#fruit soju

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

stir fry, dragon fruit, and strawberry soju, yay :)

[vampirepiss]

stress again :3

[hana-toast]

the little things 14/25 📷✨

[kaibaswifey-old]

who wants to talk to me rn and by talk to me i mean listen to me complain about shit, but you don't say anything to me. you DEFINITELY don't show sadness or sympathy. maybe send some nice emojis. that's it. just listen, stfu and 🥳👽 🌈

[world-of-asian-style]

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[ricsang]

omg i haven't done a tag game in y e a r s 😭 ty so much for the tag sunnie!! 💙

egg 🥚 - soft boiled or omelette! i prefer it to scrambled for some reason-

steak 🥩 - I've actually only had it once, but i think medium/medium-well !!

milk 🥛 - lactose free/almond cause we're intolerant~

alcohol 🍸 - red wine, especially blackberry! i also really enjoyed campari spritz when I tried it in Rome but never had it again ToT

warm drink ☕ - fruity teas and turkish coffee - however i prefer iced stuff by a lot

i don't really have anyone to tag :( so if anyone wants to do it feel free to!

[helianthologies]

... are you supposed to drink soju straight from the bottle

[syndrmes]

Filler words for usernames: Terror, grief, despair, archive/rkive, revenge, time, petal, flora, heaven(ly), soju, nerd(y), wdym, what, miss/mrs/mr, digi(tal), central, msg, txt, original, horror, charm, sleepy, natural/nature, shape, miffy, sequel, prequel, fruit, love(d), tape, tale, story, fiction, lovers, gloss(ed), film, drama, scent(ed), required, out, forgot/forget, guide(d) lost, stuck (in), type, blog, vlog, mbti, tube, https, alarm, vibe, site, myth, dalgi, sweet, jpg, png, file, size, fight, realize, jeans, fever, new, into, info, fever, cam, mind, reveal, gaze(s), city, hint, inner, dear, etc

Words i use most to put before/between keywords: his/her/their, of, any, in, so, by, wdym, what, miss/mrs/mr, worst, best, how, but, sweet, sour, https, into, ipod, 90s/Fifth any number), made by, etc

.. misspelling words looks good sometimes too, take my username for example

[dirtysvthoughts]

tipsy nights 🌕

tags/warnings: boyfriend! chan, female! reader, alcohol, mentions of a finished dinner, lots of kissing, lots of touching and feeling each other up, reader praises chan, chan gets kinda shy, dry humping

word count: 1.9k

notes: thank you to @duhnova for helping me with the idea for this drabble! this has been a recurring thought in my mind - getting tipsy with chan, making out, and getting handsy 🥺 the dingo tipsy live is also one of my favorite chan looks ever (and the inspiration for this drabble), it’s so boyfriend coded 😩 anyways, enjoy besties!

chan stretches out his body, groaning out in satisfaction as you wash the dishes from your meal. “seriously babe, you’re such a great cook! that tteokbokki was one of the best i’ve ever had.”

you blush at chan’s words, a smile making its way on your lips. “thanks chan, i’m really glad you liked it!” you dry your hands with a towel as you join him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulders as your legs move into a mermaid position. chan puts his hand on your knee and begins rubbing your skin in a circular motion.

“you take such good care of me,” he admires, looking in your eyes, feeling as if he could get lost in them forever. “you’re always making sure i’m eating, making sure i’m well, i don’t deserve you..”

“i don’t deserve you, chan,” you emphasize, holding his hand. “the things you’ve done for me and the way you take care of me too? you’re the greatest boyfriend ever.��

you share a quick kiss, resting your head on chan’s shoulder when you separate. having a partner that not only understood you, but wanted to know more about you, flaws and all is one of the best feelings you’ve experienced.

after a few minutes of silence, you eye the bottles of soju and other alcohol on the table in front of you. plates of snacks and fruit were also laid out, your eyes turning back to your boyfriend. “ready to start drinking?”

chan smirks as he grabs a soju bottle, causing you to sit up for a moment. he pops the top off fashionably and he pours halfway to your shot glass, while pouring to the top for his. you reach for your liquor as you both say cheers, clinking your glasses and taking your shots. you hiss at the strong taste of the alcohol, the slightly bitter taste of regular soju wasn’t your favorite, but it was tolerable.

chan laughs at your reaction, shaking his head, “still getting use to the taste huh?”

“the flavored one taste so much better to me!” you defend. “i dunno how you take down almost three bottles of this,” you take the bottle as you pour another shot, stopping halfway again.

“but yet, you’re getting another drink of it,” he chided and you playfully, lightly hit him on his shoulder. “i never said i didn’t like it, y’know,” you pop a chip into your mouth, swallowing it. “i just prefer other tastes.”

thirty minutes pass by and a pleasant feeling overtakes your body and brain. you’re not completely drunk, but you definitely could say you weren’t sober either. what was the word you were looking for?

“are you tipsy, baby?” chan smiles at you leaning his head back on the couch, hand covering his face, chuckling to himself. while his tolerance was way higher than yours, he had already downed two and a half bottles of soju - and is probably more intoxicated than you are.

“mmmhmm,” your slowly slur, leaning forward but stopping yourself so you wouldn’t fall over. “it feels good though, not gonna lie,” you giggle, shifting yourself to sit closer to your boyfriend. you rest your head on his shoulder again, hand holding on his forearms. you stare at the wall in front of you, but you look up at him when he takes another swig of alcohol, biting your lip watching his adam’s apple move with each swallow, how his lips looked so soft and pillowy.

you tap his arm twice and it brings his attention back to you, chan humming in response to your gesture. “i dunno if told you this but you look really hot today.. i mean you always look hot, but right now?” you stop to bite your lip, legs pressing together tightly, “god, i need you inside of me, on top of me, maybe even underneath me.”

chan blushes profusely at your words, his bright smile making one also spread across your face. you kiss his cheek twice, but something inside you is encourages you to go further and your lips trail down his cheek to the left side of his neck. his breath hitches at the sensation, your moist, wet lips doing something to him.

“i didn’t think my outfit today would have such an effect on you,” he muses, looking down at the long sleeve brown top he matched with some jeans. he hadn’t intended on making you feel a certain way when he puts this together, but he mentally pats himself on the back for it because look where it got him. his favorite girl in the world, tipsy and kissing his neck ever so tenderly.

you chuckle, moving your body to sit on top of his left thigh, praising and thanking all the high powers for convincing you to wear shorts today. you maneuver yourself closer to him, lips diving into his neck again, but this time alternating between kisses and small, light bites. this clearly arouses chan and his hands make their way to the small of your waist, softly gripping the skin.

“mmm channie,” you moan softly as your hands make their way down to his chest and stomach, fingertips tracing the line of his abs. “you’re so handsome and stunning.. everything about you is so attractive. you’re an amazing performer, a hard worker, so patient and understanding.. not to mention funny and insanely talented, you’re like the complete package.”

you momentarily pause as your hand goes inside his shirt, now tracing the lines of his skin. your fingers slowly dance their way down to chan’s zipper, his breathing becoming quicker. “just wanna show you how amazing you are my love, wanna shower you with you all the compliments i can think of,” you kiss his forehead as you tease him by rubbing your fingers lightly against his crotch.

chan leans his head back as he whines from all the praise he was getting. “baby, you’re making me red,” he says a little above a whisper, and you can’t help but smile at how cute he is right now. normally he would be one to take compliments to his advantage, use them to dirty talk you until you were leaking all over him. but tonight was different. there was something in the air chan couldn’t define, but whatever it was, he just wanted to let you take the lead in this moment.

deciding that it was time to switch things up, you begin to slowly grind on your boyfriend’s thigh, the feeling of your shorts and his jeans on your crotch has you immediately moaning. chan’s mouth opens in awe as he lays his eyes back on you, the expression on your face and the way you bite down on your lips has him starting to form a wet spot on his boxers.

chan tenses the muscles in his thigh and it has your chest falling forward, causing you to release a louder moan. “shit, channie,” you whine, a doe like look spread across your face. “please do that again, please,” you beg breathlessly, never stopping your enticing motions on his leg.

chan smirks at how affected you are and fulfills your request, tensing his muscles again and moving his leg side to side to add extra excitement to your folds. you whimper as your body continues to heat up, chan’s movement and groans tightening the coil in your stomach. before you think you’re about to burst, chan taps the back of your thigh twice, bringing all of your movement to a stop.

“there’s two things i want you to do for me pretty girl,” he bites his lips as he eyes you up and down, noticing how your nipples got perky and were peeking through your shirt. “yes baby?” you respond, pushing some of your hair back that got in your face.

“first, stand up and take your shorts off for me. let me see your cute little panties,” he smirks, now eyeing the lower half of your body as you get up from his leg. four eyes dare not leave chan’s as you find the button to your shorts, then you work the zipper down, pulling them down slowly as he groans when they’re completely off your legs, kicking them off to the side.

“like what you see?” you tease, already knowing the answer. chan licks his lips and beckons you to come closer with his index finger.

“second thing, you think you can ride me but sit on my lap this time? i wanna feel your pretty little pussy on my dick.”

“think?” you playfully roll your eyes as you maneuver your body and gingerly sit on his lap, you crotch pressing against chan’s. “i know i can, i wanna feel you too channie,” you moan already feeling his hard on touch the material of your underwear.

“how are you so hard already?” you geniunely question as chan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. “not that i’m complaining or anything!”

your boyfriend smiles as he seals your lips in a long, drawn out kiss, guiding your body to grind against him. “that’s all you baby,” chan laughs as you hold on to his shoulders, feeling up his arms. “you feel so good rolling your hips into me like a good girl.. i can feel how wet you are too, soaking these adorable panties you have on,” his fingers lightly touch your clit from the outside and it has you mewling, craving for more - chan’s name and more higher pitched moans than the others you let out earlier consistently coming out your lips.

“channie,” you beg, moving down on him with a bit more pressure. “i need you so bad, need you to fuck me here on the couch after i come.. please tell me you’ll fuck me,” your eyes looking like they were watering. chan tilts your chin up as he pushes his hips up to thrust into you, making sure you kept your eyes on him. “i fuck you just how you want baby, i’ll make sure i’ll have you screaming for me on this couch, have you begging even more than you are now. you want that baby? want me to have you screaming my name?” you pace has sped up as you nod frantically, the coil in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter.

“chan! chan! cha-” you loudly whine as your body becomes undone, slumping into your boyfriend’s chest as you come all over his boxers, making an even bigger mess on his clothes. your breathing is ragged, but you love the state you’re in right now, chan continuing to hold you by the waist as he rubs your back.

“think you’ve sobered up a bit?” chan asks as he helps you sit up. “cause i know i have,” he chuckles, brushing his hair back. you nod, agreeing with him. “yeah, i think so too.”

after a few beats of comfortable silence, you call out your boyfriend’s name, looking up at him. “can you still take me down on the couch? i still haven’t felt you inside me yet,” you fake pout as he smugly smiles, switching your position, and pressing you down on the couch’s material.

“just you wait, i’m gonna leave you wanting my touch for a very long time.”

[hwaflms]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct 127 as 1d songs!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS

♡ taeil . . . last first kiss

rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands

♡ taeyong . . . little things

LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside

♡ johnny . . . she's not afraid

secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonald’s, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen

♡ yuta . . . perfect

parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties

♡ doyoung . . . half a heart

soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets

♡ jaehyun . . . no control

stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks

♡ jungwoo . . . 18

amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls

♡ mark . . . i want to write you a song

pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand

♡ haechan . . . temporary fix

stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing

[lonigiri]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ALL SIGNS LEAD TO YOU˚ · . tsukishima kei

๋࣭ ⭑ content warning: strangers to lovers, tooth rotting fluff, tsukishima is a cutie pie, karaoke ! , just a really cute fic

๋࣭ ⭑ wc: 875

๋࣭ ⭑ an: this is so cute im gonna combust

tsukishima stands in the middle of the fruits isle. basket in hand, staring at the strawberries intently. eyebrows furrowed trying to pick out whichever ones are the best. "i like getting these ones, they're always the juiciest." a voice broke him out of his concentration. turning his head and looking down, she held out the strawberries to him. her smile as sweet as the strawberries--presumably-- "sorry that was kinda weird, i saw you staring at the strawberries and i thought i would help." her face pinkening slightly. he let a slight smile grace his face, listening to the cute girl ramble. he nodded "thank you, i'll make sure to use them well." he took the strawberries from her and placed them into his basket. giving her the smallest smile ever before walking off with the strawberries.

- one week later -

like clockwork, in the same spot. tsukishima standing there at the strawberries, trying to remember what brand the strawberries were that he got last week. eyebrows furrowed staring even harder then he did last week. "wow i guess this is fate!" the familiar voice gracing his ears. he turned over to see the cute girl once more. "d'ya forget what brand they were?" she smiled at him. his ears turning a slight shade of pink as he nodded slightly. she laughed and reached for the box of strawberries and handed them to tsukishima with a smile. "thank you." he mumbled out bowing slightly. "wow dont gotta be so formal with me ! we're basically acquaintances now from how much we've bumped into eachother!"

- two weeks later -

she drummed her nails on the table as she waited for her blind date to come in. her friends set her up with a random guy and told her it'd be a perfect fit. she said yes just to humor them but they actually set the date up. "oh my god you're kidding!" her eyes widened as she saw the male sit down across from her. "you're the grocery store guy this is actually crazy." a big smile forming on her face. a pink hue creeping up on tsukishima's face. for some reason tsukishima had such a soft spot for her, he didnt know why, he couldnt place his finger on it. hes only met her twice but whenever he sees her he cant help but smile. as soon as he saw her at that table he knew he was set.

- an hour later -

"wow so you really like strawberries huh?" "guess so? never really thought about it." he shrugged his shoulders. of course he's thought about it, he loves everything and anything strawberry flavored he just doesn't want to say that in front of the girl that he's on a date with. "you dont have to act cool around me you know. i've found you staring at the strawberries at the produce market twice now." she laughed. his face turning a light pink. "fine, i guess i kinda like strawberries a little bit." "oh do ya' now i woulda never guessed!" a big smile apearing on her face. tsukishima stuffed the strawberry shortcake in his mouth as he face blushed.

-6 weeks later-

tsukishima and yn stayed in contact after their date, going on 7 more dates after their first one. their friends had asked them to go karaoking with them but tsukishima wasnt a fan at all. he had rejected everyone when they asked him to go. so naturally all of yns friends had begged her to ask tsukishima because he "wouldn't say no" to her. and suprisingly --not really-- he said yes. so there they were at karaoke. yn had sang 3 songs already by herself and 2 duets with her friends, and drank quite a bit of soju. now she was bothering tsukishima. "please just one song! you can pick whatever you want please just one!" she sat next to him pleading, due to her being drunk she was a little touchier then usual, placing her hands on the sides of his face. his face flushed red, not knowing if it was the alcohol settling in his system or the physical contact that he was experiencing, still shaking his head no. she batted her eyelashes at him and jutted out her bottom lip. "please! im begging you! just one, for me!" somehow im the loud room with 6 other drunk people and loud off key singing, the only thing that tsukishima could focus on was yn and how pretty she looked. a big sigh released from tsukishima as he gave into the pretty girls request. "fine just one song-" "YAY!" "and i get to pick the song." "deal!"

-one horrific song later-

"oh my GOD, i didnt know you liked kpop, especially not girl groups!" tsukishima deadpanned at her but couldnt keep that look on his face because of the gigantic smile on her face. a smile formed on his face, his eyes connecting with hers before she wrapped her arms around his neck, wrapping him in a tight embrace. she pulled away slightly from the hug placing her hands on his cheeks, "i think you're really cute tsukki." she whispered to him before pressing her lips against his. everyone around cheering for the two of them. 

[inkbitten]

i like your writing i wanna see how you do some of the other sinners…so maybe yi sang, faust, and ryoshu with a reader who has a lot of weird creative/philosophical ideas but no one wants to listen to or understand their nonsense ramblings

A CREATIVE OR PHILOSOPHICAL READER.

( WAHHH THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY WRITING SOBS,, also. some of these may or not be inspired by my friends' portrayals. )

YI SANG.

he enjoys your rambles, especially the drunken ones that come after you two have enjoyed a few bottles of soju.

“ do you think a trash can knows it's a trash can? ” you ask, and he bursts into inebriated guffaws.

“ i'm serious! ” you whine. among the other abnormalities and beasts you've encountered, your drunken mind believes that a sentient trash can is not out of the realm of possibilities.

“ i don't.. haha. “ he clears his throat, taking a moment to think. well, if a pair of shoes can possess someone.. “ perhaaps so. how do you buh—leef.. belieevee it would occur? ”

yi sang adores the way your eyes light up, features almost aglow each time he inquires further. he doesn't drink anymore, wanting to be able to recall your rambles come morning.

FAUST.

faust is one of the more attentive ones when you ramble to her. most of your ideas and concepts involve her magnum opus, mephistoles.

“ hey, don't you think it'd be cool if the bus had a UV light option on the headlights? ”

“ ..faust believes this could prove fruitful. ” comes her always——calm response.

if the headlights had such a feature, perhaps they could unveil things to aid in procuring more boughs.

“ can i help? ”

“ no. ” her voice becomes firmer than usual, but softens once more. “ ..however, you may watch. ”

RYŌSHU.

your creative rambles seem to usually involve art, and art history. she listens with a lit cigarette between her lips as you go on a tangent, arms waving around for emphasis. you're usually a little more reserved, so she always likes how animated you become. like watching a doll come to life.

she has several sketches of the poses you make as you speak to her—— arms extended at the side with palms facing up, fingers curled at your side as you resist the urge to move. ..she hates when you're still as you ramble. where is the passion she loves to see?

eventually, it is not you seeking her out, but the other way around.

“ S.P.T.M, “ she says one day in the bus's kitchen, aiming to get you to ramble once more.

” ..? ” oh. speak to me. “ uh, sure. ” you awkwardly reply, unused to the usually self—kept ryōshu coming up to you first. “ can i rant about calarts again? ”

“ mmn. “

[mooseung]

୨୧ nerves and liquid courage

oh seungmin (o.de)

ᨳ you and your childhood best friend are only allowed to share 3 bottles of soju to maintain your long lasting friendship.

𖧷 very inspired by dear m. i luv that show

𖧷 who else is insane about oh seungmin (frantically waves hand around)

𖧷 cw mentions drinking, drunk people, kissing

you’re face to face with your best friend. a scarlet red flushes across his face as if it was painted by the sun. his fingers are coated in alcohol after the two hours he’s spent clanking his glass with yours. his slim, gentle eyes squint at the brightness of the quiet bar, and he unknowingly rocks his body in circles. your childhood best friend after two and a half bottles.

on an average drinking day he would consume two and you would have one. this time, someone must have misordered because an extra bottle found its way to your table, and from the rough day you both were having, it snickered and threatened the pact. you’re done with your first bottle and eye the bottle he’s working on, but you fear that the daze he’s in will soon become familiar within yourself.

because your childhood best friend is the world’s most attractive man ever, in and out. his gentle coos that escape his glossy, fruitful lips - when you notice your thought process you confirm that you’re approaching your limit.

this happens every now and then, and that’s why the two of you have implemented the rule of never surpassing 3 bottles in total. it’s for times like these, where frazzled minds may lead to regrets. it’s something the both of you feared may jeopardize your friendship despite it being held by ancient pillars, so the simple rule is crucial to the two of you. even buzzed you understand that rule completely. in the morning you’ll realize he’s better off as a friend, because he’s a great one.

seungmin pours himself a glass. his eyes peer up to meet yours that are cloudy and tell him enough. for this round he skips your glass and rather asks, “are you okay?”

you messily nod. alcohol tended to paralyze all your noticeable senses, including your ability to voice out words that you mean to say. so you remain silent about what you’re feeling, afraid that something might slip in the presence of your sly, intoxicated tongue.

minutes later you finish the bottle together, him mostly carrying the weight for you. you feel a single butterfly at the gesture, but it’s your sign to go. the situation has reached its greatest extent, and your bodies are warning you in similar ways. seungmin plays with the soju bottle cap, fingers intertwining the aluminum until it’s a wide heart. now three heart caps decorate the table, while the additional bottle is left empty and gets glanced over by the two.

seungmin stays in his seat, wavering for a bit as he licks his lips and studies the details in the bar. he seems nervous.

“seungmin,” you tilt your head, “why are you nervous?” you’re trying to meet his eyes, but they scan everywhere but you. it’s pitches your worries up, prompting you to sprint out of your seat and approach him, “hey, are you okay?”

“i’m - i’m okay.” he stammers to save himself from the feeling of your palms on him. he still avoids you, staring down as he suggests, “we should go home.”

it’s cold outside, and your warm breaths create flurries in the air. cold flakes freckle your flushed cheeks as you walk beside one another, occasionally bumping shoulders. it unknowingly tickles you; you feel the need to laugh when he accidentally stumbles in your path. so you push him back, and it suddenly lightens his heart a smudge. “hey, that was on purpose!”

you shrug, “my apologies.”

“being formal?”

“i will.”

you’re not sure where you’re going with this bit. your brain is fuzzy, the streetlights are starting to look like water colored paintings. your hands are freezing, but your face feels like it’s on fire. you’re trying to survive at this point. seungmin notices immediately, catching on like the veteran he held himself to be when it comes to you and drinks. “you’re bad at drinking…you need to stop accepting my invitations.”

you shake your head, “you get all loser-ish when you drink alone.” you stare at your feet as you shuffle by, feeling his eyes shoot angry rays of warmth to your cheeks. he complains and insults you back, but you follow up with the truth, “i like to drink every now and then.”

he scoffs and turns away. he wants to say something like, ‘then learn your limit.’ but tonight was weird, as you guys dismissed the usual promise without discussion. it might be quite obvious by the way seungmin is tripping over his feet and slurring every other word, though he’s trying his best.

a river accompanies you two for a while until you pay it more attention. it’s calm. a few ducks hinder underneath the bridge, their eyes tight as they snuggle against one another in accents of comfort. the moon joins the stars in illuminating flickers of light on the serene waters that trickle to a nice rhythm. you approach it without a word, and seungmin follows you without a choice.

your hand cradles the metal railing separating you from nature. it stings your finger with brittle coldness, but it means nothing to you. the view of a river and the collection of bright and busy buildings far behind it melts into your brain like medicated tea. you gently move your hair behind you, letting the cold wind bite your neck. but it appeases the cheeks that have been inflamed for hours now, so it’s what you crave.

seungmin finds the view of you absolutely insane.

it was the moment you pushed your hair back, the way the wind carried those strands far behind you as you shut your eyes tightly and felt the fresh air fill every crevice in your lungs. it’s the way the sounds of the river was nothing wondrous compared to the breaths that escaped your parted lips and rosy nose. he stared at your hands that rathered touch a cold and bitter metal barrier instead of his warm and tender hands, that just waited to provide comfort such as those ducks that snoozed peacefully beneath the scene.

it’s not the alcohol. your childhood best friend is pathetically head over heels for you.

it made sense, as his past dates had the tendency to abandon him after noticing the way he talks about you when you’re not around. it’s easy to catch the moments where his mind would flicker to you and your quirks when they’re least relevant. he apologized profusely to his dates, but the women laughed since they only found a love story waiting to blossom. they wished him the best before leaving him without disclosing their findings. these thoughts of his have always been buried with fear guarding the grave, but he’s uncovered and understood them, and intoxication holds the power to triumph fear to set loose his feelings.

“i like you.” liquid courage.

you slowly turn to meet your childhood best friend. you emphasize, your childhood best friend. the boy you met when the two of you were small kids, terrified of being in school rather than sitting at home twiddling your fingers. the boy who teased you, the boy you’ve cried to, the boy who has always had the good advice because he knows every little thing about you. you want to believe he’s joking with these words. when you study him you find seriousness in the middle of his hiccups, and you’re even more confused as to what to think about it.

“you’re drunk.” this has never happened before, but you assume this is the way to go. this is the right thing to do. you can’t lay a finger on this friendship. your brain is electrified and awake with the shock, and you feel at least slightly more conscious than a tipsy zombie.

why are you anticipating…something?

“i’ve liked you for a very long time, i think.”

seungmin does it again. he’s looking at everything but you now. he doesn’t want to meet your gaze, despite it ranking in his brain to be one of the most beautiful wonders of the world. he’s scared it has just been chipped all to his doing. so much for liquid courage; it ran for two seconds, and now it might impact him for the rest of his life.

you pause for a minute, tilting your head, “is this liquid courage…or are you just confused?” you’re not expecting an answer from him, as you instead spoke to yourself as a desperate attempt to explain this moment to your dizzy brain.

a wave crashes into seungmin. he stumbles back from the shame, and he quickly learns that it’s regret. there’s a slight attempt to salvage it, “can we talk about this tomorrow?”

but you have no idea what that’s about, “seungmin, i’m confused.”

and it sends his off.

“i don’t mean to, i really don’t.” he splatters out his feelings like a broken faucet. “i know it’s always been ‘just friends’, but i find myself watching you as someone more. but i’ve loved you as a friend and i don’t want to ruin that for you either… that’s why i want to talk more when i’m not in this state.”

you study him; he’s heavy with emotion. his arms sag beside him until he awkwardly tucks his fingers into his denim jeans. he briefly looks at you when you’ve remained quiet. nothing can come out, and you’re not sure if anything should. you‘re also not in your right mind, despite the desperate attempts to grasp onto a sober reality.

“i’ll walk you home.” he turns around, waiting for you to follow beside him. it’s the most awkward walk, with the two of you still not walking straight but avoiding each others’ once playful touch. you especially find yourself paranoid in your head, becoming a ball of thought as confusion transforms into an unknown entity of thought that ultimately leads to anticipation.

eventually the two of you approach your door, and all that’s left for you to do is to bid him farewell before slipping behind the door as quickly as you can. but instead you stand, face-to-face once again, flushed cheeks, childhood friends. childhood friends.

“seung, do you…regret saying that?”

this is the first time tonight where intense eye contact has been enacted. you’re staring at him, and finally he’s meeting your gaze.

“if it ruins everything, yes.” he suppresses the urge to apologize. rather he detaches his eyes from you, afraid to heighten the disappointment plastered on your face. however, pure courage returns and he remains in his spot, finally with some of his senses sobered up. the entire confession was a poor move, but at the same time he feels like he could breathe exceptionally better even if he’s still drunk. so he’s plagued with ricochet thoughts, unable to perceive the opportunity as a path worth taking for a chance of achieving a side quest of romantic happiness in a game focused on friendship. so impulsively he also says, “but if it doesn’t…then i don’t regret it...”

your curiosity bottles up like a shaken soda at this point. an intense longing for an answer just to better understand what that unknown feeling in your head is all about. for what exact reason were you anticipating something to happen? and it frustrates you more that nothing is happening. it drives you crazy, your buzzed senses heightening the dramatics of it all. it’s a mixture of soju, nerves, and courage that spins your head into the conclusion that there’s one way to recognize it. you feel crazy when your hand reaches his shoulder, pulling him downwards until his lips crash into yours. you feel confident that you’re creating a messier slate, one that probably scraps his plans and your own. is it because you want to see if something is there? is this event just in the wake of drunk pining?

you’re crazy. remember, childhood friends.

but you can’t remember that, and neither could he. the only occupations your brains hold are maintaining this moment without having so much as a catch of breath ruining it. seungmin’s afraid to deepen it in the case this was all just a big accident; it makes him worried out of his mind that he freezes up at first. but after a while he practically sighs into the kiss when you make it clear that it is not. he pulls you closer with one hand on your chin, a finger becoming your guide to the rhythm.

it had to happen. you pull away after a while, masking the out-of-breath huffs with a laugh. his face is just inches away, and it takes every fiber in you not to approach it again, to taste whatever liquor that remained tainted on his lips. at first you just wanted to know, but now it feels like it’s right. however you hold off; it’ll be difficult if all the events taking place are carried out by drunk doings that persist forward simply because childhood friends doesn’t serve as a strong enough barrier. now you’ve seen just a sliver of the shaded area of seungmin. you’ve developed a quest to continue uncovering it, convinced that it’s probably worth years of multiplied happiness.

so you warn him, “i hope you mean what you say.” and the sober seungmin does, so much more than you anticipate him to.

[twilghtkoo]

late night soju chat

summary. in which, haechan has been coming home late the past few days because of work and you’ve been up every time he returns.

pairings. haechan x streamer!reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, idol!au

warnings. reader is drinking (legal), i also do not know the gaming/streaming lingo that well so (･_･;

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“oh yeah! i’m really excited for the legend of zelda tears of the kingdom.. the sequel to breath of the wild.” you answer to the viewer who commented asking if you preordered the game yet. “i did get the collectors edition though, first, i thought i shouldn’t, but i ended up getting it.” you take another shot of soju easily, the liquid going down your throat as you tilted your head back in a quick motion.

user omg yes the inclusions are so pretty!!

user i’d get it just for the art book cus link <3

the digital clock by your monitor reads 2:15. the chat already pointed out how they can tell you’re tired, but you told them you can manage and wait.

“chat, strawberry soju and the strawberry milkis is so dangerous. it literally tastes like a fruit punch or the pink starburst.” you exclaim, finishing pouring a bit of the flavored milk and yogurt drink into the shot of the soju.

user don’t drink sm!!

user soju is so good oml

you scoff, “guys this is like my third one, don’t worry!” you attempt to assure the chat. you’ve done a few streams drunk, and thankfully those times you were under the influence, your boyfriend was watching and about two doors down. one time you fell asleep on your chair, and you fell asleep for a good fifteen minutes til haechan came to the rescue and ended the stream for you.

user where’s haechan when we need him

user i’m so tired lmao

user when are u dropping merch

“haechan should be on his way home,” you reply to your screen. “he’s gonna be super tired so i’ll end it when he gets here.” haechan’s schedule has been hectic these past few days, leaving in the early mornings and coming home late at night. he’s told you that you don’t have to wait up for him and to go ahead and sleep, not wanting you to stay up for him. but you barely see him throughout the day, so you’d like to greet him when he walks through your door. finally, kissing his lips and hugging him tightly, rubbing his tense muscles.

you're looking through the art book and showing chat a few pages that had you squealing. a game that you've been playing since you were a child, it was definitely your number one favorite and you're glad your followers are finding interest and are even up at this hour with you.

user i can't believe nintendo sent this to u early D: that's such a big thing yn im so happy for u!!!!

you smile after taking another shot. "thank you user, i know, when i saw the big ass box in my mail i was over the fucking moon. and i was holding myself back from opening it as soon as i got it, but i decided to wait and open it with you guys." you told your viewers honestly, preparing another shot.

user oh i can't wait for ur tears of the kingdom gameplay !!

user aye lemme get a sip

"user thank you for the 1,000 bits!"

your house was pretty quiet, of course, at this hour of the night. but past your headphones you heard rustling from outside your streaming room door. you moved your headphone off one ear to listen in.

you slightly gasped into your mic, with a grin. "chat i think haechan just got hoooome!" you took the shot that you had prepared earlier.

"this is so good," you hummed quietly.

user haechan is hoooome

user my fav couple <3

"haechan? baby?" you called out.

you hear a few sounds going off in your headphone, mostly being subs and cheers asking about haechan and some about you.

"yn? babe, you're still up?" you hear haechan from the hallway and his footsteps coming closer, he knocks on your door before peeking his head through the cracked door.

"hello handsome, i missed you." you greeted him from your gaming chair, holding out your arms for him to walk into them so you could embrace him. he drops his leather bag by the door and immediately takes the steps to you with a tired smile. he was dressed in the same clothes he was in when he left in the early morning.

he groans softly in your hold, you squeeze his frame and rub his back soothingly, trying to offer as much relief from his tiring day.

user haechan!!!

user YOOOO

user aww look at them :(

he acknowledges that you are streaming but he doesn't hold back on showing you affection. he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. "i told you you don't have to wait up for me."

you continue to softly rub his back, "i know, but i wanted to to see you."

"are you still gonna stream?" he has a feeling you won't and that you'll turn it off and go to bed with him.

you shake your head, pulling away from the hug you look up at him.

"no, i just turned it on a few hours ago and decided to just chat with my followers until you got home, i'm about to end the stream now." you tell him and glance over at the screen to keep up with the comments.

user hi haechan

user haechan we tried to tell her

user we were baysitting for u

user HAECHAN SAY HI

he looks at your desk set up. "damn, baby. drinking on the clock? that's why your cheeks are a bit rosy." he teases, pointing at the almost empty bottle of soju, his other free hand holding yours.

you shrug, "i was thirsty."

you giggled, "chat says hi, say hi back to chat." you continued, pointing at the flowing of comments.

the top half of his face was cut off by the camera since he was pretty tall and he was standing, he crouches down a bit and waves at the cam.

"hi everyone, thank you for watching yn and thank you everyone for staying up with her."

you smile at him interacting with your viewers before starting to poke his sides. "can i get a kiss first and then i'm going to turn this off."

he effortlessly cups the side of your face gently and leans in to press his lips against yours, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your rosy cheeks and he pulls away.

you wet your lips as you turn with your chair to focus on chat.

haechan is still standing beside you but he reaches for the soju bottle and easily gulps down the last of it before putting it back on the desk.

"okay guys, like i said earlier, i planned on ending this stream when haechan got home. so i'm going to go now, good night everyone and thank you for watching and staying up with me. bye!"

user goodnight yn and haechan!!

user aww goodnight

user goodnight

user night yn :)

he waves with you before the stream ends. he drags you out of your streaming room after you turned everything off properly, walking with you tiredly, hand in hand, to your shared bedroom. ready to sleep in all afternoon with you in his arms, because tomorrow he finally has a rest day. and he wants nothing more than to be with you.

[amekeii]

Criminal Minds Characters as Cocktails pt.2

JASON GIDEON - ABSINTHE absinthe | sugar cube | cold water

ELLE GREENAWAY - SIDECAR cognac | triple sec | lemon juice | orange twist

ALEX BLAKE - CHERRY MANHATTAN rye whiskey | dry vermouth | angostura bitters | maraschino cherry juice

TARA LEWIS - SANGRIA red wine | licor 43 | havana rum | fruits

MATT SIMMONS - YOGURT SOJU lychee soju | yakult | sprite

LUKE ALVEZ - PENICILLINE scotch | honey ginger syrup | lemon juice | candied ginger

PART 1

[sukimas]

is fruit soju actually good