request: Reader and redify are making out but then oscs walks in on them
reader = pink
redify = red
yugi = purple
santi = white/bold
arky = orange
nos = blue
sunny = green
OPEN-DOOR DISASTER - REDIFY
warnings: making out, group interruption, embarrassment, teasing, mild swearing, light chaos/fluff
you and red were way too into each other on the living room couch — his hands on your waist, your fingers in his hair, his mouth on yours like he didn’t care about anything else in the world.
you barely heard the front door open.
“red—” you whispered, breath uneven, “i think they’re back.”
he didn’t even lift his head.
“don’t care,” he mumbled against your mouth, pulling you right back in.
and then—
the voices hit.
the footsteps.
the loud clatter of takeout bags.
yugi’s voice echoing through the house:
“HELLO?? ANYONE HOME??”
you pulled away just an inch — wide-eyed — right as the whole OSCS crew walked into the living room.
red froze.
you froze.
they did NOT.
yugi stopped mid-step. “nah. no way.”
nos literally dropped the bag he was holding. “bro.”
arky put his hands on his head. “in the living room? on a TUESDAY?”
santi just stared, blinking. “dude… seriously?”
red looked like he was about to pass out.
“can you guys NOT—”
nos burst out laughing. “you didn’t even hear us come in?? you two were GONE.”
“brain EMPTY,” yugi added, pointing at red. “zero awareness.”
red was bright red. “shut up.”
sunny peeked around nos, trying to hold in a laugh. “you guys are… bold doing this here.”
you covered your face with your hands. “we weren’t— it wasn’t—”
santi cut you off with a tired hand gesture. “yeah, yeah. save it. we’re going upstairs. goddamn.”
arky backed up the stairs first. “don’t start again while we’re walking up, i’m begging.”
nos snorted. “y’all are dramatic.”
yugi kept staring at red like he discovered a new species. “i’m never letting you live this down.”
one by one they shuffled upstairs, still whisper-laughing, still talking shit, still tripping over each other.
silence finally settled.
red threw his head back on the couch, mortified.
“i’m moving out. i swear to god.”
you nudged his leg gently, trying not to laugh.
“it wasn’t that bad.”
“yes it was.”
“red—”
“they saw EVERYTHING.”
you leaned into him, brushing your nose against his cheek.
“no they didn’t.”
he sighed, defeated, voice going all soft and annoyed:
“i wasn’t done kissing you.”
you smiled.
“i kinda figured.”
he looked at you, still embarrassed, still pink, still wanting you.
“we’re never doing this in the living room again,” he muttered.
“deal,” you said — then kissed him again anyway.
(NOT PROOFREAD!)
if ron loses this 1v1 im deleting this account
