ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Minigolf and Hooters

Based on some stuff I did (safely, I'm fully vaccinated and wore a mask) today with my family. hope you enjoy! (ps, reader is pan in this. hope that's ok!) [warning, some mature jokes.]

GENERAL SETTING: ARCADE W/MINIGOLF, A CERTAIN OWL-THEMED RESTAURANT.

PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

EXTRA STUFF: (D/H/C) = DYED HAIR COLOR

WORD COUNT: 2188

Today was the day. About a week and a half ago, The boys, otherwise known as Byze, Smii7y, Kryoz, And BigJiggilyPanda, had come down to (state name) to see you and hang out for about a month. And today you were heading down to the arcade. This was no ordinary arcade though, it was blacklight themed, had a small movie theater, bowling, and, most important, Minigolf. 

In-game online, you were terrible at GolfIt, the minigolf game you could play online with your friends. But put you in an actual minigolf game with a putter and a neon golf ball, and you were the best. Nobody, not even your (Preferred parent, i.e. mom, dad, parent, etc.), who taught you how to play could beat you. 

But hey. They didn't need to know that.

You pulled up to the place, the boys looking out the windows to see the outside of the building. "You sure this is the place?" John asked looking out the passenger side window. "Yeah, this arcade is awful, what's the word, bland?" Anthony said. He was right, the building's exterior was an off-white color, the roof of the long building was a faded green color, and a large red sign on the front. The only sign this place still ran was the signs outside with "We're open, 9 am-10 pm, Mon-sat!" in discolored clear plastic, the signs for the minigolf they had inside had faded with age. 

"Yes, I'm sure. I go there all the time to practice. You guys are going down today, by the way." You said, pulling into your usual parking spot. "No way man, I bet you're just as bad at mini golf in real life as you are online. It's on." Smitty said as the 5 of you got out of the car. 

Smiling to yourself, you sent your brother who worked at the arcade a text as you walked in. 

Broth

You: it's time

You sure they're ready?

You: totally not. I'm gonna whoop ass today

Go get 'em, tiger

Closing your phone, you walked into the building, holding the door for your friends as they walked in and saw the interior. Grey walls looked black, the carpeted floors had a confetti pattern stitched in that glew with the backlights of the building. Arcade games, racing games, and claw machines flashed with neon lights. Your (D/H/C) glowed with the room as you walked to the exchange counter, the boys following behind looking around in amazement.

Stepping up to the counter, a boy who looked vaguely similar to you, eyes a different color but (h/c) similar to your original hair color that showed at the roots of your hair and was (taller/shorter) than you, was working the cash register. Clearing your throat, he looked up and smiled. "(Y/n)! You're here! I assume for the usual practice sesh? I'll go grab Clair-" he said, playing along with the charade you had set up.

"That won't be necessary," You said with a smirk. "I brought friends here, I'm proving myself," You said pointing to your group of friends behind you, Anthony having his camera out so he could make a video on his visit. "Oh! So these are the friends I've heard so much about! I'm Daniel, (Y/n)'s Brother." He introduced himself. Pulling out a drawer behind the counter he pulled out a card with a grid on it and a pencil with a neon cover and put them on the counter, pushing them over to you. "Have fun, it's on the house, as always. Go kick some butt for me, alright?" He said waving you off so he could assist the next people in line.