'what are we having tonight' 'italian' 'talk to me'

Exo trying to decide if they should ask you out or not (Reaction)

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Kai:

Originally posted by porokrong

“Urghh.. Why can’t I stop thinking about her? You know what? I’m just gonna ask her out”


Sehun:

Originally posted by luhtella

B: “Hey, Sehun, there’s Y/N, have you asked her out already?”

S: ” Shhhh, God damn it, don’t talk so loud or she’ll hear us.”

B: “Ohh, so you two aren’t… I see.. Well, in that case.. Hey, Y/N! Are you free tonight? No, no, not me, Sehun over here is curios.

*whispers*

S: “ Baekhyun, you are so dead.”


Suho:

Originally posted by wugalaxy

S: “ Oh, hi Y/N, how are you? I heard they have an excellent pasta sauce in that new Italian Restaurant down the street, maybe we should go on a date or something.. sometime.. tonight at 8 maybe.”

Y/N: “Wait, what?”

S: “Pasta sauce? It’s the sauce you put on pasta..”

*cringes*


Lay:

Originally posted by lobbu-lobbu

“Ok Lay, it’s cool, you’re cool. You can do this. Just a simple question.”

*sees you passing by*

“ Oh my God, I can’t do this, she looks too good, what if she rejects me??”


Chanyeol:

Originally posted by luhtella

*plays guitar*

“She’ll definitely be mine after I play her this song”


Baekhyun:

Originally posted by wooyoung

“What do girls like anyway? Maybe I should buy her flowers… Nah, that’d be too cheesy.”


Chen:

Originally posted by sevnghyuns

“You got this Chen, you so got this. Omg, is that her? ..No, no, false alarm, but YOU STILL GOT THIS”


D.o.

Originally posted by exoxoolf

*asks Chen for help*

C: “Hey, Y/N, I heard you like Fantasy movies. What a coincidence, D.o. also like them, you guys should totally hang out sometime.”

D.O.: *omg I so regret asking him for help* 


Xiumin:

Originally posted by xiuhanxo

*you walk in the room and Xiumin awkwardly looks in another direction*

S: “I see you still have a crush on Y/N.”

X: “No, I don’t.”

S: “ Yeah, you do.”

X: “Shut up.”

S: “Just ask her out.”


Kris:

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

*eats*

“I need all the strength I can get”


Tao:

Originally posted by shinylightblue

*thinks about how your first date would look like*

*can’t stop smiling*


Luhan:

Originally posted by dawnlus

“Oh, look it’s her. Should I look? No, I don’t wanna look like a creep.. but I don’t want her to think I don’t notice her either. She’s so beautiful..”

two spoons short

oh boy kids do I have a story for yall. it’s today. and all the shit fucking things that happened to me on this goddamn day.

you see, it started with spoons

  • spoons. 
  • physical spoons that you eat with
  • ‘what’s so important about these spoons rain?’ well i’m glad you asked

you see my family had one set of silverware when i was growing up, and when my parents inherited a better set they got rid of all of them, but i managed to save a few pieces to take off to college with me. i’m nostalgic. it’s a thing.

these are the spoons i ate ice cream with my whole childhood. the spoons that i balanced on my nose. the spoons i tried to build into a catapult. these perfectly shaped, perfectly proportioned spoons. i feel really strongly about these spoons. i have two. i know each divot and ding.

so i get up, get ready, and go to eat my cereal.

There are no goddamn spoons in my drawer

  • alright, stay calm. check the clean dishes, sometimes my roommates use them. 
  • they’re not there.
  • check roommates’ silverware drawer.
  • they’re not there.
  • ask roommate if she’s seen the spoons.
  • she says no.
  • spend like 15 minutes looking for your goddamn spoons.
  • THEY’RE NOT THERE. THE FUCKING SPOON NINJA HAS COME AND STOLEN ALL MY SPOONS. 

‘rain aren’t you running late’

YES. IM RUNNING LATE, BUT WHERE ARE MY GODDAMN SPOONS. i break down. i end up eating with my roommate’s spoon. i send my father an angry message on facebook.

  • “IT IS CHARITY TO CALL THIS MONSTROSITY A SPOON” - me, 30 minutes after waking up and frantically looking for spoons, delirious. 
  • seriously though
  • her spoon has more in common with a shovel than it does a regular spoon.

this is just the first thing to go wrong.

the day doesn’t get better.

i speak italian for a few hours in class. it drags on. i feel the urge to loose wind the entire time. it becomes a TRIAL. there’s no TIME TO EXCUSE MYSELF TO THE BATHROOM. (i eventually do, humans can only withstand so much.) IN THE BACK OF MY MIND, ALL DAY, MY PRECIOUS SPOONS ARE GONE. MY CHILDHOOD IS OVER.

(i looked damn good today though, just as an aside.)

so i get out of one class, and i head to my next one, hoping that i have time to take a 50 minute test and its pre-test before that class starts. so i take my bike the 20 meters between the two buildings, thinking it will save time.

it doesnt

i get pulled over by a bike cop for running a stop sign. on a bicycle.

i’m astounded. i can’t believe the bike cop is this bored. HE ASKS FOR MY LICENCE AND REGISTRATION. IM RIDING A BICYCLE AND HE ASKES FOR MY GODDAMN DRIVERS LICENSE.

  • at this point, all hope of being able to finish my test before class starts to wain
  • i’m also convinced im getting a ticket
  • when i stop i knock my bike over because i was too embarrassed to put down the kickstand

aside from being completely mortified, all i manage to do is argue with him about the color of my bike until he gives up and writes me a warning. i can’t make this shit up people. 

  • it’s clearly TEAL officer. 
  • “GREEN MY FUCKING ASS I’LL SHOW YOU GREEN WHEN I POUND YOUR ASS INTO GRASS.”- the part of my brain that thinks i can fight like The Rock, probably.

i still cant believe this happened, like 6 hours later it’s so surreal that a bike cop CHASED ME DOWN. and asked for my LICENSE AND REGISTRATION.

amazing.

so i get to the hall where i have my next class, and I FLY through my pretest. i get ready to try and take on the actual test. knowing i only have one shot. and if i fuck it up i’m ruined.

i start to take the exam.

THE HALL FILLS UP WITH A CAMPUS TOUR. THEY START PLAYING MUSIC. YELLING THINGS. FUCKING PROTO-FRESHMEN. i can’t leave! i can’t close my laptop! if i do my test will fuck up and i’ll get a 0! i just have to bear it. 

it’s about half way through the day at this point and the only thoughts on my mind are:

  • knowing even after this test, I HAVE TEN NEW ITALIAN ASSIGNMENTS TO DO BEFORE TOMORROW. 
  • MY SPOONS ARE STILL M.I.A.

i end up getting a 94%, through the grace of half the roman pantheon. but next fall’s freshmen better watch their backs. im holding a grudge. 

my next class passes alright, the professor wastes our time. it’s okay until SHE ASSIGNS AN ESSAY DUE TONIGHT ON WHAT WE MISSED. like excuse me. the fact that we didn’t have time to ‘reflect’ is all due to YOU, DR. TALKS-A-LOT. 

so, in the truest form of petty revenge, i refuse to leave the lecture hall until i’ve finished the assignment. they turned the lights off and left on me. i wasn’t getting up. i was completing this assignment in class with or without my professor and classmates

i finally leave to go home, only narrowly avoiding CRASHING INTO A GODDAMN COP CAR WHILE RIDING MY BIKE. IT TURNED IN FRONT OF ME. 

THE CAMPUS POLICE OUR OUT TO GET ME WITH THEIR SUBURBANS.

the fucking irony of that. THE FUCKING IRONY GUYS. i still cant believe i made it home. it’s all so surreal.

and the first thing i do when i get home?

  • can you guess?
  • if you guessed, “look for my spoons” you’re correct
  • if you guessed, spend 40 minutes looking for spoons, you win

i look everywhere, and i mean, everywhere. in my underwear drawer, under the fridge, in my shoe boxes, in my bed, under my laundry basket, in the garbage, in the garbage disposal, in the microwave. in the fridge. every place in this apartment i have ever touched, i looked for my spoons there.

i give up. 

i’m defeated. i sit down at my desk, blast ‘ain’t no mountain high enough’ in an attempt to cheer myself up. and i plow through all of my italian homework. i think we learned about adjectives today, i couldn’t tell you. i don’t care anymore. the loss of the spoons had left me a broken girl.

i call my parents, i lock my door. and i just start wailing. crying like a damn banshee while my parents freak out on the other end. every terrible thing that had happened today. just let it all out. a damn broke. my makeup was ruined. 

  • i had literal trails of mascara on my face, i thought that only happened in movies.

my roommate comes in and im like ‘can you give me a minute’ and she’s like sure. so she leaves, and then she comes back.

she hands me the spoons.

i start crying even harder, but now it’s just kind of hysteric because this all happened over spoons…. what a mess. i’m so glad they’re back.

i have no idea where she found them. i’ve been too embarassed by how i reacted to ask. i have to know though, it can’t remain a mystery forever.