#but soda look one look at him n was like well ily

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

thinkin' about ponyboy's name n I'm actually so enamored with Soda naming him like let me yap for minute

Soda who is 2 (almost three) when Pony is born. Their father scoopin' him up in his arms so he can better see the pink wriggling thing that is his kid brother. And Soda immediately loves him.

"Go on, what would you like to call him Pepsi?" Because Darrel picked Soda’s name so why wouldn't he get to pick his newest brother's?

Soda takes one look down into his kid sibling's big green eyes and thinks well... I should name him after something I love.

"Pony? Pony... boy. Ponyboy!" And he's got that big ol' smile he's had since he was born and Mr. Curtis laughs and laughs so hard the nurses have to come to tell him to settle.

He takes one look at his wife who's smilin' that soft little lopsided smirk and that's it.

"Well, welcome to the family, Ponyboy."

shout out to @luckystriked for reminding me of one of my fav lil curtis brothers hcs😭

[hyuneskkami]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[pumpkinsy0]

Hcs for pony’s track meets ily 😽

heyyy ily2222 😜

since i got TWO anons about this ill just include em both in this ask🙏🏽🙏🏽

•he deserves a lil snack after it, wether one if the gang already has the snack darry packed for him or they go out to buy it, he DESERVES a lil treat, its like his scooby snack

•speaking of the gang, someones always there early so they can pick him up quickly, usually johnny just stays w him till its over tho

•i think to motivate himself, pony makes small bets/competitions inside his head

•shit he even does this off the track field, he could be walking w someone and in his head hes trying to see who can make it to that crack in the sidewalk first, and it actually helps him get faster for meetings

•imma tell ya, if they ever gettin chased by a serial killer, pony WILL b the first one running outta there, his track will come in handy

•this nigga can JUMP man, at first those hurdles had him stressing, but now he does pretty well w em, doesnt mean he doesnt get scared of them sometimes

•honestly pony rlly only picked up track so it could look good on transcripts n what not, but the gang jokes that its bc he wants to show off to the girls

•now this wouldnt rlly happen bc darry graduated before pony got into high school or at least before he got into track BUT if football practice and track was taking place on the same day, darry would take his small breaks from practice to see how pony was holding up on the other side, and theyd wait for each other to finish so they can go home together

•ponys gotten so tired that someones just had to carry him to the car and into bed, his track coach dont play at ALL

•curlys the reason ponys had to do laps around the track sometimes

•the gang TRIES to get pony to eat more filling stuff before track meets but pony SWEARS that will only fuck him up, just give him water and a banana and he’ll rock it out

•the gang will cheer pony on during track meets, not even to uplift him, JUST to embarrass him, darry and soda usually smacks the back of their heads but it dont work for long😭

•curly calls him that one stupid ass bird from the looney tunes cartoons and the gang started picking up on it and calling him that too

•curly makes jokes about how ponys all sweaty but ponys just not paying attention hes fighting for his next breath, he needs to lay those smokes DOWN😭

[ellieswaifu]

hiiiiiiiiiii :0 may i request a small modern au fic where fem reader, who is jesse’s little sister, asks ellie to help her make her ex bf jealous ? tyyyyy ily

i don’t date my brother’s friends | ellie x f!reader

summary — ellie (kinda) helps you make your ex jealous/also she’s a little jealous too hehe

word count — 2.77k+

genre — modern!au, ummmm fluff ? jealousy stuff

warnings — mentions drinking, kissing, childhood friends kinda, hmm big brother jesse!!, ellie has a crush uuuuu, heavily influenced by one fast and furious scene

a/n: i am literally watching fast and furious while reading this request so now i feel inspired to write about that one scene in the kitchen heheheeeeee ;-; also not proofread:< i hope u still enjoi reading ty for requesting !!

You’ve learned not to date you brother’s friends. It never ended well with you or him. At the end of the day, your big brother, Jesse, ends up punching someone in the eye and that friend is never to be seen again. In a way, you felt guilty. Jesse had a smaller group of close friends now, containing fewer boys in the latter who just wanted to get into your pants. It kind of became a rule that you wouldn’t ever go on a date with his friends ever again. He wanted to protect you in that way where he didn’t have to worry about you and losing some of his friends at the same time. You felt bad, but he always told you, “good riddance.” If he only had friends that would break your heart, then he would choose to not have friends at all.

You were his baby sister; sworn to protect, love and annoy forever.

But, sometimes, you hated that rule. Even though Jesse kept a few of his friends close, there were so many people that knew him already. He’s smart, sporty, and goes to an Ivy League university. Everybody in town knew who he was. It made it kind of hard to date in general. So, the outcome of that was you going on dates in secret. You weren’t some kind of woman who shamelessly had billions of relationships with different people. You were young and you just thought you should experience what romantic aspects life has to offer.

There was someone you went on a couple of dates with just recently. It only lasted for about two weeks before the two of you decided to stop and call it quits. He was a pretty good sport about it, not seeming to have ill feelings or anything.

Despite being on the look for someone to date, you already had your eyes set on someone special. Her name was Ellie. She was a girl who plays guitar, sings, loves art, is space-obsessed and, not to mention, one of your brother’s best friends. You would be lying if you said that she wasn’t even partly the reason why you date a lot of people. Ellie being one of Jesse’s closest friends made it so hard to approach her and even if you wanted to or had a chance, your brother would beat both of your asses.

You don’t talk to her much, especially now that you’re older. The first time you met her, she was someone your brother brought home from middle school, along with other friends like Dina, to do some group projects with. She was nice to you; played with you a lot when you were all alone in the living room with your toys and even helped you with some of your homework sometimes when Jesse wouldn’t. You’ve always had a crush on her. She was pretty. Growing up only made you realize how attracted you were to her.

But in the end, she was your brother’s friend.

It was only until Jesse decided to throw a semi-party at home after finals week when you see her again. You’re sitting at the front porch with a glass of soda, watching as Jesse’s group of friends walk into your house when Ellie comes in with them in her typical baggy attire; jeans and flannel-over-a-shirt look, sporting her usual canvas shoes at her feet. They all greet you with a wave and simple hi’s and hello’s, knowing you were Jesse’s little sister. You make sure to watch Ellie when that happens and she doesn’t say anything and only gives you a short smile and glance with her eyes.

You let out breath as soon as all of them walked through the front door, leaving you alone on the front porch with nothing but the night sky and your soda to accompany you.

After a while, you watch as a familiar car pulls up in your drive way. You close your eyes, hoping and praying it wasn’t the person you thought it was, trying to avoid the upcoming embarrassment you were about to feel in your chest.

Unfortunately, you were right. Your ex walks up to your front door slowly, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Hi,” he call out awkwardly.

“Hey,” was all you said back.

He look at you only for a moment, eyeing your attire. You grow uncomfortable under his gaze but thankfully for you, he didn’t stare for too long.

“You look good,” he compliments you, nodding as he spoke.

You give him the smallest smile you could give, “They’re already inside, eating or something, I think. You can head on in.”

“Thanks.”

The interaction was short, but you wanted it that way. Any longer, you probably would’ve walked away from him rudely. It’s not that you hated him or anything, it’s just the constant awkwardness almost made you nauseous and you couldn’t bear to interact with the person who has been calling and texting you all month about getting back together. You thanked god that he just walked into your house without adding anything unimportant to his dialogue.

You turn to into the window behind you and look through the glass as Jesse’s friends laugh and talk and drink in the living room and dining room with music muffled by the walls of the house. You’re not sure what they’re celebrating but they seem to be having a great time. You let your eyes wander for a moment, looking for a certain girl, until your eyes meet green ones. You immediately turn away and stare at the glass that was now empty in your hand as you hear your heart beating louder and faster in your chest.

What the hell? Was she looking at me?

You decide to shake off your thoughts, fingertips tracing the rim of the glass before headed back inside to refill your cup with some water.

Ellie fixed her green eyes on you the moment you stepped through your front door. Your dress hugged you in all the right places and rippled accordingly down to your knees as you walked through your house. Your hair was pulled back and showed everyone set of dazzling, angel-white teeth, greeting them as you walk past.

Ellie knows you’re pretty. She never really saw it until a year ago when you had just started your senior year in high school. She drove by your place to pick Jesse up, starting their first year of college together. You were no longer that dorky kid she used to know. You’ve started wear prettier things, do your makeup and act all mature. She understands why some of Jesse’s friends try to get to so close to him sometimes—a way to get closer to you. That was until he told everybody that his little sister was off limits. But thinking you were pretty was way different from being attracted to you. Ellie was sure Jesse would have her head for even mentioning taking you out on a date.

Still staring, Ellie watches quietly as you disappear into the kitchen. Her eyes go back down to look at the red, plastic cup in her hand, filled soda.

“Uh, I’m gonna go get more to drink,” Ellie calls out to Jesse who returns with a nod.

Ellie stands and walks over to the kitchen doorway, peaking her head in slightly. You had you back turned to her, looking out the window with a glass of water in your hand and you other hand against the dip of your hip.

Clearing her throat for you to hear, Ellie watches as you jump slightly. You turn you head to look at her with your hand against your chest and a face looking like you were about to scold someone.

“Jesus, Ellie.”

“Sorry.” She smiles and steps into the kitchen, placing her cup down on the marble counter.

“What happened? Is Jesse getting boring?”

Ellie lets out a small, breathy laugh and bows her head before looking back up at you in amusement, “Something like that… I actually was just gonna get more beer.”

You eye the girl in front of you carefully with a smile playing at your lips as you lean against the counter, “But, your cup is full.”

Ellie looks down at her shoes with a smirk. You caught her red handed. You let your eyes wander up and down her body and the way she fidgets only slightly with her feet, avoiding eye contact. Ellie was never one to get nervous, but here she is.

“Do you remember that time you helped me study for my algebra test and I gave you a kiss on the cheek after I got a hundred?”

The girl in front of you smiles at the thought, “Of course, I remember. You were cuter then.”

“Shut up.” You let out a laugh, “You know, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on you around that time.”

Ellie cocks her head to the side, “Oh, I knew you had a crush on me.”

You almost spit out your drink, “What? Since when?”

“For a while,” Ellie smirks. “It was kind of obvious.”

You take a deep breath and smile again, “Yeah, I guess I didn’t work hard enough to hide it. I’m sure your new girlfriends in college would kill me if they knew.”

Ellie raises her eyebrows and shakes her head, “No new girlfriends. But I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if they knew you were Jesse’s little sister.”

“No new girlfriends?”

“Nope.”

“And why’s that?”

She shrugs and shakes her head again, eyes staring directly at yours before looking back down at the laces of her shoes. How could she be with anyone else when all she can think about is you all the time? You were the reason why her relationships never lasted any longer that a month back then. It drives her crazy.

“Ellie,” you call.

“Hm?” she hums. The way her name slips your mouth makes her heart feel fuzzy. For a moment, that’s all she can think about but after a few seconds she remembered how that boy, who talked to Jesse just earlier, kept looking at you out the window. Her green eyes meet yours once again, “That guy wont stop looking at you.”

You stop and think for a second before putting the palm of your hand to your face, “Don’t even get started with him.”

“What happened,” Ellie asks, watching you carefully. “Don’t tell me you dated him.”

You let a sigh escape your lips, “Just a fling, Ellie. No strings attached. Besides, I told him not to contact me anymore.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it.”

Ellie’s tone catches you slightly off guard. You keep a close eye on her, watching as she fidgets with her ring and pinky finger, avoiding your gaze.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

The girl in front of you doesn’t say a word. A part of you is delighted that the girl you’ve been crushing on for a while now has feelings for you. Another part of you feels blue with the fact that the girl, who now has feelings for you, is one of your brother’s bestest friends.

“Oh, Ellie,” you step forward, slowly placing a hand against the side of her face softly, caressing her cheek with your thumb. “I don’t date my brother’s friends.”

Ellie stares at you, hypnotized by the way your lips moved and how close your body was to hers.

“Then why’d you date him?” she says softly, laced with slight jealousy.

“Like I said, Ellie,” you smile. “Just a fling.”

Ellie continues to stare down at your face. It takes all of her strength to ignore her impulsive side and not kiss you right then and there. Your hand on her face feels warm and she just wants you to keep it them for as long as you can.

Unfortunately, you let her go and back up as soon as the two of you heard footsteps coming your way.

Your ex stands at at the doorway, suspiciously eyeing the both of you. His eyes dart to Ellie then back at you as he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Hey, (y/n),” he calls out. “Can I talk to you? Alone, I mean.”

Ellie stands up straight and picks her cup back up from the counter, heading towards the fridge, “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just getting a drink.”

You watch Ellie peak her head into the fridge, seemingly looking for something to take. You look over to your ex and shrug as you take a sip of your soda.

“What do you wanna talk about?”

“I’ve been texting you,” he says as he eyes the girl at the fridge. “We on for another date? You can wear your favorite dress and I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go.”

You roll your eyes at him and scoff. You’ve made it very clear to him that you didn’t want to interact with him afterwards. You watch as Ellie steps away from the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of beer before placing it down on the counter. You can’t see her eyes, but you can practically steam coming out of her ears.

There were a few more moments of awkward silence before you speak up again, wanting to get rid of him immediately and tease Ellie at the same time.

“Hey, what was that place you, uh, wanted to take me to? Italian?” you ask him with a sultry voice, taking a few steps close to him.

“Oh, the one with the lights?”

“Yeah, yeah, lights and stuff…” you say, reaching out to play with his necklace as he smirks at you. “What was it called?”

“Valentina’s,” he replies slowly, smirk growing wider by the second, buying your fake flirting.

You can practically feel Ellie’s eyes boring into the back of your head as you continued to flirt with him right in front of her.

Your lips curved into a devious smile as you pulled away from him slowly, letting go of the thin chain that wrapped around loosely on his neck before turning over to the girl behind you. You step into her personal space, bodies so close together that they were almost touching.

“You can take me there,” you say, looking up at Ellie with a sly smile, playing with the buttons of her unbuttoned flannel, “What do you say? Pick me up at ten?”

Ellie stares at you. How could she turn that down?

“Yeah, ten is good,” she says, smirking slightly as she glances up at the guy you were just talking to.

Ellie watches him curse and walk away, infuriated at what he had just witnessed. Footsteps fade away and after deciding to ignore him, Ellie turns to look down at you once again.

You stand still and your eyes were no longer looking up at her. All she could see, feel and smell was the top of your head, hair giving off a fresh scent of some fruity shampoo you’ve been using lately, and your small hands still playing with her buttons and the graphic tee she wore underneath it. You were still so close to her and it was surely driving her more towards the edge.

“Hey,” Ellie says.

“Oh, sorry.”

You look up and smile as you were about to step away from her, pulling your hand back away from her shirt. To your surprise, Ellie grabs your wrist and pulls you closer as close as possible, the front of your body pressing against hers.

“What are you doing?” you ask her.

“I’ll show you.”

Before you know it, Ellie slips her arm behind your waist and presses her lips against yours. You melt at her touch, wrapping your arms around her neck pulling her deeper into the kiss. Her teeth sinks down to your bottom lip softly, making you moan in surprise. Ellie takes that opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, groaning against you. Your tongues clash and fight each other with breathy moans before Ellie suddenly pulls away from you.

“What?”

You can see Ellie’s eyes staring right past you, towards the doorway of the kitchen with a serious look on her face. Her jaw clenches for a second right under your nose as you gaze at her in confusion. It only takes a second for realization to hit you hard.

Pulling away from Ellie as quick as you can, as if it was any help to the situation, you turn around and stare at the figure behind you.

Jesse stands at the doorway with eyebrows furrowed and and his jaw hanging slightly.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

a/n: hehehehhehehe ok as i was writing, i realized it wasnt really ellie “helping” and i’m rlly sorry if u didn’t enjoi it :< ty for reading

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[eremiie]

hbd cornelius springer <3

❥ nsfw | 3.2k words | connie x fem!reader

❥ content - blowjob

❥ the birthday boy deserves some birthday head!!!

happy birthday connie springer, and happy belated birthday @arlerted ily both a whole lot <3... i started this at like 4am so pls bare with this

"you enjoying your birthday?"

connie turns around at the sound of your voice, soda can in hand while he closes the fridge door.

the way his face lights up when he connects your voice to your face makes you beam. his eyes get wide, eyebrows rise up, and a crooked smile graces his features as you walk forth, your hand trailing against the kitchen counter.

it makes you smile, the ways he's immediately stoked to see you. it's endearing if anything and your heart flutters at the excitement that twinkles in his eyes at your appearance.

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

his stupid smile shifts into a small smirk and he picks up his drink to take another sip. "what're you lookin' at?"

seriously? were you that obvious?

he leans back against the corner of the kitchen counter, twirling the soda can in his hand to shake his drink up while steadying himself with his elbows. you can tell the question was one he was genuinely waiting on an answer for— it was to just rile you up and one for him to shrug off with a 'just messin'.

you roll your eyes. there was no reason to give him an ego. "your ugly party hat." your tone is snarky, and a breathy laugh leaves connie's throat as he shakes his head at you. he beckons with two slender fingers.

"come 'ere."

your stomach turns at the gesture— no at the sentence and you curse the slight stubbornness that keeps you standing where you stood with your arms crossed. "what?"

connie holds your gaze easily, and instead of giving you an answer his hand reaches out to pull you towards him by your forearm.

you stumble forward until you were situated between his feet, a strong hand encasing your wrists and his breath fanning across your face from the proximity of you and connie.

his eyes look more hazel up close, green and yellow dancing like a fiery bright fire. you can feel the denim of his jeans rub against the fat flesh of your thighs from where you stand, and connie makes no effort to move back.

it's a clear invasion of your space but neither you or him seem to mind— and you hope connie didn't take the way your heart jumps in your chest and your suddenly uneven breathing as a sign that you did mind. no, it was the exact opposite of that if anything.

"are you enjoying the party?" his voice comes out a little too smooth for your liking. where was the slight cracks in his voice as he spoke or the lilts in his tone as he tried his best to be a flirt?

the way he looks at you doesn't help. his eyes are low lying, having trouble staying focused on only just yours. you notice them flit a little lower every now and then before popping back up to match your gaze.

you hoped you came off as unbothered— stable and unfazed by his sudden demeanor. if it wasn't obvious by now your slight attraction to connie was something that you couldn't seem to let go of ever since you had first met him.

you hated how goofy he was and how the lame jokes he'd crack would always make you laugh regardless of how stupid. you hated how  somehow he'd always coerce you to do the handy work when it came to class projects because he was too lazy to get up off his own ass and help you. you hated how even through all these little silly quirks of his if he really wanted to with a few slip ups here and there he could make the hairs on your arms stand and have you stop breathing just from a slick look and slick sentence.

you hated all these things because they all made you feel gushy inside no matter how dumb it was. they made your body warm and gave you this comforting feeling that you couldn't get from anyone else.

so when connie repeats another "hm?" catching you off guard for the second time, that warm feeling returns because this time the pads of his fingers drum against your shoulder, a little to close to the junction near your neck.

"as long as ymir and sash keep me entertained, then yeah. this little 'party' isn't that bad." your quick with your response this time once he sets you back on track and you calm a bit.

"so ymir 'n sash are the life of the party for ya?" he pouts, and you scrunch your nose up when he leans in a little more, a mock pitiful expression on his face. "damn, 'n i'm supposed to be the birthday boy... that's crazy."

you can tell he's a little under the influence. despite it being his birthday he was actual one out of a few to keep their drinking at a light tonight. you couldn't say the same for armin who was currently passed out and curled up at the safety of mikasa's side on the large sofa, or for reiner who was last crying to ymir before she managed to 'shut the fuck up jockey' him as you walked pass.

you liked it like this though, liked to know that the interactions between you and connie weren't entirely the alcohol talking.

but it wasn't like it was ever really anything but him talking when he got more than comfortable with you.

light touches up the soft skin of your thighs, moving you around by placing his hands on your waist (where you must say they fit like a puzzle), or attacking you in tickles when he decided to crash at you and sasha's place and you wouldn't pass up the remote.

those were all connie, but it was nice to know that the person in front of you was mostly connie as well.

"you are... you just haven't been keeping me company as you should have." you lift up a hand right in front of his face and pretend to inspect your nails before dropping four fingers down to your palm and turning your nails to you once again.

connie let's out a low laugh at the gesture before using his own palm to cup the top of your hand. you expect him to push it down and let go but he only holds it in his grip with that same dumb smile plastered on his face as he doesn't fail to keep eye contact with you.

"ha-ha, so funny. you act like we didn't dance together," you recall the memory of connie hoisting you up from the couch and spinning you around until your backside was pressed against him, asking you to 'dance'. if anything that encounter is probably what encouraged the tingle between your legs and pushed you to follow connie into the kitchen. "sit together for like a good ass while, and play cards together— cheating together i might add."

you giggle, "did eren not realize that practically half the deck was under my ass and in your pockets?" connie reciprocates your giggle in his cheery tone and he raises the soda can to his lips again to empty it out inside his mouth.

"nah, but for real, what more company do you need?"

in the back of your head you had a solid idea of the kind of company you needed from connie, but you weren't even sure if your mind was quick enough to formulate it into a sentence that sounded appealing to the ears, enticing even.

a dramatic sigh leaves your lips and your hands come up to connie's head, one index plucking at the thin string below his chin and the other one holding the loud party hat until you were pulling it off and fiddling with it in your hand.

connie's hand automatically comes to rub at the short grey strands with a small frown at the absence of his hat. he stands up straight so he's peering down at you and his arm swings over your shoulder as he begins walking the two of you towards the exit to the kitchen abandoning his empty can of soda. "what?"

you slow down your pace so that he slows down and pull his arm from around you just as quickly as he placed it there massaging his knuckles in the process.

the eagerness to stay alone with him and not go back out where the chatters of all your friends would become tenfold is what makes you more bold, is what makes you back connie up towards the kitchen island until your practically leaning on him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes and saying, "just wanna be alone with you for a minute..." you hesitate for a moment before beginning to speak again, "i gotta present for you, but we gotta go upstairs."

it's like your words alone manage to somewhat crack the demeanor he had going on. how his mouth slightly parts and how his body tenses up slightly tells you. you're thankful for the small adrenaline rush a measly walk to the archway gave you.

"shit, what's upstairs?" you relish in how he feeds into your words instead of stuttering under pressure and his hand moves to the small of your back pulling you even closer.

it's noticeable that he likes to feel your skin on his, and his hands are warm against the skin of your hip, practically singeing it with just his touch. it sends a hot feeling throughout your body and you indulge in him some more, fully enveloping your hand with his free one and giving a nice smile.

"if you come with me then it'll be me and you," and he lets you pull him along like a dog on a leash, sticking as close to its owner as possible as he's so close behind you that you can feel him up against your back as you begin to nonchalantly walk past your group of friends conversing in the living room.

for you it's easy to ignore their remarks and looks of 'finally'. after all, you knew they were coming. but connie couldn't, shooting silly faces to his audience as he lets you pull him along.

"they're finally fucking."

"go, birthday boy!"

"gettin' some birthday pussy!"

"_______, bite his dick off for me!"

the only phrase to elicit some sort of reaction from you is the mumbly one from sasha from whatever was in her mouth as she encouraged you to injure connie.

all the phrases seem to get one out of connie, from him pretending to fuck you from behind causing you to pinch the tan skin of his wrist to him making kissy faces at jean, eren, and even to ymir who further encouraged you to take a chomp out of his little friend.

you lead him through his bedroom door, immediately locking it because you know he'll forget and then turning to face him again.

when you turn back around connie's still looming over you, his hands lankily at his sides and it's as if he doesn't know what to do with them.

it makes you titter, and you take a step towards him pulling at his wrists place his hands back on your hips. "so what's my present?"

your hands come up to come his face and his skin is soft under your touch. he's warm and his breathing is unsteady as you lean forward to press your lips onto his.

he quickly returns the kiss, more fervently than you if anything. connie immediately groans as if the feeling of your lips on his was something he was craving.

connie pushes you against the door, a small thud eliciting from the way your back hits it and he lets go of your hips to cup your face and bring you deeper into the kiss.

the way he presses up so close against you makes you part your lips slightly giving him enough time to slip his tongue into your mouth until it's slotted alongside yours.

his knee parts your legs and bump against your crotch making you moan and let go of his face, holding onto his shoulders instead.

you pull back to breathe for a brief moment— and connie's eyes are overcast with lust. he doesn't have that twinkle from earlier and his grip on your hips is tighter than it was a few seconds ago.

he breathes heavily and rests his forehead against yours then dropping his knee. "that wasn't all i get for my birthday, right?"

with another roll of your eyes you shake your head. "it'd be a little rude of me to leave you like this, yeah?"

you slide down the wall until your knees hit the carpet and sit back on your shins. your delicate hands slide down connie's chest until the tips of your fingers are brushing over the buckle of his belt.

"yeah," connie's eyes flutter shut and he places a hand on the door to once again steady himself. "'d be real fuckin' rude of you."

your hands make work of his belt, unclasping the loop, unzipping the zipper and unbuttoning his pants to begin shrugging down the denim.

you had barely even started doing anything yet connie's mouth was slightly parted in anticipation. it was amusing how even the slightest touch from you could elicit a reaction out of him.

you pride yourself in this, and you take your time letting your fingertips massage the length of connie's clothed cock beneath his boxers. his body stutters overtop of you for a quick second and you move your hands to the hem of his boxers to begin pulling them down.

he's pretty; a slightly flushed tip that complimented the tan color of his skin. he's clearly already hard and you swear when your hand wraps around him his dick twitches in your touch. "god," he mumbles.

his dick is heavy in your hand, and he's thick to the touch. with a few test pumps you prop yourself up on your knees once more and place a hand over his thigh. "c'mon," his tone is encouraging yet hurrying, needy.

you click your tongue at him before using it to kitten lip his tip, like you were just trying to get a taste. connie hisses above you and drops his hand down to the top of your head.

"c'mon, we can't take too long with everyone still down there."

you know he's only saying so because he wants to feel your mouth around him. he's only being needy because it's something he'd been craving over the course of a few months. you are something he had been craving and now that you were under him he wanted all of you, starting with what you were willing to give which happened to be your pretty throat.

nevertheless, he's the birthday boy and you want to help pleasure him, making him feel a euphoric feeling that you know he's longed for.

you stick your tongue out and slap his tip against the flat of your tongue, and connie lets out another short groan, his fingers scrunching your hair.

connie shudders from above you and you almost feel bad for teasing him. you let the warmth of your mouth consume him completely— well, as far as you can while your hand works at the remainder.

"yeah, yeah..." he hums and he opens his eyes  again to look down at you.

your mouth around him felt heavenly, and the image of you sucking him off was even better; cheeks hollowed out and hand pumping his length.

you were so pretty.

connie brings the hand in your hand down to your cheek to feel himself through the skin, his tip pressed up against the inside of your cheek as he slightly rolls his hips forward to fuck in your mouth gently.

you pull off of him, pushing spit to the front of your mouth and letting your saliva drip onto his cock.

"fuck, you can't do that," he whines and rubs his tip against your lips until you open up again for him and his hand returns to your hair. "stick your tongue out."

you obey. using the leverage he has on your locks, he pushes deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head as he thrusts forward. small moans leave connie's lips. he's infatuated with the way your tongue slides against his underside as you try your best to relax your throat to let him in.

he loves it, loves how your mouth is so wet and sloppy around him, how it feels so good to be inside you— and he wants to feel every part of you, not stopping at your mouth.

saliva drips from the corner of your mouth and you try to suppress the gags that try to come up. you whimper from underneath connie, and he pulls out to give you a minute to breath.

it's funny how he's breathing harder then you his chest heaving. "that fuckin' mouth,"

you give a slight smile at the compliment, pleased to know you were pleasing him.

"i need it s'more."

what kind of person would you be if you didn't give the birthday boy what he wanted?

so you give him more, using connie's thighs to keep yourself steady, relaxing yourself and breathing through your nose as you let connie fuck your mouth.

he becomes erratic, the grip he has on your hair is slightly painful but you know he's too caught up in his lust, too caught up in the haven that was your throat.

he's so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't warn you when he's about to cum and you only know by the way his cum spills down your throat making you cough and pull off of him.

what you could only assume was a "sorry" comes from him as he calms down, pulling up his boxers and jeans but forgetting to buckle his belt. his hand reached out for you to grab it.

you take it and he pulls you up until you're almost at his height again, that same dumb smile on his face. "did you like your present?" you hum after you clear your throat.

"duh..." his thumb comes up to wipe at the saliva around your mouth before pushing the digit between your lips. you waste no time entertaining him, sucking your spit up and popping off of his thumb. "you thinkin' you could gimme something else though?"

you snort, "what happened to we couldn't take too long cause everyone's downstairs?"

"i'm still hard, it's my birthday, i really don't give a fuck who's downstairs." his words contradict his earlier statement but you brush it off, pulling him by the string of his jacket and pressing another peck to his lips.

"get in the bed birthday boy."

[teddy06writes]

I Told You It Was A Dumbass Plan

requested by Outsiders Anon: "Aloha, outsiders anon back at it again. So what if the police tried to attack or take in one of the gang and Y/N was just not having it and smacked an officer? You can honestly go with any of the outsiders gang for this, could even do it for any of the socs. Obviously, you can not write for this if u don't want to! Thanks again! ❤️"

Dallas Winston x Reader, Sodapop x reader {either can be romantic or platonic, it's all just implied, but flirting comes from them both}

trigger warnings: swearing, yelling

premise: You catch Soda in the act of being taken in (pretty much just for keeping Dally from getting taken in), and try to stop him, and Dallas, while your at, from getting hauled in by the cops

{If ain't no one got be, outsiders anon got me! Mans gives me an excuse to say ACAB BABY}

{Also please give me more ily}

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It had started off as a regular trip down to the DX, right? You'd just gone to grab a coke, and see Soda and Steve. That was all you planned on doing.

Of course, coming around the corner to the DX and finding both Soda and Dallas outside, arguing with a cop really changed things.

"This is a place of business! You can't arrest a customer!" Soda was yelling.

"You watch your mouth young man! This boy was soliciting and I am to arrest the solicitors!"

As the officer gestured to Dallas, it was then that you realized he was in handcuffs.

"He didn't do anything wrong!" Soda argued.

"Really?" The police officer started to grab another pair of handcuffs from his belt, "Because he seemed to be in here a long time! Longer than a customer who planned on paying!"

"He's a pal of mine! We were talking! Dal wouldn't steal from a pal! Right Dal?"

"Stop rhyming!" Dallas hissed, "Your not helping!"

"I'm doing best Dallas! I don't know what you want me to tell this pig!"

"That's it," The cop decided, "Your coming in too."

You rolled your eyes, hurrying over, "Excuse me sir! Is there a problem here? These two weren't doing anything!"

"Actually, this is a thief and his accomplice, and I suggest you carry on." The officer sneered.

"Sodapop works at this DX station, he isn't an accomplice! And Dallas would never swipe anything from this store!" You objected.

"A friend of yours I presume?" The cop asked, turning to Dallas.

He nodded, "Yeah, they- uh- they normally bail me out..."

"Too bad no one will bail you out this time!"

"Excuse me?" You scoffed, "I've done nothing wrong, just the same as these boys!"

"It's no use Dollface. Krupkie here cuffs everyone." Dallas sighed.

"Sodapop is on the clock! You can't arrest him! And I haven't done anything!" You protested as the cop began to handcuff Soda.

Soda watched as the cuffs locked around his wrists, "Darry's gonna kill me..."

"He is literally still supposed to be working!" You continued to yell, "This is insane!"

"Listen, you just stop talking-"

You cut the officer off by smacking him, straight across the face, "YOURE A PRICK! WHO THE FUCK LOCKS UP KIDS FOR NO REASON? THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Dally grinned as you continued to beat on the man, "Wooo!"

Soda laughed, trying to clap despite the restraints on his wrists, "Get 'is ass Babe!"

Yeah, it didn't take long for you to wind up between the boys in the back of a cop car, Soda tilting your head this way and that with his cuffed hands, "Yeah- it'll bruise. Your gonna have a hell of a black eye, Babe."

"You know, that was all of assaulting a minor, right?" Dallas asked, leaning forward to the cop.

"Shut up Winston!"

"Your a real sorry excuse of a person you know! Bruisin' their pretty face like that!"

"I said shut up Winston!" He yelled.

Dally leaned back in his seat, looking over at you. You shook your head, "It's fine, Dal."

"It's not fine though," Soda insisted, "That prick's givin ya a black eye! And I can't even use my call to call Darry!"

"Why not?" You frowned.

"Gotta call outta work." He mumbled.

Dallas snorted, "I'll call Tim then."

"And when he refuses to pick us up, I'll call Darry." You offered.

"Yeah, and tell him how we got into this?" He scoffed, "Good luck."

"It was a dumbass idea." Soda agreed.

"Well it was better than doing nothing!" You argued.

Dallas laughed, "Plus you got to deck a cop."

Reluctantly, Soda nodded, "It was kinda hot."

"Shut up! All three of you!"

Needless to say when Darry came to pick you up from the station, he was less than thrilled.

[mike-wheel]

Hi! So i wrote a vv messy one shot about 7 year old Mike Wheeler proposing to Will :) It’s not my best work but i thought it was cute and i wanted to share

“Shut up! He did not!” Max laughed

“He totally did!” Dustin laughed

“Babe, what compelled you to eat 3 worms?” Max asked Lucas, still laughing at him

“Mike dared me too! He said he’d give me 5 bucks!”

“That didn’t mean you had to do it! You’re just stupid dude!” Mike laughed

“Yeah well…you had proposed to Will in 2nd Grade!” Lucas suddenly retaliated

Mike flushed a little pink in the cheeks. Max and El stared at him laughing, Dustin looked confused and Will surprised.

“Holy shit! You did! I cant believe I almost forgot. You had proposed to me.” Will giggled, giving Mike a little shove in the arm.

“You have to tell us the story stalker!”

“Yeah why haven’t I been told of this?” Dustin questioned

“Because, Lucas had sworn not to mention it, asshole.” Mike sneered

“Well he has to tell us the story now.” El chimed in

“Agreed”

“Okay, okay, so basically-“

“Hey! No you said we wouldn’t talk about this!”

“Shut up Mike” Will said. Mike shut his mouth, crossed his arms and dramatically rolled his eyes.

“So basically, we were walking down the hall to the nurses office after Mike lost his tooth and he was going all..”

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“Lucas, Lucas, Lucas!” Mike exclaimed, jumping up and down

“Yeah Mike?” Lucas had become friends with Will during art, and apparently being friends with Will meant you were friends with Mike too. He didn’t mind, he liked him, he was just annoying sometimes.

“I just had the best idea…well aren’t you gonna ask what it is?”

“What is it?”

“I’m gonna ask Will to marry me!”

That wasn’t the best idea Mike ever had. Lucas thought the best idea was when Mike told him to use his licorice as a straw for his soda. It was a good idea though, except that

“Mike you’re 7.”

“I know, but we won’t get married right away, when we’re like 16 or something! And I’m gonna need your help! You have to come over early on Wednesday, please!”

“Hm fine, you have to give me half of your halloween candy stash though.”

“Okay” Mike grumbled as he opened the door to the nurses office

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Lucas knocked on the Wheelers door and was immediately met with a frustrated Mike, who shoved flowers into his hand. “Here hold these.” He was struggling with a bow tie, that Lucas had seen him wear on Thanksgiving. He eventually gave up and lead him to the basement.

There was a fort set up, with lights hanging in it.

“Nancy help me set it up” He said proudly

“Wills gonna love it” He said back, noticing that there were more drawings hung on Mikes wall and it was quite messy down here.

“Okay so you have to give him the flowers, say they’re from me obviously, and then bring him down here and i’m gonna ask him in the fort!” He explained, he was still struggling with his bowtie.

“Your hairs messy.” Lucas pointed at Mikes tangled hair.

“Oh no!” Mike patted his hair and then grabbed Lucas’s arm, pulling him up the steps “Help me brush it cmon!”

A little while later, after they fixed Mikes hair, Will had arrived. Mike ran down the basement stairs and Lucas to the door.

“Hello Sir William, these are for you, from Mike.” He said in the fanciest voice he could manage, handing the yellow flowers, that looked like they were picked out of Mrs. Wheelers garden, to Will.

“Hey Lucas! Thanks! They’re pretty” Will admired the flowers, giving them a sniff. “Where’s Mike?”

“Down the stairs! Follow me!” Will ran after Lucas. In the basement, Mike was standing in front of the fort, his bowtie was still crooked, and a ring in his hand.

“Hey Mike! Thanks for the flowers.” Will said, wrapping Mike in a hug. Mike then tugged him into the blanket fort and Lucas not knowing where to go, sat down on the couch listening to the two boys “This is cool! Did you and Lucas build it?”

“Nope, I did, and Nancy helped me.”

“Oh, I like the lights, I should get some for Castle Byers.”

“Thanks! And yeah you definitely should. But anyway I have a question to ask you Will.”

“Okay”

“I think you’re super cool Will” Lucas noted that Mike sounded super nervous, “…and smart and you’re super good at art- oh and pretty! So I wanted to know if you would marry me?” Mike handed Will the ring he had stolen from his mom, it didn’t fit either of them, but neither cared.

Will looked pleasantly surprised. Mike had to explain to Will that they wouldn’t get married right away, and that they would when they were older. Once Will got it, he said yes and they started planning their wedding, calling Lucas to come into the fort to help.

Eventually Joyce came to pick Will up. Will shoved the ring in his jacket pocket and gave Mike a big hug goodbye. He waved goodbye to Lucas and followed his Mom out to the car.

After he left, Mike started jumping up and down once again “He said yes! He said yes!”

Lucas didn’t remember a lot of specifics about that day, except that he remembered that was the happiest Lucas had ever seen Mike those few months he had known him.

“And then, Mike had to ask Will back for the ring like two days later because his mom wanted it back.” Lucas laughed as he finished the story

“Wow Michel you were quite the romantic.” Max remarked

“Yeah Mike, I cant believe I almost forgot.” Will smiled at him, “So when’s the wedding love?” Will teased, leaving Mike a little pink in the cheeks.

I hope you like’s it!! Thank you to my bestie @paladin-n-cleric for helping me come up with this ily <33

[feliix]

halloween hookup ↠ lee minho

↠ CEO!Minho x Reader

↠ Genre: Smut, fluff(ish), coworkers 2 lovers

↠ Rating: M (18+)

↠ Word Count: 4.9k

↠ Summary: The details of your company Halloween bash are all a blur once you wake the next morning, well, at least until you notice your boss Lee Minho lying beside you in an unfamiliar bed.

↠ Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, semi-public sex, nudes (but not the kind you think of lmao), dum/sub themes, mentions of alcohol and drinking. (though this fic does not include sexual intercourse following the consumption of alcohol, please remember to drink responsibly and that consent is not consent if you are under the influence!)

↠ A/N: here’s to spooky season and minho day (even though i’m a day late oopsie). and as always thank you to @jinterlude​ for beta reading ily ♡

The bright morning sun creeps through your curtains, scattering light through your bedroom and grazing your bare skin with its rays. A peaceful way to start your Saturday morning, you muse, snuggling deeper into your bed. As you come to your senses, you notice something is quite off. The room smells stale, your sheets feel slightly more scratchy than usual, and something is weighing down over your waist.

Your eyes snap open, realizing that the object weighing down your waist is in fact, someone's arm. The sheets you’re lying over are not yours, and the odd aroma that’s filling the room can not compare to the sweet scent of your own apartment. As if that isn’t bad enough, you’re not able to identify whose arm is slung over your body, pulling your waist backward against their warm bare chest.

Where am I?

Without waking up the unknown man, you carefully shift your weight to release yourself from his grasp. You take your head into your hands, gently massaging your temples trying to relieve the hangover paging through your brain.

The memories from the previous night are stale in your mind. You rack your brain, trying to come up with some reason as to why you’re here and exactly how you yourself got into this position. You sit up in bed, cautiously wrapping the sheets over your body. It seems like a dream or distant illusion, and you can’t quite piece together how it all went down.

You remember being at the company Halloween bash, you remember having useless small talk with a bunch of your coworkers, playing some stupid game that definitely would have been better if it involved some alcohol, and then it got even lamer, so you left with Minho.

Oh my gosh. You left with Minho. As in your boss, Lee Minho.

Your head whips around your body to look at the sleeping body lying next to you as if you’re expecting to see anyone else placed beside you. The memories of what happened last night come flooding back to you, and it went something like this.

The party was held in your office conference room, which was just big enough to squeeze all 20 people in your department into one space, but small enough where you would bump up against the person next to you if you moved too abruptly. Various types of appetizers and finger foods lined the long meeting table which stretched the entire length of the room. There was also a small end table in the corner topped with various types of soda, a bowl of punch, and some booze that George from IT brought. Not that you would ever drink at an office party, that was way too risky.

A few girls from HR had decided to decorate with some cut out pumpkins they printed off some computer paper and orange streamers that were probably leftover from your last boss's going away party.

After your last boss had left, your company hired Lee Minho, a young business professional from a different location that your company owned. Mr. Lee was a pretty laid back guy compared to your last boss. It was pretty weird having a boss as young as Mr. Lee, but he always made sure to bring some fun into the workplace whenever he could, like this Halloween bash for instance. Not to mention, he was the most attractive boss you'd ever had. All the other female employees seemed to agree, swooning over him with every opportunity that they were given.

Mr. Lee also really enjoyed flirting with his employees, male and female. It was hard to tell if he was being nice or just hitting on you the first time he complimented your outfit. The next time he complimented your blouse you noticed his eyes wandering down to your boobs, and you knew it was not just an innocent compliment, but hey, he was attractive so you were definitely not complaining about it.

The feeling of your phone vibrating in your back pocket of your denim skirt startled you, causing you to jump before fumbling your hands back to reach for the device.

Mr. Lee: I like your cat ears ;)

The sides of your lips lifted into a small smirk before picking your head up to look for Minho across the room. He gave you a small smile and finished his gesture off with a wink before you looked back down, sliding open your phone and responding.

Y/N: thanks! where's your costume? corporate won't let you join in on the fun for once :(

Mr. Lee was dressed in his usual attire, some black dress pants, and a black button-down, but accompanied by a very festive orange and black halloween tie. The slender fit of his shirt made his shoulders look especially broad in comparison to his narrow waist.

Before you could even look up from your phone Minho was standing by your side with a cup of punch in each hand, tilting his head towards one of the glasses to offer it up to you. Nodding your head, you smiled a thank you and took the red cup from his grasp.

You coolly leaned your back against the wall behind you, trying to stay out of the way of all the useless chatter going on between the coworkers surrounding you. Mr. Lee was quick to follow suit, sliding his legs down a little further away from the wall so he could match your height.

"This party is kind of lame," he whispered in your ear, earning him a small grin and soft chuckle from you. Most of the employees at your office were much older than you, so it was hard for you to connect with them. They all had their own families and children, where you had just become financially stable enough to move out of your parent’s house.

"You think anyone will notice if we leave?" You said sarcastically, playing along with his charade, just equally bored of the small talk your coworkers were making around you.

"Yeah, but I think I can get us out of it," he replied smoothly, pushing his back off of the wall and walked towards the conference room door, shooting you a quick wink before he made his exit. You had no idea what Minho had in store to get you out of this party but you sure hope it was good.

Not a minute later, the desk phone in the conference room began to ring. Everyone shot each other questioning glares, slightly confused as to who would be calling the office after hours on a Friday. Minho's secretary sauntered over to the phone before holding her index finger over her lips, signaling everyone around her to be quiet.

"Hello this is Amy," she said, cocking her head to the side and furrowing her brows, trying to understand what the caller was saying at the other end of the line. Her expression quickly changed to a small smile as she looked around the room, eyes landing on you before responding to the caller.

"I'll let her know. Thank you, Mr. Lee," Amy replied before hanging up the phone, "Y/N, Mr. Lee needs help with something and would like for you to meet him in his office as soon as possible."

Trying your hardest not to let a smirk creep onto your face, you nodded your head and placed your unfinished drink down on the table. Curious to see what Minho had in-store to get you out of the party, you made your way out of the conference room and to his office.

Peeking through the office window, you saw Minho seated at his desk on his phone. His legs were crossed with his feet placed upon the surface in front of him. The small lamp on his desk dimly illuminated the room, reflecting some light off of his shiny black shoes. He raised his head, eyes wandering away from his phone as you cracked open the door to his office.

"Mr. Lee, you needed help with something?" You inquired sweetly, giving him a grin while making your way into the room.

"Ah, I've been waiting for you." He joked smiling back at you, "Shut the door behind you." You obliged, carefully wrapping your fingers around the handle and closing the door lightly, sure to not make a sound.

"Is everything alright?" You asked, moving closer to Minho as he swung his legs off the desk and placed his feet on the ground.

"Well I figured we could have our own fun, that party was so lame," he said, holding his hand out for you to take. You hesitated, wondering where this was going but you took his hand in yours, curious to find out. He pulled you in closer so your frame stood between his legs, making your heart jump in your chest.

"What did you have in mind?" You smirked, feeling your body beginning to grow warm with anticipation.

"Hmm," he started, patting his thigh for you to take a seat on, "something not so spooky I suppose."

A knot began to form in your throat, causing you to swallow hard before stuttering out the word "Spooky?" and sitting down on his thigh.

Minho softly chuckled, "I've never seen anyone look so sexy in cat ears before, you were driving me insane in there."

Your breathing hitched as he placed a hand on your thigh, gently stroking your skin up to the hem of your skirt. "Is this okay, baby girl?" His eyebrow raised in question, watching your expression shift into a flustered one. You keened at the pet name, feeling heat rush right to your cheeks. Slowly, you nodded your head in response, unable to trust your voice in a time like this.

"Um, I didn't know you thought about me this way Mr. Lee," you stifled out while uncomfortably shifting around on his lap. Minho caught his bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing a low groan before shifting his body as well, feeling his member harden as he leaned further back into his chair.

"Call me Minho," he smirked, brushing his thumb over your cheek and to your hair, sweeping it over your shoulder.

"O-Okay," you stammered, growing flustered from his sweet yet sensual actions.

"Do you think about me this way, baby girl?" He said smugly, almost as if he knew the response you would be giving him in return.

"Yes, Minho," you unknowingly admitted. The words felt foreign coming out of your mouth, it felt odd calling your boss by his first name. But in some weird way, you liked knowing that he felt more turned on by you compared to the other female coworkers that were desperate for his attention.

"What do you think about, hmm?" Minho hummed, a short smirk fixed on his face. Your eyes widened in embarrassment, choking back a whimper as his hand brushed up past the hem of your skirt. Biting your lip in an attempt to control your breath, his hand wandered higher, pushing your skirt further up to expose your panties.

His long fingers grazed the fabric of the underwear over your core. Letting out a short gasp, you quickly brought your hand up to cover your mouth to muffle the sound. Dragging his fingers along the growing wetness on your panties, Minho kept his eyes locked on your expression.

"I, I think about how nice you always look in your dress clothes," you stuttered, "but I really wonder what you look like under them."

Ending the statement confidently, it seemed as if someone else had taken control of your tongue. Minho raised his eyebrows, smirk still plastered on his face from his prior question. As you felt the bulge in his pants begin to protrude under you, he shifted in his chair once again. He cleared his throat, loosening his tie in the process before speaking up.

"We should go somewhere more private." Minho suggested as he moved you off of his lap. "I don't want to be somewhere that anyone could find us," He finished before pacing towards the hall outside of his office. Following behind him you obliged, walking towards the door and into the corridor. Before you could get very far a faint voice sounded off down the hallway.

"Mr. Lee?" Minho's secretary called out from down the hall.

"Shit," he mumbled under his breath, grabbing your hand and swiftly pulling you into the nearest room to avoid Amy.

The copy room was dark. The small touchscreen on the copy machine and the light that peeked in through the small, rectangular window on the door barely lit the room enough for you to see what was right in front of you.

Breathing heavily, Minho pushed your back up against the door trying to remain out of sight as he followed suit beside you. The feeling of hiding from your coworker with your boss was thrilling, something that was easily so wrong, and definitely against HR policy, excited you.

"Mr. Lee? Are you still here?" Amy called from the hallway outside the copy room door. Minho's startled eyes wandered out the small window on the top of the door to see where his secretary could be.

"Fuck," he let out a deep breath before ducking away from the window.

Minho flipped his body so that he was facing you, placing his arms on either side of your head and his forehead resting on yours. He slowly brought his index finger to your lips, motioning you to stay quiet so you wouldn't be found.

Minho's warm, deep breaths met the skin of your cheeks, his long arm hovered over you, restricting you between his body and the wooden door behind you. The mere inches between your bodies left you craving for his touch yet again. You bit your lip to try and ease your breathing, looking up at Minho through your long eyelashes.

He placed his palm over your lips, trying to silence your deep breaths from the woman pacing around the corridor only a few feet away. His gaze was deep and sultry, it felt as though he was looking straight through you and directly to your thoughts. If only he knew the types of things going through your mind right now – such inappropriate things for an employee to think about their boss.

Tension grew as you stood there, body pressed against Minho’s as you waited for Amy to pass. Being in such close proximity to him was affecting you in ways you would've never imagined. Heat flooded to your core with each deep breath you took; Minho’s seductive stare only furthered your desire.

Without saying a word, Minho removed his hand from your mouth and replaced it with his own. The kiss caught you off guard, causing you to let out a small gasp in return. Minho smiled at your reaction, clearly satisfied with how he was taking you by surprise. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip asking for entrance, in which you easily obliged, slowly parting your lips and allowing him to kiss you even more passionately.

Minho’s knee found its place spreading your thighs apart slowly, teasing you as he rubbed it against your throbbing clit in the process. With slight hesitation, he quickly peeked his head up to the window one more time, making sure that the coast was clear before leaning back down to attach his lips to yours. His hands roamed your body down to the small of your back, pulling you in even closer to him.

Pressing your breasts to his chest, you slid your hand between your two bodies. Your hand found its way down to the bulge in his pants, lightly groping it before earning a moan of approval from him. Instinctively he began to grind into your hand, becoming even needier for your touch.

Minho’s breathing became instantly jagged from the moment you first touched his growing member. Perspiration began to gather at the top of Minho's exposed forehead, the small strands of dark hair framing his face hastily became damp. Your callous touch accompanied with sweet kisses to his lips sent Minho into a state of hunger; his demeanor instantly changed, electrifying the mood of the room.

Minho’s fingertips dragged down your body and to the hem of your blouse, tugging on it slightly before seeking approval to remove it from your body. There’s not enough time to respond before you were fiddling with the tie around his neck, loosening it and slipping it over his head to have better access to the buttons that lined his shirt. Your hands moved swiftly trying to undo each one before Minho's hands reached for his belt, causing you to bring your hands back to your own body.

In an unspoken rhythm, you both discarded your bottoms, leaving Minho standing naked as you wore just your silky black bra. A low moan left his lips as his hand cupped your breast, massaging gently before slipping his thumb underneath the thin fabric to play with your nipple. His touch left goosebumps all over your body, taking the sensation of his calloused fingertips against such a sensitive area.

You threw your head back in pleasure giving Minho access to your neck. Hungrily, he attached his lips just above your collarbone, sucking light marks into your skin. His hands moved to your back, unlatching the clasp of your bra and removing it from your body. The stimulation from both his lips and his fingers left your core aching for more, leaving moisture to accumulate between your thighs.

Without a second to spare, Minho’s hand’s were roaming down your body, parting your legs and dragging his finger down your wet slit. You moaned in response, keening into his touch as sweat began to gather on your brow.

With one quick swipe against your clit you were jumping at the contact. “Minho,” you moaned, “need your fingers inside me.”

A stern look crossed his face, making his seductive expression even more dark and lustful than before. “You have to be quiet,” his voice carried a serious tone as he placed a finger to your lips, “we don’t want Amy coming to look for us again, do we?” His question lingered as he leaned in closer to you, whispering the words softly, before leaving with a small nip to your earlobe causing you to shudder.

“Jump,” Minho ordered, grabbing your ass with each hand as you followed his request, jumping as his strong arms secured themselves around you. Each of your legs rested on each side of his body, gripping him tightly so you wouldn't fall. Minho held his body tightly up against you, taking his time by teasing you and dragging his member along your wet slit ever so slowly.

His hard member slid into you carefully, allowing you time to adjust to his size before pushing himself all the way in. You threw your head back against the wall in pleasure, becoming accustomed to the feeling of his hard shaft stretching out your walls. Slowly, Minho began pumping in and out of you at a slow pace. He was careful not to make too much noise, giving you slow and shallow thrusts before working his way to a faster pace.

He soon attached his lips to yours, moaning into the kiss as you basked in the taste of fruity residue left from the punch he was sipping on earlier. The room was becoming hot and stuffy, the window above you becoming cloudy as your bodies perspired. His movements were fluid and intentional, rocking you against the door as he held you tightly in his grip.

"Hold on," Minho whispered, pulling you off of the wall and walking towards the back of the room. His muscular arms held your body tightly against his, making sure no space was left between you.

Minho pulled out slowly, the sensation of your aching pussy berating your thoughts as he and let go of your legs. Your shaky legs were left to steady themselves on the ground, stumbling to hold onto Minho’s firm chest for support.. Grabbing you by your waist, he quickly turned your body to face the copy machine. In one swift motion you watched him lift open up the top of the machine, letting the beam of light underneath the glass panel illuminate your naked figure. His bare chest was placed flush against your back, standing so close that you could feel his racing heartbeat.

"Bend over," Minho ordered as his hand rested on the small of your back, guiding you to push your chest closer to the copy machine. Following his orders, you pressed your body against the machine, shivering from the cold sensation of the glass panel brushing against your sensitive nipples.

Minho grabbed onto your ass, squeezing it gently as he guided himself back into you. You let out a quiet whine, wrapping your fingers onto the sides of the copy machine to try and stabilize yourself. He returned back to a steady pace, rocking into you with ease while his firm hands caressed your back.

"Fuck Y/N," Minho moaned, "you're taking me so well."

His hand grabbed at your hair harshly, making a makeshift ponytail with his fist, as he pulled your head up. Arching your back, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan in reaction to the new depths Minho was reaching in your dripping core.

"I wanna hear you," Minho grunted between thrusts, his strokes becoming faster and harder. Incapable of using your words, you let out another whine squeezing your eyes shut completely, focused on the sensation of his thick member filling you up and the feeling of his hips hitting your ass with each plunge.

"I'm close," your voice was whiny and weak. Minho picked up his pace, snapping his hips harder into you as one hand left its position on your hip. The loss of contact made you whine, but his hand soon found its place between your legs. His fingers lightly brushed against your swollen clit, the sensation making you see stars. Legs beginning to shake, your grip on the copy machine became firmer, needing to hold onto something in order to steady yourself. The added pleasure from his fingers sent you spiraling, choking you up and causing your eyes to water in bliss.

"Come for me Y/N, I wanna feel you cum all over my cock," he grunted, his voice low and sensual. Moving his hand faster, your clit was rolled between his fingertips. Your orgasm was just out of reach. The satisfaction was just out of reach. But Minho’s tender touch sent you over the edge, relying on the copy machine to hold his unstable body up.

"Minho," you mustered out, riding out your high, pussy throbbing around his dick. He hummed in response, too focused on chasing his own high to form any audible words. The low grunts leaving Minho’s lips became more and more frequent as his thrusts slowed, growing sloppier and careless. But his hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you still as he let out a string of profanities before collapsing onto your back.

Minho rested his head between your shoulder blades, chest heaving as he regained his composure before pulling out of you. Slowly, he stood up, taking a deep breath and admiring your exhausted figure before you followed behind him.

"Wow," was the only word that you could manage, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand as you turned to face him. Minho chuckled in response, smiling gingerly as he picked up your clothes, handing them back to you so that you could get dressed.

After pulling your top over your head your eyes did a quick scan around the room, confirming that you weren't leaving anything behind. If someone were to find an undergarment in here, it would be the talk of the office for at least a week. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a sheet of paper resting on the tray of the copy machine. Raising an eyebrow, you paced back over to the machine and lifted up the sheet.

"Oh. My. God."

You were frozen in place, eyes wide with shock as you look at the image before you. Minho soon whipped his body around, finishing off the buckle of his belt before wandering over to the copy machine.

"I'm so keeping that," Minho said, looking over your shoulder at the picture of your bare breasts printed on the paper gripped harshly in your hands. A smug smirk was plastered on his face as he continued to admire the crude photograph.

"Minho, do you know how this happened?" Your voice was filled with concern, turning your head to face him, sure he was up to something. His eyes were glued on the graphic photo you held in your hands, too zoned out to hear you speak.

"Minho," you repeated more firmly this time, finally gaining his attention back to you from the image, "did you do this?"

A small grin formed on his face, one side of his mouth lifted while he raised his eyebrows. He looked smug...too smug.

"Can't have anyone finding this, now can we?" He chuckled, taking this paper in his own hands and taking one last glance before ripping it into small pieces before tossing the pieces into the recycling bin and extending a hand to you. "I say we go celebrate the occasion with a drink, you in?" Taking his hand in yours, you nodded your head in agreement, following Minho out of the copy room.

"How does a some more punch sound? George brought an extra bottle of juice that I can snag and I’ve got a bottle of vodka at my place with our names on it." Minho spoke, earning a smile from you before walking out the office doors.

Suddenly you feel the mattress shift beside you, pulling you out of your daydream. Minho rolls over to face your direction with his eyes still closed, his mouth slowly opening before taking a deep breath.

"Good morning," he speaks, eyes fluttering open and taking in your disheveled appearance.

"Morning," you manage to mutter out, quickly breaking eye contact, unable to face him from the pure embarrassment filling your system.

"Last night was fun, huh?" He asks, the cheerfulness barely peeking through the groggy tone of his voice. "Last night?" You know exactly what he was talking about, but hope he’s referring to anything except what happened in the copy room.

"Yeah, we came back here to have a drink after we–"

"Oh okay yep! I remember. No need to go into any more details!" You cut him off before he can continue any further, covering your eyes to shield you from his gaze. The flesh on your cheeks are scorching hot with embarrassment.

As you go to stand up from the bed, hoping to quickly gather your things and rush out the door before Minho could mention anything else, his hand reaches for yours. He pulls you in closer to him until your face is near enough to touch; grazing the side of your warm cheeks before speaking again. You lower your head in embarrassment, unsure of what Minho is about to say.

"I really enjoyed our time together last night, I wouldn’t mind having you over again." He brushes the stray hairs away from falling into your eyes, lifting your chin up to meet his gaze afterward. Heart fluttering in response, you catch your lip between your teeth in an attempt to hide the large smile that’s threatening to peek through.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Minho stands up, reaching into the pocket of the pants he wore last night and pulling out a small folded up piece of paper.

"I believe this belongs to you," he curls up the ends of his mouth, biting back a smile while handing it to you. Confused, you unfold the paper revealing a picture of your very own breasts. As if the situation could not get any more embarrassing, Minho stares down at the paper in your hands, admiring your bare chest plastered in black and white, letting out a small chuckle.

As mortified as you are, you figure that the natural instinct to never talk to this man again would not work, seeing that Minho is your boss. Taking a deep breath, you try to find any sort of confidence that could still be left inside you. You look back up at him, cocking your head slightly to the side before reaching your arm out and handing him back the photo.

"Keep it, think of it as a Halloween gift." You say shooting him a smirk, internally crossing your fingers hoping for a good reaction. Minho snickers, taking the paper from your hand and looking at it one last time before folding it back up and holding it tightly in his palm.

"I'll keep it somewhere safe," He gives you a wink and shoves the paper deep into the pocket of his pajama pants.

"Happy Halloween, Minho."

‘Halloween Hookup’ is copyright 2020 @chaangbin​, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[dreamcatcherjiah]

GAME NIGHT🧩🎲

§ Drabble requested by @gloryofroses19​! I’ve attached a photo of your request at the end of the drabble! I hope you like it 🥺💕

§ Pairing: KTH x Reader (OT7 x S/Os)

§ Word count: 1.3k

§ Warnings: Does chaos count as a warning? LOL There is like one (1) swearword, no biggie. (none, it’s just wholesome fluff)

§A/N: would you guys want me to create a permanent taglist for you guys to be in when I publish these kinds of requests? I have the ones in each series I write, but I don't have a permanent one... You guys let me know if you want!! ILY🥺

“Okay, the ground rules,” said Namjoon, his voice reigning over the chaos in the room. Whenever Bangtan and Co. got together, the noise was inevitable. “No snacks while we’re playing cards, I don’t want to get my fingers all sugary, YES I AM LOOKING AT YOU, JIN HYUNG!” The eldest hid his face against his girlfriend’s shoulder, causing her to laugh at his antics.

“Next, we are NOT playing Monopoly,” added his significant other, “y’all are millionaires but, give you guys those pink bills and you become a bunch of thieving twats.”

Taehyung ignored the rest of the rules as the leader continued chatting away, going over the cheating habits of each of his friends, and telling them one by one which games they would NOT be playing. Tae found himself not caring what they said about him, so focused as he was in your antics as you laughed at what was going on around you. Happiness filled every crevice of your face, your eyes alight with mirth as you turned your head and smiled at him. 

You edged your way closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, filling his heart with so much love the only thing he could do was just smile until his cheeks hurt.

“Okay, so we’re starting with charades, since we are all here we can just pair up as we are,” said Yoongi, sitting with his back against the couch and holding his girlfriend’s hand on top of his thigh. “We can write team names in slips of paper and pick them out of a bag, to see who plays first.”

Murmurs of agreement rose from his friends as they scattered to pick up what they needed. Jin came back into the living room with a BT21 notepad that had RJ’s face plastered on the back, Hoseok entered with a bright green pen that oddly resembled the stem of a daisy with the cap filled with white small petals; Jimin gave a black beanie to Yoongi to use as a bag — “all the bags I have are either too big, too transparent or too expensive to use for this,” he said. Since the beanie suited you for your purposes just fine, all of you settled back to wait while team names were called around in the room and Yoongi jotted them down. There was a Kim Seokjin team that oddly belonged to Namjoon and his girlfriend, a charade team, a Meow team, yours being Winter Bear… When it was time for Jungkook and his girlfriend to pick a name his absence was noticed for the first time. 

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” Screamed Jimin, almost getting up to go looking for him, just when a sheepish-looking JK showed up coming from the kitchen, arms loaded with bags of chips, a couple of cans of beer, sodas and a bag filled with jellies hanging from his fingers. He stood next to one of the columns of the living room while everyone was looking at him, his eyes looking back and his mouth fighting a knowing smile. 

“I thought we agreed on no snacks,” said Namjoon, raised eyebrow and jaw locked.

“You said “no snacks” while playing cards, and besides,” said JK, cheekily, “I brought these so you can’t complain.”

He turned his back to the room, showing how he had jammed a packet of wet wipes into his back pocket. Joon closed his mouth, somehow impressed at the way the young man had had to circumvent, once again, the sacrosanct NO SNACK rule. That made it the 5th time in two weeks.

“Alright, the names are ready. Now, when you pick a name, Namjoonie will click the randomiser on his phone to give one on the team something to mimic,” directed Yoongi. “No cheating, I will know.”

Laughing at Yoongi’s bravado, it was decided that one of the girls would be the innocent (“not one of them is innocent though, look at their faces, they’re all evil”, “Jin hyung, shut up.”) hand that would pic the first team. 

“WINTER BEAR TEAM, YOU’RE UP!”

Groaning and pouting, Taehyung got up from your place on the couch and picked you up as well. His pout was so adorable you just couldn’t stop gushing over him while the others waited for you to decide who would mimic and who would guess.

“I’ll guess,” Tae told you, pushing a strand of hair away from your forehead, looking at you in the eye, a mischievous glint barely concealed. “You just give me a show, baby!”

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” Shouted the group. Seeing how he was behaving, you already knew the exasperation of the group was only going to increase as you played but you just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be the centre and sole focus of Kim Taehyung’s attention.

You softly slapped his wrist as he tried to pull you close to him, and Namjoon showed you his phone where the words Van Gogh gleamed black against the white background. You smiled, this was in the bag already.

Facing Taehyung, his eyes never leaving yours, you raised two fingers, telling him the number of words and, after his nod, you made the motion of painting something with a brush. Seeing recognition in his eyes, you smirk and proceeded to cover your left ear with your hand. Judging by his face, he got it! You knew the moment you read the name in Joonie’s phone that Tae would get it. How could he not, when he was such an artistic soul? Vante would get it.

“I got it!” He shouted, Yoongi nodding, understanding as well who it was that you were mimicking. “A very beautiful orchestra conductor!”

Your face must have been a poem, his boxy smile showing how much he was enjoying teasing you. Yoongi’s elbow, which was resting against the side of the couch, slipped when he heard what Tae had said. Hoseok was looking at your boyfriend with a no-nonsense expression that would have scared everyone looking at him. But Tae wasn’t looking at him, since he only had eyes for you and the noticeable blush that was gracing your cheeks.

You singled for him to repeat, mimicking the three giving signs again, hoping that this time he would just say it.

“Mmmm…” he murmured, a hand resting on his chin as he thought. “A traffic police officer!”

You just had to laugh at how adamant he was on stalling the game. You two laughed together as indignant claims raised from your friends. “YAH, KIM TAEHYUNG, THOSE WERE THREE WORDS,” screamed Jungkook. “Yeah! She specifically signalled for TWO!” Supported Jimin.

Trying for the third time, you looked him in the eye while you signalled for the last time hoping he would finally get it.

“AH! OKAY!” He screamed.

“FINALLY!” Shouted Jin, getting ready to pick another slip of paper from the beanie and looking at Taehyung wide-eyed.

“IT’S SO EASY, HOW DID I NOT GET IT FIRST!?” He lamented, pulling his sleeves up and getting ready to guess for the last time. 

Everyone was hanging on the edge of their seats, some frowning, some paying rap attention, waiting with batted breath for him to talk. 

“IT WAS GEORGE WEASLEY ALL ALONG!”

“YAH, SIT THE FUCK DOWN!” Said Yoongi, yanking him back down to the couch.

“This idiot knows the answer, he just wants to make us lose time!” Complained Seokjin, already pulling a new slip of paper out of the beanie, “Jungkook and Bora, you up!”

You walked back to the couch where Taehyung was sitting while the rest of the group focused on the couple playing now. He pulled you down to sit sideways on his lap as you cuddled closer to him, your head on his collarbone and his chin resting atop yours. After a while of just hugging and watching the rest of your friends play, he moved his head so that his lips were next to your ear and whispered:

“That was the hottest imitation of Vincent Van Gogh I have ever seen, love.”

[sakiyo]

━ # HAIKYUU BOYS AS YOUR COLLEGE ROOMATES PT. 1

+ pairings: atsumu miya/reader

+ tags: atsumu bring a messy dude </3, platonic-ish relationship, uni!au

+ warnings: very brief mentions of sex, weed and alcohol, partying

+ word count: a lot probably idk they’re headcanons

+ note: this is gonna be a series but atsumu’s was wayyy too long!! the rest will probably be much shorter [i was too attached to these hcs to shorten them so enjoy]. thank you @kiyoomae for helping me with these mwah ily beaut <3

© all content from this blog belongs to ushigushi 2020. do not repost, modify, or plagiarize.

ATSUMU MIYA

girl...RUN

he’s a great person sure

but he’s not the BEST roommate

not even osamu wants to room with him, but honestly he just wants cheap rent [like every other student alive]

so when he sees a ‘roommate wanted’ poster on campus, he basically believes that this a sign from god that he should go to your interview

one thing about atsumu:

HES A CATFISH!

he knows that first impressions are one of the most important things in life [mostly because of volleyball and what not]

so naturally he’s going to act the way you want him to !! toxic trait: subtle manipulation i’m telling you

and so when he shows up at your place, hes pretty much perfect. he looks put together and his fit is immaculate okay?

usually, you aren’t one to judge a book by its cover, but when it comes down to roommates….better safe than sorry babe

and the second atsumu mentions his gravitation towards volleyball and sports, you feel like you’ve won the lottery.

a clean and well put roommate who ALSO spends most of their time away from the apartment? what more could you ask for?

and as a quick bonus: HES HOT!! [so you can definitely brag to your friends about the attractive roommate you scored]

you’re quick to say yes, and as soon as you know it he’s added to the contract with your landlord!

atsumu keeps up his facade for another two weeks or so; washing dishes, keeping clean, never being too noisy and giving you your personal space

but when he finally shows his true colours?

you’re not sure if you want to strangle him or rip out your hair strand by strand

whew....he is messy.

atsumu [osamu too] is a momma’s boy, he’s never really had to do dishes or anything like that unless he has to

he never does his dishes. you ALWAYS end up washing them because you prefer a tidy kitchen

dont get me started on the cups

he uses YOUR cups and leaves them littered around the apartment like they’re easter eggs for you to hunt. one time, you found your favourite mug under a couch???

his room is no different either

you prefer to stay away from it, but you had caught a glimpse of it through his partially open bedroom door

....it’s a lot to process.

there are plates on his desk, disposable cups and crushed soda cans on his nightstand, clean laundry in different corners of the room and you swear you see a half full bottle of vodka that had gone missing from your own alcohol cabinet

but for some reason his room still manages to smell like lavender. and you hate that fact.

he NEVER has his house keys on him

he pretty much has you on speed dial because the amount of times this man has forgotten his keys inside the house is WILD

him: hey roomie...it’s me again...

you: atsumu it’s 11 pm and i’m out with friends, i’m not driving back just to open the door for you

him: then what am i going to do??

you: sit there and starve.

so he sits against your apartment door, playing games on his phone and texting his friends

he’s also getting clowned in the gc by suna and osamu PLS ATSUMU GO HOME [oh wait-]

when one of your neighbours pass by or see him sitting there he just gives that rlly awkward white person smile that’s like 😐

HIS PHONE DIES TOO FROM USING IT SO MUCH TOO RKDKGKJ

so basically he’s sitting there, hungry and bored.

when you come back, he’s almost asleep, a little bit of drool hanging on at the side of his mouth

“wake up, i brought you food.”

atsumu might be an annoying roomie, but you’re not heartless.

he 100% gets hair dye all over the bathroom, and he NEVER washes it out

so you’re not too happy when you have to replace your rug because there was a massive bleach stain on it

he uses your shampoo and conditioner, GENEROUSLY TOO

like atsumu...sir 🤣🤚 that shits like 20 dollars! stop using globs of it at once

istg you could buy a new bottle of shampoo/body wash and it’s already halfway through after a week or so

he promises that he’ll stop, but it just gets worse

NEVER let this man go grocery shopping for you by himself, you’ll get everything BUT what you asked for

okay, he does get you what you asked for, but not really

you ask for wheat bread and he gets white bread. you ask for vanilla ice cream and he gets you chocolate

why??

“i think it’s better than what you originally put down.”

you want a new roommate.

but as time passes by, you deduce that he has some redeeming qualities: like how fun he is when drunk, or how he can keep you entertained for hours about his surprisingly interesting days

you’ve met his friends too! they all love you

but they’re also quite sorry for you for having to put up with atsumu

sometimes, you’ll even join them with them when they’re all hanging in your living room

you never miss the small blush that creeps onto tsumus face whenever his old teammates tell you about the stories he deliberately left out to make himself look cooler [pls give this man love he needs it]

suna: wait i have a video of him getting pummeled in the face with a volleyball-

atsumu: ALRIGHT ITS TIME FOR YOU GUYS TO GO!!

atsumu: y/n has a test tomorrow!!

you: tomorrow’s saturday-

if you two have roommate rules, he definitely breaks some of them

no parties without you knowing??? like hell he’s following that

atsumu likes to party! he doesn’t mind hosting one or two every now and then

so he picks a day that he knows you’ll be out for the night, most likely studying because you won’t be back home until around 1 am

so the apartment is a mess and it’s partially trashed, there’s a lingering scent of weed and alcohol, someone probably vomited in your sink, and it’s loud.

so loud that you can hear it from the elevator.

you had decided to come home early and surprise atsumu with his favourite takeout, but you’re already met with tipsy and wasted bodies littered along the corridors, and it doesn’t take very long for you to put two and two together and realize it’s atsumu’s doing

long story short, you and atsumu have to go around the apartment to deliver personal apologies to your neighbours [this definitely isn’t your first or last warning]

in terms of hookups?

atsumu doesn’t care too much for sexual relationships, since his priority lies in volleyball and actually graduating, but he’ll have someone over every now and then

usually, it’s meant to be a time when you’re not around, because the walls are thin as fuck

but atsumu doesn’t really care in the heat of the moment

so yeah, you definitely want to neuter him when you hear incoherent moans and a headboard creaking

the morning after, you immediately chase his one night stand out of the apartment and go off on him for a second

after a few months, atsumu doesn’t get on your nerves as much

you could go as far as to call him a friend

during exam and midterm weeks, you both study together and even order takeout— which leads to the two of you passing out in your living room due to pure exhaustion

YOU HELP HIM DYE HIS HAIR

atsumu sometimes doesn’t get all of his spots because he can only do so much by himself

so after you hear his frustrated groans, you’re willing to help him dye his hair.

and from there it basically becomes a routine

you were also the one who introduced  him to TONER!!

he swears that you changed his life

he also walks around in nothing but his boxers because it’s comfortable but gets flustered and ‘mad’ when you wear nothing but an old t-shirt

forces you to come to him games to cheer loudly for him

this man- he asks you to cheer for him when he does his serve routine and when you do his head gets so big

but he denies it when his teammates tease him about you

half of his clothes have made its way into your closet! but honestly, he does not mind

his cute roommate is wearing his sweats and a hoodie with his name at the back of it, why would he be mad?

you’ve hooked up with him at least twice.

[castieltrash1]

imagine → taking care of darrel after a rumble

requested by/for: @cheoldetat​ ! my baby boo!! we stan me finishing fall requests in spring :0 djfksdjkfjs im sorry LOL. anyway, ily!! xx

warnings: mentions of a fight, brief mentions of blood/knife/cut/etc., smut; gender-neutral reader, blowjobs, handjobs, the SLIGHTEST angst if u squint extra extra hard!!

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You know why he walks home like this -- leather jacket over his black tee despite the sweat dripping down his forehead and the humid temperature outside. After sparing a glance to Soda and Ponyboy and seeing they’re mostly unscathed -- courtesy of their older brother -- you turn your attention back to Darrel. His shadowed blue eyes betray the half-smile he sends in an attempt to keep you from worrying. I’m fine. I promise.  

Without saying a word, you drag him to the bathroom, forcefully but not holding his hand too tight. His knuckles are probably bruised and bloodied like always, and you don’t want to hurt him any more than the rumble already has.

The other boys and their groans become muffled as you close the door and run the sink, searching through the disorganized cupboards for a washcloth.

“I need to check on them,” Darrel grunts, reaching for the doorknob.

“They’re fine,” you reassure, looking over your shoulder to send him a look that says “dare me.” You know he’s mostly worried about his brothers, like always, but besides a few bruises, you doubt they’re in too bad of shape. Soda can always handle himself when he’s got Steve by his side, and with Darrel, Dallas, and Two on the front lines, you doubt many Socs get through them anyway. 

Your boyfriend sighs, but it’s less exasperated and more tired. The water is warmer now, and you’re able to soak the cloth quickly before shutting the tap off. Normally, a quick once-over is enough to point out the obvious injuries, but his jacket is in the way this time. You know why. It’s not often he puts it on after a rumble, but when he does, it’s because he wants to hide something.

“Jacket off, now.” His tough facade crumbles for a second -- he almost looks fearful. But, you don’t let up, staring at him until he shifts to pull his arms out.

You don’t miss the grunt of pain he lets out, but you don’t point it out either. Taking the jacket from his dirty hands, you set it on the counter. Immediately, your eyes are drawn to his side. His black tee is already dark, but it’s obvious there’s a wet section -- fabric clinging to his torso.

Without hesitating, you reach for the hem and tug it up, exposing a cut a couple of inches in length. Darrel hisses as the cold air hits the sensitive skin. It’s not too deep, thankfully, but it’s not small either. 

“Jesus, what happened?” You immediately press your washcloth to the wound, and he lets out a shaky breath. 

“Switchblade, I think.”

“I thought there were no weapons this time.”

“There weren’t.”

A part of you is about to question if he called the Soc out, but you swallow the words. You know he doesn’t want to participate in these rumbles -- doesn’t even wanna be a greaser.  You doubt he’d willingly start an argument that would lead to an even more violent fight. Maybe if it were Soda or Pony. Not himself, though. Convincing Darrel to prioritize and care for himself is impossible -- you’d have better luck asking Two to sell his old car.

Staying silent, you pull back the washcloth, happy to see the bleeding has mostly stopped, the swelling and irritation declining steadily. 

You reach for the cabinet that holds the bandages -- the second to left. The rest of the bathroom might be in disarray, but the bandaids and gauze are always in the same spot. It’s a simple patch-up job, considering it’s not the first blade cut you’ve dealt with, but you’re as gentle as ever as you cover the wound.

Darrel’s stomach tenses and he lets out a little gasp as your fingers softly press against him, securing the bandaid. Worried you’re hurting him, you look up from between his legs, eyes wide. 

“Are you ok?”

He nods, swallowing. 

You give him an odd look, before glancing back down, and realizing. His jeans are tight, leaving very little to the imagination. His toned torso seems to grow a thousand degrees hotter, and you pull your hands away quickly.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t--.”

He shakes his head, chuckling. It’s the first real smile he’s given you all night, and you can’t help but laugh a little too.

“It’s ok. Your hands are just… nice.”

His cheeks are flushed red now, matching the dried blood on his knuckles. It’s… sweet. His flustered expression gives you some confidence, and you move back to your previous spot, this time letting your hands rest on Darrel’s thighs.

“Can I… Can I take care of you like that too?”

Blue eyes grow wide, and you half-expect him to scold you for your dirty mouth, but he just nods, then smiles a lopsided grin.

He’s still leaning against the counter, and you watch his hands reach behind him to grab the lip of the sink for balance as you drop to your knees. He’s so much from this angle, all lean muscle, and warm, tan skin. The thought of getting your mouth on him almost makes you drool.

You unbutton his jeans quickly, and his large calloused hands help you to tug the denim and underwear beneath down to his mid-thigh. It’s careless and messy, but considering the boys are getting rowdier from beyond the door, and they’re bound to be knocking in a minute or two, you don’t really have another choice.

Darrel is hot and hard in your hands, and he sucks in his bottom lip with a quiet gasp as you stroke him gently. He’s tired and weak and you know it won’t take long to get him more worked up than usual.

Still, you take your time, slowly sliding your hand up and down, before letting your tongue trace the same path. His breathing grows heavy quickly, but you don’t relent, licking back up to his tip before sucking it fully into your mouth. 

“Darling, please.” It’s not often you get a beg out of him, even though this time isn’t much, but you savor it regardless. 

You take a little more, hands still working him, pace growing faster each stroke. Within a few moments, his hips are twitching, fingers digging harder into the counter. You don’t let up, only pulling off every now and again to take a breath, and letting your hand glide through spit and precum to cover every inch of his aching cock.

He’s right on the edge when the commotion in the living room grows louder, and the boys start getting antsier for their turn to wash up. Darrel’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t move, so you continue your motions -- though much faster now.

“C’mon Darry, just let go. It’s okay.” Your thumb presses against his tip before your lips follow, sucking gently on the head of his cock. Your tongue circles the warm skin, and you look up with gentle but reassuring eyes that beg him to release. He does so with a choked groan, and you take all he has to offer, swallowing eagerly and letting his hips jerk himself deeper into you as he rides out his high.

Only when his hand drops to push you away do you let go of him, lips glossy as they frame a dopey smile.

“Better?”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. Before he can answer, a loud knock fills the small bathroom, and you’re thankful you remembered to lock the door. The boys may be many things, but respecting privacy is not a skill they can claim.

“You two alright in there?” Johnny asks, truly concerned, but you hear Steve and Soda giggling like the girls that stop by the DX to ogle them. 

Darrel is quick to readjust, and you wait until he nods to unlock and open the door. All the others are crowded at the threshold, and you can only hope you don’t look a complete mess.

“Yeah, sorry,” you say. “Darry had a nasty cut, and I had to patch him up.”

“Had to get handsy, huh?” Dallas jokes, gesturing to Darrel’s rumpled shirt. You know they don’t have any clue what just happened, and are blaming your boyfriend’s red cheeks on his apparent pain, but you feel your own cheeks heat up regardless.

“It was just his stomach,” you retort, hoping your lie isn’t too obvious. None of them seem to notice though, and Soda and Pony are already too busy scolding their big brother for hiding the injury. He lifts his shirt to show them the bandage, and any attention previously on you is instead on the large bandaid covering his side.

“Well,” Dallas whistles, “looks like you got one hell of a nurse.”

Darrel scoffs, but you shoot him a discreet wink.

“What can I say?” you joke with an exaggerated sigh. “I just know how to take care of people.”

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a/n: I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING. THANK U GOD. darrel curtis is just THAT BITCH huh?? we cannot do anything but stan!!

[ateezmakemeweep]

hello love, i hope youre doing great 🥺 i just wanted to request a reaction if you arent too busy hehe can you do ateez reacting to their crush being outgoing on the outside but actually being really reserved, like they pretend to be happy and lively but actually is hurt because of things idk, dont pressure yourself ily so much 🥺🥺💕💕💕

❥ kim hongjoong

your outgoing nature was the first thing that he noticed. it almost seemed as if your smile was too wide and your tone was too chipper to be real, something about your eyes not sitting well with hongjoong.

but you seemed to have proved time and time again it was. that you were just as happy as you claimed to be, taking on more than one person should be able to handle and did it without complaints.

but hongjoong saw you crack one night, knowing his initial thoughts were correct. that you weren’t as happy and content as you claimed to be, that you try so hard to make everyone in your life happy but they just take and take until the life is sucked out of you.

he holds you and places a kiss on your head as you whimper into his chest, his hand running through your hair gently because it’s about time someone takes care of you.

❥ park seonghwa

seonghwa watched you come through the door with a sigh of defeat, kicking off your shoes and plopping right down on the couch. your head fell into his lap and he frowned upon seeing your face, his hands brushing away the sweaty strands sticking to your hair.

“what’s wrong?”

your eyebrows pull together in mock confusion, looking up at him and shooting him the smile that was plastered on your face all day. “nothing,” you tell him, forced amusement in your tone. “why would something be wrong?”

he lets out a sigh, his hand running gently over your cheek as he looks down at you with a serious expression. it causes you to swallow, begging the tears burning the back of your eyes to stay there; you had to fake being happy every day and you just wish you didn’t have to with him. but you can't help it, you don’t want to bother him with your nonsense. you don’t want to spend your limited time with him crying and complaining.

“y/n…” he says, his voice deep and commanding that immediately causes your stomach to drop. you lower lip wobbles before you turn over and cry into his stomach, his hand rubbing up and down your back because he knows you do this all the time.

put on your fake persona all day in front of your friends and family and coworkers and then come home and feel all the energy drain from you. it’s why he lets you cry before pulling you up and kissing on the cheek, begging you to tell him what’s wrong and asking how he can fix it.

❥ jeong yunho

yunho had figured you were like him, smiley and bubbly and happy because that was just how you were wired; that’s why your friendship blossomed in the first place, always on the same wavelength as you chatted happily and made each other giggle.

but he when he went home and was alone, he was still happy. he laughed to himself if he hit into the wall by accident or danced around while doing the dishes. but when you were alone, you couldn’t bear to do anything but lay there and stare at the ceiling. your days exhausted you, days of pretending to be okay and happy when really you were in pain.

you didn’t even know what made you so sad, just some chemical imbalance you’re leaving untreated along with a stressful environment that certainly doesn’t help.

so when yunho surprised you with chinese food and a bottle of soda one night, his smile immediately fell when he saw your teary eyes twinged with sadness. he walked you over to the table with his large hand in yours, looking at you with such soft kind eyes as he told you that you shouldn’t forced yourself to be happy.

that if you need someone to talk to and get you through whatever hard times you’re having that he’s more than happy to listen to you.

❥ kang yeosang

yeosang found your outgoing and bubbly nature to be cute, liking how chatty you were and how there was always a smile on your face. but the more he started to like you, the more he started to watch you.

and that’s when he started to think maybe you weren’t as happy as you appeared to be. because when people weren’t around, your face was almost always in a frown. you played with your hands nervously and watched people with wary eyes, like if you didn’t smile at them or make them feel comfortable with your friendly banter, they wouldn’t like you.

but that couldn’t be further from the truth for him. so when you were walking home one night, he told you quietly that if you ever needed someone to talk to or even sit in silence with, he wanted to be that person. he told you you could always be honest with him and that if something was bothering you, you could come to him and he wouldn’t ever judge you.

his kind words threw you off because you didn’t know you he even knew that, how he knew you were one crying fit away from completely losing your shit and having a mental breakdown. you threw yourself into him and he smiled against your head, rubbing up and down your back before you finally started to really talk to him.

❥ choi san

the first thing you noticed about san was he was very susceptible to people’s moods. if they were happy and smiley, he was happy and smiley. he felt comfortable enough to joke and poke fun at them when he knew they were also like that.

but if they were sad and upset, he’d become sad and upset. he would look at them with such sorrow in his eyes and ask what was wrong, if it was something he had done or something he could help them with.

and the last thing you ever wanted to do was make san sad, even if it meant faking your own happiness. but you ended up hurting him anyway, when one night you completely broke down and succumbed to the stress of your life.

he gathered you in his arms and even though his own tone was full of sadness, he begged you not to do that anymore. to not keep your feelings bottled up and to come to him for absolutely anything.

“i don’t wanna bother you with this stupid stuff,” you said quietly against him, “i don’t want you to be sad or feel like-“

“you’re not gonna bother me and it’s not stupid,” he hummed against your head, pulling back to wipe the tears off your cheeks. “knowing you’re sad is gonna make me sad, so you have to talk to me, okay?”

❥ song mingi

you thought mingi wouldn’t even notice how much you faked being happy. the boy was just so sweet and in his own world sometimes that you thought you’d be safe. that you could smile at him and laugh with him without him questioning anything.

but he knew almost immediately that you were faking it. it wasn’t until a few months into your friendship, when the feeling in his chest physically pained him at seeing you try so hard to be happy, that he called you out.

he took you to get ice cream and was pleased to see it was one of your more genuine smiles.

“that’s your real smile,” he said, your face falling as you looked at him in confusion. but he only raised his eyebrow challengingly until a frown took over your face, looking down as your eyes remain on the table.

he put his hand under your chin and asked you softly why you did that, why you faked being happy if you were obviously upset about something. you shrugged your shoulders and looked about ready to cry, mingi dragging you out of the ice cream shop so he could wrap you in his arms and tell you everything will be okay.

❥ jung wooyoung

if there was one person you didn’t want knowing how sad and reserved you really were, it was wooyoung.

the boy exuded such happiness and playfulness that you thought he’d find you…weird or dull, tell you to just be happy and to not be a killjoy. and you’ve tried that for as long as you could remember but even the simplest things in life just left you drained.

being surrounded by people day after day, little conflicts at work that seemed like nothing but kept you bothered for hours. you hated it so you knew someone like wooyoung would too, instead choosing to be your smiley and bubbly alter ego.

but you see now how wrong you were, that wooyoung was actually one of the few people in this world that calmed you. he didn’t look at you like you were a weirdo or tried to diminish your issues.

instead, he took you in a hug and let you get all your frustrations out; telling you that you don’t have to be happy all the time and that you certainly shouldn’t fake it. that he wants to be there for you and help you through all your issues, no matter how big or small.

❥ choi jongho

your excitement and outgoing nature didn’t exactly annoy the boy, he just thought it was very…intense. the way you babbled loudly with a smile and just constantly seemed so chipper. he remembered always thinking to himself that no one could possibly be this happy all the time, that surely there were times you were sad and wanted someone to listen.

but you never accepted his help. when he’d catch a frown or tears in your eyes that you blinked away as he asked if you wanted to talk about something. it made his heart skin but he knew he could only wait until you were ready to come to him, hoping that one day you would listen to his words and contact him whenever you needed him.

and when you finally needed him at 1 o’clock in the morning, the feeling and pain so tight in your chest you couldn’t breathe, he all but ran over to comfort you. begged you quietly to please not wait until you get this upset to talk to him before wrapping his arms around your waist and singing lowly until you fell asleep.

more reactions here 💛

[jjuzoir]

a/n: another non-request that’s been sitting in the storage room for so long isndbdbdw this was again; written during Act 1 so no Chikage (whom i’ve learned to tolerate) and sakusaku is still 17 :) omg anyway y’all getting fed this week 💓 why? it’s my birthday week that’s why 💒

→ Sakusa

- He stares at you like “huh?”

- That better be soda or something this mf is 17 he can’t drink yet (in JP at least)

- Holds it close to his chest though; treats it like his baby, that drink? Has felt more love given to it by Sakusa than me in my whole life

- If anyone tries to take a sip or whatever he’ll look at them like “sorry this is my friends” but will give them a sip of his drink :’)

- Everything is going well and you go get it back until Citron accidentally bumps into him and he spills the drink onto you F

- Feels so guilty but you’re all “it’s okay it wasn’t ur fault bby” and he goes from :( to :’)

- You end up buying him a drink too because he ended up letting too many ppl sip from his cup

- I’d give him a solid 7/10 for effort

——🌸——

→ Masumi

- This mf looks so annoyed; he stares at your cup and rolls his eyes but he doesn’t actually reject it, he just takes it and holds it near himself saying nothing

- Again if this isn’t fucking orange juice I’m- 🙈 gonna 😖 kwill 💉 you 🤱

- Will throw hands if anyone asks him about the cup or even looks at it-

- “why’d you care, huh? gonna spike it? gonna rob it? fucking try me bitcH”

- Gets so protective of it, he ends up in a corner ditching his own cup and squatting while starting it it’s kind of scary

- You come back and he almost screams at you but he notices it’s you and he goes “don’t ever ask me to do this shit again” lowkey got attached to your cup

- Nothing spilled, nothing happened to the cup, no one sipped from it; just Masumi and the cup staring at each other until you come back; 10/10

——🌸——

→ Tsuzuru

- Everyone leaves their cups with him bro- he just adds it a collection and takes out a sharpie and writes your name and a little smiley face

- He’s just at this table surrounded by cups and he looks so metal? This 18 y/o man with 10+ cups brooo gonna get wasted

- Accidentally gave your cup to someone with the same name and he freaks out- he’s sleep deprived and his cup is missing; where’s your cup what what?

- Freaks out looks for the person gets it back the person took a sip he freaks out asks them what drink it is and they give him the wrong drink fuck them he goes to the bar asks for whatever was in that cup the bartenders had just switched the new bartender has no idea what the fuck is in your cup Tsuzuru is freaking out he’s left the other 9 cups unattended but he cares more about you bartender and him spend 5 minutes trying to figure what was on your cup they get it right you’re still in the bathroom that’s good for him- the bartender recreated your drink he runs to the table the cups are gone you’re approaching he nods it’s okay you won’t notice

- He gives you back your cup and you’re like omg thanks ily and he goes yeah you better

- 10/10 in your mind but he feels like he probably should get 4/10

——🌸——

→ Itaru

- Forgot you gave him your cup and drank it bottoms up bitch- he really hates it here and you should too- you think he cares at this point? He’s lost the opportunity to rank in an event, his score’s probably been overthrown, Banri keeps texting him about how he’s number one now; he’s emotionally distraught he never wanted this-

- He just chugs anything given to him at this point; “to drown the pain away” exCEPT FOR HIS OWN DRINK THAT LITTLE BITHC OMGHD

- He realizes he’s drunk your cup and not his and he’s like oh? worm? Deadass? On god? K

- Knock at the bathroom door and goes “uhh accidentally drank ur cup lmao what u ordered lemme get u a new one”

- Gets u a new one and it’s like;;; okay now what??? So he opts to just stare at you as you drink your drink because he just spent money on that shit you better enjoy it, kind of felt bad for a second though

- Itaru: 👁 — 👁

- 3/10

——🌸——

→ Citron

- Dumped your drink into another drink mixed that shit up with another drink and another and another and made a mega drink

- Gives you that concoction to you in your cup and it tastes like fucking shiT

- It’s bitter and not good and you’re in tears what the fuck is that

- Says it’s part of a marriage ritual since giving your cup to someone is a proposal now you’re legally married in his country

- Uhhh -10/10 but at least you’re married??

[pumpkinsy0]

As a preface for the hc request, I live in the middle of nowhere (and when I say the middle of nowhere I mean I live in the same town as Amish communities 😭 there is genuinely nothing to do here except for a single gas station that is basically impossible to walk to half the time)

I would love some hcs of the Curtis bros living in the middle of nowhere in a place like this AND combine that with the au of pony and curly meeting and talking online cause they live far away from each other!!

Maybe they moved there after everything that went down to give a fresh start to Pony or smth and ponyboy turned to the internet to find entertainment and friends 🤷‍♂️ country life was not as good as he imagined HE ROMANTICIZED IT TOO HARD

I am requesting because IHATEITHERE so I need him to experience it as well 💘 love literally everything you post, always a banger 🙏(also sorry for insans yap on my part LMAOO)

this is the perfect ask rn bc ive been thinking about sonething similar for the longest time, god bless u anon🙏🏽🙏🏽

for funsies lets say its like early 2000s

AND THANK U FOR UR SUPPORT,,,ily,,,

•NOW SEE, i dont think they would move out from tulsa after everything, purely for the fact that everything they have is literally there, they cant just uproot their whole lives, yknow?? BUTTT what i will say is that the curtis family gives off the vibe of ppl who HAVE lived in the middle of nowhere and just moved to some place less in the middle of nowhere and thats whats happenin here, they r moving from nowhere to somewhere!!!

•as for how pony and curly met, pony was on some internet forum for tulsa!!! hes a lil curious about where theyre gonna b going but theres a lil stupid TROLL (aka curly) going around it and thats how they met each other :3 curly was specifically targeting pony bc he was a newbie, they took it into arguing in dms but pony was actually pretty funny so they started talking, became friends, pony sent a pic, curly was like “woah mama” annnddddd we get the papercut we know and love

•curlys such an ass bc everytime pony expressed excitement to go to one area like a lake or somethin, curly always ruins it w a “we can go but” and then drops a disgusting fact about the place, if ponys gonna live in tulsa hes gonna b forced to b as unhappy as the residence, aint no frolicking in the flowers here, white boy

•LET THEM PLAN WHEN THEY WANNA MEET UP!!! ponys basically counting the days down and somewhat hiding it from darry. darrys alright when it comes to technology hes not an old man, but its still a new place and he wants to protect pony yknow??? cant imagine the first thing ur baby brother doing is going to meet a stranger and u being 100% on board w it

•soda knows about it and hes talked to curly here n there, sodas still a lil on the fense but glad that ponys making friends w other ppl his age w no help. this is lil one of the rarest instances where sodas kinda open to the idea of pony hanging w curly, revel in it while we’re here

•the video calls between them r something truly special. ponys internet is so ASS and so is curlys, they glitch out sm but theyre used to it now. ANYWAYS, theres been multiple instances if the others family coming in mid call bc theyre both using the family computer thats in the living room, they tease each other for it so bad theres so many inside jokes about it

•this means that darrys looked a lil bit at their messages “on accident” and angelas looked through it just to b nosey, she has no shame about it. darrys managed to personally talk to curly so he felt better about them meeting while angelas just straight up pretended to b curly or got online to lowkey shit talk to pony about him shes sooooo sick of hearing about em😭😭

•curly loves making courage the cowardly dog references to pony by sending him monsters or random scary images on the internet and asking if hes seen them around. does it scare pony???? sometimes, hes not admitting it however

•they gave each other their addresses, if u think them being grounded off the computer was gonna stop em from talking u were sooooo wrong. sometimes cyrly just sends pony a glitter bomb, like i said internet troll over here

•pony sometimes draws curly and sends it over to him, its somewhere hung up on his wall. if anyone ever asks, he tells em he scammed this artist into drawing it for him, he told that story to tim but tim didnt believe him at ALL. next time curly was on call w pony, tim crashed it and started questioning pony. pony was scared shitless❤️

•if ponys moving to tulsa i feel like he also told curly the location of where and curly the little fucking creep he is has been leaving lil notes for pony to see, even carved ponys name on multiple trees so pony couldnt miss it. when pony eventually does move in curly secretly gives him a week to find em all before he just tells pony he did it and shows him around to see them

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Emo Boy (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Requested by: No one

Pages: 2.3

Words: 831

Genre: Again, I don't really know

Associated song: Emo Boy - Ayesha Erotica 

!Tw! Swearing and sexual language.

(A/n: Thank you guys so much for 11 hearts! Ily guys!!! <3)

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"Got the kind of look to make me freak, that long ass hair with the tightest jeans, My Chemical Romance on his tee. He looks so sick like he was dying, if I said he wasn't hot, I'd be lying. Please, handsome, don't be coy. Come on, fuck me emo boy!" 

   You sip on your soda as you wait for your friends to arrive at the mall. The groupchat thought it would be a great idea to meet up at the mall. You're supposed to meet at twelve thirty. But you came at twelve twenty, better to be early than late. You boredly scroll through Instagram as someone sits down at the table you're sitting at. You glance up at the figure, shocked by what you see. Sitting in front of you is a man, about six feet tall, shoulder-length jet black hair. He looks like he has no eyelids, he also looks very sleep deprived. He is wearing a black mask with metal spikes protruding out of the front fabric. There's no need for a mask anymore, Covid-19 has been completely gone for about four years now. he is also wearing a semi-baggy My Chemical Romance t-shirt. He's pretty attractive for a guy who has no eye lids. As soon as he looks at you, he realizes he sat at the wrong table. "Oh, sorry," he mumbles, you push out a shocked 'it's okay'. 

        Still in shock, you sit at your table just kind of staring at your phone. Soon enough, your friends arrive at the mall and you all start to walk around. Oddly enough, every store you enter, the emo guy is there too, you continue to brush it of as a coincidence. He seems to have came with friends as well. One with short auburn hair, a cool looking blue mask with only two, blacked out eye holes. Black sludge rolling down the mask, a blue hoodie, and black skinny jeans with dock martins. He looks to be about six foot ten. The other one has blonde, jaw line-length hair, a green hoodie and a black beanie with the tri-force symbol embroidered onto the front. He is wearing ripped black skinny jeans with green converse high-tops. He looks to be about five foot five and has a stud nose piercing. They're all pretty attractive, especially the emo boy. "Uh Y/n? Are you good?" Your face starts to heat up, realizing you were staring. "Yeah, I'm good." You say, tearing your gaze away from the group of men. Your friends decide to go back to the food court, because it's been a few hours and they have to leave soon.

        Sitting down at a table with your friends, you start to dig in to your order of f/f. You feel like you're being watched, you look around the small space and see the emo boy staring at you before looking away. "Y/n, you've been staring that guy down for a while now. Why don't you go talk to him? He looks pretty cute." One of your friends says, another one butts in. "Yeah! Maybe you'll get his number!" You gulp nervously and stand p to go talk to him, To your suprise, he stands up too. You avoid eye contact as you both awkwardly walk towards each other. Once you're in front of the tall man, you take a deep breath. "Hey," you start, "Hey," he says back. You both stand there for a minute, you laugh a little bit. "Sorry, I'm a bit awkward, my friends think you're cute and that I should talk to you," you explain. You can see his face get a bit red. "Yeah, my friends said the same, I also think you're really cute." You feel your face get very hot, and you nod in agreement. "Thank you, I think you're really cute too." 

        "What's your name?" You ask, trying to make more small talk. "Uh, Jeff. What's yours?" "Y/n, nice to meet you Jeff," you finish, holding out your hand for a hand shake. Jeff gladly takes your hand and shakes it gingerly. You and Jeff talk for a little bit more until you and your friends have to go. You bid Jeff a goodbye and walk away, as you walk away, you feel something in the palm of your hand that was not there before. Opening the palm of your hand, you find a slip of paper with a phone number messily scrawled onto it. You smile and shake your head. 

[theleastcarefulofgamedevs]

hehehehehehehehe ur turn. overshare pals

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles and soda cans!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate.... im lov it

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

hardworking, earnest, and honestly? they gave me too much credit ebagweaganegioawnegew

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda bottles!

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

somewhere between boho, goth, and grunge hehe

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones!

8. movies or tv shows?

movies,,

9. favorite smell in the summer?

you know that wet pavement smell after it rains? love that

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dodgeball hehehe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

nothin tbh. i don’t wake up early enough for it

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Writing Music! i made it hehehe

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

GUMMY BEARS AND JELLY BEANS

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

“A Child Called ‘It’“ by Dave Pelzer

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

cuddled up to someone in blankets,,, im lov anything with my s/o tbh

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

i have this beat up pair of blue slip ons that have bloodstains on em bc i got a nosebleed one day bwaeiugbaweugbaweubguaw

18. ideal weather?

post-raining, or like. just before it starts raining

19. sleeping position?

anything with my s/o or bein wrapped in like. a billion blankets

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on my home pc in my room!

21. obsession from childhood?

dice and video games!

22. role model?

i know it’s gonna sound dumb but like. a lot of characters from media have influenced me a lot, like sans/komaeda etc. another one from my real life would be my aunt on my mom’s side!

23. strange habits?

i bounce my leg while listening to music or stressed,, that’s abt it. OH and i like twirling a small blanket around on my arm bc... acrobatics of sorts

24. favorite crystal?

amethyst, but anything clean cut and rounded looks rlly nice imo,,

25. first song you remember hearing?

the first day i remember in my life was christmas at my grandma’s when i was 4, so probably random christmas music ubwegebwgwebgoibgweg

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

sometimes when i get tired of sitting around at home i like to walk down to the dog park by my house! 

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

cuddle,,,,,,,,,,, wrap up in a blanket with some freshly baked cookies n just. be there

28. five songs to describe you?

megalovania, medley rush 2 from the sonic rush ost, the promised neverland english op, metal crusher from undertale, metal scratchin’ from sonic rush

29. best way to bond with you?

just talk to me! im godawful at starting convos but i love talkin to ppl! 

30. places that you find sacred?

every person’s room feels that way, as well as obvious places, like churches n whatnot. we went n visited my aunt’s old house so my mom could pick up some stuff and being in her room after she died in 2015 was just like. an emotion i can’t rlly describe

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

hoodie, trackpants, n sneakers hehe

32. top five favorite vines?

back at it again @ krispy kreme, ADAM, they were roommates, two dudes in a hot tub, my croissant

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either “be there soon” or “ily” 

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

none tbh. i don’t watch much tv so i don’t see ads often

35. average time you fall asleep?

either 10:30 or sometime after midnight. no in between 

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

it was a rage comic

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade, but i LOVE tea!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

LEMON CAKE....

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i was walkin in the halls with my friend and someone dropped a styrofoam cup of pasta on my friend’s head from the second floor awbegiuawbeguiawbguaewg

41. last person you texted?

the person who sent this ask heheheheh

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie!

44. favorite scent for soap?

anything really, but i like whatever my s/o uses bc it would remind me of them!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

underwear tbh. like. that and a tshirt or just underwear is the only way i can sleep

47. favorite type of cheese?

sensory issues say i have to hate all kinds of cheese outside of like. grilled cheese so let’s go with that/cheddar

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

dragonfruit! 

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

GOD pretty much every quote from monomi or chiaki in danganronpa 2, but mostly “if you learn to love yourself, that love will continue to carry you for your whole life! love, love...”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OH HERES A FUCKIN STORY OK so i was at my friend’s house with a bunch of others bc we were doin a sleepover type thing and we were eating raising canes in his attic at like 3 am and some guy high on like. 3 different drugs at once got impaled through the leg on his fence. nobody saw him but we knew he was there and the cops were there in like 3 minutes. that very same friend has some of the most wack stories ngl

51. current stresses?

just doing well in school and making sure my s/o is happy!

52. favorite font?

comic sans.......................... im sorry

53. what is the current state of your hands?

my palms b sweaty but my fingers are dehydrated tbh. typin

54. what did you learn from your first job?

work.... difficult

55. favorite fairy tale?

probably the princess and the frog!

56. favorite tradition?

christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

probably my most noteworthy traumas tbh. gettin therapy for em, too

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

writing, my ability to overcome obstacles, being able to help ppl as well as i can, and making friends fast!

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Not dead yet.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Probably either shounen, romance, or moe,,,,

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

sans, komaeda, makoto naegi, komaru naegi, toko fukawa, chiaki nanami, and chihiro fujisaki!

63. five songs that would play in your club?

they’d all be fall out boy tbh. that and videogame osts

64. favorite website from your childhood?

armor games hehe

65. any permanent scars?

i don’t think so? at least, not yet

66. favorite flower(s)?

roses and anything blue!

67. good luck charms?

my dice sets!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

vanilla york peppermint patties... gross

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

pikmin in pikmin 1 who are underneath a bridge when it’s completed are killed because they get pushed through the ground

70. left or right handed?

right handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

probably the hellish bumpy pattern all teachers have all over their fuckin classrooms

72. worst subject?

math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

chicken nuggets in milkshake... good. or frankly just like. cooked chicken mixed with anythin cold like ice or ice cream

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like. 3 or 4

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i was eating a crunch bar and it fell out hehe

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

I WOULD DIE FOR FRENCH FRIES.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

any small blooming plant, like a single rose or flower!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

hrm. coffee from a gas station tbh

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

NEITHER LOOK GOOD LMAO and i don’t have a driver’s license. that’s just like. a prediction

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

lightning bugs!

82. pc or console?

either works but i spend more time on pc!

83. writing or drawing?

writing, but i like both!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio, but i love podcasts like TAZ or Critical Role! 

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither? but probably barbie bc it’s more well known? idk

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes all the way b

87. your greatest fear?

me being the last person i know alive. i’d rather die than outlive everyone

88. your greatest wish?

i hope that no matter what there is after we die, i get to be with the people that are most important to me. 

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my s/o and family tbh

90. luckiest mistake?

buying danganronpa bweguowabguawebogbaweibg

91. boxes or bags?

boxes!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights!

93. nicknames?

i go by wes, dev, bines, anything rlly

94. favorite season?

spring!

95. favorite app on your phone?

tumblr hehe

96. desktop background?

it’s the ddlc cast! it’s a greyscaled image of four of the events cut together and their eyes glow hehe

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only one, and it’s my dads bc i have to call him every time i go to my grandparents’ hehe

98. favorite historical era?

probably the one we’re in now tbh, but like. also hate it