boxers and socks

  • Tim: *At the Batcomputer waiting for results, dipping Oreos in his coffee and wearing nothing but boxers, knee high socks, and a SuperBoy shirt. His hair is in the messiest low pony and his nails are still painted black from the last time Cassandra did them while he was sleeping*
  • Damian, looking at him with disgust: Drake is a disgrace to this family.
  • Jason, sighing dreamily: I know
i know.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

(steve harrington x reader)

request: Drink me for Steve prompt (Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about characters drinking, alone or with each other.)

summary: steve is a cute drunk, and thinks mark hamill is hot as hell.

word count: 1,824

a/n: i’m tired and a lil tipsy but i like it (it being the fic)


“Okay, so we take a drink every time that someone uses the Force. Or mentions the Force! Or a lightsaber!”

“Dude, no. I don’t want to get alcohol poisoning.”

“Then we’ll drink every time Mark Hamill looks hot as hell.”

“Once again, I don’t want to get alcohol poisoning. How much have you had to drink?”

“A lot. Like, not a lot a lot, but a decent amount.”

You stared at Steve, whose head was lolling back against the couch as he grinned up at you. He had this dopey look on his face as his fingers held the beer can tight in his grasp.

“What if you drink and I stay sober so that way you don’t die?”

“But how will I know when you find Mark Hamill hot as hell?”

“I always find him hot as hell, Steve. It’s a given.”

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“Two Cents” HCs?!

OK SO Y’ALL….

I’ve never listed HCs before buttttt uhhhhhhh–

- im so deeply invested in these assholes (pennywise from 1990 and Pennywise from 2017) that I thought of a few silly headcanons for em :,)

So…

Here we go, lmao.

  • The new Pennywise would call the old Pennywise “old man” or “old fart” and constantly poke fun at his age because he’s…. probably a r00d fuck.
  • Old Pennywise is probably the most reasonable asshole in the relationship, and is perpetually annoyed / grumpy.
  • Old Pennywise calling new Pennywise “Penny” (because fucking god what’s not cute about calling that dopey-faced idiot “Penny”).
  • New Pennywise is kind of just absent minded/ really dumb and oblivious.
  • Old pennywise constantly walking around in a tank top, boxers, and socks with sandals (basically a trash can on legs).
  • UHM that 7 inch height difference tho?? Old Pennywise gets all pissed about it all the time (he’s the short, ass-nugget of the relationship).  
  • New Pennywise just constantly being a shit and annoying the hell out of old Pennywise.
  • New Pennywise: “Who’s my frowny clowny?” Old Pennywise: “God I wish that weren’t me-…”
  • Old Pennywise constantly denies his feelings… but we all know this bitch would die if he were alone for 0.5 seconds.  
  • I repeat- oblivious, dumbass- new Pennywise.
  • New Pennywise is such a drama queen and will cry over losing his new Naked Pallet (or anything in general… tbh).
  • Old Pennywise- Bad dad jokes sense of humor (new Pennywise thinks its so fucking adorable and cheesy).
  • New Pennywise probably binge watches make up tutorials, but the “contouring with a knife” kind of tutorials.
  • Cheesy ass romance with flowers and picnics- please.
  • “Are we still gay if we’re inter-dimensional monsters who feed on children / fear?”
  • They’d probably try and kill the Losers Club kids together as a team (they would still fucking loose, tho).
  • BONUS: The Loser Club would probably make fun of their dumb asses- like catching them holding hands and yell “EWWWW”. This would kill the clowns.

I have so much more for these two, but i stg if I type anymore- my fingers will break, or ill just straight up die of embarassment….

((Will probably add more to this in future posts :’’000 ))

Poker Face?

Reggie x Reader 

Warnings: SMUTTY like no joke, if you don’t like sexy time, don’t read!!!

Requested: Can you write a Reggie x reader where they’re dating and they  play strip poker (smut)

A/N: I’ve never played poker before, so I don’t really know how the game works I’ve read about it online to get the jist of it so I’m pretty much just guessing. 

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Friday Nights alone with Reggie Mantle were often the highlights of my week. It was always after the game that he would take me back to my place for a movie night, or something along those lines. My parents work night shifts so they don’t mind Reggie coming over to keep me company. 

Tonight was no different, we were celebrating a big win for the end of season game. I ran onto the pitch along side other students, and into the arms of Reggie. Other players ran past smacking him on the shoulders congratulating him on the game. He picks me up by the waist as I jump towards him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. Still holding his helmet in one hand he tightens his arms around me and lifts me further into the air with excitement. “Congrats,now how do we celebrate?” I enchant towards the caramel skinned boy in front of me. I reach up and place a kiss on his lips softly. I hear the other team mates whistling and cheering some chanting about Reggie being ‘whipped’. I just laugh and pull away. 

“There’s a party at Thorn-Hill tonight, everyone who’s anyone is going to be there, so your presence would be highly appreciated” Cheryl Bombshell added into the mix, turning towards me, giving me that sickly sweet smile of hers. “Actually y/n and I have plans tonight, right?” Reggie says looking towards me with wide eyes. I nod my head towards Cheryl directing my eyeline towards her “Right” and just like that I was whisked away, by the boy still wearing his football uniform. 


We get back to my place, and I realise this was going to be no different from our other Friday nights. “Why didn’t you want to go to the party,Reg?” I ask politely getting my keys out to unlock the door. The streets were dark and silent. It seemed as though the entire town had escaped to Thorn-Hill for the night and we were the only two people left gallivanting the streets. “I had something in my mind that I wanted to try out, and I didn’t think you would wanna play in front of bunch of people at Cheryl Blossom’s Mansion”Reggie replies with a sly grin contouring his face. His fingers fiddle with the end of my shirt as I unlock the door, pushing it open, I turn around to face him with a confused yet amused look on my face. “play?” I mutter and stumble slightly into the doorway of my own home. 

I walk into the living room and Reggie heads towards the bathroom,carrying his bag, presumably to change. He returns a few moments later wearing a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and a baseball cap, holding a deck of cards in his hands. He brings it up and waves it a little a smug smile plastered on his face. I look between him and the cards and tilt my head in confusion. “Strip poker” he states abruptly. I go wide eyed and stand up from my place on the sofa and walk towards him with a sultry  stare. “so this is what you meant  by play?” I ask lightly biting my lip, it didn’t go un-noticed.  

“Okay then” I nod and move the coffee table into the middle of the room, grabbing a couple of cushions for us each to sit on, either side of the table. He throws his jersey at me and I look at him blankly. “Just in-case you need the extra layer” he teases. “and what makes you think I’m gonna be the one needing the extra layer?” I whisper gently in his ear removing my shirt in front of his eyes and replacing it with his football jersey. He takes in a noticeable gulp before sitting down at the table,shuffling the cards. 


Many Items of clothes removed later, I was left in the Jersey and my underwear and Reggie was sat there in his boxers (Oh and his socks, we can’t forget his socks) “Your poker face really is awful Reggie Mantle” I state calling him out only to antagonise him more. To be truthful, Reggie hating losing, and he hating losing to me even more. He knew it would be something I would hold against him for weeks. I look at the cards in my hand and realise my shirt is probably coming next “turn” Reggie mumbles in concentration. He places his cards down to show, three queens and two tens, an otherwise perfect set. I shamefully place down my cards consisting of a jack, ten,four, six, and and an ace, he royally kicked my butt in this round. He looks at me with a smug expression. His tongue sticking out of his mouth. I clap my hands at his deal and stand up ready to take off the jersey but am stopped by a pair of hands reaching for mine.He pulls me round to his side of the table and tugs me down so I’m sitting in his lap. 

“Don’t take the Jersey off just yet, It looks good on you” He whispers brushing the hair out of my face. bringing his lips to meet mine. I lean forwards and instantly tangle my hands into his black hair.Tugging at the roots towards the back of his head. His hot plump lips meshed with mine,in sync moving in and out of rhythm.     

His hands reached down to my legs where he lifted me up and placed me down so I was straddling his waist. His rough calloused fingers ran up my legs and placed themselves on my hips where he held me still. He leaned back so he was leaning against the couch more comfortably and brought his lips back to mine deeply. The kisses were hard and fast and at times sloppy, but that was just the way I liked it. I gasped suddenly as I was picked up,Reggie standing to sit himself down on the couch rather than the floor, bringing me to sit straddling him once more. His lips move to my neck leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the skin. Leaving a trail down where he meets my jawline sucking on the delicate skin, making me gasp for air. 

His hands lift up the Jersey at either side of my hips where he holds the curves and pushes them forwards,encouraging me to rock my hips gently. I do so earning a satisfied groan fall from Reggie’s lips. I place my hands on his naked shoulders and lean in for another kiss, my mouth already thirsty for more attention. As our lips join again, I roll my hips once again a little harder to meet his and continue the action gaining more gasps and breathy reactions from the pair of us. 

The sloppy kisses and building friction between us was more of a celebration than any after party could ever master. Reggie swiftly flipped us so I was laying on my back on the couch, him above me,breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat had built up from our actions. Not to mention he was already sweaty from the game. 

He raises the shirt up so it’s just above my belly button and kisses his way from under my chest to my pantie line. His eyes look up through his thick dark eyelashes to meet mine as his cold fingers loop themselves into my panties, I nod slowly and he places another kiss on each hip bone before pulling my panties down my legs and onto the floor beside us. He settles in between my legs again and wraps each leg over his shoulder, his strong hands holding onto the tops of my legs. “You okay beautiful?” he asks quietly and i sigh contently nodding my head,he doesn’t even have to do anything and I’m putty in his hands. “So much better than Thorn-Hill” he mutters more to himself as his face disappears in between my legs. 

His tongue swirls over the budding bundle of nerves,and he presses light kisses on it just to be a tease, before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, I let out a gasp and my hands go straight for his hair, his locks damp from the sweat raised from both the game and our activities. One of his hands moves itself from its place on my hip and and follows his mouth down to where I needed him the most right now, His finger lightly teased my entrance before sliding all the way in and stilling. I let out a short gasp of his name when he began sliding his middle finger in and out, occasionally swirling it around. His mouth still proceeded too press kisses to my clit, adding to the knot tightening in my stomach. My grip in his hair becoming tighter as he moves his hand faster. 

“Reggie” I gasp getting his attention, his face comes up and I gesture for him to bring his face up to meet mine. His fingers still working inside of me, Reggie comes closer to me, pressing his lips hard against mine, I wrap my arms around the back of his shoulders holding him in hug. My back arches and I moan the knot tightening to the point of release. I pull his arm away from me and he looks at me with both confusion and concern. Only to be replaced by a smirk  when my dainty fingers reached for his boxers. I pulled them down as far I could get them being underneath him. His shaft hit his stomach, I took it in my hands gently and slid my hands down it a couple of times before directing towards my entrance. 

He took matters into his own hands, pulling my legs towards himself, I let out a shriek of excitement, he leaned down and kissed me softly, I felt him sliding in, stretching myself out I gasped for air once he had fully pushed all the way in. Many of the boys always made jokes about mine and Reggie’s sex life, saying things like how ‘he’s an animal’ and ‘he must tear you apart in the bedroom’ and when occasionally that can be true, for the most part. Reggie preferred  to make love, he liked taking it slow making it raw and passionate, that was just one of the things I loved about him. 

One of my hands wrapped around his bicep while the other went straight for his hair. Reggie placed both hands on my hips and gently rocked his hips back and forth setting a rhythm that was pleasing for the both of us. He groans out my name into the crook of my neck and scatters a few kisses in the area. I feel the knot tightening again and becoming loose as my release is coming on. I can tell Reggie is getting close due to the breathy-ness and his tired limbs. with a few more hard fast thrusts Reggie moans into my ear, his movements becoming slopping, my stomach tightens and I feel the knot untie a sense of relief washes over my body. 

Reggie collapses on top of me, pushing my fowards so he can slide in lay behind me on the couch. He presses a kiss under my ear and pulls the jersey down so its covering me up. 

“Well that’s one way to celebrate a football” Reggie smiles and I shake my head laughing and lean up to kiss him  again. 


I’M GOING TO HELL.  

morning - t.h.

word count: 1.2k

summary: a glimpse at mornings with boyfriend!tom

a/n: i got a little too happy at the thought of tom being back in england this weekend and my mind started to wander. 

let me know if you enjoy this here, since i might turn it into a mini-series, and i may even write a prequel to this part.


The fresh white covers were soft under your fingertips as you stirred. The morning sunshine was threatening to pour into the room through the thin curtains of Tom’s childhood bedroom, the curtains that he hated so dearly and told you so each time you visited.

You shuffled, drawing your head up to look around the room. Remnants of the night before were littered around, like his duffle bag that he always travelled with, flung on the chair that sat in the corner, and his passport tossed lazily on the nightstand, and both yours and Tom’s clothes in crumpled piles at the foot of the bed, a hint at the haste you both shared last night to be back in each other’s arms.

At your movement, Tom stirred and tangled his legs around yours beneath the sheets, and you wrapped an arm over his bare chest, his warmth radiating on to you. You traced your fingertips back and forth across his slightly bronzed skin, the only remainder of his summer days spent in America, rather than here with you.

You didn’t mind the days when he was gone too much. Of course, it was no picnic to live without your boyfriend by your side, or even in the same country, for weeks at a time. But the days apart only made your time together all the more special when he could come back, made you hold the moments that you could share a little closer to your heart.

Watching him sleep made you feel as though he never left you, and laying there examining each of his peaceful features made you realise how much you loved him that little bit more each day. Even his flaws, even the dints and scars scattered across his cheeks, even the imperfections that the rest of the world saw, seemed perfect to you.

You didn’t want to disturb him further than you already had, but you couldn’t help yourself from reaching up to run a hand through his hair. Though shorter than the curls that you had come to know and love, you had grown to quite like this new hairstyle on him. His hair felt soft and fluffy between your fingers, and you assumed that he probably washed it before his flight yesterday morning.

Leaning closer, you could smell his naturally soapy scent, the cologne he’d worn the day before only lingering a little now. You brushed his cheek with your thumb as he started to wake a little more, and Tom hummed as you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his face.

Rolling into you, his lips met yours in a sleepy embrace, his strong arms curling around your back, his fingers splayed wide to hold you close to him. Of all the moments in Tom’s life that he cherished, of all the escapades his fame brought him, mornings like this with you were his favourite. Holding you in his arms, feeling the steady beat of your heart against his, staring into your eyes and sharing lazy kisses. This was by far the most magical of moments to him.

“Mornin’ love, sleep well?” He mumbled, brushing your hair from your face, a sleepy smile spread across his lips.

You only nodded, returning his grin before you pressed your head on his chest to rest it, pulling the covers up to your chin. You sighed, feeling utterly content, until a small knock at the door interrupted the comfortable silence.

“Come in,” Tom’s chest vibrated as he spoke, and the door was softly pushed open. Tessa came bounding in, ecstatic to see you again, and Sam poked his head around the door.

“Sorry, but uh— mum said to remind you that we need to get going soon…” Sam seemed unsure of how to position himself, feeling a little awkward that he had to be the one to ruin this perfect moment.

He pulled the door back, leaving Tessa to curl up in your lap. Tom groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, sliding out of bed beside you, and as you scratched behind Tessa’s ears, you sighed.

“Why d’ya have to go again so soon,” you pouted at your boyfriend, watching him pull a pair of boxers from his drawers to slide them on, before doing the same with some socks.

You couldn’t see Tom’s face, but you watched his shoulders rise and fall, and if he had been facing you, you would’ve seen the pained expression he wore before he turned to you.

“It’s just not fair, those stupid producers and directors get you for weeks at a time and I get you for one stinking day!” You knew you shouldn’t complain; Tom always did his best to keep both you and his work equal.

Tessa jumped down and nudged the door open to escape, so you sat up and pulled the covers around your chest, blinking at Tom in the half-lit bedroom. You rested your head on your shoulder, watching him innocently as he gathered last night’s clothes from the floor. After he had shoved them into his bag, you snatched it from him playfully.

“You can’t leave me if you don’t have your clothes,” you dropped it to the floor on your side of the bed and Tom reached out, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Darling, I’d still have to leave, but I’d have to leave like this,” he gestured down to his body, wearing only his boxers and some socks.

“I happen to think that’s quite a good look on you,” you giggled, biting your thumb as he bent a knee on to the bed, crawling towards you.

“Well you would,” he smirked, his legs straddled either side of your hips before he leant down to kiss you softly, his lips moving gently with yours.

The longer the kiss continued, the more intense it got. Tom’s hands began to wander, tracing every inch of your chest, his tongue dipping into your mouth. When you felt him groan above you, you knew it was time to pull away.

You hummed in contentment, staring up into your boyfriend’s deep brown eyes, your arms around his neck as your fingertips played lightly with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Baby, we don’t have time for that, you have a plane to catch,” your hand came down to run along his collarbone.

“One second you don’t want me to leave, the next you’re knocking me back, ouch,” Tom chuckled and lifted one hand that he had been using to balance himself above you, to cup your cheek lightly. “Think you can wait for me until next time?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“I’m sure I’ll manage somehow,” you laughed and he leant over to take his bag from your side of the bed.

Tom stayed straddled across your hips, a smile still lingering as he looked down at you. “Y’know, I think you somehow get more and more beautiful every time I come back to you.” 

You blushed at his words as he scattered kisses across your cheeks, on your nose, and finally on your lips.

“Shut up smelly,” you slapped his chest playfully, “and go take a shower, you actually do stink.”

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the eyes are the window to the soul (and to the heart)

pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin; jikook

rated: T

word count: 7,780

tags: fluff & humour, attempted crack, college!au, emotionally constipated!jungkook, awkward!jungkook, sweet and kinda scary!jimin, eye colour changes, f l u f f 

summary: In which Jungkook’s eye colour changes according to his mood, but when Jimin wants to know what the colour ‘pink’ means, Jungkook hesitates. Jungkook doesn’t want to tell him that his eyes turn pink whenever he’s around Jimin because it means love.
(based on this prompt)

a/n: DEDICATED TO YOU, JAY-Z. (not the rapper) @gracefulweather ILY!! HAPPY RLY LATE BIRTHDAY??? i’m so sorry omg rip but enjoy my poor humour!!!!

crossposted on ao3


Sometimes, Jungkook really hates his eyes.

Jimin knows that when his irises turn a deep red, resembling that of burnt umber, it means all variants of anger– arising when Jungkook loses a round of Mario Kart that strikes a low and petty blow to his ego as a proponent of competition, becomes frustrated when he’s unable to make that absolutely perfect stroke of detail he’s trying to recreate in a painting, and mostly definitely when Jimin keeps borrowing his shampoo without asking for permission and keeps on leaving his belongings all over his living room floor when he comes over to freeload (but of course, Jungkook can never stay mad at him and his angelic character for too long).

There’s aquamarine blue for when he’s feeling all doom and gloom and blue; a dark indigo with a lingering grey shadow when he’s feeling mercurial like the rainy skies; a golden orange with flecks of warm yellow when he’s happy and carefree; a murky green for when he’s feeling sick and tired and a rich brown for when he’s feeling neutral and generally placid about life.

There were many colours that came with different kinds of moods, each to their own individuality that was certainly distinctable. And, well– Jungkook felt relief and joy to know that Jimin was more fascinated with such a phenomenon than skeptical as he eagerly pursued him with questions concerning the malleable colours of his eyes and wanting to know what each meant to the point where Jungkook felt comfortable enough to forgo his sunglasses around him, until one day–

“Hey, Jungkook,” Jimin sits his chin on top of his palms quite endearingly with elbows over his pile of notes, pink cheeks squished while he leans forward with soft blonde locks falling above rounded eyes that blink curiously as he stares right into Jungkook’s soul, “I’ve been wondering about your eyes.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook hums nonchalantly, “About?”

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BTS - walk in on you dancing.

Request: Hi , can you do bts reaction to coming home and seeing their s/o having the time of her life by listening music and busting some dance moves only in their boxers , socks and bra 😅 thank you . 


Seokjin:

Seokjin was going to find the cutest thing in the world. You were dancing and singing loudly in your room. The music ends and you hear him giggling. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You scream shy. “Oh, nothing. You don’t have to be shy. It was so cute, baby.”

Yoongi:

He came home and you were in the living room, with your headphones singing and dancing. And with nothing but panties and bra. He looked at you and smiled. “YOONGI!” You scared when you saw him. “Hi honey, practice ended earlier.” “I’m seeing.” “By the way, you were super sexy dancing.” “Oh, of course.” You laughed.

Hoseok:

You were dancing happily when you noticed your boyfriend staring at you. “Since when are you here?” “Just arrived.” He laughed. “Uh, okay.” You put the song on again. “Come dance with me.” You said. “Wait, I have to look just like you.” He took off his clothes, just being boxers. “COME ON.”

Namjoon:

As everyone knows, Namjoon is not the best dancer in the world, neither are you. But that didn’t stop you from dancing around the house. The music echoed through the house along with your voice singing fervently. Namjoon laughed at the scene. “Baby, you dance very well!” “STOP!” “What a butt!” He looked at you, who wore only panties and bra. “You are a pervert.” “And you’re hot.”

Jimin:

Jimin came home and heard the loud music coming from his room, he went there and saw you dancing on the bed. “Jagi ?!” He laughed louder than the music. “Hi baby.” “Are you having fun there?” “YES!” “Come here.” He opened his arms and you jumped into his lap. “Ew! you’re sweaty.” He said and you laughed.

Taehyung:

For him, this was going to be the best thing of his day. See his girlfriend dancing and singing only in underwear. When the song was over you turned and saw him smiling at the door. “How long have you been there?” You asked. “Enough time.”

Jungkook:

He was going to be surprised (in a good way). When he opened the door and saw you dancing and singing, he smiled. You haven’t noticed his presence, so he just stood there, just looking. “Baby …” he said after long minutes. “Oh sorry.” You tried to cover yourself with your hands. “No need to cover up! I’ve seen your whole body.” He laughed. “I know, I’m shy, you know.” “Yeah, I know, and you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.” He kissed you.


Requests are open! Feel free to ask. 

anonymous asked:

Can I request the crew having a night off and playing strip poker and Keith hardcore pins after shiro 👀

hey anon i want to let u kno that my Weekend of Work™ got interrupted by my laptop shitting out and I laid down on the sofa and contemplated life and thought of this prompt and hammered it out on my iPod so that I wouldn’t chuck my macbook out my window. I’m posting it from my iPod too so I’m sorry in advance for the formatting and the fact that this is me as a person. enjoy!


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Keith tries to squash the idea as soon as Lance brings it up. Hunk, being a terrible enabler, eggs Lance on. Pidge, who never loses at anything ever, encourages him as well. It’s a horrible, horrible idea and Keith wants to distance himself as much as possible from it. Allura will snap all their necks with her bare hands when she figures out the truth, and then put them in the healing pods so she can do it again.

Keith voices these concerns. No one listens.  He tries to voice them again covertly when Lance brings up the idea in front of the Princess. Keith has to sit at the table and watch as Lance can barely contain his glee at passing off a card game as an Important Earthly Bonding Ritual.

“My friends and I used to play something very similar,” Allura muses, and there goes Keith’s out for the entire situation. “It’d be a good stress relief. “

Keith tries to beg off, tries pretends he accidentally injured himself training with the robot gladiators.

“I don’t think this game requires any physical effort,” Allura says when he tries to tell her this, while Lance nods eagerly behind her.

Shiro raises his eyebrows, and Keith prays that he’s going to do the sensible thing and put an end to this before it even starts.

“Huh,” Shiro says, looking at Lance and Hunk. “I’ve never played poker before.”

This is how Keith knows he’s living in the darkest timeline.


Lance sets up the rules; if you don’t have GAC, you throw in clothing instead. There is a grand total of three people who don’t have any intergalactic space money; Keith and Shiro, because they never had any to begin with, and Lance, because he has secretly given all of it to Pidge. She insists she doesn’t need it because she is about to wipe the floor with them. Keith also has no doubt in mind that Pidge is a sharp card counter, and that Lance is looking for an excuse to get shirtless in front of Allura.

Keith takes some pride in the fact that he’s actually not too bad at the game; at most, he might just lose his jacket. He’s a little concerned for Shiro, who watches with wide doe eyes as Lance explains the rules.

As it is, the fact that Shiro’s shirt is tight enough to show his muscles flex underneath when he does something as simple as gesturing towards a map, is enough to make Keith run hot. If Shiro loses his clothes, Keith’s going to lose his mind in front of all the other paladins, and then will have to eject himself into space out of sheer embarrassment.

If Keith’s going to be honest, he’s actually the most concerned for himself.


Shiro is an evil, evil liar and Keith briefly prays that Coran will walk in with an emergency mission and they will have to abandon the game. No such thing happens.

They’re all converged on the floor of the lounge, pressed up against the curving half of the circular seating area.

It’s very little comfort that Lance is almost as undressed as Keith is. Allura and Pidge have a claim on almost all the GAC and Hunk’s started to break into a nervous sweat. Lance is in his undershirt and jeans, while Keith is down to his boxers and left sock.

Shiro sits fully clothed beside Keith, legs crossed as he still tries and pretends this is all beginner’s luck. No one believes him. Keith has to tilt his cards away, because Shiro’s decided that he needs to lean against Keith instead of keeping his distance. He says it’s so that Keith can help him understand the game when he needs assistance. Keith’s sure it’s because Shiro is hyper aware of what he’s doing at any given moment of the day. Keith also thinks it’s worse to feel the fabric of Shiro’s shirt rub against his bare skin when Shiro shifts, than it would have been to see Shiro shirtless. Something in his lizard brain is sparking at the thought of him telling everyone else to get lost while he climbs Shiro like a tree.

“I thought you said you didn’t know how to play,” Keith says flatly, and Shiro does an incredibly poor job of hiding his grin.

“Maybe I just got a really thorough rundown of the game,” he says and Keith snorts.

“I’ll show you a thorough rundown,” he mutters under his breath and Lance makes a gagging sound.

“Hello,” Hunk says. “There are other people in this room too.”

Keith gives him the finger, and doesn’t miss the press of Shiro’s knee against his thigh.


It doesn’t take Keith long to lose the sock. Lance loses his undershirt, Hunk has to give up his headband, Allura takes off her tiara and Shiro has forfeited his fanny pack. Keith is pretty sure he did that on purpose, just to make Keith feel better. Pidge folds out of the game, and gives her winnings to Allura to keep playing. She claims it’s to make things fair, but she also claims that the sight of Keith and Lance shirtless has made her slightly nauseous.

“Dude,” Lance says, shielding his eyes as Keith tosses the sock into the pile. “I’m seeing way more of you than I need to right now.”

Shiro lets out a short laugh from beside him. Keith elbows him and Shiro catches it easily. His hand is warm and big against Keith’s arm, and Keith has to actively work at not openly staring as Shiro squeezes it.


It takes only ten minutes or so till Allura is smiling sweetly at Keith. His face has gone completely red and he stares at his hand, cursing the cards into eternity.

“Fine,” he says, and slowly moves his hands to his boxers. Hunk pretends to be decent by covering his eyes, and Lance mimes throwing up. Allura continues to give him a shit-eating grin. Keith hooks a thumb in his hemline and takes a deep breath in. Just when he’s got just enough courage to start pulling down, a hand grabs his wrist.

Shiro’s smile belies his iron grip, and he nods towards Keith’s hands. Keith looks at them and— right, his gloves count as clothing too. Shiro generously peels a glove off for Keith and throws it into the pile, and Keith tries to be discreet about rubbing his wrist when he gets it back. At least he’s red enough from before that no one notices the blush creeping down to his chest.


Somehow, Keith stumbles upon some luck, and he stays in his boxers and one glove till it’s Lance that’s the furthest behind. It doesn’t have the effect Lance desires, because Allura is too busy winning to pay attention to him.

Lance calls the game when it’s his turn to take his underwear off; Hunk looks immensely relieved and Allura cackles.

“This was fun,” she says gleefully, pocketing her easily-won money. “Let’s do it again soon.”

“Let’s not,” Keith offers. Yet again, he is pointedly ignored.

Allura leaves first, with Hunk and Lance trailing behind. Keith reaches for his pants, wanting to put them on quickly so that he can escape to his room and work on erasing the memory of this game.

Shiro stops him with a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back against the lounge seats.

“It’d be a shame not to finish,” Shiro says lightly, and it takes a second for it to click for Keith. He still thinks Shiro’s a little shit for pretending to be new though, so he shrugs.

“I may not be the best,” Keith says. “But don’t think you can win against me. Don’t know if it’s worth playing.”

It’s a blatantly lame and empty threat. Keith knows Shiro can tell by the type of smile he gives Keith.

“I can try,” Shiro replies, and he does.

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Headcanons for being the female best friend of the Marauders

- Sneaking into the boys’ room after dark.

- It’s always re-arranged so that you use James’ Cloak to get there.

- Cuddle piles.

- It starts with you cuddling one of the boys, usually Remus, and one by one Sirius, James and Peter come to join in. Before long, no one can tell whose limbs are whose and everyone is a little bit uncomfortable in their position but also completely content.

- Sneaking out to Hogsmeade after dark.

- Helping them create the map.

- Becoming an Animagi to support Remus.

- Keeping Remus’ chocolate stash topped up.

- Putting two extra bars in there when you ‘borrow’ one when you’re on your period.

- Speaking of, the boys Mother Hen you to the nines when you’re on your period.

- James supplies the blankets, Peter supplies your favourite snacks, Remus supplies the hair stroking and the cuddles and Sirius supplies the pranks to make you laugh. 

- Actually, wait. All the boys supply you with cuddles. All the time.

- You borrow their clothes all the time.

- James: “Y/N, have you seen my - Oh.”

- It gets to the point in fourth year that you’re wearing James’ (clean) boxers, Remus’ woolley socks, Peter’s hoodie and Sirius‘ trousers.

- They pretend not to notice.

- They do.

- By fifth year, no one has their own clothes - you’re always borrowing each other’s.

- You’ve either got three kickass brothers or three amazing boyfriends - rumours of both types circulate the school and you definitely don’t help yoursleves.

- When Remus first got wind of the rumours he smirked and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek the next morning at breakfast. Sirius kissed your other cheek, James hugged you tightly and Peter gave you a watery smile.

- Sometimes you’re convinced Remus and Sirius are married to each other.

- They are.

- Sometimes you think James, Sirius and Remus are all married to each other.

- This is also true.

- Getting James, Sirius and Peter out of detention with Remus.

- Summers are always spent at the Potters.

- Any potential partners you have will have to go through all four other Marauders.

- So you don’t get to date much in Hogwarts.

- Not wanting to date any of the marauders because you don’t want to rik our friendship with any of them.

- On a particularly drunken night, Sirius suggested a five-poly relationship.

- No one really denied the possibility, but no one did anything about it either.

- Trying to stop them from bullying Snivellus too often.

- Helping James woo Lily in later years.

- You stick to each other like glue. 

- When Remus came clean about his being a werewolf, he told you last. You told him you didn’t care about his furry little problem and his answering smile was adorable. He definitely didn’t cry.

- The Events That Shall Not Be Named never happened.


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