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justhere4kpop · 2 years ago

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Idol!Seonghwa x Reader

You come back from Vacation with your partner and as you're setting the home back up, he comes to a realization.

w/c: 1103 (I know it's short I'm sorry!!!!)

taglist: @hwaightme <3 <3, @starillusion13, @yunbug

a/n: Finally! A Hwa-ne shot! Forgive me for the length! I love this one it's very very very fluffy, like practically tooth-rotting, I'm proud of it though. Inspiration for this is from me being super busy yesterday doing basic things and Only by LeeHi coming on, great song, mentioned probably a few times here. Hope you enjoy it!!!

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“Darling.” came his gentle voice. “We’re back home” he nudged me lightly softly waking me.

“Hmm?” I murmured returning to the real world from my light dreamscape.

“We’re home.” he smiled gently as I turned to look at him.

“Hello.” I smiled.

“Hello love.”

“You were in my dream.”

“Oh? Mind telling me what happened?”

“The usual, you were holding my hand as we were talking about our lives.”

“Old and married on the front porch? Just like you wanted?”

“Yes, you told me I about how radiant I looked in my wedding dress.”

“I’m sure you look stunning, I probably cried.”

“Oh you wouldn’t cry.”

“I would over you my dear.” he picked my hand up and kissed it. “Ready to return to normal life?”

“I guess so.” I chuckled and stretched slightly before getting out of the car. “I suppose we should start with laundry, then probably decide on dinner, I’m sure we need to straighten up, we certainly didn’t have time before we left…at least we took the trash out….probably need to clean out the fridge, make a grocery list. You know…the usual.”

“The usual.” he chuckled.

Everything felt good to start, he started cleaning out the fridge while I took the luggage and went to start on the laundry, luckily we got in early enough in the day to feel like we can do things. Seonghwa and I have been together going on three years now, we’ve had a few rough patches sure, it’s natural to have differing opinions you’re two individual people. I wouldn’t trade him for the world, he’s my whole world. Out of every difference or argument or anything of the sort we manage it. We did break up for a while at one point because we were both too stressed out and it…you know when something needs it’s time, like a good egg in your ramen. We tried again and I have never been more grateful for how patient and attentive he is. He made me a playlist when we decided to try again and we named a star after him for his birthday. He makes me feel loved and warm and so so important. He’s my whole world.

“Hwa?”

“Hmm?” he looked up from scrubbing a shelf.

“Mind if I turn on music?” I was hanging up laundry outside on the balcony.

“Go ahead.” he chuckled.

“Hwa?”

“Yes darling?”

“I love you.” I smiled and turned around. He doesn’t always say it back but I know he always shows it, sometimes I don’t give him the chance to say it back either.

I would hum along here and there to some of the songs, it was a day for our slower playlist, full of emotional songs and some we’d slow dance in the kitchen to at 3am waiting for fried chicken. I started to clean out one of the cabinet looking at what we could eat for dinner, we had some rice ready to microwave and looked like some Spam.

“Hwa? Do we have eggs still?”

“Yes.”

“Gochujang?”

“A staple.” he chuckled.

“We could do rice bowls tonight, any other protein besides Spam?”

“None that smelled edible.”

“Damn.” I chuckled.

“You don’t have to cook dear.”

“I want to, it’ll be like a welcome home, besides I always cook after you come back from tour.”

“Yes but this was a vacation together.”

“I know, but it feels right.” I pecked his cheek. “Okay well we’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow.”

We made a list of the most important things we need from the store to get our fridge not so barren and went to a convenience store just to pick up what we could, like drinks and snacks.

“Finally. Now we’re home for the evening.” I said putting up the groceries and humming to the song currently playing over the computer speakers. “I’ll cook right after this is put away and hang up the last of the laundry.”

ONLY by LeeHi started playing and I was finally hanging the laundry and heating up the pan for eggs and spam. Seonghwa had stood up and watched as the song played gently.

Be my only one

이제는 숨기지 않고도 말할 수 있어

그렇게나 말하고 싶던 I say I love you

“y/n.”

I turned since he sounded so serious.

“I Love You, darling.” his eyes sparkled with what could only be described as pure adoration in that moment. He looked at me as if I had hung the moon and stars in the sky just so we could look at them together, he made his way to me a bright smile on his face, placing his things on the counter to scoop me into his arms.

“I love you too Seonghwa….why are you acting like you haven’t seen me for months.”

“I’m sure for the first time in forever, that I don’t want to loose you again my love. I don’t tell you nearly enough how much I love you.”

“Oh you tell me every chance you get.” I chuckled and he brought himself to my lips, I could smell the slight vanilla black orchid fragrance he wears and I could feel his smile and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Marry me.” he whispered resting his forehead against my own.

“What?” I chuckled.

“Marry Me?” he said louder. “I don’t have it right now but I’m sure I want to spend every waking moment with you my dear, My Only Love. Marry Me?”

“Of course idiot.” I said now feeling tears roll down my face, I really wasn’t expecting to get proposed to today.

“I Love You.” he smiled and kissed me again.

~18 Months Later~

“I couldn’t imagine a better first dance song than the one where I realized how absolutely in love with you I am my dear, Our forever starts now, until we’re old and sitting on that front porch and reminiscing about this day. I love you.” he smiled and came to take my hand as again, Only by LeeHi played once more.

“I didn’t think you’d actually cry at me walking down the aisle.” I whispered in his ear.

“I told you I would, you look beautiful my wife.” he smiled and the photographer certainly was getting everything we paid him for.

“Hopefully Hongjoong doesn’t get any embarrassing shots to blackmail you with.”

“Oh you know he’ll hold me crying like a baby over my head for years.” he chuckled.

“Defintely.”

“To Our Forever?”

“Forever” I smiled and kissed him once again, as my husband, as my partner, as the love of my life.

Forever.

My Only One.

#ateez fic #ateez fanfic #park seoghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #my writing

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belicioustummy · 1 year ago

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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A KINK FIC. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

S.teve and C.esare share some onigiri.

“Damn, S.teve. That’s a lot, even for you,” C.esare said, looking at the assorted rice balls on the table in front of them. “You trying to challenge yourself tonight, or what?”

“Mm,” S.teve said. “A bit, but I was hoping to share some of it…”

C.esare looked incredulous. “You mean, with me?”

“Who else?”

He shook his head and smirked. “Yeah, not happening. I told you before, I don’t eat food, remember?”

“I remember,” S.teve said evenly, taking an onigiri. “You said you don’t, but you never said you can’t.”

C.esare chuckled, his strange toothy grin wrinkling the corners of his eyes. “Oh, you’re a sharp one, Steven.”

Being undead was different, though he’d gotten used to it over the hundreds of years he’d been a watcher. It was very hard for most things that hurt normal people to affect him. Certain actions, such as eating and sleeping, were also unnecessary. C.esare still slept. It was familiar enough that he didn’t see a point in giving it up. But when hunger didn’t come up anymore, it was easy to forget to eat. As a result, he had gradually stopped doing so. It left him a lot more time to do more important things.

S.teve, on the other hand… S.teve was alive, so he ate. And he ate plenty. C.esare was very into large men as it was, and he regarded S.teve with an admiring fascination. From his round, pretty face to his thick, strong arms to his broad, hairy chest, just being able to look at S.teve was wonderful. Being close to him to the point where he could touch and kiss and hold him… well, that was an experience. Lately, he’d found that they both enjoyed curling up together after S.teve had eaten a big meal, especially when C.esare rubbed his belly. Though they still called each other rivals, the way S.teve was comfortable enough now to relax with (and even fall asleep around!) him made it clear how much things had changed between them. It had been unexpected that they would grow so close, but honestly, C.esare wasn’t complaining.

“If you don’t want any, I’ll just have leftovers,” said S.teve. He took a bite of the rice ball. “They’re good, though.”

C.esare was unusually quiet as he considered this, watching him enjoy his food. It would be embarrassing to go back on what he’d said, but the warm rice balls did smell nice. They seemed like a far cry from the awful food his own truck served. S.teve’s burgers may have been pretty bad as well, but clearly the man had taste. If he’d still been alive, he would absolutely have taken him up on his offer to share. Then again…

“So what kind are these?” C.esare asked as S.teve finished his first one. “They put fillings in them, right?”

S.teve nodded. “These are all different. I know which ones I like, and I wanted to sample some I hadn’t tried yet.” He pointed to several in succession. “There’s crab, shrimp tempura, and fried spam-“

“Spam?”

“It’s pretty popular, apparently. I like it.” He continued. “Kimchi, umeboshi- that’s spicy pickled cabbage and pickled plum,” he explained, seeing C.esare’s confused expression.

“I know what kimchi is,” C.esare grumbled, though he wasn’t really that annoyed.

S.teve ignored his dramatics. “The last one is plain, just rice and seasoning. Oh, and I already had the tuna one,” he added. “It was okay, but not my favorite.” He unwrapped another one.

Ordinarily, C.esare would have just been content to sit back and watch S.teve partake in his meal. Tonight was different, though. Maybe it was the fact that S.teve had specifically gotten extra food for him, but he was becoming increasingly tempted to try some himself.

“Anyway,” he said, trying to act casual, “you said one of these is plain, right? I think I’ll have a little of that.”

S.teve’s eyes widened and he smiled. “Hm! Good choice.” He picked one of the onigiri up and handed it to him. It was still warm, and wrapped in a sheet of seaweed.

C.esare broke it in half- it was already small, but he wanted to take it slow. It had been years since he last had food, after all. Tentatively, he took a bite.

Immediately, he was struck by the crisp dryness of the thin seaweed, and then the warm, fluffy texture of the rice inside. It was seasoned with a salty flavoring that made him want to wolf down the rest of it like a starving coyote. Instead, he forced himself to chew it slowly, savoring each bite. It was a strange sensation to suddenly have food in a previously empty stomach when you hadn’t felt any hunger. He finished the half of the onigiri and looked up to see S.teve looking at him with interest.

“What?”

“You look happy.”

“Damn straight. Have you tried this?“ C.esare pushed the other half of the plain rice ball towards him. “I don’t know how they make it taste like that.”

S.teve raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you want?”

“No, I want to try a new one,” said C.esare, “but I don’t know how much I can eat.” He gestured to his slim stomach. “I’m- I’m a lanky bastard, S.teve. I didn’t eat much even when I was alive. For all I know, a whole one of these could fill me up for a week. But I’m not tappin’ out yet.” He looked at the table. S.teve had finished his second rice ball, so there were four left, plus the half.

“What’s left?” he asked.

“I just had the kimchi. The crab, spam, shrimp, and umeboshi are up for grabs.”

“Let me get some of that umeboshi.”

C.esare broke the rice ball in half again, while S.teve started on the plain half. The filling was a reddish orange and smelled salty. When he bit into it, he was surprised at just how sour it was. He made a face.

“Agh, that’s HEINOUS,” he said loudly. S.teve laughed- a soft, humming little giggle. “Not to your taste?”

C.esare took another bite and screwed up his face again, but a bit less so. “Actually, it’s not that bad. I just wasn’t really expecting it to taste this way.” He got an evil glint in his eye. “Umeboshi on a burger, though…”

“You have some strange ideas about being a burger vendor,” S.teve said, looking amused. “Though people might enjoy that if it was cooked well.”

“Yeah, IF. Sour plum with a burger that’s charred to ash would be terrible,” said C.esare, clearly relishing in the idea. He finished his onigiri. Having a proper amount of food in his stomach was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He looked to S.teve. “I think I could handle a little more.”

“Want to try the spam?”

He considered it. “It doesn’t sound great to me, but maybe I’ll be wrong.”

S.teve gave him a small piece of it. The seaweed and rice was good as always, and the texture of the meat was fine. But as he chewed, C.esare frowned at the taste.

“That’s a no, then?”

C.esare shook his head. “The spices aren’t doin’ it for me, S.teve. But on the plus side, this would taste even worse if you burned the hell out of it.”

“I think that’s true for most meat,” S.teve pointed out. “You can’t go wrong with the last two, though.” He paused. “Unless you’re allergic to shellfish…”

C.esare wasn’t. He took half of the crab onigiri, which he was pleased to find tasted much better. The crab was savory with a hint of sweetness, it was seasoned the same way as the plain one had been, and…

“Does this have mayo in it?”

“Yeah, it does. Why?”

“I wouldn’t have thought it would go this well with rice.”

“Mm, I can see that. It’s basically a sandwich, though, just without bread.” S.teve patted his big stomach. C.esare realized with a start that he’d been so focused on trying the new food, he’d missed him eating the spam rice ball and the umeboshi half. He himself was beginning to feel pretty full, and S.teve had eaten more than twice the amount of food he’d had. Of course, there was the difference in size between them, and the fact S.teve was much more used to it, but even so, C.esare was impressed.

“You want to share the last one?” he asked him.

S.teve nodded. “Shrimp tempura. That’s a good one.” This time he was the one who halved the onigiri. C.esare caught him stealing a brief glance at his middle as he handed it to him. From where he was sitting, he could feel how much he had eaten, but he wasn’t sure if he was visibly full yet. Maybe when they were finished, Steve could feel his tummy. Those soft, gentle hands against his skin… He shivered delightedly at the thought and began to eat again.

The fried tempura batter around the shrimp was wonderfully crunchy, providing a nice contrast to the rice. The shrimp itself was also delicious. As C.esare ate, he made sure to watch S.teve finishing his last two halves. He could tell the clown was getting full by the way he was slowing down a bit, but he was still savoring them. C.esare swallowed the last bite and put a hand to his stomach. The feeling of comfortable fullness was something he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. He was pretty sure his shirt wasn’t tight enough to show it off. It definitely felt a bit rounder than usual, though.

S.teve finished soon after and looked at him curiously. “Did you have enough?”

C.esare let out a satisfied breath. “God. I’m like a risotto right now, S.teve.”

S.teve paused for a second and looked a bit confused. Then he nodded, understanding. “Want to go lie down?”

“Yes, please.”

C.esare’s bed was just big enough for the two of them to fit comfortably. They lay facing each other, close enough to reach out and kiss the other if the need struck them. For the moment, though, they were just gazing at one another, sleepy and full of wonderful food.

S.teve was the first to bridge the gap between them, cupping C.esare’s gaunt cheek with his hand.

“So pretty,” he whispered. C.esare couldn’t help but feel fluttery inside over the flirtation, and tried to cover it up by brushing his fingers through S.teve’s soft red hair. From the expression on S.teve’s face, he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it. He decided to switch gears. Slowly, teasingly, he brought his hand down to S.teve’s stuffed belly. His long fingers brushed over the surface. Every now and then he softly pressed down to get a feel for just how much was inside. S.teve, who had his eyes closed and a smile on his face, was clearly enjoying the attention. C.esare reached under S.teve’s shirt. He let out a surprised honk.

“Your hands are FREEZING!”

“Oops,” said C.esare, smiling wickedly. That was another part of being undead- he was cold as the grave pretty much constantly. It did keep him cool in the summer, which S.teve took advantage of when he could. C.esare didn’t mind. The tradeoff was that he got to sneak-attack him like that every now and then.

He rubbed his palm in small circles from S.teve’s side to the crest of his stomach. It was easy to gauge how full of rice S.teve was. His skin was noticeably stretched from the sheer amount of food. The texture of his body hair felt fuzzy and pleasant against his hand, too.

S.teve’s stomach gurgled quietly, and he let out a contented little sigh. “Mmh… that‘s nice.” He seemed like he’d adjusted to C.esare’s chilly hands. C.esare leaned in to give him small kisses from his jaw to his neck, leaving blue lipstick marks on his pale skin. He caressed the side of his belly as he did so. S.teve pressed his forehead against C.esare’s, then brought his hand down to his companion’s slightly rounded middle.

C.esare’s breath caught.

“Is this oka-“

“Yes. Keep doing it.”

S.teve gave his tummy a loving pat. He was shy about showing affection in public, but when the two of them were alone, it was a different story. He let his hand drift over it. C.esare let out an involuntary sound. He hadn’t realized that his stomach felt a lot more sensitive when it was full. Or maybe he’d just forgotten.

“Hm?” S.teve paused to let his hand rest just below his ribs. The light pressure was just right, but C.esare felt like he’d go crazy if he didn’t feel the warmth of his hand against his skin.

“Steeeeeeve,” he said, putting his hand on top of his. “Don’t be shy about taking it under the shirt.”

S.teve blushed and gave him a sheepish grin. “I was hoping you’d ask…” He lifted up the bottom of his black turtleneck so his tummy was just peeking out. Now that it was uncovered, it was clear that his ordinarily empty stomach had filled out into a soft, healthy-looking little curve. S.teve beamed as he began to touch C.esare again.

C.esare had been right. The way S.teve gently massaged his bare stomach was absolutely heavenly. As he lingered around the tighter spots, S.teve hummed softly. He was giving as much care and attention to C.esare as he’d received from him.

“Mmmh. Does it feel this good when I do this for you?”

“Well, you seem to be enjoying this a whole lot. And I always look forward to it when you invite me over, so…”

“You deserve it, baby.” Though he meant it sincerely, there was a little note of cheekiness to disguise it. S.teve responded to this by giving his nose a little tweak. C.esare playfully snapped at his fingers when he did. Since they were both a bit too full for a proper play-fight, a silent truce was declared after a minute or so. S.teve laid against C.esare’s chest, and C.esare put his head on top of S.teve’s. Their hands still rested on top of each other’s tummies. C.esare could feel the steady rhythm of each breath S.teve took, and closed his eyes. After a while, he was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep. He kissed him on the forehead, and was surprised when he spoke up.

“… I’m glad we ate together tonight. I had a good time.”

C.esare nestled into S.teve’s hair, feeling lucky and cozy and absolutely loved.

“So did I.”

#belly kink #stuffing #b.igtop burger #s.teve #c.esare #I am doing my damndest to keep this out of searches if you couldn’t tell lol #I know the name censoring is clunky and I apologize for that… if I can find a better way I will #beliciouswrites

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geoffrey · 1 year ago

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*logs onto tumblr* *reports and blocks spam blogs* *posting thru gritted teeth* i made chicken fried rice for dinner tonight and it was soooo yummy i love you oyster sauce

#for dessert im eating some almond m&ms and some snickers peanut brownie minis

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keefwho · 1 year ago

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November 23 - 2023 Thursday

11:12pm

I took the day off today like was advised of me, I think it was a good idea. I woke up and immediately tried to tune into the Thanksgiving parade. The best I could do was watching this puppet guy stream it on Twitch which was actually wholesome and funny. I missed the first half of it though. Afterwards I made a bologna sandwich and rice for breakfast. A little smaller than usual to save room for Thanksgiving lunch. While drinking my coffee I decided to work on a picture I was thinking about last night to tell Daisy how thankful I am of her. While doing that I was chilling in a Black Cat in desktop and was briefly interviewed by this Australian guy before he got in an unironic fight with a couple of trolling teens. It started off funny but over time it got more toxic and people actually got upset. It sucked to watch because I thought the guy was smarter than that. I'm surprised at how many people just give in to strangers shit talking them. It was a nice time, it felt good hangin around and goofin off. I then joined a random furry who was in a cuddle pile with a few people, making sexual references constantly and flustering one another. Shit I can NOT understand and never did. Afterwards I was unsure what to do with myself for awhile. I got that brain fog and tried to sit down with a stream to anchor myself to. I didn't really figure out what to do, I sort of just waited until lunch time. It was then I found out that I didn't have a can of turkey spam like I thought and that sort of put a hamper on my lunch. Instead I had to use hickory smoke flavor which meant I couldn't bake it like I planned so I just fried everything in the pan. I had spam, hash browns with onions, green beans and carrots, corn, stuffing, and gravy. I wasn't in the eating mood when I made all this but it actually came out fantastic. Wasnt TOO many calories over either but it was still a pretty big meal. After lunch I tried to work on another drawing but wasn't feeling it. I still had the same problem not knowing what to do but I tuned into a stream that was actually kinda cozy even though it wasn't someone I usually liked. After a bit Daisy said she wanted to kill Ganon tonight so I had to grind a little for the lightscale trident I needed. We got all set up and finally went through the finale of TOTK. It took about an hour and a half and I recorded the event for the future to check out someday. It was a spectacular ending. I loved the fight with ganon and his dragon design. I'm glad Zelda was turned back to normal. During bedtime I played Neopets and started my first big combat portion it seems.

Degen time. Before bed I was chilling but wanted to do something. I've really been into cucking lately and still am but it's starting to wear off which is good I think. Theres just a lot I've wanted to try or discuss that I haven't been able to so I keep feeling the need to do it. I don't wanna go full cuck though because I can see the negative effects that might have on my opinion of myself. Deep down I want a normal mutual engagement most of the time. But in some ways I don't feel like I deserve that or am capable so I try to settle for more degrading things. Thats not always bad though, only if I do it too much.

#journal #diary #thanksgiving #bored #zelda #thankful

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murkycran · 4 years ago

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Me: *wants to cook rice pilaf*

Also me: *cannot cook rice to save my life*

#cooking #recipes #rice #SPAM #as in spam the meat #I love rice so much but MY GOD #that shit is finicky as fuck #I dont eat enough rice for a rice cooker #but tbh if I had a rice cooker I’d probably eat more rice #for now my instant pot will have to do #made a fried rice tonight after cooking the rice in the instant pot #wasn’t too bad! a little chewy but it didn’t stick at all to the pot which is a big deal for me #it was spam fried rice in case anyone was wondering #pretending like someone read this far

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charlotte-sloane-writes · 5 years ago

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Part 2 - A Wicked Little Thing

Here’s Chapter 2 of my Zatanna/John Constantine fic. Get ready for some quality feels and worldbuilding. The story is after the cut, the tags are at the very bottom.

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The flesh on Anna’s hands had turned a bright angry red fifteen minutes ago; fifteen minutes before the end of her shift. Though the color had abated by the time she got to the cleaning cart lock-up, they still itched and burned from the overexposure to cleaning chemicals. Despite the smell of bleach and cheap latex gloves permeating every digit, Anna abstained from washing her hands in fear of rubbing off the last layer of skin she had left on her palms.

“Shit, and I thought we were busy in the summer.” Freddie leaned back, popping her spine.

“You’re working a second shift too?” Anna smiled at her friend, unbuckling the utility belt from around her waist.

“Yeah.” Freddie scoffed, removing the little, fuzzy, red hat that had leaned crookedly off the side of her ginger crown. “The second it starts pourin’ and all the tourists get stranded, Buddy gets big ideas about a Michelin star for the Hotel California.”

“Talk about overflow.” Anna closed up her locker, spinning the dial on her combination lock for good measure.

The bellhop sat back on the wooden bench in the middle of the locker room, stretching her arms above her head. “When do you get out?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard? We can never leave.”

“Oh, very funny, Anna. It was also really funny the last thirty times I heard that joke.”

“What? If you’re gonna have a shitty job might as well have it at the Hotel California.”

“That should be the new tagline. Come to the Hotel California, if you’re gonna have a shitty vacation, you might as well have it set in a mediocre rock song.”

Anna threw her towel at Freddie’s head “That’s a great song.”

“I’m more of an Aerosmith kinda gal.” Freddie winked, the freckled skin around her eyes wrinkling with a shit-eating grin she gave her friend.

“Blasphemy. Absolute blasphemy.” Anna laughed, the ends of her black hair tickling the bottoms of her shoulder blades when she leaned her head back.

“You’re one to talk.” Freddie threw the offending towel back towards Anna’s face. The cleaning maid caught it and jolted it back towards her chest, dragging Freddie off of the bench in a series of uncontrollable giggles.

The two collapsed in a heap on the linoleum floor, panting between the ghosts of their laughter. “Fuck, I’m gonna be late. George’ll kill me.”

Anna leaned up “If he kills you, who’s gonna bail him out from laundry duty?”

“Fair enough.” Freddie heaved herself up, getting a sturdy landing on her feet and tugging Anna back up with her. “You off on lunch?” Freddie’s breath tickled Anna’s cheek and left a ghostly disturbance against her eyelashes. This was too close.

“Yeah, about to. Why?”

“I’ll tell George you’re there when I see him. He’ll be glad to have a cards partner.”

“And to think he was getting so good at solitaire.” Anna smiled crookedly and nodded “Okay, you tell that brother of yours I’ll be waiting to serve his ass up on a round of Go Fish.”

“Make him regret it. I need something to feel like the superior twin.” Freddie winked, getting to her locker and changing into her brother’s spare laundry uniform. Tightening the white pants around her hips, Freddie spread her arms, shaking her head and making her short hair messier, somehow wilder “How do I look?”

Anna was leaned back against the locker, a bite of her apple making the rounds to her molars “Sexy in a ‘1950s sanitorium worker’ kind of way.”

Freddie laughed freely, hands gripping her shuttering belly “What’s your damage, Arataz?”

Anna swallowed the chunk of fruit in her mouth, wiping her chapped lips roughly with the back of her hand “You haven’t even scratched the surface, honeybuns.”

Freddie scoffed, rolled her eyes, and nudged her friend in the ribs playfully “See you tonight for a nightcap?”

“You got the…?” Anna made a signal with her hand– two fingers to her lips and outward.

“Only if the back patio is dry by then. I don’t want to have to share with Buddy again.”

“Fair. See you then.”

“Yeah.” Freddie waved over her shoulder and walked out to bail her twin brother out.

Anna wouldn’t see such a familiar face until thirty minutes later, lunching on a cheese and bologna sandwich and nibbles of saltines she’d kept lying around her locker in case she ever wanted to treat herself.

“You’re a sorry sight.” George announced his presence, changed into his sister’s bellhop uniform. The first few times they’d done the switcheroo around her, Anna got whiplash.

“Ever so charming.” She shrugged out the earbud and laid the pair off to the side, looking up at the man settling into the chair across from her.

“Freddie tells me you’re gonna kick my ass at Go Fish?”

“Yeah, so long as your cards aren’t rigged.”

“Me? Cheating at cards? When there’s no money to be won? I’m wounded.” George leaned over and stole a cracker from its sleeve.

“What’s for lunch?” Anna swiped back the cracker, leaving more crumbs on the table between them than in either of their hands.

“Some fried rice and chopped SPAM.” George shrugged and wiped off the debris of the saltine battle.

“Seriously?”

“Some of us need variance, Arataz.” George nudged his chin towards the cleaning lady’s meal. “We can’t all survive on bologna sandwiches every day.”

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John Constantine is laying across his bed, unmade and wrinkled like his dress shirt. A loose cigarette hangs from his bottom lip and his heavy eyelids drift closed to the heavy smoke drifting through the industrially recycled air of the Waverider. A final moment of peace, a stillness in his heart, permits his mind to now wander with eyes shut tight. He wonders on passed loves and good times, beers with Chas and drinks with King Arthur’s proginey, shots with Dez and wine with Bruce. Come to think of it, his bonding moments seem to circle around alcohol a bit too frequently. When was the last time he had a deep conversation without booze to lubricate his thoughts to slip past that hard wall he’s built? “Zatanna, must’ve been with Zatanna” He thought aloud, remembering her Painted Lady-esque mansion on an off-shoot road in San Francisco. The silk sheets, the aroma of floral soy candles, the Korean face masks:

“How do you know how to use these things?” John flicked the plastic pack with Korean print all over it. No amount of squinting or divining was making the words any more English.

She laughed, flicking her dark hair behind her shoulder and leaning down onto the mattress behind him. “There...I think.” Her manicured finger pointed down at the one discernable thing on the silver pack, the number 15 “I think that means you leave it on for 15 minutes.”

“Fuck it, sure.” He shrugged and laughed, leaning back and letting his head rest on her thigh “Will you open it for me?”

“Sure. You sure you want this one?” She plucked it from his hands and looked at the picture on it “Pearl? I have others if you want.”

He turned on to his side, one finger tracing an ancient Nordic rune on her knee “Which one are you doing?”

“The snake one.” Zatanna leaned onto one hand, the mattress dipping with her weight.

“Snake oil? Isn’t that like...clearly not real?” John mumbled

“Hm?” Zatanna laughed, her fingertips pushing back his hair “What are you talking about, John?”

“Nothing, love.” He sighed “Just talking for the sake of hearing m’self.”

“You do that often?” She teased him, leaning forward to lay on her side across from him.

“I think so. Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Why do I like to hear myself talk so much?”

“Yeah.”

John leaned on to his back and sighed, letting his back ache in relief. He scratched over his belly button absent-mindedly “Not sure. Maybe it’s to figure out whether I know what I’m talking about.”

The stage magician crawled over to him, sitting up on his chest and pulling his hands away from himself “You don’t think you know what you’re talking about?”

“I don’t know. Who knows? Maybe it’s an act...all of it. But if I sound like I know what I mean, maybe what I’m saying and what I’m doing is right, true, correct. Just got to convince myself as much as those around me.”

Zatanna nodded “I think I know what you mean.” She opened the pearl essence face mask, pressing the cold and slimy sheet onto his face. John jumped at it, surprised at the feeling. “I sometimes wonder where I’d be if I couldn’t just make shit happen with a few backwards phrases.”

“Still rich.” John laughed, watching with one eye open as Zatanna dismounted from his chest and laid down next to him, placing her own sheet mask on her face.

“I don’t know. My father’s money didn’t stretch that far, and I’d be lying if I said my stage magic would be just as good without my real magic. And my name does a lot of the legwork for me…”

“I think you’re brilliant.” John admitted

“Oh, well thank you, all my problems are solved now.” Zatanna rolled her eyes

John laughed and nudged her with his elbow “You wanker.” He scoffed.

“I know, I know, I shouldn’t question the very rarest of Constantine compliments. Thank you, honeybuns.” She kissed the underside of his chin and leaned back to play with the ends of her hair.

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” John rolled his eyes and pretended he wasn’t feeling the closest to home he’d ever felt in his life.

That Zatanna Zatara didn’t exist anymore. All that’s left of her now is a scorned lover, just like the rest of them, as far as John was concerned. She did just fine without him, and he didn’t need her.

An alarm blared, breaking his reverie. John groaned as he leaned up and ashed his cigarette. “Calling all Legends to the Bridge. Calling all Legends to the Bridge.” Sara Lance’s voice echoed through the time travelling ship. “That means you too, John.”

The mage rolled his eyes and stood, stretching out his spine, twisting his arms around to his hips. He slipped his trenchcoat on, feeling the small fizzle of arcane energy as his arms fit through the conduit. “Alright, Johnny. Time to wake up.” He murmured to himself, rolling his shoulders. He pushed the button and the doors to his room slid open.

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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survey by xxbieberburnham

If you had to cook dinner for someone tonight, what would you make? Aw man, at 10:20 in the evening? I can’t cook to begin with anyway, so whoever this is will have to be fine with sushi delivery at this hour hahaha.

What's the furthest you've ever traveled? Japan.

How would you describe yourself in three words? Ball of nerves. Everything has the capacity to set me off, lol.

Who's the most overrated actor? I’ve been out of the film loop for so long to know which actors are hogging the spotlight and can be considered overrated these days, tbh.

If you could master one skill, what would it be? Ballet.

Have you ever done the right thing and then felt guilty? It’s rare but it happens. Like when I had to sever my ties with G - who was, at the end of the day, my best friend - as it was ultimately the healthiest decision I could make for myself. I felt guilty at first mostly because it was the natural thing to feel; but when I came to the realization that my absence was not going to bother her in the slightest it became much easier to detach.

Who's the most underrated musician? There are lots of relatively unknown ones out there. I’d say she’s already made it big at this point, but I think Niki is underrated in the sense that her listeners are still mostly niche and she could definitely be bigger than she is now.

If you could instantly master one type of dance, what would it be? Like I’ve said, ballet.

If you could go to a celebrity's birthday party, whose would you go to? Gordon Ramsay for the bomb ass food.

Do you like the new president? We’re not having a new one till May, and I for sure hope I like her.

What did you eat for breakfast today? I had spam and egg with fried rice.

What's your favorite type of music? I don’t really have a favorite.

Do you like tuna? I love love love tuna in all shapes and forms, lol. I prefer it much more than salmon, which I find too oily/heavy.

What were you doing at 2 am last night? I was an hour into being passed out.

What do you like on your salad? I only eat one type of salad and that has chunks of tuna sashimi, lettuce, tempura flakes, and spicy mayonnaise.

What message would you put in a fortune cookie? Idk, I’ve never cared for fortune cookies.

What's the kindest thing someone has done for you? Stayed.

How often do you wear hats? I have a bucket hat on probably eight out of 10 times that I’m outdoors.

If you could change one thing that has happened this year what would it be? I wish the original game plan that they had laid out for me at work pushed through. For context I was initially supposed to be promoted as a senior associate; I was meant to hold that position for six months while being trained for a managerial position, which was pretty much guaranteed for me by June. But what happened instead was a bunch of people tendering their resignations and the need to fill in their shoes, so I became a sacrificial lamb of sorts and my promotion got fast-tracked to manager without the ample training I needed. And now I am exhausted, unhealthily dreading work every morning; and burned the fuck out.

What about last year? I wouldn’t change a thing about last year.

If you were trapped on an island, who would you bring with you? My dad or Hans.

Have you ever broken a bone? Nope but I’ve sprained my ankle.

Would you rather be really hot or really cold? Cold.

If you could get rid on one bad habit you do, what would it be? Not wearing a seatbelt.

If you could be on the cover of any magazine, which one? No thanks.

Your house is on fire. You can grab 3 things. Name them. Kimi, Cooper, Aki.

Are you more of a morning or night person? Night. Definitely a night person.

What was the worst concert you went to? I haven’t been to any bad ones.

When was the last time you recieved flowers? Last Wednesday.

If you could listen to 1 song for a whole month, what song would it be? Singularity by V.

Do your parents worry too much about you? They worry a fair amount, which I’m fine with since that comes naturally as parents.

Would you rather be a zombie or a mummy? Idk neither.

What would be the perfect first date? Trip to a museum then a fancy-ish dinner after.

#survey #surveys

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warrenkoles · 6 years ago

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mariajma replied to your post “in other news : my mom made yakisoba tonight so it got me thinking...”

We dont technically eat spam but we have what is essentially spam in sausage form and they usually go into fried rice and noodles and also hot pot! It’s known as the ‘unhealthy but we really crave it every once in a while’ kind of food in my fam

i’ve heard of that !!!! that sounds rly good ! and that’s fair, my family isnt the most healthy lmao and i know my mom’s family in japan didnt have like a lot of money to work with or anything so i think thats part of why my mom has talked abt eating it a bit as a kid and likes it as much as she does now

#mariajma #reply #food mention

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letseat-withraini · 4 years ago

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Dinner tonight was a bit of a mixture of store bough, homemade and restaurant take out. I made some spam kimchi fried rice and steamed store bought dim sum and the hubby picked up the sushi. As usual my eyes are bigger than my stomach and it was way to much for three people lol but that’s okay! I’d rather have too much than not enough right?! (at Perris, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMGtYpdlr4j/?igshid=1p954aigmlx7q

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withlovekth · 8 years ago

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Don’t Say a Word (Part Two)

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Pairing: Yoongi/Yoonji (Suga) x Reader Featuring: Jungkook and Namjoon (Rapmon) Genre: Fluff, Smut Contains: crossdressing, alcohol mention, a little sexual content Word Count: 3.7k

Author’s Note: I’m so glad to be home right now to post this. Work was so shitty and I actually cried because a customer started yelling at me (and instead of talking back I held it in and cried out of anger after they left). Please enjoy this because I couldn’t enjoy my day.

A little over a week has gone by since Yoongi had returned into your life. Every night since his first visit, he would text or call you to tell you about his day as Yoonji. He made college sound fun, but he was only experiencing the fun parts of it: the partying. Since he went into the police academy right after high school, he never had the chance to experience the true college kid life dealing with the stress that stemmed from deadlines and exams. He wasn’t required to attend classes, but he was given a schedule just in case any of the staff or students got suspicious of him hanging around campus all day long. He had to carry around his student ID with him, but had to leave his real ID behind at home, so he wouldn’t risk losing it or having someone find it.

It was almost dinner time when you got a text from Yoongi.

YOONGI (MESSAGE): I’m so tired, but they’re making me stay at the station longer to fill out a bunch of paper works on past cases. I’m so hungry. ㅜㅜ

You were about to go out to get some Chinese takeout anyway, so you decided to make your way to get some food by the station so you can make a little dinner delivery to Yoongi. You entered the station carrying a plastic bag filled with to-go cartons of fried rice, chow fun, and honey walnut prawns.

You walked into a large room full of a bunch of desks, papers stacked up on all of them. A lot of busy looking people walking in and out of the area, the sound of multiple phones constantly ringing was probably white noise to them.

You were approached by a tall, slender boy. “Hi, are you looking for someone? I’m Detective Jeon Jungkook of the Special Victims Unit,” he greeted you warmly with a nod.

You nodded back at him without actually really making direct eye contact. You continued to scan the room, trying to find Yoongi. “I’m here for Lee Yoonji.” You weren’t sure if you were supposed to refer to Yoongi by his real name or his alias.

“Sorry, we don’t have anyone here by that name,” he apologized with a stern look. He was probably suspicious of you for knowing Yoongi’s undercover identity. Jungkook suddenly jumped at the hand that suddenly grabbed him on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, she’s here for me,” Yoongi stepped into the conversation. “Y/N, I had no idea you were coming here.”

“Y/N? You mean your best friend that you keep talking about?” Jungkook smirked. “I thought she was just a person you made up to make it seem like you had friends,” he teased. “Anyway, nice to meet you Y/N.” He gave you a charming smile while sticking his hand out to give you a handshake.

“Nice to meet you too.” You reached out to grab his hand, but Yoongi placed his hands on your shoulders to turn you around and push you off into different direction away from Jungkook.

“Don’t mind that guy. He’s just my asshole of a partner.” He said sarcastically and purposely loud enough for Jungkook to hear and make a side comment, as he guided you to a private interview room. Yoongi seemed to be super close to Jungkook even if he had only been in this unit for about a year. You were glad Yoongi has someone else he could trust besides you.

You placed the food on the table, passing a pair of chopsticks to Yoongi. He gratefully accepted the food you bought for the two of you.

“I didn’t know you were in the Special Victims Unit,” you said before shoving a bunch of noodles into your mouth. “I thought with what you told me about your current case, you’d be in Narcotics or something.”

Yoongi finished chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth before he responded to you. “I felt that telling you about the gruesome, messed up things I’ve encountered in my time here, wouldn’t make a proper catching-up story.” He shrugged his shoulders. You watched as he popped a prawn into his mouth.

You didn’t realise it, but this is the first time you’ve seen Yoongi out of his disguise— no makeup, no wig, no baggy tops to hide his non-feminine features. Surprisingly, they let him keep his hair long and messy, his bangs drooping down, almost covering his eyes. His ears exposed with one hoop on each lobe. He was wearing a pair of black, fitted slacks and a fitted button up with the sleeves rolled up below his elbows. There was no trace of Yoonji anywhere on Yoongi, but you liked how he was able to pull off both looks so effortlessly.

“You know, by just looking at you, I wouldn’t think you’re a detective,” you commented on his appearance.

“Good. I don’t want people thinking that they can’t be themselves around me because I give off a cop vibe or something.” He brought up the container of fried rice and began shoveling some into his mouth.

“You sure don’t act like one either,” you teased him for his behaviors.

He swallowed his food hard. “No comment.”

The two of you finished up your dinner while sharing some laughs. After, Yoongi walked you out of the station. Jungkook said goodbye on your way out, making a remark about trading contact information, but Yoongi kept pushing you away from him. Somehow he was able to slip his business card into your coat’s pocket, but you didn’t mention it to Yoongi. The two of you said your goodbyes and you made your way back home where you instantly fell asleep. It was probably a food coma.

You woke up for a moment, around three in the morning. Out of habit, you checked your phone to see if you had any notifications from anyone. You received a bunch of texts from Yoongi around midnight. Somehow you didn’t wake up to the spam.

YOONGI (MESSAGE): Thank you so much for the food! I thought I was going to die of starvation. ^^

YOONGI (MESSAGE): You’re probably asleep right now… I got super sleepy after eating all that food, but I fought through it!

YOONGI (MESSAGE): I really appreciate you Y/N. Thank you so much. Sweet dreams.

YOONGI (MESSAGE): By the way, I got invited to another college party. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me? I wasn’t planning on doing any undercover work… Just going for fun.

YOONGI (MESSAGE): I probably won’t go if you don’t go… I really want to go with you though… So let me know when you see this! Good night!

You giggle to yourself at how cute Yoongi is. It’s like his missing emotions in real life came to life through text. You suddenly stop in the midst of your fawning over Yoongi to wonder if there is something more to your platonic love for him. When did this happen? Did this feeling start recently or did you always carry this with you throughout all these years? You decide to ignore this feeling, trying to convince yourself that this pounding in your chest is from all the excitement from finally being able to rekindle your relationship with your best friend. You continued to reply to Yoongi.

Y/N (MESSAGE): Sorry for the late reply Yoongi! I’d love to go to the party with you. When is it?

You put your phone down and closed your eyes to try to go back to sleep. Your phone’s vibration startled you, you weren’t expecting an instant reply.

YOONGI (MESSAGE): Oh Y/N! It’s tonight at 10. I’ll go to your place to get you later so we can walk to the party together. I hope it’s fine if I park my car on your street. I know there won’t be parking at the party. I’ll come by around 9/9:30. I’ll see you tonight!

Too tired to reply, you shoved your phone under your pillow to attempt to muffle any possible notifications from the lively Yoongi. He’s probably wired from all the cups of coffee he downs throughout the day, or maybe he was able to fit in one of his daily naps. Either way, he always ended up awake at ungodly hours of the day.

You fought against the vibrations under your head and fell asleep. You woke up around ten in the morning without anything to do until the party. You just lounged around your apartment in your pajamas. There wasn’t anything to do on this peaceful Saturday. When you were hungry, you went through that routine of opening up the refrigerator, closing it, and reopening it as if you’d suddenly would find something to eat. You ended up toasting a mini frozen pizza to satisfy your hunger, although at this point you were super sick and tired of eating these frozen pizzas and regretted buying them because of the ten for ten dollars deal.

Hours have passed and you felt like your brain has melted from doing nothing all day besides attempting to draw and playing some old video games you’ve never finished. It was now eight o’clock and you decided to start getting ready for the party. After showering and drying you hair, you put on a cute, simple outfit— a dark grey, short sleeve skater dress with a navy blue bomber jacket on top, white below the knee socks, and a pair of black hi-top Converse. You don’t normally put on makeup since you were lazy to attempt to look good on a daily basis, but you always made exceptions for performances and parties. You had just finished putting on some eyeliner when you heard a knock on your door. You exited the bathroom and opened up the door to find Yoongi… Or should you say Yoonji?

He was wearing an unbuttoned dark green, plaid flannel with a black, flowy boxy tee underneath. He also had on a black pleated skirt that sat on his waist, black thigh highs, black Authentic Vans with white laces, a black velvet choker around his neck, and a pair of fake pair of horned-rimmed glasses. His makeup, once again, was flawless. He had applied some fake freckles that tied his entire look together.

He used his hand to flip his wig hair back. “How do I look?” He smirked.

You looked at him up and down with your lips parted. “Amazing,” you said almost sounding breathless.

“Oh,” his demeanor changed and a blushed creeped along his face. “Uh, thank you.” He quickly looked at the watch on his wrist and brushed the hair at the back of his head. “It’s already nine, do you wanna head over to the party? I’m pretty sure there’s a bunch of people there anyway even if the party starts at ten.”

You agreed to leave early. You quickly grabbed your phone, wallet, and keys and the two of you headed off to the party. As you came up to the block of the house, you could already tell where the party was. Muffled bass could be heard from the outside of the house. A couple of people were chilling out on the porch drinking, smoking, and having a good time. You and Yoongi walked up the steps onto the porch and entered the house. Luckily, the house wasn’t as crowded as you thought it would be, but that could be because you were early. Yoongi grabbed your hand and walked you through the house. The two of you were stopped in the hall by a familiar looking girl.

“Yoonji! Hi!” She enthusiastically kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad you could make it.” She looked over to you. “Oh, Y/N! I didn’t know you two know each other.”

You laughed nervously, still trying to figure out who this girl was.

“Yeah, Y/N is my new girlfriend,” Yoongi said with the best feminine voice he could fake. You were thrown off at how convincing he was.

“What? You never told me this,” she seemed genuinely surprised. “Did you know we’re in the same band together?”

It suddenly hit you that this girl was Yuna, the flutist that Yoongi was investigating. You didn’t recognize her in her party attire and a face full of makeup. During rehearsals, you never really paid much attention to the people in other sections since you never needed to talk to any of them anyway. You probably had only one other interaction with her before today. You were playing some rudiments on the snare during break and she approached you, impressed with your skills when you were actually just messing around. Your first impression of her was that she seemed like a nice, quiet girl. After hearing about Yuna through Yoongi, you had become cautious of her. You were here to have fun, so you tried not to let that bother you. Hopefully this would be your last encounter with her for the rest of the night.

“Anyway, have fun you two,” she winked at Yoongi. “There are some drinks and snacks in the kitchen so help yourselves. I gotta go and greet the others, so bye!” Yuna was a total ray of sunshine and it was hard to believe she was mixing herself up in some shady business.

“Wait,” you quickly turned your head to Yoongi, “did you just tell her that I’m your girlfriend?”

He pinched your cheek. “Play along with it.” He leaned in close to your ear, “I don’t want her to know anything about you or about the truth of our relationship.” He grabbed your hand and began to drag you into the kitchen. “Come on, have some fun,” he smiled at you, putting you at ease. He poured the two of you some shots of vodka.

You hesitantly downed it. You can’t remember the last time you drank, but you had long forgotten how the burn felt. You sharply exhaled through your nose. Your eyes watered a bit at the fact you felt like you were going to puke for practically drinking something close enough to being rubbing alcohol. You pursed your lips while pouring yourself some soda as a chaser, regretting not doing that before taking the shot.

Yoongi chuckled at you then took his shot. His cheeks became red. He poured another round of shots.

“Whoa, hold on there,” you stopped him from pouring you another. “Aren’t we drinking a little too fast?”

“Nonsense,” he flashed you a cute smile, convincing you to let him pour you your drink.

You were always weak to Yoongi, but somehow in his current feminine state you were even weaker. “Okay fine,” you caved in and smiled back at him. You trusted Yoongi and always felt safe around him.

He passed you your red solo cup. You cheered your cups before taking your shots together. This time it went down easier, since you already knew what to expect. You took a few sips of your soda, already feeling the effects of the alcohol. You made a little mental note to yourself to remind yourself to not drink on an empty stomach.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see a tall boy with a drunken smile on his face.

“Hey cutie, how come I’ve never seen you here before?” His breath reeked of alcohol.

Yoongi stepped in between you two. “Hey Namjoon, don’t you have some studying to do?” Yoongi got really defensive.

“Don’t you have some classes to be attending, Yoonji? I haven’t seen you at math in a while, did you drop the class?” Namjoon jokingly sassed him back. “Just kidding... So who’s the cute girl behind you?”

“My girlfriend,” Yoongi crossed his arms and smirked at him.

“Oh? So are you only into girls?” He directly asked you, brushing off Yoongi. “Because I think you and me can have a little fun if you give me a chance.” He tried to grab your hand but you quickly stepped back a little out of his reach.

“Alright Namjoon, you’re drunk,” Yoongi patted him on the back. Hard. “Let’s go buddy, it’s time to find your own girl.” Yoongi turned him around and pushed him off to another direction.

Namjoon didn’t fight back. It seemed like he was too drunk to care, so he just went with the flow. In the distance you can hear him laugh as he tried to flirt with another girl and it seemed like they were actually hitting it off.

“He isn’t that bad of a guy when he isn’t drunk. He’s actually pretty nerdy and sweet,” Yoongi laughed.

The alcohol finally started to take its full effect. You felt super giggly and free. When you’d turn your head, you felt like you suddenly went from zero to sixty. You liked this feeling of not being able to control your body’s movements, not being able to focus your eyes. Your body’s movement was disorderly, but your mind was pretty aware of everything around you.

In your loose state, you dragged Yoongi into the middle of the room and danced around with him and all the other party go-ers without any hesitation. In actuality without any of that liquid courage, you probably wouldn’t be doing any of this. You were too shy to ever dance at parties, let alone dance so closely to Yoongi. You grinded against him as he held onto your hips, letting you guide him with your fluid movement. It felt so great to be carefree.

“Y/N, hold on,” he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The music was loud enough to cover up his deep voice, dropping the Yoonji act.

You turned around in surprise. His face was inches away from you. He gave you an intoxicated grin and rested his forehead against yours. The alcohol might have been hitting him hard, but by the look he was giving you, it seemed like he was also getting drunk off you.

“Follow me,” he grabbed your hand and brought you to a bathroom upstairs. He turned on the lights with the dimmest setting.

“Yoongi what are we doing here?” You awkwardly stood in front of him, honestly pretty confused.

“I just… Needed to stop dancing for a bit…” He did the thing where he covered his mouth with the back of his hand while gripping onto the end of his skirt to hold it down.

“Are you feeling okay?” You took a step closer to him, but he took a step back away from you. He tried to avoid looking at your directly in the eyes. You took another step towards him again, cornering him so he couldn’t get away. He backed into the skin’s counter.

“Do you need something?” You got in his face. “Hey Yoongi, look at me.”

The bathroom rug had slid under your feet, causing you to fall against Yoongi. You felt something hard poke against your body. Your eyes widened for a second as you looked up at him.

He looked back down at you, biting his bottom lip. “Y/N, I’m sorry I… I’m…” His face and ears were completely red.

You gently ran your fingers on the exposed skin of his thighs. He let out a small whimper.

“Is something bothering you under here?” You suggestively grinned at him while pushing up his skirt. Seeing him squirm made your heart skip a beat. You loved that embarrassed look on his face. Lust had began to flood your heart and at that moment, you wanted him right then and there. Standing between his legs as he leaned against the counter, you gripped onto his thigh and began to leave traces of your lipstick all over his neck.

He let out a soft groan while sliding his hands down your back to grab onto your ass through your clothes.

You made your way up to kiss him on his jaw line and stopping before you reached his lips. You hesitated, unsure if he’d allow you to. You’ve already gotten this far, so what’s stopping you? You readjusted your position. You were now standing level to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, staring at him.

“Why’d you stop?” He rested his hands on your waist.

“Did you want me to…”

“Kiss me,” he whispered, almost begging.

You closed your eyes and began to lean in but stopped when you heard a knock on the door. You looked into the mirror and in the reflection you saw Namjoon standing in the doorway behind you. He had some girl wrapped around his arm.

He had a weird smile on his face. “So you guys weren’t kidding about being girlfriends. Congrats.” He laughed loudly. “You forgot to lock the door by the way.”

You and Yoongi laughed while continuing to hold onto each other.

“I hope we weren’t interrupting anything,” Namjoon raised an eyebrow. The girl with him let out a little giggle.

You grabbed Yoongi’s hand and lead him out of the bathroom. With your other hand you pulled out your phone and opened up your transportation app to request a ride back to your apartment. As the two of you waited, you both took one last shot before going outside to wait on the curb for your ride, which was already on its way.

You enjoyed the cool breeze against your warm face and the sound of the orange leaves crunching under your feet. Everything felt unreal. The music blaring from the house in the background and the sound of the other party go-ers blended into one sound. You glanced down at your best friend’s hand that was locked in yours. You took note of all the little details about him— the way he tucked his hair behind his ear as the wind blew against him, the way he sighed as he looked at you, the way his fingers tapped against the back of your hand as if he was playing a song on invisible piano keys. This whole scene that seemed like it was out of a movie left a warm feeling in your heart. If this were a movie, you’d press the rewind button to replay this scene over and over again.

Side Note: The Namjoon featured in this story is the same Namjoon from the super short drabble I made a couple weeks back. On another note I was trying to decide on which member to use as Yoongi’s partner and I was considering Taehyung but since I’m already working on a story about him, I decided to go with Jungkook because how good he looked in the police uniform from the Dope MV.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi scenarios #bts scenarios #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut

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