Alcohol, an irresponsible situation, and a backseat of a vehicle all optional. Teenage angst and hormones not optional. All teenage characters from any time, setting, or canon welcome, as are adult characters aged down.
Just Feeling It Out: Maybe you'll finally get to touch a boob!
Accidental Boner: Oh. Hi there, downstairs.
Deep Kissing: Heavy tongue action.
Flawless Approach: WILL YOU PLEASE HAVE THE SEX WITH ME? always works.
Party: A crazy atmosphere can lead to crazy decisions.
Goofballs: Both of you kind of suck at this, but at least you're cute.
Experience Difference: It doesn't count if it's not with you. That's what you tell yourself, anyway.
Boyfrands/Girlfrands: Finally rounding those bases with your honey.
No Play: They've told you no touching them below the belt. Oops!
Fumble: You touched the wrong place or said the wrong thing. Is this the end of your adventure.
Desperate: Please, please, please, let me stick it in.
Oral: Sometimes, you just want to kiss someone there.
Feels So Good: Let's hope you can last.
Love Confession: Now is a good a time as ever to tell them how you feel
Success: Awww yeah, break out the cigarette.
Failure: Hopefully they'll forgive you for staining their clothes.
[A thing with a street punk she knows for whatever reason? I'm fine AU'ing whichever direction you prefer. Any prompts are OK, although accidental boners are prolly gonna be a thing while he tries to be good and not horny and fails hard.]
[ I’m willing to give anything a try. After seeing the trailer for his movie I’ve had very vivid daydreams of him driving a speeder while a lady is climbing all over the front seats trying to shoot behind them— so a Bonnie and Clyde kinda thing would be pretty cool. Are we setting this in a Star Wars type setting or do you want me to play Han as an earthling? ]
[ All of them work for me. We’ll make the setting a party and work our way from there? My only other questions are if you want them to know each other already and if she’s gonna have force powers (and if Han knows she has them). ]
It’s late and the decent people of Corellia are at home. At this hour, most establishments in this district have shutdown, leaving the streets mostly dark except for the businesses that cater to the late night crowd— calling to the sentients that are still awake with neon colored lights.
The word among his acquaintances was that everyone was meeting up at a bar called The Coregold Lounge. Han had heard it was a fairly small place and he knew of at least fifteeen people coming to the lounge that night. Some of them fresh off of a robbing the home of some grubby Rodian banker off world. There’d be drinks. The music would be loud. People would be in a good mood and hopefully, he could line up his next job.
Solo enters the lounge by himself. He’s forcing himself not to look down or touch the new holster and blaster pistol slung low on his hips, but he’s not quite used to the weight of it yet. He shoots a glance around the room and the place is nearly full. None of the tables are open and only a hand full of chairs are still available to sit in.
So. That makes his first move an easy one. Head to the bar for a drink because he might be standing for a while before he gets invited to sit somewhere.
Sam could never sit like a normal person. Not back home and certainly not here. She had a contrary nature. She'd always known it, it was no secret. So she was perched on the edge of the bar, idly swinging her legs as she watched everyone having a good time. Which wasn't to say Sam wasn't in a celebratory mood. But she'd only been on Corellia a few months and was still getting used to things. It was a long ways from home, but in terms of culture and, well, parsecs. So many, in fact that she'd given up trying to calculate them.
And when Sam gave up on something mathematical, only two possibilities existed. One, that it was impossible. Two, that she just didn't care enough to try.
She wasn't honestly sure which it was, most days.
Absently, she smiled when the scruffy-looking guy walked in. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, Sam was pretty sure she knew who he was. But she'd met so many new people in the last few weeks that the name wouldn't come to her. Didn't matter. From the fact that no one had tried to toss him out the door, he was obviously fine in Lando's book. Which meant he was fine with Sam.
"Hey," she said, sliding over a dish of vweilu nuts, along the smooth surface of the counter-top. Getting used to the Corellian sky was way easier than getting used to the greasy food.
Han is surprised that someone is calling out to him already and even a bit more suprised that it isn’t someone he recognizes. Even though he hadn’t yet reached the ripe old age of twenty, Han had already been ripping people off around here for eight standard years and he knew most of the locals that were worth knowing. Whoever this lady was, he hadn’t met her before. He would have remembered the vivid blue eyes and hair to match.
“Hey to you too.”
He will take a handful of those nuts, thanks. He likes the food of his homeworld and frankly, he hasn’t had much to eat since yesterday. Not to proud to help himself to something that’s free, either.
Sam shrugged one shoulder up to her ear. "Probably," she replied. But it was easier to remember chemical compounds than names. And Lando had a lot of friends.
Like, a lot a lot.
She was actually moderately impressed. But only because she was total crap at making friends herself.
Swinging one leg over the bar to straddle it, she leaned in a little closer. "Name's Sam," she said. "I shoot things." People were way less prudish about that kind of thing on Corellia than back home. And what Sam lacked in people skills, she more than made up for in pride.
She offered him a hand. The polish on her nails was chipped and glistened black in the low lighting. "You?"
Everybody knew Lando. Lando, in turn, seemed to know everybody. It wasn’t just that he could remember names well— he could remember where they were from, what kinda skills they had and what kind of ship they tended to ferry themselves around in. It was impressive, but also a little intimidating for all the coming up scoundrels trying to keep up with him.
But ... he’s not thinking about Lando when he sees Sam’s thighs hugging the bar top. She’s moving confidently. The way that a person does when they know they can land, pretty much, any guy in the place they set their eyes on. He’d be lying if he said anything other than the fact that he thought she was hot.
“Han.” He says in a murmur that can be heard just above the racket made in the bar. “I’m a pilot, mostly.”
He’s so dialed into Sam right now that he completely misses an opportunity to ask the bartender for a drink.
Lunamaria Hawke | Gundam SEED Destiny | OTA
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Khloe Zhwan | Final Fantasy XIV | Fandom OC | F/F
Richter Lawrence Alcross | OC | M/F
Han Solo || A Star Wars Story
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The word among his acquaintances was that everyone was meeting up at a bar called The Coregold Lounge. Han had heard it was a fairly small place and he knew of at least fifteeen people coming to the lounge that night. Some of them fresh off of a robbing the home of some grubby Rodian banker off world. There’d be drinks. The music would be loud. People would be in a good mood and hopefully, he could line up his next job.
Solo enters the lounge by himself. He’s forcing himself not to look down or touch the new holster and blaster pistol slung low on his hips, but he’s not quite used to the weight of it yet. He shoots a glance around the room and the place is nearly full. None of the tables are open and only a hand full of chairs are still available to sit in.
So. That makes his first move an easy one. Head to the bar for a drink because he might be standing for a while before he gets invited to sit somewhere.
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And when Sam gave up on something mathematical, only two possibilities existed. One, that it was impossible. Two, that she just didn't care enough to try.
She wasn't honestly sure which it was, most days.
Absently, she smiled when the scruffy-looking guy walked in. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, Sam was pretty sure she knew who he was. But she'd met so many new people in the last few weeks that the name wouldn't come to her. Didn't matter. From the fact that no one had tried to toss him out the door, he was obviously fine in Lando's book. Which meant he was fine with Sam.
"Hey," she said, sliding over a dish of vweilu nuts, along the smooth surface of the counter-top. Getting used to the Corellian sky was way easier than getting used to the greasy food.
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“Hey to you too.”
He will take a handful of those nuts, thanks. He likes the food of his homeworld and frankly, he hasn’t had much to eat since yesterday. Not to proud to help himself to something that’s free, either.
“Have we met before?”
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Like, a lot a lot.
She was actually moderately impressed. But only because she was total crap at making friends herself.
Swinging one leg over the bar to straddle it, she leaned in a little closer. "Name's Sam," she said. "I shoot things." People were way less prudish about that kind of thing on Corellia than back home. And what Sam lacked in people skills, she more than made up for in pride.
She offered him a hand. The polish on her nails was chipped and glistened black in the low lighting. "You?"
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But ... he’s not thinking about Lando when he sees Sam’s thighs hugging the bar top. She’s moving confidently. The way that a person does when they know they can land, pretty much, any guy in the place they set their eyes on. He’d be lying if he said anything other than the fact that he thought she was hot.
“Han.” He says in a murmur that can be heard just above the racket made in the bar. “I’m a pilot, mostly.”
He’s so dialed into Sam right now that he completely misses an opportunity to ask the bartender for a drink.
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bruce wayne, gotham.
Kevin "Wither" Ford | Marvel 616 | OTA
nill | dogs: bullets & carnage | m/f
Davina Claire | the Originals | M/F
Lance | Voltron: Legendary Defender
quistis trepe | final fantasy viii | m/f
Sora | Kingdom Hearts | m/m
beth greene | the walking dead | ota