booze up

Pepero Day (M)


Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smut, Bestfriend!Yoongi, Valentine’s Day themed

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: Rated M, language, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: This was meant to be a valentine’s day fic, but it’s a day late, rip. I hope you enjoy it regardless!

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This is my contribution to the fandom

Based on this by @a-kingdom-of-foxes cause they asked nicely

  • Reita: Happy birthday Ruuukiiiii!
  • let’s booze it up ! ! everyone, make some noise!
  • Aoi: do you remember?
  • those days we were both riding a bicycle in the freezing cold and talked about our dreams.
  • do you remember?
  • the day you praised me for the first song I wrote.
  • do you remember?
  • the day I opened the mustard and it gushed out on your nose.
  • there are so many memories but I just wanted to tell you this.
  • happy birthday 🎂

✯ ✰ ★ How to impress your crush 101 ✯ ✰ ★
Isak Valtersen style

1. after an intense eyefuck eye contact
2. finish up your booze and kiss the person next to you

3. try to be into it, you need them to be jealous
4. but if you slip up the kiss and become sloppy it ain’t no matter
5. wait for them to plop over and break the kiss (thank you)
6. they’re jealous and you’re unsatisfied (oh well)

↬ remember to: look soft while doing steps 1-6

 how to flirt with your crush manual   |   how to impress your crush manual


You remember Kansas City, Dad? The circus went through town every spring right around my birthday. There was this guy.Him and my mom used to drink and fornicate and beat the crap out of me.They’d make a whole night out of it. And I remember one time it was my ninth birthday him and my mom had just finished round one of boozing, boning, beating up Jerome, and were deciding to take a little break.

You were addictive. My own personal cocaine. So when you left I turned to alcohol. But I don’t even need that anymore because I’m done being addicted to you.
—  Getting over you

anonymous asked:

After the orgy at Brian apartment why did Justin refuse to kiss him ?? #doyouthinkhekissedsomeoneelse

lmao nah I’m p sure his breath just stinks

Good Girl (Chapter 4)

Summary: After barely being in the sanctuary for a day, you cause trouble in the cafeteria. You wonder how Negan will punish you..

WARNINGS: Negan’s horrid mouth

Notes: Negan fluff is involved in this chapter, the kinky side of me will be revealed with the next chapters. Please let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

You laid on Negan’s bed staring at the lanterns beside you. It was peaceful and almost nostalgic. It reminded you of the days before hell had practically risen on Earth. In the corner of your eye you could see Negan staring at you. But even still, you drifted away within your daydreams. After some time had passed of overthinking, you turned your head towards


“Are you leaving the compound again today?”

He stared back at you with tired eyes, “No, I already did my shit at Alexandria.”

“Let’s play a drinking game. Got any booze?” You asked sitting up slightly on your elbows.

“That’s how you plan on getting my life story?” He smirked as he spoke.

“It’s worth a shot.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit early to get fucking smashed?”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

“Maybe later darlin’, I’m going to go check up on the daily duties,” he moved across the room towards the door. “If you need anything, ask Dwight, and don’t fucking touch anything in my office.” He walked out of the room and into the office, leaving you alone.

As soon as you heard the door click and Negan’s footsteps fade down the hallway, you began rummaging through his office. You found nothing interesting besides a bunch of random numbers of supplies and some books you decided you would get lost in at another time. You came to the conclusion that wandering around the sanctuary sounded a lot more fun than waiting around. You roamed aimlessly down the hallways, occasionally eavesdropping on the conversations occurring behind half-shut doors. Eventually you stumbled upon the cafeteria. You entered the line of people grabbing trays and food. You grabbed a blueberry muffin and an apple juice pouch. As you started to walk away someone called after you.

“Hey hot stuff, are you going to fucking pay for that shit or what?” A man who looked about 30 spoke loud enough for everyone to turn towards you in curiosity. You stood there dumbly gathering your thoughts, also trying to find out who the fuck this guy was talking to. The last time someone asked you to pay for something was before the apocalypse. To hear it now was just weird.

“I’m new here, I didn’t know you had to pay.” You answered, confused.

“Great, which means you have no fucking points, give your shit back.” He began to walk towards you as he spoke.

“Chill out man I just want to eat!” You said defensively holding your muffin away from him.

“Put up or shut the fuck up bitch”. He was now inches away.

The fight or flight instinct popped into your head. And the last thing you needed was for Negan to publicly bash your skull in for fucking up one of his men. You were starting to love to push that man’s buttons, but you knew when not to cross the line. Messing with his system of assholes would definitely be one way of crossing it.  Even still, you were hungry and growing tired of this guy’s attitude. So you bolted for the exit.

“Someone fucking get that bitch!” he called after you.

You zigzagged through the crowd of people who were now all staring at you with a range of emotions. Unsure if anyone was chasing after you, you felt a sense of relief as you sped through the cafeteria doors, only to be met with a slim, mean looking woman. You had seen her before at Alexandria, her name was a Arat. She looked like a total bitch from the first time you saw her. You thought the two of you would be great friends after realizing you both share this ‘wonderful’ trait. However, you didn’t expect your BFF meeting to be like this. No words were even exchanged before she tackled you to the ground. You quickly shoved the muffin into your mouth before she pinned both of your arms to the floor. Squirming beneath her grip, she landed a solid punch into your cheekbone causing you to wince. Having no other option you spit the muffin that was once in your mouth directly into face. From the outside looking in, the scene must have been comical. But with the anger that was raising within you, comical was a poor choice of words. She was stunned, giving you the chance to roll over on top of her, landing multiple punches on her face. A crowd gathered around the two of you as you started to successfully beat her ass.

“Someone get Negan!” Someone yelled, causing you to tense up. Your original intention was to leave the scene without causing any trouble, that way today wouldn’t be the day Negan publicly assassinated you. But how could you not fight back when Arat had initiated a fight? Arat grabbed onto your face and painfully scratched down, looking for something to grip onto. You punched her again. You stood up to kick her in the face, she winced. As you went for another kick, long arms wrapped around you and practically tossed you over the crowd. Still holding on to you, his voice bellowed over you,

“And what in the fuck is going on here?!”

It was Negan.

Arat rose to speak, “This stupid fucking bitch-” she lunged for another attack and Negan turned away from her, guarding you with his back.

“Arat, cut that fucking shit out right fucking now. As much as I’d love to fucking see some girl-on-girl action, that shit does not fucking fly here”. He spoke heavily

“She wanted a muffin, but had no points. She tried stealing it and running away. But I tackled her.” Arat spoke between breaths.

“Over a muffin? You’ve got to be fucking joking!” Negan chuckled to himself. “Alright, as you were!” Negan shouted to the crowd. He glared at Arat before letting you go and leading you back to your room.

The walk there seemed to last forever. The tension could be cut with a knife, causing the both of you to walk in silence. You were still high off of adrenaline and anger, and you could almost feel the dark aura around Negan. You had barely been there for a day and you had already fucked up big time. When you reached the room you prepared yourself to be kicked out on your ass or worse. Closing the door behind him, he forced you to sit on the couch. He left you alone for a couple of seconds as he disappeared into the bathroom. You thought about the ways he planned on torturing you, and your official meeting with Lucille. Instead, he came back with a first aid kit and kneeled between your slightly spread legs. You couldn’t bare the silence anymore. “I just wanted a muffin. I-”

“Enough.” He retorted sternly. He patted a wet cloth against the scratch on your cheek, causing you to flinch at his touch.

“It’s alright darlin’” you relaxed at his words. The silence turned from dreadful, to bliss as the tension faded. After cleaning the wound, he placed a band-aid vertically against it. He then felt around for any other injuries. When he pressed against your cheekbone, you winced. He twitched at the sound and met your gaze.

“She punched me’s nothing I can’t handle though..” You trailed off.

He shook his head. “It’ll most likely bruise up, I doubt it’s anything fucking worst than that”.

You rubbed your hand against the bone, “Were you a doctor before or something?”

He stood up, “No, but I have some experience with minor injuries.” he walked away avoiding anymore questions.

TAGS: @ericas-negan77 @lovekiziyahlove @sweetdelilah

A Temporary Condition.

Plot: Steve is sleep deprived, hurt and having a rough time of it. Will his boyfriend exboyfriend rise to the occasion? Fluffy romantic H/C.

Content warnings: Child abuse, cheating, drinking, language and other canon-typical shit.

A/N: Thank yall for the 400 followers! Also this story started out really good but I got my wisdom teeth removed and I feel like Steve got progressively more OOC? Anyway it’s still good work for someone on painkillers lmfao.

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anonymous asked:

What Tsukki and Akashi do when Bokuto and Kuroo bring a stay home. Also good luck on the writer's block.

thank you, dear anon. hehe. 

A different kind of stray (~1K)

“Bro, dude, how are we gonna tell them—”

The bedroom door flew open, truncating Bokuto’s question. His head was in Kuroo’s lap, but he sat up as Tsukishima and Akaashi came in, both worn out from their part-time jobs at one of the local bars.

Bokuto and Kuroo knew that haunted look in their eyes, the one that meant they’d had to deal with some rowdy, boozed up miscreants, probably because of some sports-related event. Why either of them had taken tonight’s extra-long shift was just beyond them, but it was perfect timing, really. They were already upset, so what was one more thing…

“Tell them what?” Tsukki asked, leering at the pair as he leaned against the doorjamb, his fatigue evident in the way he slumped, in how he hadn’t bothered to fix his glasses, which were perched near the tip of his nose.

Akaashi was silent as he began peeling off his clothes. He’d already loosened his tie, and the top couple of buttons on his plaid button-up were undone, revealing the delicate arches of his collar bone. He paid the rest of them no mind as he stripped to his boxers, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake as he hopped toward the bed, one leg of his skinny jeans bunched around his ankle.

The spicy scent of alcohol and a tinge of sweat rolled off Akaashi and curled in Bokuto’s nose. He wasn’t drunk, though, and neither was Tsukki. (That they reeked of alcohol came with the territory of working a bar until one in the morning. They weren’t drinkers because booze made them both feel out of control, something the two couldn’t bear. And somebody had to grudgingly take care of Bokuto and Kuroo when they decided to get trashed.)   

“Oh, um, we kinda picked up—” Bokuto started, but Kuroo leaned forward and clamped a hand over his mouth.

An arm wended its way around Bokuto’s waist and dug into his belly, and Kuroo pulled him back so that he was leaning back against his chest. “We were supposed to break it to them gently,” Kuroo hissed in his ear.

Tired of having his sentences cut off, Bokuto parted his lips and nipped Kuroo’s palm, then snaked his tongue in a circle. After Kuroo drew back his hand with a ”Bo! Really?” and wiped it on Bokuto’s shoulder, Bokuto continued, “We picked up a stray!”

“Dude, I know where that tongue has been, so can you please—!” The rest of Kuroo’s half-joking sentence dissolved into an indignant growl.

Akaashi had belly-flopped onto the bed and muttered, “I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now, you idiots,” and Tsukki followed suit but collapsed backwards into the sheets, grunting in agreement. He folded his arms behind his head, one elbow jabbing Kuroo in the thigh.

Kuroo turned up his nose. “You guys stink, especially you, Tsukki.” Even though Kuroo was miffed, he reflexively reached to ruffle Tsukki’s hair. His other hand was still trapping Bokuto to his chest. “Go sleep on the couch if you care about my nose and the state of my sanity.”  

“We all know the only thing we keep you around for is neither of those things,” Akaashi said against the sheets, “So unless you were planning on giving me a shower or dragging me to the couch, I am not moving.” He wiggled in deeper, burrowing under one of Bokuto’s outstretched legs.

Kuroo couldn’t think of a snide enough reply.

“If you don’t have the energy, that means it’s the perfect time to tell you!” Bokuto chirped, one hand fluttering to caress Akaashi’s cheek. “She’s so cute, ‘Kaashi. Her fur is brown with cream spots and she’s got these dark doe-eyes that just melt you to mush, and her little tuft of a tail is just too adorable.”

Akaashi’s belly warmed at the way his boyfriend talked with his hands, as if words were not enough to describe the creature, probably a cat, that they’d brought home. Most people thought Bokuto was overbearing or too bright, but that’s what made him so easy to love.

Tsukki smirked, a small laugh bubbling off his lips. “So, is it a dog or a cat?”

Bokuto twisted to look at Kuroo, whose mouth was turned down into a wry smile. “You’ll have to come see for yourself~” He launched himself off the bed, jostling Akaashi and Tsukki, then pivoted to face his boyfriends, his hands curled into fists against his hips.

The look in Bokuto’s eyes was a challenge that Tsukki couldn’t ignore, and as he clambered off the bed to follow him, Kuroo pulled Akaashi to the edge and took him up in his arms wordlessly and carried him out the room bridal-style. (He knew from experience that Akaashi meant it when he said he wasn’t budging.)

Bokuto led them down the hall to their small laundry room, pushing the door open so that Tsukki, Kuroo, and Akaashi could step inside. Bokuto squeezed in behind them; it was a tight fit for one person, let alone four.

“Tsukki, I’m sorry.” Kuroo adjusted his hold on Akaashi, who’d thrown his arms around Kuroo’s neck to see better. “Akaashi reeks just as much as you do.”

Akaashi nuzzled against the soft skin below Kuroo’s jaw, knowing that his hair tickled Kuroo’s cheek with the motion. “You love me,” he breathed.  

Kuroo grinned. “I’m not so sure.”

“Ready?” Bokuto flicked the lights on.

Then, “Is that a fucking deer?”

At Tsukki’s outburst, a light brown head peeked over the edge of the cardboard box tucked against the back corner of the laundry room. The fawn’s white-tipped ears twitched and her fearless gaze danced between the four of them. Her long, thin legs were tucked beneath her; she’d been sleeping, comfortable in a nest of soft, dryer-warm blankets.  

“It’s a fawn, Tsukki.”

“Technicality, Kuroo.”

“When you said stray, this is not what I had in mind.” Akaashi said, giggling. Kuroo knew he was close to conking out. Giggly Akaashi was an exhausted Akaashi. He might as well have been drunk. Kuroo gripped him tighter when he tried to slide out of his arms.

“She is…cute,” Tsukki admitted. “Did you name her?”

Kuroo snorted. “We couldn’t choose between Grigori Rasputin and Oikawa.”