles in her core.

Their lips part for a second and she presses her forehead against his. Both of them are a panting mess, feeling completely out of this world. With Charles’ hand still squeezing her bottom he speaks up.

“How about we take this to the bedroom, baby?” He whispers.

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Never Stop Blowing Up incorrect quotes

Liv: Am I in trouble?

Paula: Take a guess.

Liv: No?

Paula: Take another guess.

~

Liv: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

Wendell: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

~

Russell: Dang, keep an eye on Paula today. She’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Dang: Sure, I’d love to see Paula get punched.

Russell: Try again.

Dang, sighing: I will stop Paula from getting punched.

~

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Russell: Shit.

Dang: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Liv: OH MY GOD WENDELL FELL OFF!!!

~

Paula: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Russell: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Paula: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING LIV WITH ME

Wendell, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

~

Paula: *Screams*

Dang: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Liv: Should we do something?!

Russell, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

~

Paula: Can I be frank with you guys?

Usha: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Liv: Can I still be Liv?

Dang: Shh, let Frank speak.

~

Paula: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Russell: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Usha: I got distracted about halfway through.

Dang: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

~

Russell: Are we really going to let Paula keep Liv?

Dang: We kept Wendell.

~

Paula: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Wendell: Several traffic violations.

Russell: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Dang: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Liv: Also, that’s not our car.

~

Dang: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Paula: *Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

~

Liv: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!

Usha: Mind your language!

Liv: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Usha:

Liv: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

~

Liv: I can explain.

Paula: Can you?

Liv: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

[allthelovehes]

A game of UNO*

Summary: Harry and Y/N play a game of strip UNO. The rules are made up by Harry himself.

Pairing: bestfriend!harry x reader

Word count: 4K

Warnings: No actual smut, as in P in V. Just a LOT of tension and ofc sexual topics such as stripping, making out, boners etc.

A/N:  It's been soooo long since I last properly wrote something. So I'm so excited to have a brand new one-shot for y'all. Please let me know what you think!! Enjoy! <3

Masterlist

Like they say; as we mature, the relationship matures with us. And so does the friendship between Y/N and Harry. The countless weekends going out to pubs are now spent mostly in the comfort of their own homes playing board games and watching movies. Of course, they like to drink, and God they still drink quite a lot. But they don’t care for loud music and sweaty people all around them.

Nearly every weekend they come together and spend time like they always do. Downing a few bottles of white, munching on a delicious charcuterie platter, and just enjoying each other’s company. Today was like no other. Harry perched down in the corner of the comfy sofa and Y/N is getting the glasses ready for the delicious liquid.  

“Can we watch The Notebook tonight?” Y/N said as she walked into her living room with two wine glasses and the bottle of white she had been craving all day. Harry simply chuckles and gives her a judgemental look. “What?” She asks him.

“Haven’' we seen tha' movie like a billion times already?” He laughs. Secretly Harry is a sucker for a good romance movie and Y/N is all too familiar with his preferences. When they were both still in their teen years and just met in school, Y/N had never seen The Notebook before and Harry insisted she needed to see it.

“I mean yes, but you know I love this movie.” Y/N states, remote control in her hand to turn on the movie with a smirk on her face. She lets out a sneaky giggle, getting all comfy against his body stretched out on the sofa. Harry’s strong arm wraps around her body so naturally. His musky scent immediately relaxing her. 

Halfway through the movie, Harry gets bored. Each of them are two glasses of wine in and Harry is just ready for some action. He lifts his body off of the couch making Y/N whine at the loss of contact. He makes his way to your board game stash. His feet drag across the floor and his hips sway from left to right, dancing his way to the cabinet. She laughs at him, the dork.

“What are you doing?” She questions, he is so cute dancing around your living room with his glass in his hand. 

“I am done watching tha' movie, again. Wanna play a game.” He says with a mischievous smirk across his face. The little twinkle in his eyes tells her he really is up to no good. He opens the top drawer of the board game cabinet and pushes around some of the stuff in there. 

“Ah! There i’ is.” Harry chuckles. He turns around holding her pack of UNO in his right hand. He brings it back over to the coffee table and opens up the little box as he sits down on the floor. 

“You don’t want to watch a movie we’ve seen a billion times yet you do wanna play a game we have played a billion times?” She questions Harry, although she has a feeling that there’s a catch. The look on his face tells her he is not about to propose a simple game of UNO.

“See, you go' tha' wrong love.” The smirk on his face is only growing bigger and bigger. “There's a twis'.” The scared look on Y/N’s face is priceless to Harry. She grabs the remote control to press pause, putting all her attention on the man in front of her.

“How abou’ we add some spicy rules to the game?” The room falls silent aside from the heavy breathing escaping her lips. 

“What do you mean, Harry?” She whispers.

“I thin’ you know exactly wha’ I mean, dear.” He says as he starts shuffling the cards. “Okay so, since it’s jus' the two of us, we shouldn’' make too many additions. How abou' every time you can match a numbered card or wild card with the mos' recently played card, the other person has to take off one clothing item.” His gaze never leaves her eyes. He starts dealing the cards as if he expects her to just go along with his plan. “Let’s also say for every +2 played, the other person also has to take off one item instead of drawing two cards.” And that’s how the rules are played out.

“I don’t know, Harry.” She says looking down at the cards as she picks them up in her hand one by one. Her first card is a yellow 1. She looks at the second card before she adds it to her hand, a red reverse card. The third card she picks up has her widening her eyes, a yellow +2. She picks up the rest of the cards and she joins Harry on the floor beside the coffee table. She has already decided to play along. 

“What if this ruins our friendship?” She asks.

“Then we’ll stop bein’ friends.” Harry chuckles, lust covering his eyes.

“We can’t stop being friends just because of a game of UNO, Harry.” 

“Wha' if afterwards, you don’' wan’ be friends and you want’ be more than tha’.” The flirty smirk on his face is weakening her entire body. Fuck. She’s had the longest crush on the man in front of her. Her whole body is yearning to be close to him. Of course, she wants to be way more than that.

“This would have to be the most seductive game of UNO for that to happen.” She tries to shrug off the nerves in her body. Not really doing a great job at just that.

“Shu' up and play your firs' card.”

Harry flips over the top card of the deck. A green 1 laying flat on the table. She takes a look at the cards in her hand. There’s no green so she decides on a yellow 1. She places down the card and a hissing sound coming from Harry’s lips pulls her attention to his eyes. The look on his face looks like pure mischief. His long fingers drag through his cards. He pinches one of them in between his thumb and pointer finger with a big smirk on his lips. God, he looks so kissable. 

She takes a big chug from her glass. Harry slams down his card, showing the yellow 1 matching your card perfectly. 

“I would’ve never guessed I’d be getting you ou' of your clothes so quickly.” His voice was low and husky. Her wine glass barely touches the table before she brings it back to her lips for another chug making Harry chuckle at her nerves. 

She thinks for a second before she hooks her fingers on the welt of her right sock. Her knees press into her chest and she takes both socks off, one by one. 

“Hold on, this ain’' fair. You’re wearing more clothes than I am.” Harry states as she see his brain calculating. They’re both wearing socks, jeans and a T-shirt. But Harry refers to what’s underneath that. Suddenly she feel thankful for deciding on wearing a bra today.

“Well, I guess that’s just my advantage of being forced to strip for you.” She shrugs.

“I did no' force you.” He pouts making her giggle. She looks at the table to check back in with the card that’s last been played before diving back into her cards. She can’t help but let the slightest smirk appear on her lips before she plays the yellow +2 in her hands. 

“Fuck.” Harry laughed. “Off with the socks we go.” He continues as he takes both of them off in a swift motion. He adds them to where her socks are piled up together. 

Harry looks in his cards. There is a red +2 in his hand which he could just play right now but he decides to keep that one in his hand for a little longer. Instead, he takes out a yellow 5.

Y/N sighs, feeling relieved that she doesn’t have to get rid of any more clothes right now. The anxious yet thrilling feeling is riling her up. She have never felt any excitement like this before. Harry and Y/N have been friends since forever and she has had the biggest crush on him for nearly as long. Her eyes always lingered a bit too long when they went to swimming together and he was in just his swimming trunks. Or the goosebumps his touch left on her skin as his fingers danced along her arm as a small sign of affection. Friendly affection, but it still made her feel all sorts of ways.

Both of them play a couple of cards before Harry has a big smirk plastered across his face again. Uh oh. His fingers stride along his cards again before he picks one. He places a red 7 on top of your blue 7. 

“Wouldn’' i' have been fun if your seven was blue too?” He says as he scooches a bit closer, their legs now touching. 

“Stooop, you make me nervous.” She blushes.

“Don’' be. It’s jus' me.” Harry reassures her and wraps his empty hand around her ankle. His thumb moved in soft strokes up and down. She knows he tries to calm her down but every stroke of his thumb is sent straight to her clit. 

Y/N plays a red reverse card. Allowing her to play another card since it’s a two-player game of UNO. She’s all out of red so she draws a card, a red 4. She places it down and look back up to Harry who still has his hand on her ankle. 

“Isn’' tha' fortunate?” Harry teases. 

“Just from you saying that, I know there’s nothing fortunate about it for me.” She mumbles as she frightens the next card that he will put on the table. 

Harry has a twinkle in his eyes looking at the card in his hand. The red +2 is going to get rid of her first clothing item that’ll actually reveal some skin. Harry too had been pining over her for years. He started loving her in a bit more than just a friendly kind of way around the age of 16. Now 13 years later, nothing had changed. Both of them had been dating people, trying to distract themselves from the massive crushes on each other. But at the end of the day, they always came back to each other.

He finally places his card down, an excited look on his face. But she quickly takes her green +2 and smack it down on the table.

“Hah!” She yelps. “That makes two items for you to be gone!” 

“Nah, ah love. Haven’' you read the rules before?” He states. “We both have to get rid of one item.” Harry smirks. Mr know it all, why does he know all rules of UNO? Probably because they have played it so many times.

“+2 plus +2 equals drawing four cards. Simple.” She argues but Harry already pulled out the rules from the box. He reads out the bit about how when your opponent plays a +2 card, you have to draw two cards and afterwards may continue your turn. Y/N is kinda sad that Harry isn’t going to get rid of both his jeans AND t-shirt.

Harry takes hold of the hem of his shirt with both his arms crossed before he drags the fabric over his head. In the meantime, she stands up to unbutton her jeans. She gets distracted by the beautiful sight in front of her. His abs are gorgeously on display with his tattoos on there like a piece of art. Harry had always been hot. But he started working out with a personal trainer roughly two years ago and he got so muscular after that. 

“Wha' are you doing?” Harry asks as he throws his shirt on top of both of their socks. He softly chuckles at her eyes staring down at his torso. 

“Ehm, sorry. I was taking off my jeans.” She states, causing Harry to groan. He wagged a disapproving finger. “What?” She asks him.

“Should’ve jus' taken off your shirt.” He mumbles before he picks up his cards from the table. His eyes go from the discard pile on the table to the cards in his hand. There are no more green cards in his hand so he draws a card. Luckily it’s a green one so he places it on the pile. 

“Hmnf, nah. I’ll keep my shirt on for a bit longer.” She mumbles softly. Being shirtless always makes her feel so exposed. Her insecurities would peak without a shirt so she’d rather keep it on for as long as possible. Harry notices how she tries to hide herself. His hand finds its place back on her ankle and slowly travels up to her calf, stroking up and down.

“Y’ have no idea how god damn beautiful you are, don'' you?” He reassures and she tries to shrug it off.

Both of them have a few cards left in hand but none of them are useful. They draw a few cards, and some of them are played immediately. Y/N look at her cards and forges a plan. With a smirk on her face, she plays a wild card allowing her to change the active colour to blue. But she has instant regret when she sees a smirk on Harry’s face that’s even wider than her own. 

His fingers pick a card from his hand but before he places it down he tugs it back and picks up another one to play. A simple blue 9 lays down on the table. But the twinkle in his eyes never left.

She sighs and take a big sip of wine to empty her glass. She places her cards down on the table and gets up to grab the bottle of wine in the fridge.

“Cute undies.” Harry coos since her shirt doesn’t reach past her bum. 

She comes back with the cold bottle and fills up both of their glasses, emptying the second bottle of the evening. The glasses are a bit full but who cares? She places the bottle down on the coffee table and sits back in her spot.

The plan she made a few minutes ago still works, she plays a blue reverse card allowing her to take another turn since it’s just the two of them playing. Next, she plays a blue skip card to grant her another turn. And last up she plays a plain blue 6. During all three of these cards, the smirk on Harry’s face grew back more comprehensive and she just knows what is coming. 

The blue +2 that hits the table was expected, and is followed by a shout of UNO!

“Fuck.” She mumbles and takes a gulp from her glass. “Fine.” She continues before she grabs the hem of her shirt. She drags it out, trying to hold off for as long as possible. But the anticipation is turning Harry on even more. Of course, he has seen her in a bikini before, but this is different. This feels different.

Her shirt is added to the growing pile in front of the sofa. Harry notices how she feels a bit uncomfortable. Her eyes avoid his and she is unsure where to actually look. His hand reaches out for her and slides from her upper arm all the way down to her hand. He holds onto it for a little while, squeezing ever so softly.

“You really are the pretties' thing I’ve ever seen.” He reassures her by giving her the exact confidence boost she needed. 

After Y/N plays her second to last card, Harry is able to finish the game by playing his very last card. Leaving him in his jeans and boxers and her in just her bra and panties. 

“Let’s go for another round.” She states and already starts collecting all cards to shuffle them. Harry chuckles at her newly gained confidence. He is so ready to play a second round. 

She deals the cards, places the deck back on the table, and flip over the top card of the deck. A yellow 4 is laying on the table. 

“Since I won las' round, you may star' this round." 

She places down a green 4 on top of the yellow one on the table. A simple but steady start, she thinks. 

“Oh shi’.” Harry says and places down the green 4 he already had in his hand, ready to play. “I’m so sorry, love. You don’t have to…” He adds, suddenly getting nervous at the realization he is finally going to see her topless after years of wondering and imagining what she’d look like underneath.

“The game’s the game.” She states and lets her hand travel to her back to unclasp her bra. Harry gulped, feeling more nervous than he ever had before in his life. His heart was pounding as he looked into her eyes and saw the unmistakable desire there. He had no idea what she is thinking but he is fascinated by her daringness.

He watches as she pushes the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and drops the garment to the ground. She lets out a deep sigh of pleasure as her breasts become the focus of his attention, and the look in his eyes tells her he wants her just as much as she wants him.

She feels incredibly sexy and alluring. For a brief moment, their eyes meet. She feels a strange and wonderful stirring in her stomach. Her cheeks flush, and she quickly looks away. At that moment, she just knows that she is in trouble.

Without saying anything, she swiftly moves on with the game by placing down her green 8. Harry can’t seem to keep his eyes away from her for too long, giving her an enormous confidence boost. 

Both of them place down a few more cards before she places down her Wild Draw 4 card and change the colour to blue. Harry draws his four cards and takes a good look at his cards. He’s having a hard time focusing on the game with the gorgeous sight in front of him. 

He places down two cards in one go, a blue skip causing him to have a second turn, and a blue 5. 

She places down her blue 8 and shout UNO! Harry looks through his cards again to find any card that may cause her to not finish the game. A Wild Draw 4, a +2, anything at all. But all he has is a blue 2.

“Oh my god, Harry. What are the odds.” She chuckles. 

“Wha’d you mean?” 

She places down a blue 2 on top of his. She’s been waiting for this moment ever since he took his shirt off. Her thoughts have been flooded with the idea of him naked in front of her. It’s all she’s been thinking about for the past years. 

“Well, shi’. Y’ win the game and I have to take off my jeans?” He laughs. Without another word, he gets up, unbuttons his jeans and zips down his fly. His thumbs hook into the waistband of his jeans to pull them down painfully slow. A soft sign, nearly a moan is heard when his bulge is released from his tight pants. Ever since she had to get rid of her shirt Harry’s cock started hardening beneath him. 

She gasps at the view in front of her. She makes it her mission to get him out of his boxers as soon as possible. The lust in her eyes is inevitable, not knowing where to look. His eyes? His hands, where he is pushing down his jeans? Or his bulge, which is honestly where she just wants to keep looking at.

Tension is rising and she can’t wait for him to add the last bit of his clothes to the growing pile. His jeans finally drop to the floor and he lifts his right foot trying to step out. His ankle gets stuck and she reaches out instinctively to hold the jeans down, helping him get out. She allows him to step out before she adds the denim to the pile of clothes. 

Harry sits back down close to her. Both their legs touch again but now theres no fabric in between holding back the skin to skin contact. She looks down at where her legs touch and look back up to him.

“Hi.” He says with a soft smile across his lips. God those lips, they have never looked more kissable. Or is it just her mind playing games? Her thoughts are all over the place. All she wants is to just push him over, straddle him and kiss him. Everywhere. 

“Hey.” She chuckles before a nervous laugh is heard from Harry’s side. Her eyes drop down to his boxers. He chose to wear navy blue Calvin Klein’s this morning and she is so thankful for his choice. The dark fabric accentuates his skin perfectly. An outline visible around his growing member. 

“Eyes up ‘ere, love.” He snorted as if he isn’t having the hardest time keeping his own eyes away from her tits. 

“Sorry.” She whispers before Harry holds out his hand for her to grab. His thumb dances on the back of your hand. Both of them are quiet for a little bit as they soak up each other. 

After what feels forever but actually are only 1,5 minutes, Y/N speaks up.

“Harry? What are we doing?” She questions him, still holding onto him as she looks their connected hands. 

“Hmn, I don’ know actually.” He replies. His free hand reaches with his forefinger for her chin and pushes her face up so she’d have to look in his eyes. “All I know is tha’ I want you. So, fucking, bad.”

Her eyes light up. She can’t believe he really admitted what he just said and without a second thought she gives in to her desire of just a few minutes ago. 

Y/N lets go of Harry’s hand and pushes him onto the floor by his shoulders. Simultaneously she climbs on top of him, causing a muted “oh” to fall from Harry’s lips. He is surprised by her actions and honestly, so is she. His hands grab her by her hips as she sits down on his tummy, avoiding contact with his aching cock. 

Their lips finally connect. Thirteen long years are coming together in this sweet and lustfull kiss. Harry’s right hand travels up and down her side as his left nestles into her hair. The two of them sink into the living room floor, both desperate for the connection they have been longing for. 

His opens his mouth and gently sucks Y/N’s lip between his. He lets go after a few seconds and licks softly over her bottom lip. Her heart races as her spine arches under his touch causing him to naturally pull her closer. She opens her mouth to allow her tongue to join his, going back and forth. 

She moans with pleasure and their tongues intertwine even more vigorously, entangling with one another in a desperate search for more pleasure. Each movement they make is somehow more tantalizing than the last. Their hands exploring each other's body with a deep hunger for more.

Y/N wishes this moment would last forever. She is scared of what might happens next, what if this is just a heat of the moment kind of kiss and they really can’t go back to being just friends. Or maybe that is exactly what Harry meant with his ‘Then we’ll just stop being friends’. 

Harry’s hand roam down her back. He moans a bit louder when he finally touches her bum. She feels a firm squeeze on her left cheek, ripping a moan from her thoat. Y/N bucks her hips instinctively at the sweet tingles in her core.

Their lips part for a second and she presses her forehead against his. Both of them are a panting mess, feeling completely out of this world. With Harry’s hand still squeezing her bottom he speaks up.

“How abou' we take this to the bedroom, love?” He whispers.

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Trick or treat!

hello hello hello thank you for arriving at my door! for you, my lovely giant gay robot, i have curated a never-before-seen Ushiten drabble, written while I wait for my landlord to finish repairing the towel rack. Its about birthdays, its about autism, its about friendship, enjoy~

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Ushijima has never really celebrated his birthday anyway. After his father had left, that kind of childish, big celebration had been pushed aside. His mother would give him a gift, something quiet and practical, new shoes, new sweater, books or something he needed for school. She'd make him his favourite meal, and then the day would be over. Ushijima wasn't really even sure if any of the other kids at school had known it was his birthday, but if they did, they didn't mention it. He was used to the affair being quiet and unassuming - unimportant.

So he's not particularly bothered by spending the day on his own. Shiratorizawa was a boarding school, even at the middle school grades, so he'd been celebrating his birthdays like this for some time now. He doesn't even think its worth mentioning to the new team - its his first year at the high school, first year with the team, first year with this roommate, none of it feels... relevant. Why should he make a big deal about something he doesnt care about?

He got a text from his mother that morning - nothing so far has come in from his father, but technically it's still yesterday for him, so he thinks maybe he just didnt consider the time change.

He unlocks the door to his dorm, but gets halfway through the process before finding out the door was already unlocked. With a frown, he pushes open the door, calling out a greeting and inciting the intruder - one fellow first year Tendou Satori - to shriek in surprise, trip himself backwards off the chair he was standing on, and flail all the way to the ground. Ushijima starts moving reflexively to try and catch him, but pretty much everything about this is flawed from the start. Although it's technically successful, it's clumsy and impractical and Tendou's gangly limbs have already started thrashing and twisting around, and apparently likes being held or supported about as much as a feral cat would.

So Ushijima lets him go, looking up at what he's been hanging on the wall and-

"Happy Birthday?" he reads off the banner.

Tendou, trying to catch his breath and recover from his scare, looks up at him with a red face.

"Yeah. It's your B-day, ain't it?"

"Uhh..."

"Sorry it's... a little lackluster. There would have been more, I promise, but I only figured out tmit was today like an hour ago. And I thought you'd be out longer."

Ushijima turns to face him. "What's happening?"

Tendou stares back, before straightening up and saying: "Well I was trying to throw you a surprise birthday party, but clearly there's a solar flare or something interrupting my guesswork because you came back really quick."

"I always go in the morning," Ushijima agrees.

"Its summer vaycay? Why are you at the gym on your birthday?"

"...I like it?"

"Weirdo," Tendou sings, before clearing his voice and opening his arms, as if becoming a different character entirely. "Either way, bienvenue à la birthday, Leon is picking up a cake right about now, and Semi is on his way over from his mum's."

"...Why?"

"Because it's your birthday," Tendou repeats, more firmly. "Are you dense or something? What about this is hard to understand?"

"I didnt ask anyone to come over," Ushijima says, a spark of panic glowing in his chest.

"I know, I know," Tendou says. "But you can't celebrate your birthday alone, that-" he cuts himself off, perhaps finally switching that intuition of his back on as he gets a look at Ushijima again, who has started flexing his hands, turning slowly to look over the room.

"I wasn't planning on celebrating like this," he says.

"Oh," Tendou says. "You really don't like surprises, do you?"

"I didn't ask people to come over," Ushijima replies. "I don't need them to bring me things, it is not that important to me, I don't... want to spend the evening in a group of people."

"Its not... just people, we're you're friends-"

"But you're still people," Ushijima says. "Who in short order will be in my room for an indeterminate amount of time and I will not be able to control when they leave nor will I be able to leave myself because I will already be home and-"

"Okay," Tendou says, putting his hands up and approaching slowly. "No worries at all. I can text the other guys, and they will stay away. We can just call it off."

Ushijima takes a slow breath.

He is beginning to think that maybe his lack of birthday celebrations was not, actually, lack of investment on his mother's part.

"Everyone will be annoyed, or mad, that they put the effort in, we should-"

"Hey, Ushi," Tendou says. "That's not your problem. Let me take care of it. Its your birthday, so you get to celebrate however you want. Thems the rules."

Ushijima nods slightly, looking back at him and trying to take in the sincerity in his expression. He's only known Tendou for a few months, but he's an odd little fellow, all spikey features and curled lips and exaggerated expressions. Ushijims thinks this is a new one, though, this kindness. He'd always just seemed... well, for lack of a kinder term, self-serving.

"You really won't be upset? That I'm refusing your party?"

Tendou smiles, shrugs, and says: "Hey, life's a lot more fun when you indulge everyone's weird little quirks. I'll plan something you like next year."

Ushijima frowns. "That sounded-"

"Like a threat? You betcha."

And this makes Ushijims smile. Almost. He thinks he would smile, but he doesnt feel his face do it. Maybe, he thinks, its because that althought Tendou joked about being a threat, it was more of a promise. And a promise meant that Tendou wanted to stick around at least that long.

"Thank you," Ushijima says, and Tendou gives him a mock salute, then turns and waltzes off to the door.

"Oh!" he says, turning around as he opens the door, pointing at him. "But you will have to put up with the gift. Its there on your desk-" Ushijims glances over to see the neat, cleanly wrapped narrow box. "Spoiler alert, its chocolate, but I... uh... did it wrong, so maybe dont eat it. But it's the thought that counts, right?"

Even from here, Ushijima can see the little gift tag hanging from the bow, and the messy, scratchy writing, where Tendou has tagged the gift not from himself or a group, but under the title of 'your bff.'

It is interesting, Ushijima thinks, that he would not have needed to know who it was from to understand the vague gift tag. He would have known. He's only known him a few months, but he would have known.

"Yes," Ushijima agrees, looking back to where Tendou was. "It is the thought that counts."

[hardlypartying]

I’m so curious what the OBX plot would been if Rudy hadn’t left.. have you heard anything? heard it was a whole other treasure plot.. were they going to have Groff be introduced? Was the pregnancy storyline going to happen? Sounds like Jiara maybe would have gotten engaged..? Im so curious

If I’m being 100% honest I think it would’ve been exactly like this season was but minus JJ dying lol. The whole financial troubles plot point that pushes them into taking on this treasure hunt, ending up in Morocco, etc. I know a popular sentiment is that halfway through filming/on strike Rudy decided to leave, I for the life of me can’t imagine that logically or contractually possible unless the work environment really was that unprofessional and toxic.

That being said, I can easily envision this season involving Groff (bc I’m certain the Pates and Burke thought they ate with that). Are people saying that he was an addition to the season once they knew Rudy was leaving? Those are a lot of scenes to reshoot if so. I do question if that guy was supposed to be JJ’s father but that’s just a personal bias to how stupid I thought this arc was and would’ve worked out better if Luke was manipulating JJ into thinking he had some sort of birthright and legacy just so he could swindle some more money out of him. It’s fucked up but Luke’s already an awful father so why give JJ two??

I can also totally see the Jarah pregnancy arc happening because why the fuck not for those two— also we lost one Cameron/Routledge last season and the circle of life will bring a new one for them

The only thing I’m 🤨 about is the Jiara engagement bc it straight up sounds like Jiara propaganda lmao. It would take a whole lot for me to believe that JJ was ready to settle down with Kie and emotionally able to communicate and commit to that, that’s not to say that it couldn’t happen eventually but ?? Also going to put aside the fact that they barely even kissed this season and going to approach this as if the actors were chill with each other enough to do this; when would this proposal even happen? In the middle of the treasure hunt? I just have a hard time imagining this for them because it just doesn’t feel like them. I can get on board with Jarah’s engagement in season 2 bc they’re that fast burn couple, jiara getting engaged after that nonsense of season 3 is just wild

Season 5 in my eyes probably would’ve been exactly like this sans JJ getting stabbed randomly and dying. I think they were gearing up for 2 more seasons and the next would’ve been them fighting to get the crown back and clear JJ’s name while Rafe begrudgingly joins the group. Maybe a proposal would’ve happened mid season 5 for Jiara then.

It’s not like this season couldn’t be salvaged because look at @darwinquark’s fic that takes place around season 4 but she makes it interesting— the characters feel more aligned with what we’ve seen from them than whatever nonsense we got going on in canon. It raises the stakes and challenges the characters to develop, for better or for worse and that’s fucking compelling!!! Nothing in this show inspires them to be great anymore, they need an actual challenge and that doesn’t come from mediocre story telling but from peeling back your characters and putting them in situations that they need to claw their way out of to prove the essence of who they are.

We got that in season 3 with Sarah’s cheating arc (which, unpopular opinion, I loved), with John B heavy-handedly trying not to be like his father, Pope hopefully learning to be less self sacrificing because he’s not handed the same cards as everyone else. Those are interesting points but they get buried! I get it’s just a teen drama but there was a time where that didn’t mean making it as lazy as possible, I believe that teen dramas are the backbone of TV and have so much respect for them. Bc when done well they can teach a younger (and older) audience valuable lessons of becoming. And fuck it, they’re fun!

OBX was golden for the first season and part of season 2 and I think the creators did a tremendous job creating such rich characters and having fun with them, but I don’t think they had much of a story planned past season 1 and it shows. After their initial success they took a lot of advice from Netflix/producers and fans too; I’m sure they had the overarching story plotted out but outside influence changed it up until we were left with whatever this is haha. I heard that originally they planned for Cleo to be paired up with JJ and that would’ve made SO much sense to me (but it all worked out bc her and Pope and are one of the best things to come from this show); but the fan outcry/pressure from Netflix for jiara swayed them to make that happen haphazardly instead. So overall, I think they’re very wishywashy with this show and sure they put a lot of heart into it but ultimately if they’re not going to take a stand for what they think is right for the show it’s going to end up like this. I personally couldn’t give two shits about the treasure hunts and having that part of every season— but they think that’s what people are watching for. (Actually I can’t speak for everyone tbh maybe some people are tuning in to see how these teenagers find *insert whatever treasure* just for the bad guy to swoop in and snatch it out of their hands at the last second, every single time). So that really informs my opinion of how I think season 5 would’ve gone bc I still think it would’ve been whatever mess it is right now 😅

[demialwrites]

Exception to the Rule Chapter 9: Your Turn

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Rufus goes on the stupid mission to find the stupid Promised Land but it's a regular work day for you. Plus the dog, because you opened your door that morning to find him lying in front of it. At first, you found that worrying but maybe this was Rufus’s way to let you know how serious he was about not participating in combat this time.

You have to do your best to pretend it’s a regular day because the expedition is a Shinra secret to those not on the board and not directly involved. The Promised Land probably doesn't exist. You don’t have any evidence to back that up but your gut tells you it wouldn't make sense to. Poor D ends up crowded under a table against the wall. You never thought your office was small until you tried to fit a specially-bred hound inside of it. To his credit, he takes it well. You even forget he's there until someone enters your office to ask your opinion and nearly has a heart attack when he lifts his head to eye the ‘intruder.’ You can only imagine how it must look to see a pair of unexpected, angry red eyes rise out of the darkness. You reward his patience by taking him down to floors with hallways that see less foot traffic and letting him sniff all the scents left behind by the people who do walk there.

Otherwise, you can't concentrate on work. You're restless, yet you want to go home and shut yourself in your bedroom at the same time. You obsessively check the fan club forum but it’s gotten quieter. You also poke around in the Shinra database for information on the woman you met in Under Junon. Rufus had given you access to most of it on the condition that you wouldn’t nag him about every little piece of evidence that Shinra needed to change. That would come with time, he said. The woman in Under Junon is named Rhonda, last name unimportant. What was important was that she should be an enemy to Shinra because of her background but she wasn’t. She has lived in Under Junon all her life. Her late husband died years ago in the middle of the war against the Junon Republic. Seems he was some kind of commander. It’s interesting that she also took up the mantle of leader but seems to be playing nice with Shinra. You groan. Must Shinra create so many potential issues? Your father had a poor grasp on the details for years before he died. Then again, you did promise Rufus you wouldn’t nag him so you put the matter aside.

During this work day, you end up leaving the door to your office cracked open instead of fully shut because that would be neglectful to your employees who need to discuss something. Still, you're hardly present enough as an effective boss. Today is the day that you order from the bakery, as a silent apology and because of the increased workload. After the pastries are delivered, you claim a croissant to eat at your desk. At first, the butter and the chocolate make you feel good but you only get halfway through it before you lose your appetite. You place the croissant on the desk, then feel a pair of bright red eyes pleadingly dig into the back of your head.

“No, you can't have chocolate. I'll feed you at home.”

You hear the clinking of his harness as D lies back down.

After work, and after Darkstar has been fed, you find yourself standing in front of Rufus' wine rack. You're not sure if it's because it reminds you of him or because you're considering drinking some to soothe your nerves. You tap a finger on the top of one of the bottles. You don't know which wine would even suit you. You tap another. Wine is Rufus' thing. You know lots of his ‘things’ because your life has revolved around his to varying degrees your entire life. Tap. He always got pushed to be more motivated at school, more pressure to learn the family business, more attention from your father (even though it was negative), and it resulted in you fading into the background. Tap, tap. You felt lucky to escape the pressure but you also had a slowly growing feeling that you had to rely on Rufus to survive. You may have been operating on the assumption until now that Rufus would take care of you because you would take care of him.

What if he could take care of you in the bedroom?

You had been tapping bottles along a single row but that question popping in your mind made you stop, suddenly feeling hot all over and not just because of embarrassment.

Brushing that thought aside for now, you still didn't know why you were bothered by Rufus' recent injuries and not the failed assassination. And before that. Was it actually about him or that you would lose the person you relied on?

You inhale deeply through your mouth and exhale a shaky breath, the next thought upsetting. If you're being pessimistic, you never left the nest. You went from living under your father's roof to living under your brother's. You might as well have had a traditional marriage and been given away to a husband. Your fate is tied to a man all the same. You lose interest in the wine and go to the kitchen, instead.

Rufus comes home to silence, except the quiet clicks of his hound’s nails on the floor as he approaches. Rufus pets his head and ventures further inside, to find you asleep on the sofa. Various bottles of liquor and juice were on the coffee table. A half-full muddy-coloured drink sits next to the bottles, suggesting you had mixed random liquids from the cupboard in the kitchen. D sits next to the coffee table. From spending almost every second of his life with the hound, Rufus can tell he’s slightly agitated, which concerns Rufus in turn. He speaks your name softly, because he isn't sure if he wants to wake you. If you wake up, then fine. If not…he's considering carrying you to bed. You aren't stirring so he sits on the sofa near where your head lies. D plops his chin in his master’s lap but Rufus nudges him off. Not now.

It’s that that wakes you. You pull your upper back sleepily into his lap and wrap your arms around waist. Rufus fights the urge to squirm because of the proximity of your face to his crotch, his hands hovering respectfully. But then he's caught between concern and amusement as you sadly order him to not die and leave you alone.

He lets one of his hands rest in the middle of your upper back. “I would never,” he softly growls.

He waits for you to get upset at him for going on the expedition to the Temple of the Ancients but you just fall back asleep, judging by how still you are. It's time to carry you to bed. D trots along at Rufus’s side, his tentacle gently whipping, as if this is a game. Rufus makes it to your bedroom before you wake up and start wiggling, demanding to be put down. Once he does, you go flop on your bed. Apparently, all you wanted was to know that he was safe.

Rufus refuses to leave, insisting on making sure you went to sleep safely. He can’t be sure if you were wobbly because of the amount you consumed or if it was merely sleepiness. You try to tell him to get out because you want to change, except…your pants are already half off before you say so. He only has to mockingly ask once if you're embarrassed before you reverse your opinion, standing straight up in an impressive and amusing moment of sobriety to proclaim, “Fine, stay! Shut up!”

He feigns offence, then sets about making sure you have clean clothes to wear to bed. He picks out a pair of underwear in a colour he knows would look good on you ( not at all something he’d always imagined doing). You fail to pick up on this secret, clumsily pulling your current underwear off and throwing them at his face. You miss and he does not hide his wicked grin. Darkstar sniffs the used underwear on the ground, making you groan in disgust. Rufus hands you the clean pair, doing his best not to look down, fearing more items being thrown at him. You still have a shirt on, after all. That thought is his cue to venture into your walk-in close to pick out a t-shirt to go with the underwear. His hound barely fits through the door and chooses to stand just outside to wait. Rufus returns to finding you clinging to consciousness on the bed, your shirt on the floor and your bra not on but not quite off. It’s just like you to insist on doing something yourself even if you shouldn’t.

He is amazed by the lack of desire he has for your half-naked form, just the urge to take care of you. A revelation lingers uncomfortably just below the surface. Rufus knew he had feelings for you—forbidden ones—but he didn’t know any of them were soft. He values knowing himself well—it helps him outmaneuver others—but it often leads to discomfort. Rather than dwell on that, he tries to coax you into a sitting position. To his amusement, he has to taunt you again to get you to obey. He pulls the bra off, then pulls the shirt on. You look as adorable as he envisioned.

Rufus leaves merely to do this nighttime routine (including inserting his retainer). He returns to bed to tuck you in. He earned this much after taking such good care of you, right? Watching your sleeping form, the ruthless side of him notes your vulnerability. Your father had always encouraged Rufus to claim what he wants, behaving as if he was already entitled to it. Because that's how he operated. It was shameless. Rufus saw the value in being bold, but his father’s brand of shamelessness was also reckless. Just taking wouldn't get him what he wants in this situation. He knows this requires patience. And if you didn't want him already slowly pushing to change your relationship, you would have said so up-front. He is doing his best to be patient but his control slipped a couple of times when he had a few too many. Real, genuine guilt threatens to rear its ugly little head before he pushes it back down. He will never get to sleep if he lets the guilt take over. With one last, tempted glance at you, he rolls over and goes to sleep. Darkstar has already claimed a portion of the floor, though in an awkward spot, maybe in protest that he couldn’t sleep in his dog bed like usual.

[rainbowfey]

Day 2: Family, Friends, Loved Ones

Genma swirled around in a swift motion, almost slashing Raidou with the knife he was holding. Raidou barely dodged him and threw his hands in the air. “I surrender!”, he said, laughing at Genma’s horrified expression. Before he could even blink, Genma had already dropped the knife and nearly tackled him.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasped while checking Raidou’s chest for cuts.

Raidou grabbed his hands and smiled at him. “No worries, you missed me. How’s the preparation going?”

With a relieved sigh, Genma let go of him and turned to face the kitchen isle on their left. When his gaze fell on the cutting board, his expression soured. “Who would have thought that potatoes are so hard to peel?”

This seemed to remind him of something and he started searching the floor for the potato that had flown through the air only a second before Genma nearly stabbed Raidou while trying to catch it. Raidou smiled to himself and knelt down where the fugitive potato was hiding under the kitchen isle. When he presented the culprit to Genma on his open palm, Genma gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks,” he sighed, took the potato and rinsed it in the sink to get rid of any potential contamination. “I wish I hadn’t volunteered for making potato salad.”

Raidou grinned and stepped next to him. Softly, he pushed Genma aside. “I’ll do it,” he said indulgently. Genma resisted for only one second, before he smiled in relief.

“You’re my hero,” he said and gave Raidou another peck on the cheek. “While you tackle the potato salad, I’ll start the yakitori.”

But before he could even move a muscle, a piercing sound made them both jump. Genma stared at Raidou wide-eyed before he slowly said, “Really, Raidou? That’s the new bell you chose?”

Raidou’s ears still rang and he flashed Genma a sheepish smile. “Guilty. I’ll get it.”

Genma’s quiet laugh followed him while he scurried to the door, intensely hoping that the person outside wouldn’t ring the bell again. He tore open the door so suddenly that the person behind it stumbled backwards in surprise, almost knocking over the other two people behind them.

“Whoa, slow there,” Gai hollered while trying to regain balance of the giant bowl in his hands. Only Aoba’s quick reaction kept the bowl from falling. Ebisu fixed his glasses with an unfazed gesture, but his shaky hand betrayed him.

Raidou apologized and invited them in with a welcoming smile. All three of them removed their shoes and followed him inside.

While Ebisu and Aoba stopped to admire the two gigantic baskets and the three colorful blankets laying on a living room table, Gai marched straight into the kitchen where Genma still bustled about.

“So, who’s ready to celebrate the start of autumn?” Gai roared. “Looks like you haven’t even started, champ!” While Raidou couldn’t make out Genma’s answer, he still heard the laugh in his voice when he gave Gai a sassy reply. He turned to Ebisu and Aoba, eyeing the bowls and bags in their hands curiously.

“Do you want to put those into the basket?” he asked. “You might need a free hand.”

And while Ebisu followed suit, Aoba grinned at him. “Let me guess … you need our help carrying all this stuff?”

“Guilty,” Raidou replied for the second time this day.

Raidou and Aoba were the last to arrive at the park. They had almost been halfway there when Genma realized that they had forgotten the drinks at home – and because Raidou had never been able to say no to Genma’s puppy eyes, he and Aoba had returned home to get the drinks. Now, they each carried more bottles than one could reasonably carry but somehow, the prospect of seeing Genma’s face lighting up made it possible.

When they finally reached the spot where their friends had settled down, Raidou was surprised to see that two guests were still missing. Genma, Gai and Ebisu had done a good job in the meantime though. They had shoved aside the red and brown leaves and piled them up around the small clearing. Between the piles they had spread the three blankets, the two giant picnic baskets set up on each side. While Ebisu and Gai were piling up more leaves, Genma knelt on the blanket and worked on setting up the picnic itself, a concentrated look on his face.

“We’re back,” Aoba called out to him and Genma looked up at them. He broke into a big smile and Raidou’s belly started tingling when Genma’s gaze fell on him.

“This is the second time you’re saving the day, Raidou,” Genma said softly. “Thank you, guys!”

He motioned for them to put down the bottles next to the feast and Raidou and Aoba did as he asked. “Weren’t Shizune and your sister supposed to come as well?” Aoba asked while they carefully positioned the bottles so they wouldn’t fall over.

Raidou nodded. A sudden gust of wind made his hair stand on end and he gave the sky a suspicious look. Grey clouds formed on the horizon, threatening to veil the sun. “They’ll show up at some point,” he replied to Aoba. “It’s not rare for Yukiko to arrive a bit late.”

Aoba grinned at him. “Little sisters, huh? Always putting on a show. But Shizune is not the type to be late, is she?”

Raidou paused and thought about it before slowly shaking his head. “You’re right,” he said pensively. But then his gaze fell on Genma who was now carefully arranging several bowls with salads and other dishes and he shrugged.

As if he felt Raidou’s glance, Genma looked up and smiled. “Picnic’s ready,” he called out.

Behind him, Raidou heard an excited squeal and Gai stormed past them just to flop down on the picnic blanket next to Genma. Ebisu followed gracefully behind and Raidou had to hurry to snatch the spot on Genma’s other side. While the others sat down, he secretly took Genma’s hand and squeezed it lovingly. “This looks wonderful. You’ve outdone yourself, Genma,” he whispered to him and his face turned warm when Genma gave him a tender smile.

And just in that moment, the first droplet of rain hit the back of his neck. Raidou flinched when the ice-cold water touched his skin. “Oh no,” he muttered and when he turned his face to the sky, the gray clouds were almost directly above him.

“What’s the matter?” Gai asked and followed his gaze. He gave the sky a defiant stare. “Oh, come on, Raidou. A little bit of rain won’t hurt us!”

At this point, all of them had paused and gave the gray clouds critical looks. Genma scrunched up his nose. “It won’t hurt us but I don’t think rainwater works as an ingredient for most of these dishes.”

Gai made a dismissive gesture. “It surely won’t rain,” he said confidently.

As if to prove him wrong in the most dramatic way possible, the gray clouds turned even darker – and with another gust of wind, it started pouring. In a small chaos, all of them struggled to their feet.

“Save the food,” Genma called out and Raidou and he started covering the dishes with whatever they could grab.

“You shouldn’t have said that, Gai,” Ebisu scolded him.

Aoba’s call was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain but after a second, Raidou’s brain registered what he had yelled. His head shot up and he stared into the direction Aoba pointed at. And Aoba was right, at the entrance of the park, two figures had appeared.

“Yukiko?” Raidou asked incredulously when he spotted the familiar grin of his little sister from behind a big, long object. “And … Shizune?”

Genma paused and the others also froze while the rain kept on getting worse. It took Raidou longer than he cared to admit to recognize the bulky objects the two women were carrying.

Yukiko’s grin was bigger than the sun when they finally arrived at their spot. “Care for some rain protection?” she said with a smirk, handing him the enormous umbrella that she had carried. Shizune carried an even bigger specimen and started setting it up without wasting time to greet anyone. And while Raidou, Genma and their friends still sat there baffled, Shizune and Yukiko singlehandedly set up the big umbrellas.

It was Genma who broke the silence. He looked down at the now saved picnic and then back up at Raidou. And with an ever-brightening smile he said, “I’m sorry, Raidou, but … I think, Shizune and Yukiko are the real heroes of the day!”

@flufftober

[ghiacciowife]

Popsicleverse Chapter 2

Ghiaccio had been living in the dorm for a few days now. Gio and their roommate, Alice, seemed like nice enough people. They fed him, let him use their shower, let him crash on the couch, and all around, he had no reason to complain.

Alice had given him a quick check to make sure his fever didn’t damage any of his cranial nerves. Thankfully, the only thing he seemed to have was strep throat, and he was already almost over it. She couldn’t pinpoint why he was having memory issues. She claimed it could be a psychological problem, and that he probably should get it checked. Ghiaccio wasn’t going to listen to her advice. He didn’t need a shrink. 

Moreover, Ghiaccio was starting to become more comfortable around Gio and Alice. He learned more and more about them as they went about their routines. Alice was very disorganized and often late for her classes. She was studying medicine, hoping to be a registered nurse. Gio, however, was very tidy, almost infuriatingly so. They were incredibly socially awkward, and didn’t seem to get most jokes Alice or even Ghiaccio made. Frequently, they come behind him and pick up whatever dishes he leaves lying out. 

Today was a bright and sunny Wednesday in Los Angeles. Ghiaccio didn’t like it, it was too hot in the dorm building. Alice was in class until the evening, and Gio was going to be back any minute. He was sitting on the couch, staring at one of the many classic novels Gio owned. Reading wasn’t the correct term. He wasn’t reading. He couldn’t focus enough to read. All he could think about was how hot it was.

He figured now was as good a time as ever to use his Stand. He willed the temperature in the room to cool down, and White Album did exactly that. Finally, he could relax.

Just then, a set of keys jingled in the door. Ghiaccio sighed. He stopped influencing the temperature with White Album, and the room began to heat up again. The door swung open, and Gio stepped in. They kicked their sneakers off at the door and pulled their headphones off their head.

“Wow, it feels nice in here. Maybe the faculty finally fixed that air conditioner.” They mused to Ghiaccio, stepping in and pulling their backpack off. They sat on the couch next to him. “What are you reading?”

“Dracula.” He said plainly.

“Ooh, I love that book. You know, I bought that book in community college. Not because I needed it for a class or anything, just because I wanted it as a classic literature fan.” Gio began to ramble. Ghiaccio closed the book. He certainly wouldn’t be able to read now. “Class today sucked. We had an exam I forgot about, and let me tell you, when I walked into that class and saw ‘EXAM’ written on the board in big letters, I kinda freaked out.”

“Mhm.”

“And then I stepped in a mud puddle earlier, so I had to stop and clean my shoes halfway through the morning, that way I don’t track mud into the dorms. Oh, and can you believe a bottle of water from the vending machines is almost three entire dollars? What a ripoff! And-”

“Gio.” Ghiaccio finally interrupted them. They stopped talking and looked at him. “Do your homework.” They groaned and opened their backpack. They pulled out their laptop and turned it on, setting it on the coffee table.

“You’re right. I can’t talk your ear off to avoid my work.” They sighed and began to work on their essay. To be honest, Ghiaccio just wanted them to be quiet. He was a little annoyed from the overload of information about Gio’s day, which he did not ask about.  Gio quietly worked on their essay, and Ghiaccio re-opened Dracula to continue reading. 

Just as he got a few more pages in, the dorm door opened again. Only slightly at first, then it was pushed open by Alice’s leg. She entered the dorm, carrying someone familiar slumped over her shoulders. Ghiaccio looked closer. It was Formaggio.

“I found another one,” Alice grunted, and dragged Formaggio to the bedroom. Ghiaccio stood hurriedly, and Gio set their laptop aside.

“Same fever?” Gio asked and stood from the couch. After a grunted ‘yes’ from Alice, they went into the kitchen and began to fill a bowl with cold water. Ghiaccio walked over and helped Alice carry Formaggio to the bedroom. Formaggio was heavy, and they struggled to get him on the bed, with him being taller than both of them. A few moments after they got him on the bed, Gio came in with the cold water and a microfiber cloth. They wet the cloth, drained the excess water, and then set it on Formaggio’s forehead.

“Ghiaccio, do you know this guy?” Gio asked and linked their pointer fingers together. They had a habit of doing that when they felt anxious. Ghiaccio’s gut sank. He had to think of something, and he had to make sure he told Formaggio what was going on before he talked to Gio or Alice.

“Yeah, he’s my coworker. His name is Formaggio, he also delivers mail. He must have caught the same thing I did.” He felt somewhat bad for having to lie to these two, they were only ever nice to him. They couldn’t know. 

“Alice, this is bad. Something is going around and it’s contagious.” Gio turned to their roommate. Alice nodded solemnly. 

“We should start wearing masks when we leave the house. Neither of us can afford to be sick.” Alice said, then looked over the man lying in the bed before them. “He also has no identification, credit cards, cell phone, or anything that might hint at who he is other than what Ghiaccio said. Does he have a family?”

“No, his parents are dead. No girlfriend, children, or anything like that. Just him and a cat.” Ghiaccio recalled. To be fair, in their line of work, you really couldn’t have family. He got the easy way out, his parents died when he was a teenager, so he didn’t have to go through the pain of cutting them off. 

“Does he live nearby, at least?” Gio asked, flipping the cloth to the cold side.

“Also no. He and I live close by each other, but it’s not near here.” Ghiaccio wasn’t sure how he was going to keep up the lie about where he lived if too many more of his teammates were found unconscious in Los Angeles. He still wasn’t even sure what was going on in the first place. He needed Formaggio to wake up, and soon. “How many days is he going to be out?”

“Hard to say,” Alice began, “You were out for three days. He could be out for shorter or longer, depending on his immune system.” Ghiaccio knew Formaggio’s immune system was awful. He was the first to get sick every flu season. This wasn’t looking good for Ghiaccio. If Formaggio wakes up and says anything contradictory to what Ghiaccio has already said, the students will get suspicious. Then they might not let him live in their dorm anymore, and he had no idea where he would go.

“We should let him rest. I’ll keep applying cold water to his head every few hours. Alice, you need to get back to class.” Gio stepped out of the room, with Alice following shortly after a loud groan. Ghiaccio took a final look at Formaggio. His skin was flushed, and he was sweating badly. He looked troubled. Ghiaccio took Formaggio’s shoes off of him, as per the dorm’s rules, and left Formaggio to rest.

A week passed before Formaggio woke up. Ghiaccio spent almost the entire time at his bedside, reading. He had to be the first one there when he woke up. Over time, Formaggio’s skin returned to its normal color, and he took on a more peaceful expression.

“Ghiaccio?” He was reading 1984 when he heard Formaggio speak up, and quickly looked up from his book. “Where am I?”

“Formaggio, oh my god, you’re awake. I knew your immune system was bad, but not that bad!” Ghiaccio laughed and closed his book. “Turns out, we’re in Los Angeles.”

“Los Angeles? Like, California, Los Angeles? Like the United States?” Formaggio seemed dumbfounded.

“The one and only.” 

“How?”

“Beats me. I was hoping you’d know. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was on my way to intercept that Narancia kid…and then nothing.” Formaggio thought hard, but drew a blank on everything after that. Ghiaccio sighed.

“So we’re in the same boat then. Last I had heard, the Narancia kid shot you to pieces-” Ghiaccio was interrupted by a grunt from Formaggio, as he held his head in his hands. “You alright?”

“No, my head hurts suddenly,” Formaggio grunted, “I need an ibuprofen.” Ghiaccio rose from his seat and set his book on the bed.

“I’ll get you one. Don’t tell them anything about what we discussed if anyone else comes in here. I’ll catch you up in a second.” Ghiaccio left the room and went into the bathroom. He grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen, then went to return to Formaggio.

“Is he awake yet?” Gio called from the living area. They were nose deep in their homework. Good.

“Not yet.” Ghiaccio lied, then returned to Formaggio. He handed him the ibuprofen and watched as Formaggio took them.

“Other than your head, how do you feel?” Ghiaccio asked him, taking the bottle of ibuprofen and setting it aside. 

“My whole body hurts,” Formaggio grunted again. “Other than that, I’m right as rain.” Formaggio lay back on the bed, holding his hand to his head. He waited for the ibuprofen to kick in, very impatiently.

“Alright, I need to go over something important with you before you see anyone else in this place. We’re not in 2001 Italy anymore. I don’t know how, but it’s 2025, and as I said, we’re in Los Angeles. I told the girls who live in this dorm we’re mailmen - coworkers - and we both were on mail routes when we passed out from fevers. I told them we have no family, and that we live somewhat far from the college where we’re currently residing. They’ll let us stay here as long as we need, so take your time to recover and get used to this world.”

Formaggio stared at Ghiaccio like he was an idiot. He had heard him say some off-the-wall things, but this was a whole new ballpark.  “Ghiaccio, are you alright in the head?”

“Formaggio, this is seriously dire!” Ghiaccio whisper-shouted. He knew the information would overwhelm him.

“Okay, okay. I believe you. This is all so weird.”  Formaggio grunted and closed his eyes.

“Okay, I’m going to get Alice. She’s the medicine major of the two living in this dorm, and she’s gonna check and see why you had that fever.” Ghiaccio left the room again and approached Gio on the couch. They looked up at him curiously. “Formaggio is awake. Where’s Alice?”

“Oh, she’s in her room. How long has he been up?” Ghiaccio didn’t reply to them. He made his way down the hall to the dorm’s second bedroom and knocked on the door. After a few moments, the door swung open to reveal Alice, mid-cram session, in her pajamas. 

“Is he awake?” She asked. Ghiaccio nodded, and that was all she needed. Alice made her way to the other bedroom, knocked, and then entered. “Hi Formaggio, I’m Alice. Is it okay if I check your health quickly? Just so you know, I’m not a licensed doctor. I’m just a concerned nursing student.” 

“Y-yeah,” Formaggio sat up, “That’s fine.” Alice pulled a flashlight off the nightstand and shined it in his eyes. She watched his eyes dilate, then asked him to follow the light with his eyes. She checked his hearing by snapping near his ears and asking which side she snapped on. She poked his face with a pen, had him smell a few herbs, taste some salt and sugar, and recall his “past” (in reality, he recalled the story Ghiaccio had just told him).

“Well, just like you, Ghiaccio, he doesn’t seem to have any nerve damage from the fever. Unlike you, however, his throat is fine. He just seems to have suffered from a severe head cold.” Alice rubbed her chin, baffled by the two men’s conditions. Ghiaccio breathed a sigh of relief. Formaggio was fine, for the most part. “As for the amnesia you guys are suffering, I suggest you seek help from a therapist. This could be a symptom of a psychological condition that-”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” Ghiaccio interrupted grumpily. Alice raised her brow, but said nothing more. 

“I’ll let Gio know they have one more mouth to feed tonight. Ghiaccio, catch Formaggio up on his current location.” Alice left the room to find Gio, and Ghiaccio turned back to Formaggio.

“Good job, Formaggio. Keep this up until we can find a way to get a hold of Risotto, and we’re golden.” Ghiaccio demanded and then left to let Formaggio rest.

[shares-a-vest]

Platonic Stobin Month, Day 7: Scoops Ahoy

Prompt List

Robin bursts through the swinging door from the back room of Scoops Ahoy with a box of fresh napkins. She claws open the box (having long misplaced the store's scissors), probably further chipping her nail polish. But who gives a shit, it's pointless keeping up a fresh manicure when you're slogging through day after day of slinging ice creams.

She quickly decides to overstock the takeaway accessories counter with white napkins, each printed with the dorky Ahoy! logo and anchor. At least it'll be one less job to do come closing time. She jumps with a high-pitched squeal as someone taps her on her shoulder.

Robin turns to find a girl about her age. And she rolls her eyes immediately. Typical. Blonde hair, tied up in a high ponytail with a scrunchie matching her earrings and bracelet, all tied together with a pastel pink and purple coordinated ensemble.

"Is Steve here?" she asks, seemingly disinterested as she smacks gum.

Ah, yes. Steve's latest conquest. Carla, wasn't it?

"On a smoke break," Robin supplies, feigning a smile.

"Ew," Carla says, recoiling as a disgusted look washes across her face.

Robin has seen her co-worker Steve Harrington strike out with the ladies an embarrassing amount of times so far this summer. And they aren't even halfway there yet. But she has to agree with Carla's weary look and yeah, the dingus deserves to miss out on a hot date (fine, this chick is pretty hot, okay?) due to his smoking predilection.

It also serves him right for taking a stupid amount of smoke breaks just to weasel his way out of wearing the dumb Scoops hat for as long as possible. But Carla doesn't have to worry about that part.

"If he asks about Carla," she drawls, eyes darting about as she presumably works through a reasonable excuse. "Tell him I haven't come by."

Ouch. Not even a half-elaborate lie. Just plain stone-cold.

"Sure thing," Robin says, giving a weak salute that makes Carla huff a mocking laugh.

Why would she salute while wearing a freaking sailor's outfit?

She should give Steve a 'You Rule' point just for her own lameness.

Robin waves the board about as Steve walks back into Scoops Ahoy, begrudgingly slapping his sailor's hat back on as he steps over the threshold.

"What? No!" he whines, looking at Robin as she peaks over the board.

"Turns out smoking is a big turn-off for girlies like Carla," she teases, slowly drawing a tally on the 'You Suck' portion of the whiteboard. "And you didn't even go on the date."

She tsks as she sets the board atop the counter, on full display for any enquiring hot girls. Steve practically vaults over the counter to grab it. But she's sitting on the back bench so she has a momentary height advantage. She snatches the whiteboard up and out of his reach.

Steve collapses against the counter, defeated as he retrieves his scooper from his apron belt and twirls it with a cowboy-like flourish.

"I'm making myself a USS Butterscotch."

"Ooo!" she coos, jumping down from the counter and practically tossing the board away. "Can I have some?"

She grins and leans into his personal space.

"Only if you pack away the whiteboard for the rest of the shift," he bargains.

"Deal, Steve-o!" she sings, sticking out a pinkie finger as a promise.

Steve merely pushes past her to get to the bigger glass bowls set aside for their corporate specialty.

"God, you are annoying!"

Robin is finally packing down for the night, mostly by herself because a certain hair model moron is sulking out the back as he mops the floor at a snail's pace. She's walking towards the front of Scoops Ahoy, readying to slam the roller door shut with deep satisfaction when what she can only describe as a gaggle of children come striding in.

She backs up, outstretching her arms in a failing attempt to block them.

"Nope!"  she says, popping the 'p'. "Sorry kiddos, but we are closed."

She chops her hands in the air, punctuating the 'closed' part of that sentence as she rounds the counter, hoping it will give her some authoritative defence. But it doesn't. Of course, it doesn't. Because this is Scoops Ahoy and Robin is a mere worker in this new, big, dumb mall. And this is a summer job where no one cares about the people providing summer refreshments actually having their own lives… Her life being going home and finishing up lino-printing a pattern onto a lightweight throw over she'd just finished sewing. But these kids don't need to know that.

She looks them over and only recognises former Missing Child Will Byers, standing at the back and blushing. He looks nervously at the redheaded girl in front and Robin assumes whatever is happening isn't actually his idea.

The redhead narrows her eyes and gives a sly smile.

"Is Steve here?"

Well, maybe it's more of an evil smirk. This girl is quite terrifying. She certainly has the boys behind her Bambi-eyed and cautious. Or maybe they're just that lame and using Red to ask for them.

"Hey, Dingus!" Robin calls over her shoulder, reaching back to pound on the wall that separates the back room and kitchenette from the ice creamery. "A bunch of children are here asking for you."

Steve slides open the dividing window and groans.

"Oh no," he laments. "Guys, no. Please, leave me alone."

Despite his whining, Steve walks through the swinging door, shoulders slumped more than they were when he found out about Carla ditching him.

"We just need you to sneak us into the movies," the sour-faced kid with black hair pleads.

"Fuck off, Wheeler," Steve spits, folding his arms. "I'm not paying for five movie tickets."

"We just want you to sneak us in," the third boy (dressed like every different Goonies kid rolled into one) chimes with a hand flourish as if his suggestion is plain as day.

"Lucas!" the girl shoots back at the boy. "Shut up! I'm doing the talking."

Steve grumbles, stepping towards Robin and leaning against the counter so they are shoulder-to-shoulder in defiance against an onslaught of demands.

"We spent all our money at the arcade," Will Byers explains, speaking just above a whisper that has Steve tilting his head to hear him.

"We could just sneak them in out the back?" Robin suggests, sending Steve into a wide-eyed gawking stare.

"Why are you chiming in?" he shrieks.

"I like her," the redhead chuckles, giving Robin a low nod of approval.

"Please?" Wheeler begs, sending the others into a series of groans.

Okay, that one was just plain pathetic.

Robin pushes herself off the counter.

"Come on, dingus," she begs. "Don't you want this never-ending nightmare shift to be over?"

Steve looks between her and the kids several times before he begins untying his apron like a total drama queen.

"If you assholes get caught by mall security, I'm not taking any blame whatsoever," he chides, flailing about with every word.

Robin still has no idea who these annoying children are but, judging by their snickering, this is their general dynamic with former King Steve.

"So what's with the gremlin squad?" she asks as they finally make their way out to the parking lot.

Sneaking the kids into the movie theatre was actually quite easy. Turns out, there's no security scouring the halls of Starcourt Mall as the stores close, nor do theatre attendants seem to notice either. Even though the Scoops uniforms stick out like a sore thumb. Not to mention the cacophony of twerpy nonsense that wouldn't pipe down the whole time...

"Nancy Wheeler dumping me somehow led to me babysitting her brother and his asshole friends 24/7."

"Oh please," Robin laughs, playfully slapping his arm as they reach his shiny maroon Beemer. "You don't shut up about that Henderson kid."

"You wouldn't believe the whole goddamned story if I told you," he warns, unlocking his car.

And for once Robin actually notices a social cue that's flashing like the neon sign of Startcourt telling her to shut up for once. Honestly, Steve just looks sad. It’s the only word for it. She’d teased him about Nancy and no longer being the reigning King of Hawkins High but sue her, it was the talk of their grade. What else was she supposed to talk about working alongside this dweeb?

Steve… yep, Steve.

Maybe she should start off by saying that. And she swears on her life that this sudden realisation hasn’t come conveniently right at this moment because she has one hundred percent, missed the last bus back into town.

"Hey, uh…" she trails off and goddamnit, she shouldn't have been such an asshole. "Can I maybe get a ride home?"

Steve sighs, looking up and giving a weak smile. "Fine. You wanna go buy beer?"

The ‘You Suck’ board is still in full effect, but Robin will remove the tally point for Carla, just this once.

And it isn’t because Carla was hot.

[chansbabygirl02]

BESTFRIENDS

Bestfriend! jeno x fem reader

read pt1 here

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After the kiss jeno and I shared at his house, nothing changed, and I don't know whether I should be glad or not. To be honest, I've always thought that jeno is hot, and anyone could agree to that, but I never thought he was crushing on me, and that made me curious and have so many questions, since when? Why? Did he tell any of our friends? Was he planning to tell me if I didn't find about the pictures?

But I'm kinda glad we're not awkward around each other, the kiss happened last week and since then we still hang out with our friends, and texted, nothing really changed, except his random flirting that would pop out of nowhere. Well, he is a flirt and by now I’m used to it, except that now it's so frequent that I’m sure even the guys have noticed.

Today is just some other random Friday night when we decided to crash at jaemin’s and drink the night away while watching movies.

As usual Jeno came to pick me up and go together. On our way, and after buying some beer, we just kept talking about random stuff and laughing about stupid things we did before.

It was kinda a long walk so as soon as jaemin opened the door we walked past him and I threw myself on the sofa. Soon after us, the bell rang and mark and donghyuck walked in with snacks. The rest of the guys were already there even before jeno and I so we just got everything ready and watched Jisung and Chenle fight over what movie to watch first. We ended up choosing “the fault in our stars” and I'm happy with the choice.

Halfway through the movie, we were nearly drunk. I'm feeling really dizzy because of all the crying and drinks, but that doesn’t mean the end lol. I got a new beer and started drinking more, the movie really makes so depressed and sad, and that means many drinks.

By the end of the film, the mood of the room changed, so we decided to just play some board games.

Jaemin went to his room to bring the Jenga and uno cards. Same old rules, the loser has to drink a whole beer, interesting :)

I guess this is not my lucky day as I lost the first two games, and now I feel like throwing up and I'm already so drunk. I pushed the feeling aside and just resumed in the games. As we get more in the games, the urge to throw up grows bigger and I just can’t hold it anymore so I rushed to the bathroom scared I’d through up there and jaemin would probably kill me. I close the door behind me but as soon as I got in, Jeno knocked on the door “hey, are you okay?” and obviously I can’t answer him “I'm coming in” and he walked in the bathroom, I was on the floor in front of the toilet seat, spitting away all the beer I drank earlier. He got closer and crouched next to me. If I could talk, I’d ask him what he’s doing but I can’t. he pulled my hair up away from my face and starting soothingly rubbing my back. It felt really nice and my stomach ache started to cool down. Then jeno helped me get back up and I washed my face and teeth, but I was still drunk, and remembering the kiss we had right now isn’t helping as he looks so good in his pink hoodie and glasses. I shook the memory away and turned to look at him, just to see that he’s already looking at me with a smug look on his face, “what?” “Nothing, your face is really read though” “yeah dummy, cuz I'm drunk”

I'm glad I can use being drunk as an excuse, but when I turn to look at him again, it felt like he got hotter, and closer to my face, and I thought ‘I can still use being drunk as an excuse’ and got closer to him as well. Soon, there was no space left between us, and his lips were already on mine, and I realized that I missed the feeling of our lips out together, moving in sync. I put my hands around his neck trying to get our bodies closer than they already are, if that was even possible, and he held my waist and pulled me up to sit on the bathroom sink and he stood between my legs. As the kiss got more heated, I felt Jeno run his hands all along my sides and I wanted more. I tightened my hands around his neck and tugged at the hair on the back of his neck. He gasped at the sudden tug and I felt the air get hotter. It was just a small gasp but it did wonders to my body.

Soon, I felt his mouth fall from mine to my jawline to lick along it and then moved more downward to my neck and started kissing and biting, and it drove me crazy (felt so good) that I didn’t notice the loud moan that escaped my lips. As soon as I made the sinful sound jeno lifted his head from my neck and looked straight into my eyes. I looked deep into his eyes and they were dark and full with lust, and that’s when I realized what was happening and I felt embarrassed. I hopped down the sink counter and started to make my way to the door.

As soon as my hand touched the door knob, I felt jeno pull me from behind and turned me around to trap between the door and his body

He looked at me dead in the eyes and lowly growled -and that sound made me weak, nearly on my knees- and said “where do you think you’re going? We’re not done yet here” and now I'm so close to get on my knees for him. He then pulled me closer and started kissing me, it was slow yet intense, but it gradually became rough. It felt so good.

We pulled away just for Jeno to bury his head in the crook of my neck and give me kisses all over, he then went back up to my lips and hungrily kissed me. I bit his lower lip and he groaned, I slipped my tongue in his mouth and we fought for dominance, I run my hand on his hair and he groaned again, allowing me to dominate the kiss. In the middle of the heated kiss, i backed him up against the sink and run my hands under his hoodie and he let out a moan burying his head between my neck and shoulder.

It felt good, to know he’s needy because of me, and it made me want to do more to him

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still couldn't write the smut for this part 🤦🏻‍♀️😩😭

I promise I'll try for the next part. And i don't think this supposed one shot will end in just 3parts ㅜㅜ

Hope u enjoyed this!!!

[starkstruck27]

Harringrove Week Day 7

🎂🎈🎉Happy Birthday, Billy!!🎉🎈🎂

Prompt(s): 5+1, It's My Party by Lesley Gore

Dialogue Challenge: "You don't know what you put me through."

Word Count: 7,856

Tw(s): Implied/referenced child abuse, Minor injuries

The first time it happened, it didn’t mean anything. 

It was more of an obligation than anything, just a part of Billy’s job. It was July 7th, 1984, and the day was one of the hottest of the summer so far. The pool was extremely crowded, and unfortunately for him, Billy had to work that day, so there he sat, atop his lifeguard chair, trying to keep an eye on about three hundred children, teenagers and adults to make sure no one got hurt. Perfect way to spend an already miserable afternoon.

About halfway through his shift was when it happened. He was about to switch out with Heather and return to the sweet, sweet air-conditioned interior of his car for his lunch break when a large splash sounded on the deep end of the pool. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t worry him. There was a diving board at that end, and most of the people in town knew not to go off of it if they didn’t know how to swim, especially when Billy was working. But what got his attention was the screams that came from the same direction just after the splash. 

Billy vaguely recognized the kid that ran frantically over to him as one of Max’s friends, the one with black hair and too much attitude for a kid his age. He couldn’t remember the kid’s name, but he didn’t need to right now, not when the kid was practically screeching at him to get his ass in the water.

Billy didn’t need to be told twice. He blew his whistle as hard as he could and tossed his sunglasses aside, then jumped into the pool, making a few younger kids screech as the splash crested over them in a wave. He swam underwater to the deep end of the pool, found whoever it was that had fallen in, and yanked them up to the surface, where Heather was already waiting with something to prop their head up. She and Billy worked together to get the guy laid flat on the pavement, and Billy began doing chest compressions on him while Heather tried to herd back the crowd of spectators. It was only now that Billy realized whose life he was saving, and he wasn’t sure whether he started pushing harder on his chest because he was scared for him or if he was just trying to break one of his ribs.

“What happened?” Billy asked the group of kids Max was friends with. She and the rest of them had come to the pool that day just like everyone else, but while she tried to help Heather keep everyone back, the other kids just crowded around Billy, practically sobbing their eyes out.

“He was going to get a drink of water, he said he was thirsty, and then he just… He just fell over!” The kid with no front teeth said. “Oh my God, if Steve dies, I’ll never forgive myself! I should’ve noticed he wasn’t alright, holy shit!”

“Kid, he’s not gonna die. Now shut up and calm down so I can do my job,” Billy said, shooting the kid a sharp glare. He nodded quickly and tried to swallow his cries, and Billy was able to better focus on keeping Harrington alive. The chest compressions weren’t working, though, and he knew what he had to do next. Christ, Heather was never going to let him live this down.

Billy wanted to scream like everyone else had been doing when he made a decision and stopped pressing on Harrington’s chest, instead using his hands to pinch his nose shut and sealing his mouth over the other boy’s. He squeezed his eyes shut as he breathed into his mouth, then let himself up and continued to push on his chest, hoping that by not looking at him, he could trick himself into thinking it was literally anybody else.

“C’mon, man, don’t you quit on me,” he muttered under his breath, about to go in again to help him breathe, but just then, Steve began to sputter and cough up water. 

Billy helped him sit up and began to pound on his back to help him get the water out of his system, almost holding him up to keep him from toppling back into the pool. He wrapped a towel around his shoulders like a security blanket and Heather handed him a cold bottle of water, which Billy opened for him and helped him drink.

“There you go, Harrington, drink up. You okay?” Billy said, holding him up still as he drank some water.

“Yeah,” Steve replied as he was able to gain control of himself, “Yeah, I’m okay now. Thanks for, y’know, not letting me die.”

“It’s my job, Harrington,” Billy said, standing up finally, his knees aching from kneeling on the pavement for so long. “Honestly, I should’ve let you die, face the consequences of your own stupidity. It’s the hottest day of the year, why did you wait to drink water until you were about to fall over?”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve said, his voice rough and raw, “Where do you think I was going when I fell, you asshole?”

“I know that’s where you were going, your charges told me. Still, what I’m saying is, they all have water bottles, I saw you handing them out earlier, so why don't you have one? You gotta take care of yourself, too. Next time bring some water for yourself. I don’t want to have to save your ass again,” Billy replied. Then he walked away, leaving Steve with an incredulous look on his face in favor of drying himself off and relaxing in his car for the rest of his lunch break.

The second time it happened, it was less accidental. 

In fact, it was almost voluntary. It was Tina’s annual halloween party, this year being hosted on October 29th. Billy had managed to get out of the house for a night and decided to attend, if for no other reason than to get absolutely smashed. So he found an old wire halo and a pair of feathery wings from one of Max’s old costumes, pulled his hair back a little, grabbed a new pack of smokes, and left the house, roaring down the streets of Hawkins on his way to Tina’s house.

When he got there, the party was already in full swing. Music pouring out of every window, kids already stumbling out on the lawn to throw up in the rose bushes, and toilet paper providing decoration for the trees devoid of their leaves all helped to make up the festive atmosphere, as well as screams and shouts from inside the house. Billy was honestly surprised that there hadn’t been any noise complaints shutting the place down yet, but hey, he wasn’t complaining.

It was unseasonably warm for October, even at night, and because of that, Billy decided to leave the white sweatshirt he was planning on wearing in his car, leaving him in just his white tank top and dark blue jeans, as well as his signature boots. He got out of his car and locked the doors, then donned the halo and wings as he walked up to the door, and checked to make sure the back was still on his cross earring. He liked this one, he didn’t want to lose it.

It didn’t take long for Billy to find the kitchen, and in turn, the liquor. He didn’t even try to pace himself, just drank whatever he could get his hands on, until he was barely able to see straight. He decided to take a little break then, not wanting to puke like the little freshman and sophomore kids had been doing all night, and instead lit up a cigarette to keep his mouth occupied.

He’d sobered up a little after a smoke and a half, and that was when he saw him, a literal handsome devil off on the other side of the room, chatting with some people. He couldn’t quite tell who it was, but he could tell he was pretty. He had dark hair with plastic devil horns sticking up from it, pale skin painted with red blush, and he was wearing a black sweater and matching pants, as well as a long, wine red cape tied around his beautiful neck. Billy wanted to bite him on that neck and see if he could untie the cape with nothing but his tongue. He wanted to see if he could make his skin turn the same color red as the blush. And with his inhibitions long gone by now, chased away by the alcohol, he decided to just go for it.

He sauntered over to the guy, still puffing on his smoke, taking one long drag as the people the guy had been talking with left to go somewhere else, leaving him alone. He stood in front of the guy, blew the smoke in his face, and with as little slurring of his words as he could manage, said, “How’s it going, Pretty Boy?”

“I was a lot better before you blew smoke directly into my eyes,” the guy said, wrinkling his adorable nose and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Aw, I’m sorry, handsome. Why don’t you let me make it up to you?” Billy said, stubbing his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray and reaching forward to hook his fingers in the collar of the guy’s shirt.

“And just how would you do that?” The guy asked, a sly smile now on his face as he leaned forward towards Billy. He seemed to be just as drunk as Billy was, if not a little more so, and Billy began to feel a little giddy as he led the guy down a hallway, looking for the first available space where they could be alone. 

It happened to be a closet. Billy led whoever the handsome devil was inside the closet by his shirt and shut the door, not even bothering to look for any kind of lightswitch. Instead, he pulled him in close until their bodies were flush against each other, biting his lip as a chuckle clawed his way up out of his throat. The guy was taller than him, and he liked that. Billy was a sucker for guys who were bigger than him, even if he would never admit it.

“You’re pretty naughty for an angel,” the guy said, and Billy could practically feel his grin pressed to his cheek.

“That’s cuz I’m not an angel anymore since I fell for you,” Billy replied, finally getting his hands on the guy’s skin after putting them up under his shirt. That was when the guy kissed him, hard and hungry, like he was a man starved and Billy was a ten-course meal. He hadn’t even been kissing him for a full four seconds when he shoved his tongue down Billy’s throat and reached behind him to grope Billy’s ass through his jeans. At that moment, Billy felt like he was actually in heaven.

And after that, he couldn’t remember anything.

Billy woke up the next day sometime in the late morning, still in the same closet as last night, but with a pair of devil horns on his head rather than a halo. He felt queasy as soon as he opened his eyes, and it only got worse as he sat up and eventually stood, leaning most of his body weight on the door frame. Eventually he got up the strength to walk out of the room, finding a few others passed out on couches, in guest rooms, the floor and even on the front lawn, but he didn’t pay them any mind aside from making sure he didn’t step on them on his way to the bathroom. 

He opened the medicine cabinet when he got there and found an almost empty bottle of Tylenol, and swallowed two down dry before turning on the tap and drinking some water. He felt like absolute shit, and when he looked in the mirror, he found that his face certainly didn’t hide that fact. There were dark spots under his eyes, he was paler than normal, and there were red marks all over his neck. Suddenly he remembered the devil guy from the night before, and the sick feeling returned at full force when he remembered his face. It was blurry, but he was almost positive that it was Steve Harrington under all that makeup and those stupid clothes. 

Well, shit. This was not good. But there was nothing Billy could do about it now, so he splashed some more water on his face, made sure he had everything he came with (except the halo, but he could guess where that ended up), and left the house to head for his own.

The third time it was nowhere close to an accident. 

They could have very easily told everyone else at that stupid party that they didn’t want to do it, and with a little good-natured ribbing, that would’ve been the end of it. But they didn’t, and it wasn’t and now Billy was at home, lying in bed with his window open and a cigarette between his lips, trying desperately to figure out where it all went wrong.

He supposed that it probably started going downhill right after he accepted the invitation to Carol Perkins’s stupid fucking Christmas Party. It wasn’t going to be a rager with people from all over town just walking in and out as they pleased, like Tina’s parties always were. There would still be alcohol and there would still be weed and there would still be about forty or fifty horny teenagers running around and pretending that their actions had no consequences, but it would be a lot more laid back than most of the other parties were. So Billy decided to go, because why the hell not?

The party was held on December 12th that year, during the one week of December that Carol could throw a party without her parents finding out. They were out of town for a while, and would only be back the week before Christmas to pick up Carol and whisk her away to wherever rich people spent their Christmases. Probably the Bahamas or somewhere. So Carol had the house stocked full of food, weed and booze as soon as people started showing up around 8:00, and soon, the party was under way.

Billy showed up fashionably late, as usual, and that may have been his first mistake. Carol’s house was not in a cul-de-sac like Tina’s was, and unlike the other girl, she did not allow people to park on her lawn, so finding a parking space was like trying to find a shark on the beach. Not impossible, but damn close to it. Eventually though, he found a spot and made his way up to the house.

When he got inside, the first thing Billy noticed was that the majority of people attending were already drunk. It wasn’t an overwhelming majority, but for every sober person, there were probably two and a half wasted ones, and that included the party’s hostess. Carol threw open the door when Billy knocked on it and nearly fell face first into his chest, but she managed to keep her balance by grabbing the doorknob. Her face broke into a huge smile as she finally realized who exactly she was looking at, and she led him inside and out of the winter chill just as the snow began to fall. 

“Make yourself at home!” She shouted as she led him through the house. The music wasn’t loud enough for Billy to be able to justify her being that loud, but he knew he did stupid stuff like that when he was drunk, too. 

“Like shoving your tongue down Steve Harrington’s throat the last time you were at a party,” his brain helpfully supplied, and in that thought was his second mistake. 

Billy swore to himself that he was going to forget that party ever happened, or at least that part of it, but his stupid memory didn’t seem to want to let it go. Ever since the night of that party, anytime Billy saw Steve kissing a girl while at school, or anytime he tried to get with one himself, his mind would immediately take him back to that closet, and the way he’d felt more himself then in that moment than he had the entire time he’d been in Hawkins. Eventually, he just gave up on trying to get with anybody, and he began keeping his head down in the halls in an attempt to avoid seeing Steve at all. It was certainly doing wonders for his ego to know that Steve Harrington of all people had been the one to turn him into somewhat of a wallflower.

“Anyway,” Carol continued, stopping abruptly in the middle of the living room and causing Billy to almost crash into her, “There’s food and drinks in the kitchen, uh, don’t mess with the sound system, basement’s off limits… Oh! And I don’t care if you go upstairs, but my room and my parent’s room is off limits. Other than that, have fun!”

“Sure,” Billy said, deciding to make a beeline for the kitchen as soon as he could, “Thanks, Carol.”

And with that, Carol left him to his own devices, and in turn caused Billy to make his third mistake. As soon as he was by himself, Billy went straight for the kitchen. He hadn’t eaten in hours and he wanted something to drink, so obviously, he rushed over as quickly as he could. 

There weren't a whole lot of options when it came to the food, since Carol wasn’t much of a cook. However, there were store-bought cookies and cupcakes, bags of chips and dip, vegetable and fruit platters, and little candies strewn out all over the table. Billy helped himself to a plate, and was munching on a slice of mango from the fruit platter when he saw Harrington come in with a girl on his arm. 

Billy didn’t know the girl that well, only that her name was Rosalie and that she liked to pretend that she was a witch. She was always picking up random rocks when they were outside during gym class and stuffing them into her shorts pockets, claiming that they had special powers, and she would pick flowers and hang them upside down in her locker, claiming that the combination of blooms would cast a spell to protect her things from ever getting stolen. Billy was tempted to break into her locker just to prove her wrong one of these days. But what really burned him up upon seeing her with Harrington was the fact that he would go for someone as crazy as her and that Billy would have to watch it end in either heartbreak or Harrington starting to believe in the magic rocks, too. 

As soon as Billy saw them enter the kitchen, he wasn’t hungry anymore. He tossed the remaining chips, dip and half-eaten cookie on his plate into the garbage and went straight for the coolers full of drinks instead. He didn’t want to get plastered tonight, especially since he absolutely had to drive himself home, but getting a decent buzz going would make the whole situation a little bit easier to breathe in. So he got himself a beer and drank it as fast as he could, then popped open another one and took his time to sip it slowly. Then he moved to get the fuck out of that goddamn kitchen.

This was his fourth, and arguably worst, mistake. Apparently, after dropping his girl off in the kitchen, Harrington had wandered off somewhere else, and was only now returning to her side, just as Billy was leaving. He bumped into him as they both attempted to fit through the doorway, and Billy could already feel the pit forming in his stomach.

“Watch where you’re going, Harrington,” he grumbled as they bumped, turning around to level the other boy with the same harsh glare he’d used on the kid at the pool months earlier, right before he technically kissed Steve Harrington for the first time.

And just like that, they were in a staring match. It had only lasted a second, maybe two, and Billy was all set to relent and just shrug it off when suddenly, he heard Carol shriek in delight.

“Oooh! Billy and Steve are standing under the mistletoe!” She crooned in a sing-song voice, pointing at them and effectively grabbing the attention of everybody in the house within a 50 foot radius. Billy looked up to the doorframe and, sure enough, he and Steve were standing directly below a sprig of the cursed plant. He wanted so badly to take the damn thing and shove it right down Carol’s throat, and the feeling only increased as she started up a chant, everyone at the party soon joining in repeating ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’.

Billy knew there was no way out of this. Looking at Steve, he knew that he knew it, too. Especially since his girl Rosalie had even joined in the chant. So, with a sigh, a roll of his eyes, and the sound of the little devil and angel on his shoulders screaming for him to just do it and to run away screaming at the same time, Billy decided to just bite the bullet and, in turn, made his final mistake.

Billy leaned forward and put one of his hands on Steve’s cheek before he kissed him, hoping that the gesture would allow him to keep at least a little bit of his dignity. He closed his eyes and just gave Harrington a quick peck on the lips, kissing him for just long enough to satisfy the crowd of people around them and not a second longer. He didn’t let himself enjoy the taste of Steve’s lips, and he didn’t let himself relish in the tiny noise Harrington made when they parted, either. Instead, he pulled back, tossed a cheeky wink in Harrington’s general direction, and made a big show of walking triumphantly into the living room, drinking as he went. But the feeling of the cold metal can couldn’t chase away the feeling of Steve’s warm lips on his. 

Billy didn’t stay too long after that. It seemed that anywhere he looked, anywhere he listened, he either saw or heard someone talking about the kiss or about Harrington, and he was frankly getting tired of it. He made the rounds one more time once his beer was gone, thanked Carol for having him, and then left with some bullshit excuse of a stomach ache tailing him out the door.

The fourth time it wasn’t actually Billy who’d started it. 

It was February 14th, Billy’s least favorite day of the year, and of course, that meant that Hawkins High was a cesspool of PDAs, chocolates, flower petals and hearts. He couldn’t walk two feet without seeing a couple either making out or clinging to each other like it was their last day on Earth, and every five seconds there was another delighted shriek from a girl as her boyfriend presented her with whatever gift he’d chosen to give her.

Billy thought it was all just a crock of shit. Why did these people make such a big deal out of everything that they did normally just because it happened to be a certain date? Granted, he may have been a little biased on the matter. He hadn’t had a Valentine since he was eleven years old, and even then it only lasted about two days before the school bullies beat him and the other boy to a bloody pulp for being queer. After that, Logan had wanted nothing to do with him, and he tore up the card Billy had made him right in front of his face before leaving him a crying, heartbroken mess in the schoolyard. So yeah, Billy kind of despised this holiday.

But of course, that didn’t mean he could escape it. He had to suffer through the ordeal and just suck it up until he could go home, eat a half gallon of peanut butter ripple ice cream, cry and eventually fall asleep. It was a solid, foolproof plan for getting through the day. 

But by lunch time, his patience was really wearing thin. Just as he was getting up to throw away his empty tray, Eddie Munson took it upon himself to inadvertently rub it in his face, since he plugged in an amplifier, stood up on his lunch table, and started playing a song he wrote for his girlfriend, Chrissy. It was a sweet song and he capped it off by handing her a big bouquet of black and red roses before kissing her sweetly to the oohs and ahhs of the rest of the student body. And it made Billy want to throw up the entire tray of food that he’d just eaten.

The cafeteria felt suffocating after that, and Billy didn’t like it. He couldn’t stand being around that much endearment, and the fact that it was now making him physically ill was probably not good. So he grabbed his backpack and walked out of the cafeteria, heading for the nearest bathroom to try and clear his head. 

He finally found an empty one and proceeded to splash some cold water on his face as soon as the door closed behind him. He was tired, and he wanted to go home, but he knew they’d call home if he skipped any classes, and he didn’t want to risk it. 

“Just three more hours,” he whispered to his reflection as he rubbed at his eyes with more cold water, “Three more hours and then you get to go home.”

Billy stayed leaned over the bathroom sink for almost a minute more, his head resting against the mirror and his eyes closed as he tried to prepare himself to go back out to the cafeteria. There were only a few minutes left in the lunch period, so he debated going to the library to pick up a new book instead, but he never got the chance to make the decision, because as he dried off his face and shouldered his backpack, he heard the door to the bathroom open again.

He turned around and immediately wanted to bang his head against the mirror as he saw who stood before him. Steve Harrington just had to pick this particular bathroom, didn’t he? Billy couldn’t catch a fucking break.

“You feeling alright, Hargrove?” Steve asked with a mischievous smirk on his face. Billy didn’t like that look. A look like that could only lead to trouble.

“What do you care, Harrington?” He spat back, trying to gain some sort of upper hand, “Shouldn’t you be shoving your hand down your girl’s pants right about now? What’s her name this week, huh? Lorraine, Lydia, something like that?”

“Actually, you were close. It’s Lola,” Steve replied, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping closer to Billy. He wasn’t blocking the door anymore, but he was still between it and Billy, meaning that the other boy had no way out unless he tried to flush himself down the toilet. Though, that honestly seemed like a better option than whatever it was Harrington was planning on doing right now.

“Right, Lola. Heard that girl’s a bit of a slut for you. So why you’re in here checking on me when you could be off having a quickie with her before the bell rings, I’ll never know,” Billy said, trying to hide his nerves. Maybe he wasn’t such a fan of guys being bigger than him after all.

“She’s too much of a freak to be able to have a quickie with when we actually have to get back to normal afterwards. She likes to leave marks, and not only the kind that are visible to the general public,” Steve said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he bit his bottom lip. Billy hated that he didn’t hate that face.

“Still doesn’t answer why you’re in here telling me about it instead of doing literally anything else,” Billy said, crossing his own arms as Steve took one more step closer, trapping him between himself and the paper towel dispenser. He laughed a little bit, and dropped his hands to his sides.

And then, he shut himself up by taking Billy’s face in his hands and leaning down to kiss him. It wasn’t like any other kiss they’d shared before. Where the others were rough or desperate or devoid of any emotion at all, this one held everything Billy feared and craved all at once, and every word he didn’t know how to say. It made his heart flutter and his stomach swoop, and he was sure he even stopped breathing for a minute. Steve’s hands on his face felt like a brand, or maybe it was just the fiery flush that was inevitably leaving Billy as red as the paper hearts pasted all over the hallways. 

And then just as quickly as it had started, it was over. Steve stepped back and released Billy from his hold, his smile genuine and his voice soft as he walked out, saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Billy.”

Billy didn’t know what he was supposed to take away from that. Hell, he could barely wrap his head around the fact that it had even happened. He still wasn’t going to cut class and risk going home to an angry father when he could barely get his wits about him as it was, but he was most definitely going to eat the entire gallon of peanut butter ripple as soon as he got home.

The fifth time it happened, it almost made Billy cry. 

It was March 28th, the day before his birthday, and he should’ve known that would put his dad in a bad mood, but he didn’t think about it. He was just trying to organize his bookshelf, to clean it up so that he could find his books more easily and not have to hunt around for them when he wanted to read them. And he was so close to being done, to just finally getting it perfect, when he knocked one of his hardbacks over onto the floor.

The thud it made wasn’t very loud, but it was a big enough sound to alert his father, who came storming into the room right then, already pissed off.

By the end of the ordeal, the entire bookshelf was knocked over, all the books were scattered on the floor, and Billy was covered in cuts and bruises, sprinting to his car as soon as he found the opportunity. It was late, just a little after ten, and he should’ve just gone to bed instead of running, but he didn’t want Neil to be able to come back for another round, so he left.

At first, he just drove around town, trying to figure out what to do. He didn’t know where to go, so he just drove, figuring he’d end up somewhere safe eventually.

He found himself parking in front of the only house he recognized on the dead-end street he wound up on. He’d dropped Max off here enough times, and he knew that there was only ever one person at home, so it was probably the safest option. The fewer people who saw him like this, the better.

So that’s how he found himself on Steve Harrinton’s doorstep, ringing his doorbell and shuffling his feet on the welcome mat as he waited for him to open the door. His car was parked in the driveway, so Billy knew he was home, and now all he had to do was wait.

“Billy? What are you doing- oh,” Steve said as he opened the door, his expression immediately turning to concern as he saw the blood crusting on Billy’s face.

“You gonna let me in or what, Harrington?” Billy asked as he stood there, tempted to bite his lip, but he tried to fight back the urge, since he knew it would only bring more pain, and he was feeling more than enough of that already.

“Yeah, sure. C’mon in,” Steve said, standing aside and holding the door open for him, “What happened to you?”

“Got in a fight. Don’t worry about it, though. You should see the other guy,” Billy said, hoping that would be enough of an explanation.

“Uh huh. And how did you end up here?” Steve asked, shutting the door and walking towards the kitchen. Billy didn’t know what else to do but follow.

“Needed someone to help patch me up, but Max is at a sleepover and the folks are out of town,” Billy lied, shrugging, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Steve nodded, not saying much else as he dug around in one of the cabinets for a first aid kit. Billy just stood there awkwardly, hands in his pockets, and watched him. He looked so cuddly, dressed in only a white t-shirt with tiny spaghetti stains on it and green flannel pajama pants. His hair was still as pretty as ever, if only a little more unruly, and he had the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow sprouting on his jaw. He was so effortlessly handsome, Billy was almost jealous.

“So,” Steve said as he finally found the kit and motioned for Billy to sit down at the kitchen table, “You wanna tell me who it was that jacked your face up?”

“Not really,” Billy replied, sitting as instructed and trying to keep his leg from bouncing.

“Well, if not who, then you wanna tell me why they did it?” Steve continued to push, taking out some antiseptic wipes and starting to clean up Billy’s face.

“I pissed ‘em off, that’s why,” Billy replied, wincing a little at the sting as Steve cleared the blood away from a cut.

“And how did you do that?” Steve asked, putting the wipes down now that all the blood was gone and picking up a box of band-aids as Billy shrugged and looked away.

“It doesn’t matter. And why do you care so much, anyway? It’s not like you’d risk that pretty face of yours to go back to whoever it was and defend my honor or whatever, so what does it matter?” Billy asked, glaring at Steve. And yeah, he knew he was being a bit of an asshole, but right now, he didn’t care.

“It matters because you showed up to my house bloody and battered and I think I at least deserve to know why. And who knows, maybe if I knew something else about it, I might even be able to help fix it,” Steve said, his voice still as even as ever. He didn’t sound upset at Billy being so snarky to him, and for some reason, that made a pit form in Billy’s stomach.

“Fix it, huh?” Billy scoffed, “What are you gonna do? Kiss all my boo-boos and make them feel better?”

“Is that what you want me to do?” Steve asked in return, his fingers stilling for a second over the band-aid he’d just smoothed out over Billy’s eyebrow. He seemed to be waiting for something, and Billy didn’t know what to tell him. Any and all fight he’d had left in him was drained away after the question had been asked, and he found that maybe that was what he wanted. Still, he couldn’t find the words to voice it, so instead, he just shrugged.

“Whatever,” he said, and he expected that to be the end of it. And it probably would have been if he was with anybody else. But this was Steve, and this was after everything they’d been through already, so he couldn’t say that he was surprised when Steve leaned down and placed a gentle kiss over his eyebrow, on top of the band-aid he’d just smoothed down.

And all at once, Billy was fighting back tears. He just couldn’t handle being treated so kindly by the boy he’d been crushing on for ages, being kissed by him without the excuse of saving his life or being too drunk or pleasing a room full of people. It was just the two of them, both sober as a judge, trying to figure out whatever was happening between them without actually saying any words.

“I’m gonna get you some painkillers and microwave you some food, then I want you to go to sleep. There’s a guest room upstairs you can stay in,” Steve said, pulling Billy out of his mind. He walked away for a moment and returned with a glass of water and a couple of aspirin in his hand, giving both to Billy before leaving again. He returned a few minutes later with a large plate of spaghetti and a fork, setting both down in front of the other boy and taking his jacket from him, hanging it up on the hooks by the door. 

Billy wasn’t very hungry right now. He wasn’t very anything. All he knew for sure was that he very much wanted to cry. But he didn’t want to do that while Steve was within earshot, and he didn’t want to seem rude or ungrateful, so he decided to save the crying until he was alone in that guest room and to just eat whatever was on his plate. The quicker he could do that, the quicker he could try to put the whole thing behind him.

The next time that it happened, it was absolutely terrifying.

It had only been a few hours since Billy had shown up on Harrington’s doorstep, but no matter how hard he’d tried, he couldn’t sleep. The clock on the bedside table told him that it was almost two AM, which meant two things.

One, it was his 18th birthday.

Two, he’d been in Steve’s house, crying and unable to quiet his thoughts for almost four hours.

He had been lying in the too soft bed in the guest room for almost the entirety of that time, trying and failing to sort out the feelings in his head and heart, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He either needed to fall asleep within the next two seconds or high-tail it the fuck outta there, because even being in the same building as Steve was going to drive him out of his mind.

But neither of those things happened. He didn’t fall asleep, and he didn’t leave, either. He felt like a ghost, like he was tied to the house, even when he felt he didn’t really belong there. So he laid on the bed, tired and confused, for a little while longer.

Eventually, he sat up in the bed, rubbing a hand over his face and trying to gain control of himself. He had cried himself out a little while ago, and his back was aching from both the bruises left there by his father and the marshmallow-like mattress. He needed to at least get up and walk around a little, and maybe pacing would help him clear his head. He certainly hoped so, because he was tired of thinking. All he’d been able to think about was Steve, how sweet and gentle he was, how much he seemed to care about everyone and everything, how much he wanted Steve to hold him and kiss him and tell him everything would be okay. Yeah, he definitely needed to clear his head.

Only, when Billy finally stood up and began to pace around the room, it didn’t help. The room was a pretty big one for a guest room, but it still felt like it was closing in on him the longer Billy walked around. It felt like the walls were closing in until he was trying to walk around a cardboard box, and he just needed to get out of there. 

Billy opened the door to the hallway and stepped out into it, looking up and down the hallway as if it were a busy street he was trying to cross. In a way, it almost felt like one, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if a cement truck or something came flying down the hall to flatten him like a pancake. But no such truck came, and Billy was able to breathe. But apparently, oxygen fuelled stupid decisions, because before Billy could even realize what he was doing, he was standing in front of Steve’s bedroom door and rapping on it lightly with his knuckles, his heart racing and his brain sprinting to try and catch up with his body.

By the time it got to where it needed to be, though, Steve was already standing before him in the doorway.

“Billy? Are you alright?” Steve mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes and running his hand through his hair. Billy wished he could’ve done that part for him.

“Yes, I-I mean, no… I don’t know, I just…” Billy was floundering. He made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a whine, and he wanted to strangle himself. Why couldn’t he just be normal around Steve? Why did he always have to go all stupid?

“Billy, hey, it’s okay,” Steve said, reaching out and putting a warm, gentle hand on his shoulder, “Just take your time.”

Billy swallowed thickly, and was rewarded with another round of tears gathering up in his eyes. He didn’t know what he was doing right now. Steve was too good for him, and yet Billy was prepared to make a complete ass out of himself in front of him anyway. But if that was going to be the end result anyway, why couldn’t he just say what was on his mind and get it over with? Why weren’t the words coming to him? Why couldn’t he figure out what to say?

“You don’t know what you put me through,” he was finally able to force out, his eyes wide as he tried to stop himself from looking away. He’d had to bottle these emotions up for far too long, and now that he was finally getting them out, he was going to do it right.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, his pretty brown eyes sparkling in the glow of the little hallway light.

“I mean that… that you’ve been driving me out of my mind for months and I don’t know if you’re doing it on purpose just to fuck with me or if you’re just clueless or what, but I need to know what it is, because I’m losing my mind over you and I don’t know how to deal with that,” Billy said, hating how small he felt next to Steve right now. He felt as if he were Jack and Steve were the giant at the top of the beanstalk.

“I don’t…” Steve shook his head a little, “I don’t understand.”

“Please don’t play dumb with me right now, Steve,” Billy was on the verge of begging on his knees, “Ever since last summer, we’ve technically kissed a total of five different times, and after each one, neither of us said anything about it. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and ever since what happened on Valentine’s day, I’m willing to bet you haven’t either. So please, for the sake of my sanity, if all of that meant nothing to you, just tell me and I’ll leave you alone and never bother you again. But if there was even a shred of truth to what I just said, please just tell me so that I can at least stop thinking about it so fucking much and just get some sleep.”

Neither of them said anything more for what felt like an eternity. Billy felt like he was about to explode, like he could crawl out of his skin, like he was being crushed under the weight of Steve’s pointed stare. He felt like a bug under a microscope, like he was being pinned into place to be studied by something bigger than him that he couldn’t even begin to understand. And Steve just continued to stare at him, like Billy had spoken to him in a foreign language and he was trying to figure out how to tell him he didn’t get it. Billy was terrified of what that look could possibly mean.

“I didn’t know…” Steve started, pausing for a moment to clear his throat, “I didn’t know that you felt that way about it. Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“What was I supposed to say, Steve?” Billy asked, hearing the quiver in his own voice, “Was I supposed to just blurt it out like it was nothing? Was I supposed to just casually mention that I think I’m in love with you, and that scares me more than anything else ever has?”

And that was when it happened. Steve didn’t even wait for the words to be fully out of Billy’s mouth before he lunged forward and kissed them off his lips, swallowing them away to dissolve in his stomach acid where they couldn’t affect them anymore. In that way, he was protecting Billy, and himself, from anything that could possibly make them unsure of themselves as they finally got what they’d wanted for so long.

Billy didn’t know if his stomach was turning from the fear that he was still feeling after just blurting out everything he’d wanted to say or if it was from the sugary sweetness that Steve was forcing into him with every second their lips stayed pressed together. He didn’t know if he liked the feeling or hated it, or if he ever wanted it to end. All he knew was that right here, right now, he was happy. He was with Steve, and he hadn’t been rejected, and he was happy.

The kiss didn’t last for nearly as long as Billy wished it would have, but when he looked into Steve’s eyes, he didn’t care. They were still sparkling, though this time it was with adoration rather than confusion.

"Sorry I drove you nuts for a few months," Steve smiled, biting at his bottom lip.

"As long as I get to have you now, I don't give a damn," Billy replied, brushing some hair out of Steve's face.

"Oh, baby, you've definitely got me for as long as you want me. As long as I get to have you, too," Steve said, tossing his arms around Billy's neck. 

"Honey, you're never gonna be able to get rid of me now," Billy replied, planting a kiss on Steve's nose.

"In that case, what do you say we go lay down and cuddle? I'm tired," Steve said, glancing back into his room. Billy nodded eagerly and let Steve lead him back into the room. After all, who was he to refuse an offer like that? 

[daddy-suguru]

omg I'm in love with levi 😩😩

so levi + an elevator (? idk if this is what you meant by location but if not then corruption kink?)

𝕔/𝕨…levi being a tease, you being a tease, levi groping you in the elevator quickly

Levi pushed you against the elevator wall. You had been teasing him halfway through the meeting by slipping away into the bathroom to take some lewd pictures. Which Levi had opened during the middle of almost causing him to lose his composure and get a boner in front of the board members.

Levi is mumbling between the kisses he places on your neck, "You're a damn tease, why do I even put up with you?" As he slips his fingers up your skirt, pushing your panties aside.

Gathering some of your wetness on his fingertip before sliding his finger up to your clit. Which he rubs, by now Levi knows what you like best. And he is using that against you as he plays with your clit. With his face buried in your neck as he fights the urge to bite now, since soon the elevator would ding and he couldn't have you walking out with a bite mark on your neck.

Instead as you squeeze your legs around his hand, Levi pulls away and smirks, as he says, "We are about to reach our floor. And you can be a good girl, and keep your pussy that wet for me for the next three hours. Then I'll fuck you up against the window of my office." Then the elevator dings and he steps out onto the third floor, where the two of you were about to sit through another meeting. Where you were going to stare at your handsome boyfriend while thinking of another way to tease him before those three hours are up to try to make him snap.

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[likeastarstar]

2:31 PM - Jimin

(A/N: part one of my ITS series! for the anon who requested cooking for jimin as OC's love language!)

There were few things in life you were certain of.

It's a grey world- nothing is absolute. Saying anything with total confidence was hard when everything was constantly evolving like it was. Even your own self- the version of yourself that you were two years ago was practically nonexistent at this point, you didn't dress the same or have the same interests and you didn't live in the same place. Everything was changing but there were a few things you were absolutely certain of.

Salt. Fat. Acid. Heat.

It was so simple- all you needed was salt, fat, acid, and heat. You weren't much of a cook up growing up, just enough to get by but then a book changed your life and suddenly, you were cooking all the time. Apple tarts, citrus salmon, cacio e pepe- you cooked just about everything under the sun. There was something meditative about being in the kitchen, a block of time set aside that was both productive and devoid of any uncertainties at all. It was just you and Samin Nosrat on a journey towards the perfect meal.

You moved past the cook book but the habit stuck with you- finding yourself in the kitchen more often than not.

It taught you a lot about yourself, taught you a lot about others too. It gave you the space to let your mind wander- it was in the middle of baking a set of sea salt caramel brownies that you realized you wanted to move to Seoul. It was on your way to buy groceries that you met Jimin. It was when Jimin got sick and you made him dakjuk that you realized you were in love with him.

You hummed to yourself, zipping around the kitchen you were still finding your way around. You and Jimin had planned this vacation months ago but it was still strange to find yourself in a luxury home planted in the middle of a forest, scenic views spanning the entirety of the house. Company staff had set the entire thing up, going above and beyond your initial hope for a tiny secluded cabin.

You had arrived separately from your boyfriend because of his work schedule, who was set to join you after finishing some last minute dance practice he had forgotten about. You explored the house, excited by the soft tones of white and cream that you'd call home for the next week. The only room you really cared about was the kitchen, which had conveniently been stuffed with state of the art cookware and appliances you had never heard of- perks of having an idol boyfriend.

"Baby, I'd give up anything to travel inside your mind," You sang softly, nodding your head along to the song playing through the speakers halfway across the room.

You chopped the carrot on the cutting board in front of you lengthwise and once more in smaller chunks, pouring them carefully into the pot of now boiling broth. You stirred the pot slowly, wondering what time Jimin would get here.

"I fall in love again come every summertime," You mumbled, checking the time. It was dark out now but you wanted to cook for Jimin, knowing your boyfriend well enough to know he probably forgot to eat lunch.

You were about to switch off the heat when you heard the door unlock and a kind of scraping noise, as if whoever walked in was sagging against the wall. Your eyes widened, scrambling towards the doorway, stopping when you saw Jimin leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, hand pushing at his lower back.

"What's wrong?" You asked cautiously, stepping towards him.

His eyes met yours and flashed surprise for a moment, "You're still awake." He said in a relieved sort of way.

He looked exhausted but smiled nonetheless, dressed casually as he always was. He shoved the duffle bag off of his shoulder onto the ground and slid out of his shoes, sighing before he used his hand to push off the wall and stand upright with a conscious effort.

"What's wrong?" You repeated, rushing forward.

You took his arm and guided him to the kitchen slowly, your other hand closing it's fist around the material of his shirt as if you were afraid he'd disintegrate if you let go. Jimin ignored your concern, looking around curiously, "This is nice, staff chose well," He nodded contently.

"Great kitchen- you've been cooking," He grinned, sitting down on a barstool at the kitchen island. He inhaled deeply with a happy smile on his face, eyes closing sleepily. You moved to get him a bowl but were stopped by his hand at your waist, pulling you between his legs and hugging you around your center. "You didn't have to cook, you know. It's late."

"I wanted to," You said softly, "Does your back hurt?"

"I'm just tired but I'll be sore tomorrow for sure." He mumbled, his voice dwindling into a muffled whisper as he kissed his way from the top of your shoulder to just below your ear, "It's vacation time, baby. Don't worry so much."

You shivered at the sultry tone of his voice so close to your ear, feeling a cool wave of air as he blew on your skin. He was tired, so obviously tired, but his eyes were completely focused on you as he guided your arms to hold him more securely around his neck. You smiled, moving your hands to his hair and slicking it back neatly. It had grown out so fast, his jet black locks practically needing an elastic to keep from falling into his face. He grinned back, eyes crinkling slightly in that way you were practically addicted to.

"Hi," He greeted redundantly, staring at your lips.

"Welcome home," You joked, gesturing around to the extremely foreign house before closing the gap between the two of you.

He tasted like dull mint, kissing you lazily and slowly. His hands pulled you into his lap easily and rested one on your hip while the other remained on your thigh. His kiss deepened and became more passionate, needier somehow. You didn't break away until you needed to breath, your heart racing fast.

"I'm sorry if I made you wait long," He said quietly.

"Don't be ridiculous," You dismissed easily, "I barely had time to finish cooking- let's eat and then I'll give you a massage."

You pushed yourself off his lap quickly, busing yourself with getting Jimin fed. You set a bowl of food steaming soup in front of him, reaching forward to push the banchan you had already laid out towards him, "Eat." You ordered.

Food fixed everything- you were sure that he'd feel better after food. You wanted to say that he should've joined you tomorrow, that he should've spent the night at your apartment back in Seoul instead of racing here after a full day of work. You wanted to tell him that you were sorry for making him stretch himself so thin- but you couldn't seem to find the words. Instead, you'd feed him.

Maybe he'd understand once he ate.

You turned to get him a bowl of rice, trying to remember if you salted the soup enough. Without you noticing, Jimin rose from his chair and crossed the room to where you were standing, pressing his chest into your back with his hands flattened against the countertop on either side of you.

"You forgot a bowl for yourself," He mumbled, kissing the top of your head briefly. "I'm glad I get to be here- to eat with you and sleep next to you. It seems like a dream, having uninterrupted time with you for an entire week. I thought about it all day, let's spend the week attached at the hip, yeah?"

You smiled, nodding silently. An uninterrupted week of Jimin- what a luxury. You traced your hand over his, over the ridges of his bones and thin skin stretched over veins- it was yours, all yours.

Jimin pulled away after a moment and ladled out a bowl identical to his, placing it down neatly across from his own setting. You let him tow you to the table and push you onto a barstool like you had done for him before digging in. He ate slowly, deliberately like he was savoring every bite. You liked watching him eat your food, admiring the care he took to understand every part of the meal you made for him.

"This is amazing, just what I needed." He sighed, "How do you always know just what I need?"

"Probably because I love you," You shrugged, spooning rice into your mouth.

He laughed and looked at you with a cheeky look on his face, scrunching his nose a little, "This is true. I love you, so much. So much, that I think I will cook for you tomorrow."

You grimaced dramatically, feigning reluctance to the idea, "If you love me, you'll spare me."

He gasped, shoving you to the side. You laughed as Jimin launched into a tyrant of justification for his cooking, watching in glee as his face lit up animatedly. You were right- a meal was all he needed, suddenly any notion of sleepiness was wiped clean from his face, eyes alert and zipping around quickly.

Salt. Fat. Acid. Heat.

He understood them all and he understood you. There were few things you were certain of, but you were certain about the way you felt for him.

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[bts-sierra]

Pretty Boy

Jimin x Reader [ft. Eunwoo]

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, alcohol consumption and swearing-ish.

Word Count: 6k

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A/N: This is the first part of my "Pretty Boy" mini series for Jimin. It's very detailed and elaborate because I wanted to try writing a piece from the perspective of the female gaze. There will probably be a lot more eventual smut and plot development going forth; this one was just setting the story. Nonetheless, I hope you guys read it and like it!

“I keep forgetting you’re a Comp Sci major. You know, I never would’ve guessed that when we met,” Tally says scooting into the empty seat beside you.

“Because I’m a girl?” You roll your eyes at her.

“Remember, you’re talking to a Mechanical Engineering student. That wouldn’t surprise me,” she retaliates.

“Actually, statistically speaking, Mechanical Engineering has a close balance between women and men in the field. Computer Science, not so much. You should see all my other classes, I’m basically one of the twelve girls in a class of over a hundred.”

“Ugh, of course you’d talk numbers. Was NOT the point, but hey, this class doesn’t seem so bad, does it?”

“Yeah, since a lot more mech and business students will be in it, ya know. Kinda how the math works. Jeez, how’d you pass all your classes so far?” you tease.

“Ah, yes. Love it when your best friend calls you dumb.”

The class falls silent as the professor makes his way up to the board.

“Computer Graphics & Design,” he writes.

You’d been looking forward to this course throughout your degree. It was the only one that combined your interests and your academic work in the slightest. You didn’t regret choosing a degree like Computer Science, but you’d known no other option your whole life. So, it always surprised people when they walked into your room expecting to find mechanical keyboards and spare hardware laying around a desk with 3 monitors running code from top to bottom and left to right, but instead, they found books, artwork, and crafty decor.

You’re unconsciously scribbling notes while Tally clicked away at her laptop keys. Another reason she’d initially suspected you were perhaps unsure about your major because God forbid a Comp Sci kid wasn’t glued to a screen with a keyboard.

Halfway through the class, the prof decides that the class wasn’t lively enough. “Come on, guys. This is only the first day, aren’t you all supposed to be excited and eager to learn?”

Clearly, he was forgetting that this was a senior capstone class and most of you were just wanting to graduate at this point. But, for a class that overlapped with two other degrees, you sure did expect it to be slightly more bumpin’. As bumpin’ as a graphics class could get, at least.

“Let’s actually set aside today’s agenda and why don’t we instead try to divide ourselves into groups to do an activity.”

The whole class whines collectively, which is fair enough considering the last time a prof was this involved and set up class activities was back in first year.

“I want you all to discuss yourselves. See what got you here and what you hope to do going forth. See if there’s someone else who follows a similar path as yours or if they’re on the opposite end of the spectrum. See if that pulls you closer to one another or pushes you further apart. Uncover the mystery of yourselves; humans are complex systems, just like computers,” the prof reasons.

There’s contemplation among the students, a lot of muttering and concentrated faces.

“And a lot of you forget why you started or forget that this isn’t the only path for you. This is one of your best chances at rediscovering or redirecting yourselves,” he concludes. And with that, the whole class scrambled to make groups.

You loved profs like this, truth be told. The ones that genuinely cared about you and your future.

You stir in your seat, trying to take in all the faces of the people seated around you. You hated to admit it but you weren’t as observant as you always claimed. In fact, you had the most tunnel vision a person could imagine sometimes; focusing on the most unnecessary things and letting the essential things slip through. So, you now force yourself to pay equal attention to the people, their features, the way they interacted and what they chose to focus on. Tunnel vision or not, you could read people fairly well.

Except, when your eyes come upon his. You loved reading people, but you hated being read by another. And just like that, you couldn’t quite focus on anything, eyes scanning an empty paper on your table like it had instructions printed on them. You’ve paid attention to boys before, but they were mostly just nice to look at when you got bored. They were never really distracting like the one seated behind you.

You fidget with your pen as you look back up at him hesitantly. This time I’ll be fine. He’s just another boy. Your eyes trace his jaw as you convince yourself and stop momentarily upon his full lips before bringing them to meet his gaze. They weren’t on you anymore, but you could swear that you felt his eyes burn holes through the back of your neck only a few moments ago. You’re distracted when he brings his arm up, flexing as his fingers racked through his hair. He had such dark eyes which matched his hair, but such dainty little features, you noticed. The prof’s words echo through your head; you didn’t need to know him to understand that he was a complex system, he just seemed like it.

You pry your eyes away from the delicate tendons on the back of his hand and finally bring them to meet his gaze. He was intently watching you studying him as he had previously, his intense gaze contrasts the slight curve of his mouth. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, spit providing to be his own personal lip gloss. His lips were the prettiest shade of pink, and you hated pink.

“Amusing,” you hear him whisper to himself. He presses his lips together in an attempt to control himself from grinning, forcing the lightest trace of a dimple along his right cheek. There was nothing you could read, but your eyes remained fixated on him, taking in every little feature and detail.

He pulls his chair closer, “I’m Jimin,” he states. Before you could respond, Tally whips around in her seat to face the both of you.

“Wait, I think I know you. Aren’t you dating Sierra?”

Contradictory to how you just felt a while ago, your eyes dart instantly trying to find his. And although his face is angled towards Tally, he watches your reaction as he replies.

“Why would that matter?”

You roll your eyes because of course a boy like him would respond to a question with another. Way to stay mysterious.

“Gosh, of course she’s dating one of you,” Tally confirms.

“But he didn’t really say anything,” you say out loud by mistake.

You turn to look between Tally and Jimin now that you’ve brought yourself into this conversation. Through the side, you see an accomplished grin plastered on his face, causing you to crumple the corner of the paper that was placed under your hand. How could a boy be this infuriating and intriguing all the same?

“Oh, I didn’t need him to agree or disagree. His reply told me everything I needed to know,” she glares at him as she speaks. “He’s exactly her type, the kind that doesn’t fully commit.”

“That’s not what it is. We just haven’t talked about ourselves exclusively. So, I wouldn’t know what to say or make of it either ways,” he says casually.

You could already see the way he made Tally’s blood boil and you knew fully well why. She’d spent way too many late nights staying up to help her friend through yet another breakdown because of a boy. You look away not knowing what to do with any of the information, tuning the two of them out as you start to doodle on the piece of crumpled paper.

A few minutes later you hear Jimin say, “It’s not my fault now is it? She chooses to take an interest in me.”

You face them, “This conversation is going nowhere. You both despise each other, and you make the other’s life unarguably harder, cool. Moving on- “

You’re cut off by Tally looking at you with great offence. “I make HIS life harder. How?” That was not the point but of course Tally got stuck up on that.

“What I meant was, I’m sure he expected to walk into his design class and not an interrogation room. Besides, I don’t really know what the full story is and neither do I want to uncover it now. So can we get back to our class activity?” you suggest.

“Fine, but I’m switching with someone else,” she says as she kicks her chair back. Sometimes you wondered how Tally wasn’t a drama major.

“So, what do you want to know?” Jimin follows up with you.

“Nothing, I think I’ve heard enough,” you lie. You hated how you itched to know more, more about him outside of the impression that Tally seems to have formed for the both of you.

“Right, if you insist,” is all he leaves it at. Besides. it wasn’t that you really cared much to begin with, but why then did you feel like that was a missed chance.

You continue to outline a sketch onto the same sheet of crumpled paper. This was going to become one of your favourite works, you can tell. You always could.

“Yeah, I’m in my final year of my MIS degree,” you overhear Jimin talking. From the corner of your eye, you see one of those pretty party girls flutter her eyes and lean into him as she speaks. He was clearly a magnet for certain types of girls, and he very much thrived off of it.

The girl continues to speak but you couldn’t care to listen, still hung up on the fact that Jimin’s not one of those entitled business students.

“Well, I started out as a Business major with a focus in Marketing but over time I took an interest in Tech companies through the stock market trends and that led me to switch to MIS, I guess,” he continues.

It’s almost like magic how you never seem to keep up with what the girl has to say but every time that he has a reply for her, you activate some sort of spidey sense unbeknownst to you.

You hear him laugh and goddamn is it the prettiest laugh you’ve heard. Can laughs even be considered pretty?You’re quite surprised she managed to crack him up, you on the other hand can’t figure for the life of you what his sense of humor remotely is.

“I get that a lot, but despite looking fit, I’m not very athletic. I like contemporary dance if anything.” His voice drops a couple of octaves as if he was hoping she wouldn’t catch on to the latter half and it seems to have worked since she dismisses it altogether. She places her hand on his arm as she pretends to show an interest in sports even though he’d just stated that his interests laid elsewhere.

You scoff inwardly, not because you have anything against the girl, but because you just couldn’t be bothered with them anymore.

You’ve covered half of the paper, the white underneath the ink hardly visible. You pause when a cute boy heads over to your desk, shoving everything under your text in a panic. Not that you thought anybody would get what it was in the first place, since it was mostly jargon to anybody that wasn’t you, but all the more because your perfectionist self couldn’t let anyone lay their eyes on your unfinished work.

You spend the rest of class talking to a couple more people and getting to know them on a much deeper level than you’d anticipated you would. But it was one way to start off the final year, making more friends that you had in the initial years of college.

The prof begins to conclude the class while everyone starts to move back to their original seats to pack their stuff. You’re surprised when the cute boy you’d previously spoken with, makes his way over. With his bag flung on one shoulder and a basketball in the other, Eunwoo looked like the stereotypical athlete. But he was the farthest thing from it, the same way you weren’t the typical nerd with glasses and your eyes plastered to a screen, executing codes. You hate that about the world; label. Everybody has to fit a certain description and act a certain way. On the contrary, it was what you liked most about people; that element of surprise. Not being who the world tells them to be but just who they want to be.

Eunwoo insists on walking with you to your next class. “It’s on the way to practise, why not?” And if you knew better, arguing was not going to do you any good, only further delay you.

You absentmindedly grab all your belongings from the desk and shove it into your bag. Some of them roll off the desk and you curse, reaching for them when Tally swats your hand. She urges you to go with the cute boy, promising that she would grab your stuff and hand it over back home.

——————

Eunwoo was the cutest junior, if you’ve ever seen one. You guys exchanged numbers and would grab coffee from the cafe on campus between classes. He made you feel comfortable despite the fact that he would try pushing his boundaries, but that was only because you would let him.

“I’m not looking for anything, it’s too late to start now,” you say sipping on your coffee as he holds the doors to the science building open.

“But how can you be so sure without having completely looked?” You can tell this is one of those times he’s indirectly trying to gage if he was going to have a challenge with you.

You hated false hope, so even though you would flirt back every so often, you liked to shut things down the moment it got any series than it needed to be.

“I have though. There really isn’t anybody for me. Besides what’s the point if I leave in a year anyhow? It’s not worth it.”

You see his face fall slightly at your reply, but you playfully nudge him and start to tease him instead, to distract him.

——————

“Some of the guys on the team are throwing a party after the game on Friday. Would you be able to make it?” Eunwoo asks as he dribbles the ball along the pavement on your guys’ way back home.

“Uh.. I haven’t been to parties in a while. I swore off them.”

“Come on now, don’t be a grandma. This is your final year, live a little.” He passes the ball to you, as if implying the ball was in your court to make a decision now.

Eunwoo wasn’t wrong in that you probably needed to relax a little bit more and enjoy your last months here.

“Fine, I’ll go. But only because you asked,” you say as you shove the ball back at him.

——————

You’re at the party, a little late and a little tipsy, scanning the room for Eunwoo. There are people bumping into you and alcohol spilling out of the red solo cups, reminding you why this wasn’t your vibe anymore. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you towards thi pong table. You’re tense up until the boy turns around, flashing you a smile. Eunwoo.

“Congratulations! You guys won the first game of the season,” you half smile and half scream.

“Only because you were there.”

Eunwoo definitely was the definition of perfect. Always had the perfect words ready for the perfect of times. You simply offer him a smile.

“Come on, I called the table and you’re my partner for the night.”

“We’ve got to beat them,” he bends to whisper in your ear as you arrange the cups.

He straightens back up and nods at your opponent to let them know you guys were ready.

“Are we really still playing by King’s Court?” the annoyance in your voice evident.

You feel Eunwoo’s cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, his fingers rubbing your skin lightly as if to soothe you. He was a lot more touchy than usual, probably an effect of the alcohol coursing through his system. You grab his arm, bringing yourself to your tip toes

“I’m only your best player here,” and you’ve never seen a man smile wider.

Caught up in the boy beside you, you hadn’t yet acknowledged that it was already your guys’ turn now. Eunwoo tilts his head towards the table, prompting you to shoot first. You wet the ball, a habit you’d formed for God knows what reason, before looking up to finally face your opponents.

Suddenly you weren’t so sure about the faith you held in your hand-eye coordination. Although Jimin’s across the table from you, you feel caged. He was by no means as tall and big as Eunwoo but somehow, he was the one taking up all your space and constricting you. It finally dawns on you why Eunwoo felt the need to win the game; it wasn’t really that as much as it was that he wanted to beat Jimin. You steady your breath, slowly blowing out through your mouth as your eyes fix themselves on his.

Eunwoo seems to be very enthusiastic about the game, pulling you further into him every time you guys get balls back or make an explosion. And you gladly allow yourself to be swayed by the boy beside you, rather than the one in front of you. Maybe this isn’t so bad. It’s almost like Jimin could read your mind and picked up the pace of the game, the girl beside him barely making any contribution. You could tell he was more focused now with the way his jaw clenched and the way he took a tad bit longer, rolling the ball between his fingers before he made his shot. And it sucks for you because all you can think of is how sharp his jaw is and how that contrasts his softer cheeks. The glint from the rings on his fingers cause you to wonder how pretty his hands contrast the accessories they displayed.

You slightly shake your head when you feel Eunwoo’s elbow nudge your shoulder. It was your turn. Crap. You brace yourself for the worst as you shift your focus to the cups. You ask Eunwoo to help steady you as you raise yourself, aiming to make the final shot. Eunwoo’s hands on your hips, let’s you know you can use him as support. You lean back slightly until your back rests against his chest as you angle your hand and shoot. The ball hits the rim and runs along it before falling to the table. The frustration you felt was clearly visible as you pressed your lips tighter together and your hands squeezed into itself, causing your nails to dig into your palm. You feel Eunwoo shift from behind you as you look up to him, mouthing the word “Sorry.” You look back to Jimin, fully expecting his face to have the biggest smile plastered, but there was no reaction. And that almost bothers you more than finding him enjoying your failure.

Eunwoo doesn’t seem too bothered by the shot either, instead he seems to be smiling to himself. That’s when it clicks for you, he doesn’t realize you missed the shot because of Jimin’s change in demeanour, but because you were distracted by his close proximity. And how you wished that was really the case.

It’s okay, it’s just the last cup, you tell yourself. You still have another chance before they call redemption. Except to your disbelief, the girl from class scored. For the first time the whole game and it only riled you up even more. Jimin finally let out a smile, his tongue prodding the insides of his cheek.

Just like that, the tables turned, and it was your guys’ redemption shot instead. Eunwoo made it in with ease and it took everything in you to hope and pray that you made this last shot. Jimin wasn’t going to break your resolve, not when you were this close to beating him. You move your line of sight from the last cup standing to his. You watch as he picks up his cup, holding it a little tighter than needed as he brings it to his lips, emptying the rest of its contents even before you’ve made your shot. It confuses you but you lean forward, making sure your elbow doesn’t go over the edge of the table, making your shot. The ball makes contact with the liquid in the cup, and you hear Eunwoo cheer beside you but your eyes remain fixed on Jimin’s. How was he sure you’d make that shot?

It was all up to Jimin now, taking their final redemption shot. This could potentially go on for long and you’re so close to convincing Eunwoo to leave the table with you. Jimin’s eyes never leave yours, he doesn’t even bother checking for the position of the cup before taking his shot. The ball hits the rim and bounces off the side and falls to the floor. You guys had beaten them, but why didn’t it quite feel that way? Did he let me win?

You didn’t have time to process much before Eunwoo sweeps you up for a hug. “Yeah, we did it,” you hear him state.

“Of course, we did. I told you, I’m only the best,” you smile.

You look back over to Jimin who’s making his way over to the other corner of the house where they’re playing some version of stack cups.

Another game later, Eunwoo leaves your side to go grab another drink for the next game. It just wasn’t as exciting anymore, so you tell him that you’d find him before heading out to the club. You decide to text Tally, trying to figure out where in the crowd she was.

“The second room on the right, by the washroom,” she replies.

You head over to that room, the door clicking shut behind you.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you say, confused as to why she’s in the room alone with Sierra.

Almost as if in response, Sierra looks up at you and that’s when you notice the trail of wet mascara along her cheeks. It must be Jimin.

“Sorry I’m holding her up in here, it’s just, he’s with another girl. At this party,” she blurts out.

Tally looks at you like this was just routine and part of their nights out.

“Who? Jimin?” you ask, hesitantly.

“Yeah, but I mean, I did tell him that I had to stop seeing him for my own good. It’s just I didn’t expect him to have another girl ready is all.”

Tally sighs. “This is how it is though. All the men we know suck, I can’t wait to graduate.”

“It didn’t really seem like they were together, though. She’s just choosing to stick to him,” you say almost in his defence. Or were you trying to convince yourself of that? Whatever the reason, you should’ve just shut up.

“Really?” you see her eyes light up slightly and Tally lightly swats your head in response, her eyes going wide in warning.

If you didn’t already hate yourself, you definitely do now.

“Maybe not, who knows with him. You were right to do what you did, you deserve better,” you say in an attempt to discredit your previous thought.

“Yeah, I guess. I should’ve brought another guy with me tonight,” she says as if that was the fix.

“No. No more boys,” Tally reminds her.

“Do you want me to get you guys anything?” you offer.

“Yeah, actually. Some water and bread,” Tally responds for the both of them. “We gotta sober up just a bit and then we’re good to head to the club.”

You nod at her, slowly getting off the bed and heading towards the kitchen. This house had the most random layout you realize as you struggle to find your way about. You weren’t even really drunk so this wasn’t even on you, definitely the architect’s fault.

You open the fridge, grabbing two slices of bread and filling up a large glass of water as you make your way back. Second room to the right.

You barge back in, kicking the door shut behind you, expecting to find your two friends but instead you find yourself alone in a room with Jimin.

“Wait, what? I could’ve sworn I just left this room 2 minutes ago,” you mumble.

“Yeah, they just left, and I needed the room to myself after for a moment.”

Couldn’t they have waited a whole two minutes? “Is it because of Sierra?”

You needed to learn to shut up sometimes. Maybe just apologize for disturbing him and go on to find your friends? Instead, you set the contents in your hands down and turn to face him.

“Not exactly.” He leans back, tilting his head upwards before continuing. “I just don’t understand why everybody looks at me like I’m the one always fucking up. I’m tired of seeing that look in their eyes.”

You stay silent for the next few seconds, not knowing what to say. “So that’s your story then, huh?” is all you manage to say.

He laughs as he pulls his hands down his face, like he could just wipe his frustration away. “Yeah, I guess. But I thought you didn’t care?”

He always has this tongue-tied effect on you. You never know what to say next, but you also find yourself on the brink of overflowing with countless words. You decide to completely ignore his question.

“Maybe it’s because you unconsciously put up this front and it makes others think you like being this way. Like playing with girls’ feelings is your favourite pastime,” you offer.

“Is that what you think?”

What’s with all his questions? You sigh because you know yourself and you know what’s about to come from you next.

“I think you have a way of making people around you feel like they matter more than they do. And that allows for people to take what they can and run with it, when in reality, there isn’t much else to it. Simply put, I think that causes you to be misunderstood,” you suggest.

You’ve only spent a week’s worth of classes overhearing whispers of his life, and here you go writing a whole essay for him.

“Have you ever felt that way before? Seemed like it comes from personal experience.”

You didn’t think he’d pick up on the little things you tried so hard to concede. You look at him, a little vulnerable and a little defensively but you’re slightly taken aback when he looks at you like he actually cares. It takes everything in you to dismiss the way he’s looking at you right now, as if your souls spoke the same language.

“Who doesn’t feel misunderstood in this world?” is all you choose to leave it at.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, I wish it was better.” He’s pushing himself off the bed, you notice his shirt is partially unbuttoned now. He makes his way over to you, and somehow you feel so much smaller in front of him than you did with Eunwoo.

It’s not his collarbones that glisten in the dimly lit room that has your mind in a haze, but the way you can tell that he aches to hold you. Like he wishes he could be there for you, and he doesn’t even know you yet. But that’s what he’s got wrong, he can’t keep you from getting hurt if he was going to be the cause of it himself. You can tell he was going to be your downfall, you always could.

He brings one hand to the door for balance while he leans into you, his lips just an inch away from yours. You’re not drunk yet you stand with your back to the door feeling intoxicated. He smelt like floral and citrus, reminding you of a picnic in a field. How could a boy like him also smell pretty?

You avoid his eyes at all costs, choosing to focus on the way his collarbones peaked out from underneath. Your body was overheating, you realize, when Jimin brings his other hand to your waist, slowly pushing you further back into the door. Your breath hitches in reaction as you aim to process what was happening. His hand drops lower, bunching up the material of your skirt to push it to the side.

“Fuck this, why do they even bother with slits?” he whispers.

“I don’t know, easy access?” you guess.

“I would argue stylistic choice but sure, if you insist.”

You look away in embarrassment, hoping he couldn’t see how red you turned. Yeah, you should probably stick to not giving him direct answers.

Although your bare leg was exposed to the cold air of the room, your skin was searing hot to the touch. You could especially tell because when Jimin places his warm hand on your thigh, he somehow felt cooler. You finally let out a breath you were holding when his fingers trace your skin, even his touches were soft and pretty. The metal around his fingers cools your skin at the places it glides across. He stops at your hip, grazing his thumb over and across the string of your underwear, and it only makes your body burn like ember for him.

He leans further in, his lips lightly brush yours, but he refrains from moving them. You look back up to him but you find his gaze settled on your lips, like he has longed to kiss you all this while. He finally moves closer, hoping to catch your lips in his but you immediately turn your face away from him. His lips find your jaw instead and unexpectedly, Jimin’s hand digs into your hip a little harsher. You squeeze your eyes shut in reaction while his lips start to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw. I should stop. Only a passing thought that was as you tilt your head when the bridge of his nose is nestled below your ear. His kisses become more like licks as his tongue sweeps your skin with each movement of his lips down your neck.

You let out a whimper when he brings to suck a little harder on your skin. Bad idea. His hand moves to your neck, fingers wrapping around your jaw. He tilts your head, forcing you to face him while applying light pressure to keep you from moving in any way he didn’t want you to. He pauses for a moment too long before leaning in to kiss you.

“I can’t… I-I shouldn’t,” you stutter.

“You can’t or you shouldn’t?” He pulls your hips towards his.

“I shouldn’t…” you attempt to repeat yourself.

“And why is that?”

“You’re drunk, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of that. Nor would I want to wake up remembering this moment only to realize you wouldn’t retain a single moment.”

How you managed to speak coherently is beyond you.

“You’re a different kind, aren’t you?” There’s a glint to his eyes when he speaks now. The Jimin you saw a few minutes ago, replaced.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not drunk, trust me. I can handle my liquor.” His voice is darker as if it would do you wrong to question his words.

“What about that girl from class?” You try throwing up an excuse hoping that something will stick. You’re sure that you can’t bring yourself to stop this, not here and not now.

“What about her?” he follows up.

“Listen, I really don’t want to get caught in the middle of that. It’s not really my thing.”

He scoffs. “So, you think I’m cheating?”

“I wouldn’t know if you are, but I don’t want to take the risk.”

His hands come down on your waist, holding you up against the door. Your legs wrap around his hips almost like reflex. You’re already wet and you know he can feel it, especially with your skirt out of the way. The only material remaining between the both of you is his pants. Couldn’t he have been wearing jeans at least? It was embarrassing, to say the least.

But the only thing that kept you going was how hard he felt underneath you. Rocking your hips back and forth, your wetness stains his pants, making it easier to feel more of him. He begins to slowly move his hips upwards in response, causing you to burry your face in his neck. You fling your arm around his shoulders, lightly grabbing at his hair. Your frantic grinding causes you to moan into his ears. At this, he holds you by your waist, pulling you into him as you unwrap your legs to support your body.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“It’s not really cheating if we’re clothed though, is it?” he teases.

“Jimin, no. We are not doing this.”

“I like how you speak for the both of us, but I was only teasing. Just because I get away with things doesn’t mean I lie to do so. You will come to see that I’m quite honest.”

“A simple ‘kidding’ would have sufficed-”

Without another moment wasted, Jimin’s lips find your collarbone, leaving a wet and sloppy trail of kisses as he starts to slip your straps off your shoulder. You hit the foot of the bed as Jimin leans into you, pushing the both of you on to it. Your back is flush with the bed. He places his thigh in between your legs, causing you to grab him by the shirt to pull him on to you, as you ached to feel him again. He’s now on top of you, and his thigh is right where you wanted it to be, placing the right amount of pressure for you to rub yourself on him, shamelessly. Your hands come up to unbutton his shirt while he leans in to kiss you. You feel his lips on yours and you indulge in it for only a moment before you move underneath him, bringing yourself to sit back up.

The sudden change in your actions causes Jimin to search your eyes. To study your body.

“Is it because of him?”

“Who?”

“That Eunwoo guy.”

Eunwoo was the farthest thing from your mind right now. But you couldn’t let him find that out.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s better if we didn’t,” you say breathlessly.

The softness on Jimin’s face fades as he pulls himself off the bed to fix his clothes. You mirror him, after which you attempt to grab your phone off the floor when you see a crumbled but folded sheet of paper. You reach for it just as he does, and you pull your hand away aiming to avoid any sort of contact.

“This, uh, this is actually yours from class that day,” he says as he holds out a paper filled with sketches and jargon.

“You’ve had this all week?” You look at him like this was life’s biggest betrayal. It’s not his fault for finding it but you can’t help but be a little annoyed with Tally for not being thorough enough.

“Sorta, I wasn’t sure if it was yours until I saw you replicating it in class yesterday,” he says.

“Did you look at it?”

“How else did you think I knew you were trying to replicate it, y/n?” He looks at you like you’re the dumbest smart person he’s known.

“You were the last person meant to see this,” you whisper subconsciously, grabbing it as you leave the room. The door falls shut behind you and you leave all the events of this night behind you.

Glancing at your phone screen, you read 4 missed calls and 9 texts. All from Tally and Eunwoo trying to figure out where you were.

You unlock it, typing: “Not feeling too good, I’ll see you guys later. Have fun for me.” You head back to your apartment, a little cold and a little confused.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Feel It

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One 

This One Too

A/N: Hehe...size and pain(I got a lil carried away with this one teehee) kink and daddy!harry😌prepare to be h worddd!! It’s a tiny bit cute too, but in a hot way for sure...the best way I can really describe this one is by saying that it’s filthy. Enjoy🙃

You wanted to feel it; like really feel it. You wanted to feel all of Harry’s cock pushing all the way up into your stomach over and over again as he fucked into you. Whenever you had him in your hand or in your mouth, your mind always drifted to how good he’d fill you between your legs. The way you stuffed your mouth and throat with his massive cock was the way you wanted him to stuff your cunt. It’s just that he was so big, almost too big if you had to be completely honest. You were barely able to completely wrap your hand around his shaft. Not to mention the fact that he was beyond blessed when it came to his length. You could confidently bet a good amount of money that when you saw him for the first time, your jaw dropped to the ground and your eyes fell out of their sockets from how big he was. But even though this is the case, even though Harry has an intimidating monster in his pants, you are still very determined to take all of him inside. 

You weren’t completely sure if you had an underlying pain kink that you were beginning to uncover, but you were completely obsessed with the idea of Harry stretching you out. Like whenever you thought about the sting that came from Harry stretching your walls to accommodate his cock, a warmth would flood your body and you’d feel a tingling sensation forming between your legs. But if you were to sit down and really think about it, you having a pain kink wouldn’t be that much of a revelation. You were constantly daydreaming and actual dreaming about Harry not showing you any mercy and just ramming all of his big cock deep inside of you while you cried about how big he was and how hard he was going. You were constantly looking for him to choke you too. You could care less about whether or not it was a hand tightly wrapped around your throat or him forcing his cock down your throat causing you to claw at his thighs and gag until he finally pulls you up by your hair to let you get a couple breaths before forcing you back down to take him again, all you cared about was him taking that type of control over you and making you struggle a bit. You were also obsessed with Harry spanking you. You couldn’t get enough of him taking you over his knee when you were being bratty, you loved it when he delivered little slaps to your inner thighs to keep them open when he had his head between them, and you also loved it when he delivered those slaps to your cheeks. They weren’t too hard but they were hard enough to leave behind a bit of a sting. 

And to make it fully sink in that did in fact have a pain kink, you were also in love with Harry degrading you a bit. Now you weren’t completely sure on whether this fell into the “pain kink” category, but you decided to put it there anyways. See, you only let Harry go but so far with it because even though you were dying for Harry to really give it to you and practically give your insides a beating, you were still soft and sensitive on the inside. So to get the best of both worlds so to speak, Harry sat you on his lap and the two of you came up with a list of names that Harry could call you. And from that point on, the the names on that list were on constant rotation. He’d always use them patronizingly you whenever you were crying about how full you felt (even though he was only a little over half way inside), when you were begging him to let you cum, and when you were begging for his cock. He’d be so smug and condescending with it all on top of doing everything else you absolutely loved! Whenever the two of you went at it in any capacity, you were always on the verge of exploding. 

So to simply say that you had a pain kink would be an absolute understatement. But going back to wanting to “feel it”, you were going to have and feel all of Harry’s cock inside of your cunt no matter what. Even if it meant being a little bratty to do it. 

After almost two hours of lying in bed with Harry watching a movie on Netflix that ended up being a bit of a let down, you were bored. And the only thing you could think of that would quench your thirst for excitement and fun was sex. Luckily for you though, Harry was always on board for some impromptu and hot sex. So that’s what the two of you decided to spend the rest of the night doing. It all started with a simple make-out with the two of you practically dry humping each other in bed through whatever clothes you had on. This little make-out session of yours was filled with a lot of laughs (together, the two of you were too playful for your own good),  a lot of touching (obviously), and a lot of tongue (obviously again). Now while this make-out did last a hot minuet, it did escalate to something spicer pretty quick. Before long and after a lot of dry humping and a countless amount of sloppy tongue filled kisses, you and Harry moved into the second stage of your night in bed together. This stage included the both of you completely naked, Harry lying on the bed, and you lying on top of him with your body going in the opposite direction, giving the both of you access to the area between each other’s legs. This was definitely one of you guys’ favorite positions. You got to have your mouth on Harry while being pleasured with his and Harry got to have his mouth on you while you pleasured him with yours. It was a win win situation through and through and the two of you absolutely loved it. Harry had his arms wrapped tightly around you right at the swell of your backside to keep you in place as he skillfully licked into you. His face was nestled between your thighs as he continuously devoured your pussy. And while he did this, your mouth never left his cock. Aside from catching your breath after you took all of him into your mouth and throat, your mouth was always on him. You suckled the thick head of his cock, you licked up and tugged at his shaft,  and you bobbed your head up and down on him. Harry even helped you out a little at times and either unwrapped one of his arms from around you to bring his hand down to the back of your head so that he could force his cock down your throat or closed his thighs around your head when you see-throated him so that you’d be forced to keep his cock in your throat for a little longer. You also rolled his warm and pretty heavy balls around in your hand as you mouthed at his cock. And during this entire time, the both of you could feel the vibrations from your moans resonating throughout our bodies which only caused you two to moan even more and fall right over the edge and into your first releases of the night, letting go right in each others mouths. 

And once you and Harry fully regain the feeling in your bodies after the seismic releases you two had, it was time for the third and final (and funnest) stage of your night together. After giving one another the green light  that you both were ready for the next round, you roll yourself from on top of him and you move to straddle his lap, placing yourself right on top of his cock to which Harry is quick to flip you both over so that he’s on top and in control. As soon as he’s on top of you, Harry smears his lips against yours for a messy kiss as he slightly ruts his cock against your leg, and as one of his hands begin to travel down your body. You felt his hand squeezing at one of your breasts and pinching your hardened nipple before traveling further down your body. Before he brings his hand between your legs, he flattens his palm against your lower stomach and applies a bit of pressure there, causing you to let out a muffled yelp and causing Harry to let out a muffled chuckle from how sensitive your still were. After applying a bit more pressure to your lower stomach and ticking you a bit while you squirm helplessly below him, Harry finally brings his hand down to where you wanted him the most. As soon as his hand slides down your cunt and just cups you, your body goes limp against the bed and you relax into his touch, still lazily moving your mouth against his. 

“Ready for m’cock baby?” He mumbles against your mouth, giving your pussy a couple of light slaps.

“So ready!” You whine against him, rutting your hips up a little against his hand.

“Good girl.” He chuckles, giving a final tap to your still buzzing clit, before moving his hand from your cunt to his cock to line himself up with your entrance. Controlling his cock with his hand, he does a once over of your pussy, dragging himself up between your folds and to your clit, and back down to your entrance. He then begins to slowly sink into your plush and tender walls. As he does, your hands go straight to his biceps where you dig your nails into his skin.

“Oh my g- so big!” You pant, as he pushes halfway into you. Just taking half of him gave you the sting you loved so much, and made you feel so good and incredibly full. But you wanted more. You just knew that you’d feel even fuller and better if you had all of him inside of you at once. Plus you knew for a fact that Harry would definitely enjoy having his entire cock engulfed by your pussy. All you had to do was convince him to go deeper. 

Once the both of you calm down a bit, Harry begins thrusting into you, delivering shallow yet powerful thrusts into your cunt as the two of you moan loudly into each others mouths. As he continues to thrust into you though, your thoughts were stuck on him going deeper into you and filling you to the brim. You no longer wanted it, you were now in need of and desperate for it. 

“Deeper, Harry, I want your cock in all the way inside me.” You whine through your moans, slightly pulling away from his mouth in the process. 

"Baby I don't want to hurt you..." He whispers back to you, afterwards reconnecting his lips with yours. Now you would’ve melted into his embrace and continued on enjoying the pleasure he was giving you with his cock; if you hadn’t heard this same exact line all of the other times you’d asked him to go deeper. You loved that he didn’t want to hurt you in this way and you were so lucky to have a caring boyfriend like Harry. But you were a bit over being treated like glass in this aspect, you wanted it rough and deep. This is the time where you had to get a little bratty in order to get what you wanted. And the one thing that would definitely do the trick of flipping the soft and sweet side of Harry off, is his narcissistic side. Especially when you were the one poking and prodding at him and his abilities in the bedroom that he never fell short of defending. So as he continues on thrusting into you, you bring both of your hands up to cup his cheeks before pushing his mouth from yours and locking your eyes with his. When you do this, Harry’s thrusts come to a halt and his full attention is on you as you say the one sentence that changes the atmosphere around you both.

"Yeah? How are you gonna hurt me when I can't even feel your cock in me?" You ask, even though you were shaking with each of his thrusts before.  When you say this, you can see Harry’s eyes darken a bit as he takes in what you just said to him. From the outside looking in, there’s an obvious appearance of Harry having all of the power. But in actuality, you had a bit of power yourself. You were able to perfectly piss him off to the point where he could care less about whether or not  he went too deep inside of you. Which was exactly what you wanted. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, baby?” He asks, picking back up with his thrusts and picking up the speed, you can feel his cock beginning to push in deeper than he’d ever been.

“More…please, right there!” You’re a whining mess under his skillful strokes, continuing to push deeper into you.

“Oh, can you feel me now, baby?” He asks condescendingly, playing into the little game you tried with him. 

“Mhm” You hum pitifully. 

“You sure about that?” He asks. “Gotta get it all the way in my baby, gotta feel it in there.” He pants, pressing down into your stomach while you go back to clawing at his biceps as your mouth just hangs open. Neither of you could believe how deep inside of you he was. You could feel him nudging at the put of your stomach with each and every thrust. Harry on the other hand could not only feel what it was like to be nudging at the deepest part of you, but he could also feel where he was inside of you. With every thrust, Harry could feel his cock nudge at his hand that was on your lower stomach. The both of you were losing your minds from this. “That’s it, only the best cock for my baby.” He’s grunts, continuing to deliver the deepest thrusts he’s ever given you.

“Harder Daddy.” You manage through a whisper. You may have been losing your mind a tiny bit more than Harry. But you were asking for something, making your wishes known. Which meant that Harry had to oblige. 

And that’s certainly what he did. 

From that moment on, Harry had one goal: fuck you, mainly your pussy, sore. And Harry went above and beyond in accomplishing this goal. He was consistent with having a tight grip on your throat as he pounded down into you. He roughly flipped and pushed you into so many positions that your body would definitely be sore in the morning. And most importantly, he mercilessly pounded into you. All you could do was scream from how good it felt to be fully manhandled by him. Your pain kink was definitely being fulfilled. It became so much for you that you were screaming for him to stop. But Harry just ignored all of those cries and kept on fucking you however he wanted. See, the two of you had a little thing going where stop didn’t actually mean stop. The safe word you and Harry came up with meant stop and unless it’s used by either one of you, there would be no stopping whatsoever. And of course, you and Harry had a serious conversation beforehand that solidified you guys’ limits and what was best for the both of you so that this added layer to your sex life could be fully explored and enjoyed. Harry was definitely enjoying it this time. 

“Aww, does it hurt my little slut? Am I too big and for you?” He coos patronizingly after flipping you over so that you’re lying on your back below him again, never once letting up on his rough and deep thrusts.

“Yes daddy!” You cry as little tears streaming down your face from how intense everything was for you. Your legs were quivering as he relentlessly and deliciously pounded into you over and over again. Even though you were beginning to feel a dull throbbing sensation between your legs, the pleasure Harry was giving you was through the roof and you were soaking all of it up. 

“Well that's not my problem now, is it? Just wait until I shove my cock into that cute little ass of yours.” He chuckles cynically as he begins to feel the rumblings of his release forming in the pit of his stomach. As he continued on thrusting, the rumbles got louder and louder, causing his thrusts to become staggered. But to keep going and giving it all to you, Harry began to grind into you, keeping his sore hips tight against you so that his cock would be fully lodged between your walls. You were already extremely close to the edge, but what pushed you right to and almost over was the feeling of the curly hairs surrounding his cock rubbing up against your now beyond buzzing clit as he grinded himself against you. The feeling only made you try to tighten your legs up but Harry was quick to stop you in his tracks. “Keep those legs doll, I'm not done with you just yet.”

“M’gonna cum!” You pathetically whimper out to him, realizing that you weren’t going to be able to hold it in. 

“You're taking me whole and you still manage to look all pretty for me.” He praises, taking in your completely fucked out face qne body, your tearstained cheeks, your just about limp body, and your cute little cries. Now he really wasn’t going to be able to last any longer. “Just let daddy do all the work for his dumb little pup. Daddy’s gonna make his favorite little set of holes cum.” He reassures before wrapping a hand around your throat and going back to delivering power filled blows into you one by one, catapulting you both right off the edge together and into your releases. Not to his surprise, as he floods your stomach and walls with his thick cum, you squirt heavily all over him, getting Harry even more wet with your juices. 

Once you two were all done cumming and squirting, Harry pulls his cock out of your used pussy. Before falling back onto the bed next to you, Harry leans down and gathers some of his saliva in his mouth before spitting it down into yours. He does this a couple more times, each time lauging a bit from your eagerness for more. He then releases your throat and gives your cheeks a couple of small slaps before falling onto the bed next to you. 

“That was fun.” Harry hums happily beside you, relaxing in the fact that this was just the beginning. 

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What happens when a human has to travel around on a ship full of Impostors? Probably shenanigans. And drama. And hot sexy times.

Anyway, this is the main 'crew' in Breach, a story I've been slowly plodding away at for a few months now. The human on board isn't actually properly introduced to the entirety of the crew until halfway through the story, and a majority of said crew is mostly only talked about before that point, but I wanted to pin their designs down, so...here they are, I guess!

Character and story details under the cut, if you're interested~

The actual main and secondary characters are in the middle, so even though the narrative doesn't actually refer to anyone other than Red by color (since the story is only tangentially Among Us-related), I'll be listing them that way first. Aside from the main human, all names are assumed identities, as Impostors don't actually have names, or even words for anything due to the way they communicate with each other (even the term 'Impostor' is an in-universe Among Us joke gone horridly wrong). Their pronouns are also mostly suggestion, rather than any legitimate preference, as they have almost zero concept of gender.

Mains:

Blue, Qīng Summers (he/him) - Chinese-American goofball who ran away from his family to avoid being pushed into their marketing business, Qīng was on his way to a colony college on Titan when the research vessel he hitched a ride on was attacked. Having unwittingly gotten the attention of the alien infiltrator on board by admitting he thought Impostors were "kinda hot", rather than being killed, Qīng was instead dragged onto the infiltrator's ship in secret for some "fun", only to kick his captor in the dick(?) and make a break for it. Though he evaded most of the crew's notice during the ensuing chase, he was soon caught by the lead security officer, brought somewhere safe after some awkward dealings with the ship's captain, and quickly assured he would be returned to human society. As said security officer is incredibly kind, considerate, and attractive as fuck, Qīng is as of yet unsure if he wants to return at all. He is optimistic, a hopeless romantic, and wears his emotions on his sleeve; he often comes across as silly, and doesn't handle problems well. He enjoys parkour and dancercise, collects sci-fi B-movies, and has a deep fascination for all things alien - Impostors in particular, because he's a fukken xenophile.

Red, Jasper "Red" O'Floinn (he/him) - Lead security officer on the ship, Red was initially slated to become an infiltrator, with his scores outstripping the vast majority of his peers. However, he was caught in the middle of a secret drunken affair with a human, something seen as incredibly shameful for his species, and was rendered ineligible for field work just before assignment. He was only able to get his current position (years later) with help from his childhood friend, and while he still goes out in secret to illicit xenophilia clubs, he fully expected to never get involved with humans beyond the occasional one-night stand. Finding Qīng on board, and having to protect him both from the infiltrator who abducted him and the malevolent captain who would happily torture him to death, changes that very quickly. Red is as of yet unsure if this is a good thing, as while he would love to be in a proper relationship with a human, it would put him in a terribly compromising position, given that his species is currently at war over humanity's encroachment into their territory. Red is very practical and calm, and keeps his opinions and emotions mostly to himself; he is well-known for his ability to settle conflicts between others, and strives for fairness and compassion above all else. He enjoys farming and landscaping, often drawing out plans for his home territory in great detail, and finds Earth history to be fascinating.

Secondaries:

White, Daniel "Ghost" Fulton (he/him) - Front line infiltrator of the ship, and the reason Qīng is on board, Ghost is (usually) the best of the best at what he does: blending in with human research and military crews, and then quickly slaughtering them all before they can reach Impostor territory. Unfortunately, he is very much ruled by his passions, and has some xenophilic leanings he's been repressing all his life, so not only do his kills tend to be vicious, but hearing Qīng express an attraction for Impostors gave him some very stupid and awful ideas, which were not helped by the fact that Ghost is less than great at taking 'no' for an answer. Case in point: Ghost would be willing to sleep with just about any human, but especially Qīng, and has slept with nearly every single member of his crew, outside of Red (who has zero interest in other Impostors), the captain (who wants something deeper than mere casual flings), and Red's childhood friend (who has actual standards, thank you very much). Ghost is generally laid-back, and incredibly confident; he is widely seen as a flirt and a jokester, and has unshakable loyalty towards those he cares for. He enjoys fashion, often designing his own clothes, and is equal parts enamored with and derisive of the paranormal; his own nickname is a tongue in cheek reference to that conflicted interest.

Yellow, Marisol Quinto (she/her) - Communications expert and Red's childhood friend, Marisol is the only reason Red managed to get a job on an infiltrator ship at all, and has spent much of her life building her skills, career, and social network. Initially, she wanted to use her keen understanding of human language, cyphers, and coding from within her home territory, with the expectation that by the time she and Red were assigned together, they would already be in the process of starting a family like they promised each other years prior. Unfortunately, Red being caught with a human sort of dashed that expectation, and with a hormonal disorder that leaves her less than appealing to other Impostors - and thus unlikely to have a family - Marisol decided to instead accept a ship-bound position. Concern and care for Red brought her to eventually assist him in getting more respectable work, and though she is still bitter about being blindsided by his xenophilia, she won't out his ongoing indiscretions to their crew. She hopes he'll change his mind about her, and can't help being suspicious of whatever is going on between her best friend and the weird human that Ghost smuggled on board, but she tries her best to stay positive and focus on doing what she loves. Marisol is social to the extreme, and a mother hen to everyone on the ship; she is the go-to person to spill woes to, though she guards her own secrets jealously, and tends to shut down when she feels lonely. She enjoys cute things, especially clothing, and loves gardening, with sunflowers being her obvious favorite.

Purple, Shio Musashi (they/them) - The First Infiltrator, and now prime captain of the infiltration fleet, thanks in part to a great tragedy that befell their clan, Shio has cultivated a great hatred towards humanity throughout the course of their life. This hatred has swelled to the point of them refusing any field assignment that would require consistent interaction with humans, and intentionally forgetting just about everything they were forced to learn about Earth and its people. Shio enjoys watching humans suffer, and upon being informed of Qīng - the first breach on a ship under their command (supposedly), and a breach that only Ghost, Red, and Marisol were aware of so far - they chose not to eject him, refusing to allow Qīng such a quick death. Mistakenly believing that Red hates humans as well, especially since his secret attraction had long since ruined any chance of him becoming an infiltrator, Shio offered him a deal: that in exchange for Red's silence on the breach, leaving the crew none the wiser, Red would be allowed to keep Qīng in private for "stress relief". Shio is as yet unaware that Red only accepted the deal to protect Qīng (with the added intent of getting him home safely), and thus they later allow Qīng among the crew proper in order to better witness his "suffering". Shio is, in a word, intense - to other Impostors, they are stern but fair, and viciously protective of those they're close with. To humans, they are callous and ruthless, going out of their way to ensure pain and suffering. Shio's career takes up the majority of their time, with their family-oriented priorities taking up the rest, but they enjoy making games of things, and thus have a penchant for making (perhaps ill-advised) deals for fun and occasionally profit. They especially like games and deals that lead to human misery, which plays a very large part in their affection for Ghost, who openly goes along with their whims.

Tertiaries (left side):

Orange, Cam Ngo (she/her) - Inventory manager and general spitfire, Cam knows barely anything about humans other than that she Does Not Like Them - humans have hurt a lot of people she cares about. Mostly no-nonsense, which puts her somewhat at odds with the more playful crew members on board (chiefly Ghost), and a bit of a bully to whoever she doesn't like (chiefly humans), though she has a secret heart of gold that only those who earn her approval get to see.

Green, Verdell Dubois (they/them) - Persistence infiltrator and the second most social butterfly on the entire ship next to Marisol, Verdell is all about learning everything they can about everyone around them. They don't necessarily care if what they learn is accurate, either, because they also thrive on drama; something they often drive Cam up the wall with. While they're not as efficient of an infiltrator as Ghost, Verdell is better at actually gaining the trust of their targets long-term, as they are quite adept at reading a room. They are also not vicious about their kills, as they have no personal beef with humans - although the one they love was badly wronged by rogue human soldiers, Verdell isn't the type to blame an entire group for the actions of a few rotten individuals.

Black, Daruk Varma (he/him) - Security officer, and Number One Human-Hater on board, Daruk takes his job very seriously, which means any human in his sights has to die posthaste. His entire clan and territory was destroyed by rogue human soldiers shortly before his career assignment, leading Shio to snatch him up for their crew in solidarity, and the two have been fast friends ever since. Qīng's presence on board the ship is a source of great fury for Daruk, as various things keep preventing him from killing the "threat" - said things range from Qīng's incredible running ability, to Ghost playing one of his stupid pranks right in the middle of the damn hallway, to Daruk's very own superior officer, Red, who is absolutely fucking Qīng on the down-low, Daruk has zero doubts about it. Putting that aside, he and Verdell bicker constantly thanks to an ongoing rivalry, the source of which Daruk cannot determine for the life of him, as he actually quite likes Verdell and would much rather kiss them instead.

(Verdell and Daruk get marginally longer bits than the other tertiaries, as they have more impact on certain story beats than the others.)

Tertiaries (right side):

Brown, Alondra Novar (she/her) - Chief engineer, Alondra is shy and reclusive, but cheery and sweet once someone gets her talking. Outside of her two usual tagalongs, of which she is the unspoken leader, Ghost is the most adept at getting her out of her shell, as she finds his confidence bolstering for her. She is very outspoken about the family she wants to have, though she is an oddity in that she explicitly wants a willing human host for her young. This is odd because carrying Impostor young to term is, without exception, fatal to the host, and absolutely no human would want to do it outside of being completely suicidal.

Navy, Derya Lagunov (she/her) - Backup infiltrator and very much the strong, silent type, Derya is not so much shy as she is a supportive listener. She finds talking to be a hassle, and doesn't like the feel of it, anyway, so much of her communication is either through contact (the means Impostors use to 'speak' to each other), or a mix of sign language and written word (when she has to deal with humans). Though she is not shy, and likes social interaction just fine, Derya takes a very long time to open up to others, as she is an intensely private individual.

Teal, Tawoos Hafeez (they/them) - Security officer and self-appointed wingman/bodyguard, Tawoos revels in the safety and happiness of others. This has earned them a very close friendship (sometimes with benefits) between Alondra and Derya, and a consistent stream of invitations to literally anywhere Ghost or Verdell can scheme up at a moment's notice. As their general temperament is similar, Tawoos gets along well with Red, and has great respect for his ability to resolve conflict.

(Yeah, I know Navy isn't a canon color, and Teal isn't either and could just as easily be Cyan, but whatever, don't at me, bro.)

Extra fun tidbits before I go sleep:

Humans are accidentally but also kind of on purpose colonizers again (whoops)

Technology is powered by god magic so I don't have to explain too much sciencey shit

"God" is a very tired college student who rapidly ascended over the course of one semester and "fixed" a bunch of shitty Earth things three centuries before the story starts, but also they're still technically...around? Everywhere??? It's a whole thing and yet also barely mentioned at all XD

There are other aliens but they only get brought up just long enough to make it clear that Impostors are chill with every other species except Humans, Specifically

Earth is called Terra now, and pretty much everyone hates it, but all the people in charge thought the change would be "unifying" so now it's Official

Turns out the only thing unifying about Terra is the vast majority of humans thinking it's stupid and getting offended when anyone calls them "Terrans"

When infiltrations first started and weren't yet deadly (or even dangerous), humans made a bunch of dumb jokes and pop culture references about it, which of course included Among Us

The jokes stopped being funny when whole crews started mysteriously dying out and the only message humanity got from the culprits more or less boiled down to 'fuck it, we guess we're Impostors, then :)'

Human civilians are almost never harmed, and even Impostors who don't like humans will try to help them get back to their own kind; human researchers and soldiers, however, are a whole other ballpark (i.e. totes fair game for Murder Time)

Humans still have not made any meaningful contact with the Impostors - only the xenophiles have managed it, and they ain't talkin', cuz if they talk they lose out on all that sweet, sweet alien D and tentacles

Xenophilia fetish clubs are called host clubs, because anyone not in the know - Impostor OR human - would get two wildly separate ideas about what a "host club" should be and thus think nothing of it

Red was never actually referred to as "Red" until Qīng came along, and Qīng initially called him that for lack of anything else to call the Big Security Dude With Red Bandana + Tentacles; it pretty quickly sticks because Red doesn't care and Qīng thinks it's cute

There are other Impostors on Shio's crew, of course, since ten people does not a crew make, but these ten are the only ones important to the plot, lol

The crew normally wear safety suits, all in white, like typical human crews; there are some customization choices made for the sake of aesthetics, of course (Red has a red bandana, Marisol has a sunflower brooch, Ghost has Slimer stickers in inappropriate places, and so on...)

Impostors are a tribal society from deep inside Charon but because of magic they are also technically spacefaring; they are everywhere in the Oort Cloud

Aaaand an Impostor's form is determined at birth by their host and some hosts are Basically Dragons :)

Sleep time now