i have a typo in there shit

adhd friendships: a summary

-“Sorry I didn’t answer I spaced out”

-*randomly switching topics mid conversation*

-“I know this is unrelated, but”

-”I’m feeling horrible” *five minutes later* “uh nevermind that”

- “When did we start talking?” “I don’t remember”

- *both infodump to each other*

- more typos than any human being is able to handle

- when you get really excited and you stay up until 7 am taking about random shit

- accidental derailing the conversation over and over

-”have i already told you this i can’t remember” “don’t worry i can’t either”

shakespeare characters as dril tweets

othello: i shall say this only; ive ended peoples careers by reporting them for “Ironic” typos & spelling errors., i do not give a shit. im a warrior

macbeth: my “F*&k It!! Let’s Go Golfin” t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed

ophelia:  i just looked up the stats and the number of meaningful relationships ive formed is less than the number of public restrooms ive Screamed in

caius marcius coriolanus: my followeres, who all hate me, and wish to kick my ass, are nobodys, and they lack the combat training to injure me, because theyre infants

lady macbeth: Have you ever wanted to click X on a bastard

hamlet:  if you have a problem with my mouth, i’ll be swniging a sledgehammer in circles outdoors for the rest of my life, so come try do crap to me.

king lear: now youve done it, teens. the official mr bean account is closing because you all kept calling him dad

richard iii:  to the coward fraud who claimed my username: it is you who deserves to be plagued by this baneful “2”. Posted by CrotchLordMiami2 at 3.36 am


and yet again I try to draw cool shit but cant decide what to go with in the end

also dont let yourself be fooled by the art bc here’s what I think abt it: this can be fucking hilarious

so heres a list of hcs aka a list of things I might have to draw sometimes later bc its ass oclock rn and I gotta travel tomorrow but this is rly good AU why is organization-type AUs so good

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Imagine #11 Alex Summers

Imagine… Being the first person Alex wants to see after having returned from Vietnam.

Originally posted by captnstan

Not my gif

Words: 2369

Warnings: Typos, one swear (depending on your definition, though. Actually, where does ‘swear’ start, really. Like, is ‘shit’ a swear?), female!reader


These days you didn’t leave your house very often. Well, actually it was your parents’ house. And you didn’t even really leave your room, if you were completely honest. Things had never been the same after you had decided to go to Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Until then, your relationship with your parents had been fairly peaceful and normal, but after you had found out about the school, you couldn’t help but realize your parents’ disappointment. Disappointment not because you wanted to leave home, hell, you had all planned on you leaving and going to an overly expensive college after having graduated high school with top marks. No, turned out your parents were only supporting you as long as you decided not to progress in using your mutant powers. They had always called you ‘their special little princess’, but apparently, being able to shoot lightning bolts from your hands was a bit too unconventional for Mr and Mrs American Dream. And you deciding to attend the school for the gifted didn’t at all fit their plan of you becoming a high society lawyer and earning your money by sending innocent people to jail.

After realizing just how unsupportive people could become if you crossed them, you never regretted leaving home. However, having to return after having had the most amazing year of your life was the worst thing that could have happened. You missed everything, the castle, the classes, the teachers, your friends… especially one friend… friend.

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i hate when i have the smallest typo in my text and then the person replies with “???” or “wdym??” like bitch can u not read past that shit

y'all we are so lucky louis is famous like i can’t even begin to explain the extent of our luck, that we get videos like this iheart radio one of him, being fucking adorable as shit, because he’s famous goddamn it’s totally possible that he could have not become famous and then none of us would ever have gotten this gift of him, in all his sweet, beautiful, funny ways holy shit y'all

So I have a Hamilton t-shirt.

Love it.

Not this exact one; the writing is gold, but otherwise it’s the same.

But there’s a typo and it’s bugging the heck out of me.

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the middle of the Caribbean…”

Anyone else have a t-shirt with this issue? 

CCTV romance

Let Us Live: Part 3


Okay so this was really hard for me to write and I don’t have time to edit it but HEY IT’S LONG AF. I actually really like how this turned out and holy shit Ten is hard for me to write like? Why? Just a warning, this is completely un-betad, so forgive any mistakes/typos.

Anyway, please enjoy!

Word count: 5,263

Pairing: Ten/Y/N 

Warnings: Cursing

You rolled around on the floor of your apartment, sighing. The living room carpet wasn’t the softest, you noticed, as you laid still for a few moments. You adjusted, letting your face move across the course tufts of fabric.

It’s still uncomfortable.

“This isn’t working,” You muttered aloud, sitting back up. The carpet left your skin dimpled with the imprint of its pattern, “I still need to get that fucking key card.”

You pushed yourself of the ground and moved your ass into the kitchen, flicking on the lights, “Lit.”

So maybe you were a bit sleep deprived. You sighed, deciding to make a cup of coffee. Obviously, the best thing for massive sleep loss is jacking your system up on caffeine.

“I can hear a health specialist screaming in the distance,” You whispered as you poured a spot of cream into the charcoal colored liquid, putting in only a tad bit of sugar. The more concentrated the coffee, the better. A bit of music also helped keep you awake, so you pulled out your phone and activated Bluetooth, connecting to your speaker system.

Gentle waves of traditional winter ballads flooded your apartment quietly, just loud enough for you to make out the lyrics. You sniffed, taking a sip of your drink and jumping up to sit on the counter top. You checked the date.

December 24th, 2016, 1:00am.

“Fuck my life…” You took another sip of coffee, “Now… time to procrastinate procrastination.”

You picked up your phone, quickly skipping the song that began to play because you had over-listened to it – then opening up your contacts list. You had synced up a disposable phone to your home’s system, allowing it to remotely access the files on your computer, along with your music.

You pulled up Eunseong’s contact, typing out a message in the chat. You stopped yourself, hesitating over the send button.

I don’t want him to get in trouble again… Soohyuk was very harsh on him.

You shuddered, recalling his screams as you left the building last Sunday. It had been six days since then, and it was now the Saturday that you had to meet the man from the Black Blood’s. Your wounds had healed considerably, and all seven cuts were completely scabbed over. They had gotten smaller, too. They no longer spilt, bled randomly, or dripped on your floor like the first day. You didn’t know how Eunseong fared with his injuries, though. You hoped they healed as well.

You deleted what you had written, and sent him a tasteful meme instead. Soohyuk never said you couldn’t text him…

You changed chats, not expecting him to respond any time soon, anyway.

So, I can’t ask Eunseong… maybe Dajeong? Taeil? No… he’s probably still wanting to murder me… You had scrolled through almost all your contacts, but stopped once you reached the “Y” section. Hmmm…

You opened up Yuta’s chat, and typed out what you had planned to say to Eunseong formerly. You were asking him to call you on a private line, and to make sure he was in a quiet, secure place. After finishing the text, you sent it and set the phone down on the table. You sipped your coffee till it was almost gone as you waited for him to call you back, standing like a statue for almost a straight hour. The phone rang suddenly, making you nearly drop your mug. The music playing throughout your apartment stopped automatically.

You quickly snatched the phone off the counter, accepting the call and putting it up to your ear, “Hello?”

Yuta’s voice droned monotone through the receiver, “Why do I feel like you’re about to do something really stupid?”

“Correction,” you laughed, “You’re about to do something really stupid.”

The line was quiet for a bit, “I’m hanging up.”

“Wait!” You shouted, reaching a hand out as if he was physically leaving, “I’m sorry, I just really need your help.”

Yuta sighed, sounding tired, “Alright, what do you need?”

“I kind of-” You bit your lip, struggling to find the correct words, “I need you to steal the key card the Black Bloods were supposed to receive for the shipment.”

“Yeah, no.”

“Yuta, please!” You begged, “I really need it. Soohyuk doesn’t have to know. It’s really, really important.”

“More important than me living?”

“No, but he won’t kill you if he finds out. I’ll be the one to blame, I promise. Just hear me out.” You paused, hearing his silence. He was listening, “If what I have planned goes through, then everyone will be happy, especially the King. He can’t know, though. I’m supposed to be on hiatus. He’ll… it won’t go well if he finds out before I’m done.”

“I need to know what you’re planning.”

“I-” You bit your lip, eye twitching in annoyance, “I can’t-”

“Then I can’t help you.”

“Okay, okay, fine…” You moaned, “A Black Blood approached me, well not quite- but he made me a deal. We meet, alone. I bring the keycard, he brings the payment, we part in peace. That’s it.”

“This is stupid, Y/N. Eunseong would-”

“Eunseong would do it too.”

Yuta created a silence, then broke it by letting out a loud, conflicted sigh, “Alright, I’ll get the card, but I have one question.”


“Who?” Yuta said, “Who got you into this? If something goes wrong, I need to know who to find.”

You sighed, he was right. You mentally apologized to Ten, “It’s the black haired one I stabbed.”

“What?” Yuta yelled, before lowering his voice to a hiss, “Y/N, you stabbed him! Do you honestly think he’s really doing this for the reason he said? He could be doing this to get revenge, or worse…”

“It’s not that deep, Yuta.” You placated, “This could save us in the long run. I’m favored, and with the payment, we could solidify and secure our pre-existing bonds and connections. It’s the boost we need to get on equal footing with the Black Bloods. I have a good feeling about this,” you begged, “Trust me.

“Okay,” he said, “Fine. Have it your way. I’ll have the key card for at around noon, give or take, if this goes well. I’ll send you a text if something happens…” he paused, “Please don’t hurt yourself, Y/N.”

“I won’t, Yuta.” You said, smiling fondly, “Take care of yourself, okay? If you think you’re gonna get caught, bale. I’ll understand. I don’t want Soohyuk freaking out and… doing what he did to Eunseong and I to you.”

“Yeah,” Yuta sucked in a breath, “About that…”

A pulse of fear spiked through your gut, “What? What happened? He’s not…”

“Whatever you think he is, he’s not that. Eunseong’s fine – mostly.”

“What do you mean “mostly”?”

“The King cut off a segment of his right ring finger.”

“Oh,” you covered your mouth, shocked, “That’s… excessive. Fuck, now I feel really bad. I mean, I already felt like shit, but that’s just the cherry on top.”

“Yeah,” Yuta agreed, groaning as someone called for him in the background, “Shit, I gotta go. I’ll slide the key card under your door or something. Bye!”

“Talk to you-” the phone line cut off, “…later.”

You bit your lip and closed the phone, glaring into the empty coffee cut sitting on the counter. You contemplated making another cup, but decided it best to let yourself rest, even if you weren’t able to go to sleep.

Now… time to wait.

You woke up at approximately 11:58am by falling off the hard counter top onto the even harder tiled kitchen floor, dramatic classical music sounding throughout your apartment. That wasn’t what woke you, but was actually the doorbell that had startled you from your oddly-positioned slumber. You had fallen awkwardly on the tiles, landing on top of your right arm.

Why the fuck was I asleep on my counter?

You were knocked out of your thoughts by the doorbell ringing two more times, the person clearly growing impatient. You groaned, holding your right shoulder as you rubbed the pain away, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” You muttered, “Irritating dick.”

Padding over to the door, you wiped the sleep out of your eyes, sniffing a bit. You opened the door, “Yes?”

“I have the key card, sleeping ugly.”

You glared at Yuta, snatching the card from his outstretched hand, “I thought you didn’t have time to stop for more than a millisecond.”

“Well…” he tilted his head a bit to the right, “Set the bar low and you’ll never be disappointed by life. I had to establish the precedent somehow.”

“That’s a sad motto, Yuta.”

He shrugged, “Am I wrong though?”

You snorted, giving up, “No, you’re not. Thanks for getting me the key card… I really, really appreciate it. Hopefully this will placate Soohyuk.”

“Yeah… gotta get those loyalty points,” Yuta laughed, “Sometimes I feel like I’m in too deep with all of this.”

You laughed, “Yuta, this is the mafia. You’re always in to deep. It’s practically written in the job description.”

“If we had one,” He snorted, “I wonder what life would’ve been like if I stayed in Japan, kept up with soccer, went to college…”

“Don’t think too much, Yuta.” You advised, “It’s not like we can turn back time. Our choices have been set in stone, irreversible. Just go with it and you’ll be fine.”

“I know that, but…” he sighed, taking a step back from your doorway, “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before.”

“I try not to,” you stuck out your tongue, waving as he left, “Viviamos!”

He waved over his shoulder, voice quieter as he spoke in the opposite direction of you, “Viviamos.”  You closed the door.

Looking down at the key card, you relived the meeting with the King. Your leg started throbbing, ghost pain making you wince. You could only imagine how much pain Eunseong had felt.

Yuta’s kind of right, you thought, I wonder what life would’ve been like if I had never let curiosity get the best of me.

You tossed the key card onto the counter, slapping your cheeks in an attempt to smack sense into yourself, “Stop it, stop it, stop it! It’s fine… totally. I should be getting ready for the meeting, anyway.”

You checked the time, your phone reading 12:07pm. You had just under twelve hours to prepare for the exchange, which you defiantly needed. You had neglected proper preparations due to both legitimate and idiotic reasons, like fucking around on online dress up games or attempting to broaden your horizons in code.

You headed back to your bed room, walking faster whenever you passed a window. You always grew nervous when you were near them now, after that last incident.

Your bedroom spoke nothing of your personality, the grey walls blank from anything indicating a connection to anyone. Your dresser only contained clothes, and they were mostly black – just how you liked it. There was probably some color in there, but it was definitely buried under layers of dark cloth.

You opened your shallow closet, rummaging through all the shit you threw in there because you were too lazy to actually clean up. You found a chestnut, over-the-shoulder satchel underneath various objects you had forgotten about, like a magic 8 ball, an ugly cat sweater with a fucked up hemline, a tambourine from when you tried to make it in a street band (Keyword: tried), and some repulsive used tissues because the trash can was too damn far away.

“I disgust myself…” you muttered, your lip curling up as you cringed.

After retrieving the bag, you threw it on your bed and began to fill it with the essentials. You grabbed your gun out of your sock drawer, and tossed the weapon onto your bed. A CW9 9mm, you’re favorite little weapon. It was slim, had light recoil, and was small enough to conceal without taking away from the damage it could do. Eunseong had helped you buy it and even assisted you in painting it matte black because the silver slide was a little too obvious for your taste and lack of expertise. It helped, when you had to hide it under your clothes.

You tossed in your wallet, another disposable phone, some chocolate, and – of course – the throwing knife. You put it in there specifically to piss the man off, and a little because you felt a little bare without a close range weapon. You made sure to double check for you ID, not wanting to have the deal fail just because you can’t get into the club.

You contemplated sticking the key card in the bad, but decided against it in favor of looping the lanyard around your neck. You had to take it off in order to shower around eight hours later, but made sure to put it back on after you had cleansed yourself. It wasn’t hard to conceal it, the white lanyard and plastic hiding perfectly under the opaque black jacket you threw on. Of course, you’d seem a bit out of place in the club wearing a long black jacket, semi-flattering jeans that had lost a lot of their black pigment and were starting to turn grey, and your trusty – but no longer waterproof – black boots.

You attempted to “spice it up” by adding some pretty bracelets that costed you significantly less than a pretty penny, a thin, classy necklace, and some makeup. You let yourself indulge and do a pretty red lip, but skipped heavy eye makeup and settled for dark liner and minimally mascara coated lashes. You set down the lipstick, taking a quick selca with and obnoxious, over-the-top wink and sent it to Yuta. He gave you a concise response, “Minimal effort, I see.”

You scoffed, knowing he was just being facetious, and laid back down on your bed. You checked the time; it was around 9:45pm. You had an hour and forty five minutes before you had to call a cab and make your way to MÜTE. Of course, given how fervently you had packed earlier, you had nothing left to find or bring. The key card was around your neck, the world around you was placid and uneventful… all you could do was lie earnestly in wait for the hours to pass.

Of course - with how oddly excited you were - the hours seemed to pass by horribly slow. You paced restlessly, highly anticipating what was to come. You had question… so very many of them. Refusing to forget them, you sat down at your desk and began to scribble messily on a piece of paper torn from one of your notebooks.

Where are you from? What are the black bloods like? What conditioner do you use? Permission or forgiveness? Fight or flight? Chocolate or hard candy?

You paused, your pen hesitating against the paper and making a slight splotch of ink before you stopped, not writing down the last question on your mind. Are you like me? You left the note out on your desk.

You checked the time again and groaned, 10:30pm.

“I wish life had a fast-forward button…” you pitched yourself onto bed sheets, face down. You laid there for a minute before screeching upon the realization that you were wearing red lipstick and the sheets were fucking snow white.

“Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit!” you cried, pulling the sheets off the bed and rushing them to your wash room. You blotted it with rubbing alcohol, rendering the fabric damp. A good bit had come out, but some was still in the fabric, making it pink. It was just a little stain, but still.  You’d either have to take it in for cleaning or get a new sheet. You groaned, bundling the thing up and throwing it into the washer with more detergent than what was necessary. You slammed the top shut and made your way back to your room, cursing when you saw your face in the mirror.

“Damnit,” you sighed, trying to fix the smeared lipstick. You decided it would be best if you just wiped it off entirely, applying a sheer chapstick with a slight tint, instead. You wiped away the stain it made on your cheek completely; the pigment thankful coming off your skin better than it came out of the sheets. You covered the spot with a bit of concealer just to be safe. You peeked at the time, realizing you were due to call a cab.

You grabbed your bag and left your room, dialing up the taxi service as you swung the bag over your shoulder and sat in your living room. Rubbing your hand on the textured fabric of the seat, you counted the minutes until your ride came. You looked up upon your living room filling with light, the headlights of the car reminding you of just haw dark it was in your apartment. You hummed, pushing yourself off the couch. The excitement you had felt earlier still thrummed through your body, but it was now much quieter.

This is for business, you thought, it’s not like we’re even acquaintances. That fact is unassailable.

You greeted the driver with a kind smile and told him where you were going. He laughed, “Going clubbing? You look a bit underdressed.”

You sighed, “Yeah… I’m going to be doing business, actually.”

“Huh,” he mused, glancing at your through the rearview mirror, “What business could you possibly have at a club?”

You laughed, “I ask myself that too.” You sat back in your seat, the car falling into a comfortable silence.  You fiddled with you ear, mindlessly tugging at the extremity. The car ride wasn’t too long, not being longer than 5 minutes. The club wasn’t horribly far, only about a fifteen minute walk from your apartment in Hannam-dong. You could’ve walked, but you didn’t like to be out in the streets at night. It scared you.

The car slowed down and stopped at the curb, the driver reaching out for his payment. You passed him what you owed, and promptly stepped out of the car and onto the hard sidewalk. You shivered as the car drove away, and promptly got closer to the building to building to stop some of the wind chill.

You had about twenty minutes before you had to meet Ten, so you spent the time on scouting the area. You peeked around the corners of MÜTE, spying down the long alleyways. The air was filled with the muffled sound of some recent dance hit, the bass making the ground shake just slightly. You walked around the place, turning around promptly when you turned the back right corner and almost bumped into a couple. You covered your eyes and tried to erase the image of the guy shoving his tongue down her throat, his hands on her exposed chest, and her hands on his junk.

You walked back along the side of the building you came from, heading back towards the front. Rounding the corner, you decided it best to go inside. It was getting quite cold, and your hands were freezing.

Standing in line, you gave the bouncer a glare as he looked you up and down, scrutinizing your appearance. His head was smooth as ice. You stuck out your tongue as you came to the front of the line and his frown deepened, “You’re not exactly dressed for a night in the club, girlie.”

You snorted, “And your head isn’t exactly suited to a night out in the freezing cold, baldy, but that’s not stopping you.”

“You little bitch-”

“Hey!” Someone across the street called out, walking confidently across the black pavement. His black hair glinted red under the neon club sign, giving him the look of a devil. His eyes shinned with the same crimson, bright and dangerous. He stood on the other side of the line - the one closer to the street - and jerked his chin at you, “I told you to meet me outside of the club, not in it.”

You raised a brow, not liking his arrogant attitude, “I could’ve sworn you-”

“Well, you swore wrong,” He huffed, lifting up the velvet rope that separated him from you and grabbed your hand. You made an awkward noise as he pulled you under the rope, stumbling a bit as you nearly caught the rope with your nose – you were doing the limbo, essentially. Ten laughed, but it was condescending, “You forget things a lot, don’t you?”

You frowned, digging your heals into the sidewalk, effectively stopping the two of you. You yanked your hand roughly out of his grasp, taking a step back, “Fuck off…” You muttered, rubbing your hand. He had a strong grip, stronger than you remembered.

You looked up, examining his hard expression. He had turned around, hands down at his side. The two of you were a good thirty feet away from the club and the tenants were looking at you, wanting to see if a fight was about to break out. Ten’s face gave nothing away, and he was dressed in significantly less clothes than you. It boggled your mind.

“You look really fucking cold,” you muttered, looking him up from head to toe. He was wearing a black dress shirt and black dress pants, paired with a pair of nice, sleek shoes.

“I’m really not,” he quipped, “I run warm blooded.”

You swallowed, shifting from foot to foot. You didn’t know how to behave around him; his tone made you nervous, scared, “Well, I’m fucking freezing, so…”


“And I think I’d be a good idea to go somewhere warm, such as-”

“I am not going into that club,” He leaned to the side, glancing around your figure, “And neither are you, judging by that bouncer’s face.”

You glanced over your shoulder, grimacing at the daunting look the angry, bald man was giving you. You sighed, “Yeah… I think your right with that one. So…” You bit you lip and turned your head promptly, smiling. It came out more as a wince, “Looks like were going someplace else.”

“Or we could stay here and get this over with?”

“Nah, I feel like making things complicated for you. You broke my window and I think you just broke my hand.”

“Oh, calm down. Your hand is fine.” He groaned.

You raised an eyebrow, flopping your hand flippantly in his face, “Is it? Is it really?” You cradled the extremity and cooed over it, “My hands are sensitive… And they are very, very upset that my living room window is broken.” You jiggled your hand in his face again, “Very upset.”

He looked skeptical, raising an eyebrow with wide eyes, “Okay…? Noted, your hands are sentient.”

“Damn straight,” you coughed, “Okay, fuck this. We’re going to my place.”


“You already know where I live, you creeper. It’s not like it’s anything you don’t know,” you scoffed, brushing past him. You were walking fast, determined to get home in less than ten minutes, “Shit, I could really go for some hot cocoa right now.”

Ten followed silently, deciding it best to follow your shivering, ranting figure. He caught up, walking beside you. He kept giving you weird looks.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You bundled up your jacket, crossing your arms in an effort to conserve warmth. The way you were walking was against the wind, chilling you to the bone.

Ten continued to stare, “No, you’re just…” he stopped, mouth opening and closing. He pursed his lips, “Nevermind.”

“You’re strange,” You muttered, jokingly bumping him with your hip. He stumbled, not expecting the friendly action. He looked startled before he gave a small laugh, smiling lightly.

“Right back at you.” He came back to his place beside you, his arm lightly brushing your side.

The rest of the walk passed in silence besides your puffing breath. He didn’t seem to break a sweat, but you felt like your lungs were freezing. The only sign of being cold he showed was the involuntary reddening of his nose and cheeks, which made his look significantly less brooding and dark. You excitedly ran up the steps to your apartment, which was conveniently on the first floor of the residence. Ten followed close behind you, watching you closely as you unlocked the door.

You stepped into the apartment, telling him to close the door behind himself and to hang up his coat. He chuckled, “I’m not wearing one, you know.”

You scoffed, taking off your shoes and settling them by the door. You took off your coat and threw it over him as he took off his own shoes, “Now you do,” you laughed, escaping to the kitchen. You called back to him as you opened a cabinet and took out a jar of cocoa mix, “Be a dear and hang it up for me, will you?”

You heard a snort, “Lazy ass!” He yelled, but his voice had no real bite to it. You smiled.

Looks like my impulsiveness helped, this time, you thought, pulling out two mugs from one of the higher cabinets. You set them on the counter and moved to fill up the conduction kettle with enough water to fill both mugs, turning on the sink. You danced slightly as you waited for it to fill to the point you wanted, trying to warm yourself up. You bobbed your head, jamming to your internal soundtrack.

Once it finished filling, you settled the glass object on the conduction plate and turned the thing on, turning around to lean against the counter. Your eyes sought out the raven haired man, your head still bobbing. He gave you another weird look, looking like he muttered something under his breath that looked vaguely like ‘okay, then.’

He was about to make a comment when you yelped upon hearing the kettle turn off, signaling that it was done, “Oh, hell yeah…” You whispered, grabbing the kettle and pouring an equal amount of water into both mugs. Getting out two spoons directly following, you scooped out some of the hot cocoa mix and stirred it into each cup. You left the spoons in, and handed one of the mugs to Ten. He didn’t reach out to take so you awkwardly set it on the counter, leaving him to stare down into the rich, brown liquid. He looked back up at you.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned you joked,” taking a small sip, “See?”

He nodded, eyes lingering on you for a moment before he grabbed his own mug and brought it to his lips. He choked, putting the mug down on the counter hastily, “What the fuck? What the hell was in that?”

“I put salt in yours,” you laughed, “Consider it petty payment for breaking my window.”

“Bitch…” he cursed, “I would like to remind you that you stabbed me.”

“So?” You took another sip of your un-salted hot cocoa, “I called the ambulance, which also happened to save that girl’s life. I have leverage over you, bitch. I would just like to remind you of that.”


He sighed, “Okay, you’ve had you revenge. Do you have the key card?”

“Yes,” you said, smiling over the rim of your mug, “but you’re not getting it yet.”

“You are a pain in the ass.”

“I take pride in that,” you slid him you hot cocoa, “Here, get the taste out of your mouth. I promise it’s not salted this time; I like my cocoa sweet.”

“Noted,” he said, bringing the cup to his lips as he leaned against the table with his elbows – on the opposite side as you. He took a sip, appreciating the taste, “…thanks.”

“No problem,” you muttered, starring at him. You recalled the list of questions you had earlier, “So, where are you from? I noticed you have an accent, but I could quite place what it was.”

He slid the mug back to you and answered as you took a sip, “Thailand, that’s why I go by Ten.”

“Ah, that explains it. The name, I mean,” you hummed and passed him the mug again, “What are the Black Bloods like?”

“I can’t really answer that,” he said, “But it’s good. We’re not as… tightly knit as you seem to be. Most of us are init strictly for business.”

“What about the guy who got killed last week?” You asked voice quiet. You hoped you weren’t strumming a nerve, “What was he like?”



“Oh, him.” Ten sighed, “I never liked that guy. He used to always harass Yonai, no matter how much she rejected him. It was irritating.”

“Interesting…” You mused, taking the last sip of the hot chocolate, “What about-”

“How about I start asking you questions?” Ten straightened up, coming to his senses a bit as the night wore on. He was growing tired of you drilling him for info, “Where is the key card?”

You pouted and sat up, “You’re no fun. Here,” you grabbed the lanyard and pulled the key card out from under your shirt. You didn’t remove it from your neck, though, eyeing him suspiciously, “Where’s the payment?”

He pulled out a card and handed it to you, “Transfer 100,000 to your account. I’ll know if you take more, so don’t try me.”

“Alright,” you pushed off the counter, “Let me get my laptop.”

You ran back to your room and unplugged the electronic, holding it to your chest. You rushed back to the kitchen, telling Ten to sit with you in the living room. He did, crossing his legs as he sat down on a couch. You sat beside him, letting him watch as you transferred the money. Upon entering your password, you heard him sigh, “I still can’t believe your password is sucmydic…”

“It’s funny, though. Plus, no one has ever been able to guess it, so it’s quite effective.”

“… Alright.”

“Be honest, deep down you think it’s funny. Don’t deny it.” You jested, prodding him in the side. He frowned.

“You’re an enigma.”

“I’ll take that was a compliment.”

You finished the transaction and handed back his credit card. It was odd how he was using his own funds, but he probably did it to avoid suspicious. The Black Bloods would probably reimburse him, anyway, once he comes back with the key card, “Here,” you started to take of the lanyard, “Take it-”

The doorbell rang. You let the key card fall back down around your neck. Ten stiffened, “Who the fuck is that?” He whispered, “Was this a fucking set up? Oh, I cannot believe-!”

“Don’t believe it, then, because I swear to god this isn’t what you think.” You glanced through the peep hole of the door. It was Eunseong, “Shit…” you whispered, “You need to hide, now.”

“Hey, I didn’t come here to get screwed over. Give me the damn-”

“If you don’t hide now than we’ll both be screwed over so please shut the hell up and hide in a closet or something.”

He cursed, knowing he couldn’t leave without the key card, “Fine, but you need to pay me back for this. Take care of your boyfriend.”

“Sure, whatever, just…” You turned around and whisper shouted, “He’s not my boyfriend!”  It was too late, Ten was already out of earshot. You let out a frustrated, strangled noise. The doorbell rang again.

You put your hand on the knob and turned, taking a deep breath to try to calm yourself down.

Here goes nothing.

So, how was it? Good? Bad? Meh? Tell me bc that motivates me to plot for the next chapter (and to keep writing things that people enjoy and want to read).

Thank you so, so much for reading all of that. Bless u little angel. It’s time for me to sob over math homework now.



Rajigaze Nov 18

Kai (reading mail): “I don’t know if you could call this an unexpected story or not, but one time I was fighting with a friend, and texting my other friend complaining about them. Then, out of nowhere I got a text from the friend I was fighting with that said ‘sorry.’ I wondered why they were apologizing when I looked back at my texts and realized I’d accidentally sent all those texts complaining about my friend, to that same friend. I didn’t know what to do, it was so awkward. So for me, it was a pretty unexpected experience. Have the two of you ever accidentally sent a text to the wrong person?”

Uruha: No, absolutely not. 

Kai: Never…

Uruha: Shit that’s dangerous…if I ever did that it would be bad…

Kai: But you’ve like, made an awkward typo or something before right? 

Uruha: That I have done. 

Kai: Like what?

Uruha: Especially on Line. 

Kai: On Line huh. Well I’ve like…you know how we have that GazettE group line? 

Uruha: Mhm.

Kai: And we use it so often so it’s always at the top of my chats. So sometimes I accidentally send a private message to the group (laughs)

Uruha: Omg you do do that! I don’t get it! How do you even manage to do that…

Kai: But I notice right away, and I’m like ‘ahh sorry sorry!’

Uruha: Idk I never send stuff to the wrong person.

Kai: I’m just a scatterbrain! Come on, it’s cute! 

Uruha: Like how busy do you have to be – are you texting with one hand too?

Kai: No, no, I’m legit texting it properly, and then I hit send and I’m like…oh shit that was the group Line! 

Uruha: You can’t be sending stuff to the wrong person man (giggles) 

Kai: I’m just bad at multitasking, so it happens. 

Uruha: Well, you gotta always check before you send it, you know? 

Kai: But I get it, when you’re trying to do a bunch of things you make mistakes.

(*Uruha says he has to be more cautious and check over and over and he uses the phrase ‘kakunin ojisan’ which literally translates to like a middle-aged man who checks things and it appears this isn’t even an expression??????uru pls) 

i totally forgive pewdiepie and im glad he has noticed what he had did wasnt the best for his audience. now notice, if the man wouldnt have had apologized ppl wouldve still had called anti-semitic and other types of shit. he had to or else his personality and all that good jazz wouldve rot. i fully respect ppl who opinions differs from mine and i understand ppl who hold grudges on him bc of what he did, but do realize that he did everything he could do in thay video to reclaim himself as a good person and he shouldnt be thrown undr the bus no longer (if u want to do that then do what makes you happy idc)
now dont hate me but theres others who make a living off of offensive videos and ppl who make a profit off of offensive content *COUGHS* idubbbz and leafyishere *COUGHS* but how come they havent been called out and gotten backlash yet? is it that yall only attack the ppl who are more popular in the youtube area?? pewdiepie found where his boundaries lie and now hes stepping back into it for his own good, he has a lot on him rn and all i ask him is to respect him as a person. you dont have to like him at all but do realize he is trying to fix his mistakes.

anon:answer part 2

EYO IM BACK this is part 2 of this 

Anyway since im calm rn, I’ll spare y’all from my rants (sorry for pouring my heart out in prev part), so this is gonna be only “theory”. No rants. No me nagging like a bitter ahjumma. Hope you enjoy (especially you, the anon who had asked me about this, once again sorry for keeping you wait, shit has been hectic ;__; don’t worry tho I will finish the quest you have given to me)

Note#1: this part will contain jelly!kaisoo (even tho this is supposed to be from “jongin’s perspective” only, as the asking anon has requested, but since there are other anons who have asked me about jelly!kaisoo, I’m gonna add jelly!soo here too)  

Note#2: as always, this is gonna be long, prepare ur eyes dear ship-mates, and sorry in advance for profanities, grammar mistake, typos (sorry if my English is weird sometimes, especially when I try to explain things) and ofc lots of delushit.

I will begin this ‘so-called-theory’ with the moment that had managed to intrigue me into this life path of a [kaisoo] shipper. anyway, prepare your

lets zoom in a little

of course, it had crossed my mind that jongin looked at luhan’s hand bc it was moving (bc usually someone’s eyes instinctively would move to the nearest moving object) and perhaps that was it, perhaps there was no jealousy intention at all, perhaps we all reading too much things in this

BUT, why his eyes instinctively looked down at the hand? Why he blinked and looked down while before he was staring at other direction (where other members were talking)? Why he didn’t just blink but still keep his eyes remaining in the same position as before? Why he casted his eyes down at that hand? If the true cause of this was indeed “the nearest moving object” like I have said, why his eyes looked down there tho? I mean he was staring at other direction, his eyes were looking straight at the left side (his head tilted to that way), I mean, the hand was far from his focus stare, why he just blinked down automatically there?

And I know there were some of you who think “he didn’t look at the exact direction of luhan’s hand, his eyes were slightly directed to the empty space beside ksoo ”, bc I thought like that too at first (I had to zoom this mothafucking gif and stared at it for few minutes), but ksoo wasn’t sitting exactly next to him; ksoo did sit beside him but ksoo’s body was leaned forward while he was leaned back (jongin rested his back on the sofa); from this camera angle we can see ksoo’s body covered/shielded his left shoulder from the camera and jongin’s head was tilted to the left side. Meaning he had some distance from ksoo’s back/luhan’s hand, imo that was why if u zoom this gif his eyes pupils looked like they were staring at the empty space beside soo (due to the distance and tilting head direction issues), while he was actually staring at luhan’s hand on ksoo’s shoulder.

Since this is a pict, and like someone had said, a pict only needs a right angle and moment to give us the magic /roll eyes/, I wouldn’t say much shit about this. ok maybe I would. Let me elaborate, the right angle of this pict: as you can see, the main subject of this pict is jongin (pretty obvious since chansoo was blurred), and the pict was taken from the front angle –the most honest angle of them all, it’s pretty hard to play trick and cast magic with this angle since you can see everything cuz there is no blind spot– so it’s pretty safe to declare that this angle doesn’t play its filthy trick on our eyes, dearest ladies and gentlemen. 

Now, the right moment of this pict: no matter in what angle, the right moment can do wonder to our eyes. maybe jongin didn’t stare with burning holes and piercing eyes when this moment happened, but he still did look at them soo – we didn’t know if he did stare or if he just glanced. yes I said he looked at soo, bc frankly I see his eyes were focusing at soo, but since im deluded, my eyesight cant be trusted

yes this gif is slowed, but what if I told you that the gifs often slowed so we could see dem goddamn moments easily (bc our red, tired and strained eyes couldn’t capture such things in normal speed yo) not bc we want to add sparkles and unicorns shit there – anyway, you could see his smile falter a little bit, it looks like he was annoyed/irritated seeing suho pulled that stunt (and looked at soo ducked his head and moved his head away from suho). Jongin was smiling, but then his smile stopped even tho perhaps only for a millisecond when suho ducked his head to be closer to soo, after that jongin smiled again at the crowds (idk what suho tried to do here, at first i tho he wanted soo to sing along w/ him but then i notice he pointed on soo’s tie? or did he point on his own wrist?), and let me remind you that jongin was behind them and if we were in his position we could have mistaken the sudo couple wanted to do a fake kiss

its pretty obvious that he looked at chen’s and soo’s fingers (he stared at their fingers then at chen)

soo looked at chen and then their interlaced fingers briefly, then it seems his stare was empty – like he didn’t really look at their fingers again, meanwhile jongin still darted his eyes back and forth at the fingers and chen

his eyes were moving down (to the fingers) and up (to chen)

it seems he inhaled a quite deep breath from his mouth then exhaled through his nose – usually when a person does this, it’s bc they are upset/angry and trying to calm themselves. And the way he fixed his jacket too, feelin a lil bit hot there jongin?

I don’t understand whats up with chen’s thirst for soo that day, anyway soo removed chen’s hand

then jongin did it and soo didn’t do shit (look at soo’s right shoulder just stilled)

actually, I feel there is another part before this part (just look at suho grabbed the water bottle, the loop doesnt fit with the prev gif, yeah? Or is it just me? the gifset aint completed ;___; ), it looked like jongin had slightly removed his palm off soo’s thigh? In prev gif it seems jongin just put his palm like he was softly slapping [like dropping his palm on soo’s thigh] the middle part of the thigh ((?) this is just assumption tho since we cant see shit from this angle) but in this gif his hand seemed had moved away slightly, but his hand was still rubbing at soo’s outer thigh? And is it just me but I see him looking at chen when he did this to soo?

Also happened on the same day (not jelly!kaisoo)

I don’t think this gifs were slowed, look at the camera flash (so he did stare on soo - the rainbow-ness that we feel right now isnt created by some mere magic of slowmotion effect then)

Soo smiled at the end

jongin’s foot was under soo’s 

that smirk… now lets see non slowed gif

why soo put his hand in that position tho? as if it was a barrier between him and chen, it was a quite awkward position to be made right? and it seems the position was deliberately made, I remember I made this hand position at school bc I didn’t want my friends to see my doodles/or copy my answer (yes i was such a cheap bastard back then), and there was no wall/things for soo’s hand to lean on, so wasn’t this hand position was uncomfortable? why soo had his hand prop up like that? (btw jongin still had that smirk on his face)

it seems jongin was feeling their shaved hair part? Bc he patted/rubbed his palm on soo’s shaved part and then he did the same to his own

just one whisper from soo and look what happened to him

sure perhaps jongin’s forefinger was hurting and soo only wanted to relieve the pain, but judging from his face… idk man, idk… like yeah he scrunched his nose perhaps bc it was painful but then it seems he mouthed an ‘ah’, is this what guy friends do to each other? Bc quiet frankly ive never seen one do this to their friend, like ive never seen my male friends asked their other male friends to message the ‘boo boo’ away… or perhaps jongin’s finger wasn’t hurting? But then why he lifted (and then wiggled) his forefinger? Then why soo grabbed it? also in recent moment jongin showed soo’s his front tooth (it seems he did this cuz it hurt)…

so would soo make the ‘boo boo’ away then? cuz when jongin showed his forefinger, soo grabbed (messaged) it, so why not, right? lol

Idk if this is counted as jelly moment (since we cant see his expression here), but the way kaisoo clasped their hands together just intrigue me. perhaps this means nothing to some of you (warning this will sound like I read into things too much a.k.a overanalyzing a.k.a just another delushit in stronger dose)

ksoo was holding suho’s hand, and jongin did look at their direction, but his head was indicating that he looked at “the head” area, not “below head/shoulder” area, when ksoo’s hand was near his, he offered (opened) his palm for soo to grab – yet his head still didn’t move (look down), sure perhaps his eyes/peripheral vision made him acknowledged soo’s outstretching arm (perhaps his eyes were aware of the movement of ksoo’s shoulder, thus made him realize that soo was trying to reach him), but still, the way he offered his palm for soo to take was just adorable for me.

bc usually ‘the hand grabber’ would just grab the hand and the owner of the hand wouldn’t offer their hand to the hand grabber, like they would just let their hand limps to be taken (not doing offering whatsoever), especially if this thing is done between a pair who aren’t close to each other at all. Jongin didn’t look down at soo’s hand, yet he flipped open his palm so then his palm would fit with soo’s, I mean how did he know that soo’s hand was in “top” position while he kept his vision range above shoulder to head. also even tho ksoo was the one who stretched the arm first, it seems it was jongin who clasped their hands together. have I drown you in my leaking delulu-ness yet? HAVE I?? oh, I have? Good.

So idk perhaps bc my vision is flogged with so much deluluness, but in near the end of the gid I saw ksoo didn’t hold suho’s hand anymore… so when he held jongin’s hand, he let go of suho’s? hmmmmmmmm

jongin looked at soo (and manager’s hands on soo’s forehead)

why he did this? why? if he wanted to go through why he didn’t go through the noona that fixing the costume (look at prev gif), he could just say excuse me, then slipped through between the manager and the noona, then went through behind the manager… but he didn’t. another option was, why he didn’t wait for the manager to finish grooming ksoo? He didn’t even say anything when he did this (not ‘sorry’ nor ‘excuse me’, I mean look at his mouth, his lips were tight-sealed), was he mad? Also is it just me but I see the manager shook his head lightly after that, and the manager didn’t continue his work of grooming ksoo, I mean it looks like his grooming wasn’t actually finished, but as soon as jongin cut in, the manager was like “you know what? fuck this” /shake head and go away/

“I couldn’t look at jongin [when we were talking] bc I have astigmatism” this guy didn’t even blink when the host talking. jongin stared at soo

yeol looked at baek and jongin looked at the camera then at soo

yeol still looked at baek. jongin still looked at soo too

ksoo finally nodded and blinked. sehun bit his lower lip. jongin looked pissed off. Believe me, I was giggling while staring at this gif set, idk why but I find this hilarious

Then this happened

jongin looked at soo ft yeol


I cant believe this guy is 22 y.o, I mean just look at him so squishy

yeol seemed to want to attack ksoo back? (as a revenge of shocking him from behind) but jongin grabbed soo’s bicep as soon as yeol wanted to do that and manhandled soo to move forward and it seemed yeol looked at jongin for a sec and then yeol stopped to bother soo, Why he retreated ? wouldn’t he usually bother soo a lot on stage?  it was such a perfect opportunity to do so, bc soo attacked him first, but he just let it be after that… was it bc there was jongin? – speaking of this i once have watched a fancam – it was happened on the day when jongin had a towel on top of his head and whispered to soo [this happened in their concert in china, thanks to the awesome and informative anon for telling me that] – where soo chasing yeol but then jongin grabbed soo to stop him, also there was this gifs where baek annoyed soo, soo wanted to chase him but jongin stopped him, sadly I don’t have the gif, but I have the pict (I think)

Basically baek annoyed soo, soo wanted to chase him (baek was already circling the group to avoid soo and soo wanted to follow baek) but nini stopped soo. idk if this pict is the right one/match with the gifset I’ve seen ( `~`)

this is more like protective jongin than jealous one tbh… luhan was attacking ksoo with his coca cola bottle, ksoo didn’t like it when luhan was shoving the bottle to his face

nini to the rescue! He didn’t even smile when he was “playfully” shoving/punching luhan… and ksoo smiled at the end of the gif lmao

while the girl was mesmerized by yixing, jongin just casually passed by at the sight chen opened his arm for soo, jongin saw this first and decided to walk away, but then when ksoo nodded his head and went to chen’s embrace, jongin turned away and walked to them…

…and then he wanted to hit chen’s head but chen blocked the hit, chen retaliated by attacking jongin without any pillow (with his bare hands), yeol tried to help jongin by trying to hit chen’s back with the pillow (but I think his aid fail bc even tho the pillow did hit chen, it didn’t do much since chen was already moved a lil bit far to feel the impact), then yeol got distracted with ksoo’s swaying butt, and baek hit that butt with his pillow

Yeah, prob cuz of right angle and right moment and all that jazz, but it still means that jongin did look pissed off even tho for a few micro second when he saw chen back-hugged soo, right?

It seems suho told them to stop hugging “okay stop now before your husband gets jealous”

Jongin looked at soo for a sec

This was how jongin looked like when the hugging happened

And this how soo looked like after the hugging happened, this boy was so asking for it.

he looked at suho then soo then suho again

suho patted soo’s shoulder, then when jongin looked at him, he nodded and the patting stopped, jongin still looked at him, and when jongin gave him a small nod and a small smile suho nodded and looked down for a very brief moment… (staring is one of ways to assert dominance and it is not only applied for animals but human too – basically the one that looks away loses the dominance, and I didn’t make this shit out since this was in some sciene show, I don’t remember in what channel I watched it… yes in case u don’t know already im a sucker for shows like that – anyway, do you get my point by stating this fun fact? /wiggle eyebrow/),

…then jongin smiled widely and turned away from him. suho kept smiling, but how he smiled was… off for me, bc his smile was a tight-lipped one, (while before, when he did the thumb up, he had a broad smile on his face - with teeth showing), 

usually this tight-lipped smile would be given for a brief second and used for small greeting (like when you meet your neighbor/acquaintance, u don’t wanna stay for chat but u want to stay polite so u just give them this kind of smile), also this type of smile is often to be interpreted as secretive/dishonest smile, and some people say that this is also can be interpreted as nervousness?

also notice the way soo’s smile started to change when jongin gave suho small nod/smile, and then soo’s lips were sucked in (I read this thing indicates nervousness… Like something bad has happened? I do notice some of my friends – even me myself – would do this if ‘oh shit’ moment happens), also i do notice sehun did this too, but it seems he did this bc he wanted to moist his lips? like a habit (habit out of boredom since he seemed to be out of his mind in this gif), while soo’s sucked in lips movement was deliberate/slow, bc soo ‘let go’ his lips in slower movement, while sehun just ‘sucked in’ and then ‘popped out’ his lips back… IDK MAN MAYBE IM JUST DELUDED AF oh btw baek’s expression describes so many shippers when they see this gif so well

Idk this is so blurred I cant see much in this… soo and sehun were kinda hugging each other but then jongin hit soo’s arm so he could have soo’s attention? Idk perhaps he wanted to say something to soo, but I don’t have the rest of the gif so idk man idk

it seems he was looking at soo when he opened the bottle, yeol looked at him, idk what suho looked at (prob the host?), while soo smiled and looked at the host then looked at the bottle that in jongin’s hands

suho and soo looked at the host while smiling, yeol just looked, nini flicked his eyes at soo (when soo pointed the host) then at the floor(?) or maybe the table(?), imo he couldn’t see what the host was doing in that standing position (bc the host had his back facing him), why he didn’t step forward so he could look at what the host was doing? Why he looked at soo for a sec then flicked his eyes down?

when this happened (suho had his hand on soo’s neck/shoulder, from this angle, it seems he was kinda leaning on soo, even tho his nose tip wasn’t touching soo’s neck, but it seems their distance was quite close?)

this was how he looked like. he blinked twice, and he looked surprise when he saw suho did this to soo, and it looks like he said “mwo-ya” (뭐야) which is equivalent to “what the hell?” - idk maybe this just me - when he smiled (also his smile was a lil bit off for me, maybe this is me just being delulu trash like always, but his smile wasn’t wide [cheerful] when he said this, it was then when he was starting to face the crowd (why he looked away anyway? it was just a fanservice, some of their members had done this a lot on stage, this shouldnt be uncommon to see, right?), his smile grew to a grin, 

anyway my delushit state of mind interpret this as a ‘pissed off smile’, you know sometimes shit happens to you and all you do is smiling (and prob saying “what?” or “oh great” for the irony effect) bc you’re so fucking pissed off but there is nothing you can do to prevent/undo it), oh btw it seems when jongin said ‘mwoya’ that was when soo opened his eyes (look at prev gif)

Again prob bc of the right timing/angle but still im gonna put this here

Idk what happened here, since the gif’s loop is too short, but in this gif jongin did look pissed off when soo giggled at xiumin

I cant say he is jelly since the gif’s loop is too short, also while soo was singing he looked pretty happy/excited to be jelly, but hey like I’ve said even tho the moment was short-lived doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Come to think about it again, he looked excited but then as soon as soo leaned to yeol he got quiet for a moment (like in this gif) ? But then he got excited again after that… idk maybe I got it wrong, just check/watch the show again on YT if you want to

[that chinese group thingy6, 1-2]

he looked excited and he pointed soo while turning to see other member (xiumin or prob someone next to xiumin); to tell them that soo was singing? But it doesn’t make sense then, like ofc the other members know it was soo (by soo’s voice), so doesnt that mean he pointed at soo while turning to the other member to tell them to pay attention to soo?

look at him clapping, yes other member clapped too (luhan and xiumin) but jongin lifted his arms high while he did the clapping

Also in this show [@37:19], when soo and yeol needed to compete in office chair race (on their last round), jongin (as the referee) out of nowhere came in and blew the whistle to told chanyeol to fix his stance/start position bc yeol had his feet placed over the yellow line, then he pointed his finger to yeol (and yeol looked offended at this) and then he walked to soo, then he fixed soo’s stance bc soo had his feet placed before the yellow line (the distance between soo’s feet and the line was prob 2-3 cm/ an inch), 

and let me remind you when he told yeol, he bent down and tapped yeol’s feet (to move back behind the line) but when he did it with soo, he grabbed soo’s right foot (to place it exactly behind the yellow line – no distance like before) and then soo’s left foot followed the movement  and then the ahjuma host (idk this lady’s name) and zhoumi were ‘YAH!’-ing him. and luhan was like lol, and chen had this ‘of course he would do that’ smile IDK IM SO BIASED MAYBE IT AINT MEANING ANYTHING BUT DAMN THIS MADE ME GIDDY YO

look at jongin in all these pictures… he stared at soo when soo whispered to yeol. Yes I said he stared, not just a mere glance/look bc he had different poses/position but his eyes still glued at soo, so this was staring.

Lets compared it with yeol’s reaction when soo whispered to jongin

look at jongin blinked fast and he looked at laysoo for a micro second

in the video, it was soo and jongin who played crotch grabbing war at first, but then lay came and barged in between them, soo wanted to stand next to jongin but lay told him no, and told soo that soo need to stand there [between him and sehun], then lay played crotch grabbing war with soo (while jongin continued playing with suho), when it was chanyeol’s turn to speak, soo added something [he commented] (Idk what he said but I think that was the cause of) lay [kissing] pecked soo’s cheek

tbh Idk if jongin was jelly when lay did this since after that he acted indifferent (?), like ‘nah its not a big deal’, but he blinked fast when this happened, but when I show the clip to my mom, she said “this one [point at jongin] looked pissed off [when the kissing happened]” lol (yes my mom knows that im a kaisoo trash)

also when this happened (@4:15), suho ducked his head bc of embarrassment, sehun was shocked (I think he wanted to smile/grin but he held himself back and tried to distract himself by speaking to yeol), chen xiumin baek snickered, yeol didn’t realize shit (bc he was talking), while tao looked so distracted from the beginning till the end of this interview, this interview is really hilarious for me Ive watched this more than 3 times even tho I don’t understand what were they saying

[Jelly nini ft insungi hyung full and 1-2]

this actually a revelation moment for me, since before I was in doubting state (“they’re prob just friends, prob this all just bromance, why am I wasting my time doing this? what am I doing with my life? /sobbing/”) then this thing happened. I would like to thank suho for this revelation of mine, bc his reaction was… very legit for me tbh. He was laughing/gasping “aahhhh” while covering the side of his mouth, then he looked back.

I assume he was originally looking at jongin even tho for a brief second, but then yeol started to laugh and say “insungie-hyung”  and that was when his head tilted slightly to the left (where yeol was), then his head went back to face xiusoo direction and then he held back his smile/giggle, just look at his mouth. Look at it. why he did that? Why he didn’t continue his snicker? Why he decided to clamp his mouth and hold back his smile?

And look at jongin. 

why the other members were all lols and giggles yet he only offered a very small smile? I mean the others were all OMGOMGINSUNGIEHYUNGLMAOLOLOL (they were so excited, just look at the feet of the person who sat beside yeol), but jongin was just quiet… I mean in other occasions where ksoo says/does something usually he would be the one who does the overhype, like that time when ksoo with the green doll (when yeol was told to re-enact exo next door scene), or when soo does aegyo ‘bbuing bbuing motherfucker’, or when soo sings, or when soo asked something about DNA in some show (I don’t remember what the show’s name), or when soo read that oranghae poem, heck even saying ksoo’s name repeatedly (in showtime, when they were inside the car) made him giggle, then why when soo was talking about his ‘new hyung’ he didn’t look so thrilled, hm? Also, perhaps this is just me and my delushit way of thinking but I see ksoo took a glance at jongin(‘s reflection on the monitor) when he was talking about his ‘insungie-hyung’

I think that’s it for jongin’s part, I don’t have any more stash of him being jelly, so let’s move on to soo

lets see another version

Honestly, soo did look pissed off, he looked so… restless? Idk as if something was bugging him, usually in radio interview he is pretty calm, I notice he would just stay still/quiet, he wouldn’t try to fix the mic (except when it’s his turn to speak/sing) but when he’s idle, he would just stay quiet prob reading the script, but he never does something like this (as far as I know), also he didn’t say goodbye to the caller noona…hmmmmmmmm also this was one of the revelation moment for me (since why would someone got jelly – to the point he acted rude [not saying goodbye] – if his veryplatonic-hommie-bro got a call from some chick? Shouldn’t that person be happy if they were just a pair of very close friend? but hey what do I know anyway… a trash’ mind is deluded after all

As soon as the noona wanted to hold jongin’s arm, soo’s smile fell. I don’t have long explanation about this bc this shit is pretty obvious

soo looked at jongin, who was looking (while biting lips) at taemin giving speech

after being hit for a few times, jongin finally tilted his head back to look at soo

tae let go of jongin

soo got his bae back

this pict was taken after taemin let go of jongin, look at taemin’s face. Look at his eyes, and it seems he held back a smile? Like he tried to contain his smile to break out, and look at jongin’s smile. and the smile Im talking about is not a cheerful kind of smile but smug smile/grin (for both of them, not only jongin), bc tbh that was what im seeing here (“pffftt, bro, it looks like ur man got jelly” “lol ikr, but that means he likes me, right?”—that’s how I imagine the situation here but since im deluded, sooooo yeah, don’t listen to me folks!)

I know this is not requested buttttttt… allow me this time

where was jongin? didn’t he see his hubby flirted with his bro

look at him immediately place his hand on soo’s waist then it did a small caress (up), honestly where was jongin? tbh whenever I see taesoo it reminds me of some ridiculous slogan I once saw on some ad, basically it says something like this “where would your ex be right now? in your bestfriend’s embrace” im sorryyyy 

… Ermm, anyway lets move on

The caption says it all, why soo looked at them? why jongin moved away when soo looked at them? why soo looked away when jongin finally moved away from the manager’s touch?

Again, what else need to be pointed out?

In this gif we can see that soo said “hajima” (means don’t, right?) while he pulled sehun’s arm, then jongin quickly undid/untied the gold ribbon by himself

Aww he looked like a kicked puppy

I think that’s it for jelly!soo, I don’t have anything left about dem being jelly in mah stash, so yeaaaahh, and originally I wanted to talk more stuff (not just about their jellyness) on this post, but this thing has gotten too long and im afraid it would crash again (like before) if I force all dem gifs + my delulu words in a single post, so yeah, ill continue on later part (prob the last part)

btw sorry for those who have asked me things but I haven’t replied since time is such a bitch to me right now

as always, this is not a fact, I do not know these boys personally, this is just how I perceive things, I could be wrong, they could be just friends /cackle sardonically/ …the point is this is just some post that is written by some faceless stranger on internet, there is no credibility on my words, I am not a an expert nor trained in human behavior/body language field and im a very biased trash shipper so shit I’ve said might have been influenced by my feels, so don’t take this seriously folks

and also gifs/picts aint mine, credit to the owners! 

More than this - Stiles Stilinski {part 7}

[part 1 - part 6] (Masterlist)

(Tumblr wouldn’t let me post the gifs, shit.)

A/N: Here’s part 7 for you guys :) I originally planned this chapter to be longer, but it felt right ending it with a little bit of a cliffhanger, i’m sorry i’m evil *lol*. This could have some typos i wrote this late at night, sorry babes.

Warnings: alcohol, mild swearing.

“I just don’t know Kira. She said it will be a small Party but when is a Party at Lydia Martin’s EVER small?” I was talking with Kira over the phone while laying out different outfits on my bed.

“Just stop worrying for once okay? It will be fun, I promise. And Theo’s coming with you, so you won’t be bored.” Kira reassured me. I simply wasn’t a Party-Girl. And on top of that I had absolutely no clue what to wear.

“What are you wearing? I just can’t decide. Should I go for something casual but still edgy, or like all black and heavy accessories, that would look bad ass right? Or maybe something glamorous, the red short dress I wore last year on you birthday? Remember when this one guy tried to grab my ass and- oh. Yea maybe not that dress. Or I could-“

“(Y/N) ! Can you stop overthinking EVERYTHING? It’s just a Party. Okay you know what? Just wear the tight black dress we bought last month, the one that goes right above your knees, without the sleeves, you know which one?” Kira explained and I could imagine her using her hands while describing my outfit as if I could see it.

“Yes the one with the choker right?” I asked while pulling the dress out of my closet.

“Exactly, that one. And then wear your high plateau ankle boots, with the rivets on the heels. They look really badass. I should borrow them sometime..” Kira zoned off, making me giggle.

“Okay and for the accessories ?” I really liked the idea and I put the phone on speaker so I could put the dress on.

“Something simple. Like the thin golden necklace Stiles bought you for your birthd- oh, sorry. Just, wear your charm bracelet.” Her voice was sad, even though she tried to hide it. I hate that every time Stiles is mentioned, there is this weird tension. And my mood instantly changes.

“Yea, I’ll just wear the bracelet. Well, thank you Kira. I’m gonna hang up now, Theo is coming to pick me up in half an hour and I still need to do hair and makeup. See you later okay?” I rushed a goodbye and quickly hung up. Plugging in my curling iron, I started  with the rest of my look.

The loud thump of a car door signaled me that Theo was there to pick me up. I hurried down the stairs after grabbing my purse and opened the door just as Theo was about to ring the door bell. He eyed me up and down, making me automatically blush.

“Wow, you look….just, wow.” He stuttered before kissing my cheek to greet me.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Raeken.” I responded. He wore semi-tight black jeans that had this wasted, destroyed look going on, with ripped knees. On top of that he wore a simple white v neck shirt, that was slightly see-through so you could make out his sculpted torso underneath. His hair was casually spiked up. He was just drop dead gorgeous.

“Well, let’s get going shall we?” Theo offered me his arm and I looped mine through it after closing the door of our apartment.

After a pretty long car drive, we arrived at Lydia’s lake house. You could already hear the music thumping from inside, and a lot of people – that I had never seen before - were walking outside.

Theo and I were heading through the crowd of people, his hand laying on my lower back to guide me. It took us a few minutes to find Kira and Lydia, standing in the corner of the kitchen.

“Hey, there you are!” Kira said, her mouth turning into a huge smile and pulled me into a hug.

“(y/n) right? So glad you could make it. Do you mind introducing me to your handsome boyfriend?” Lydia said, handing me and Theo a red plastic cup with red liquid in it, that smelled extremely sweet and was definitely strong alcohol.

“Oh he’s not my-“ I nervously shook my head because I was sure Theo didn’t want to be referred to as my boyfriend.

“My name is Theo, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He interrupted me, winking at Lydia and took my hand in his.

I was surprised by that gesture. We had briefly talked about not being official and when he had said he really liked me and that labels didn’t matter to him, I still didn’t think he would want to be my boyfriend. It’s not that I don’t like it. He makes me happy and I really like him too. I just wasn’t expecting it and the whole Stiles situation was still very confusing. I decided I was going to talk to Theo about it later, if he really wants to take this a step further, he deserves to know what was – or is – going on between me and Stiles.

Lydia greeted a few people and then led us to the middle of the living room, where Stiles, Malia and Scott sat on a couch just talking and drinking.

Kira positioned herself on Scott’s lap and he gave her a short kiss. I could see how Kira’s cheeks were turning slightly pink and I smiled at that. Scott high fived me, since he couldn’t gave me a hug thanks to Kira sitting on him. Malia and Stiles didn’t bother to say hello they just nodded in my direction.

Scott also greeted Theo and told him he’s happy he came. I made sure to remember that I thank him later for that, since he was kinda the only one being nice to Theo in that moment. Me and Theo sat down on a smaller couch across from the others and Lydia thanked us all again for coming. I looked around, many people were dancing at the other end of the room. The music was pretty loud and not really the kind of music I would listen to, but it wasn’t that bad. Just typical Party music.

“Hey, should I get you something else to drink?” Theo asked me because he noticed I hadn’t took a sip from my drink. “Yea that would be great. Just something..less strong. I’m fine with soda.” I said, smiling at him. “Okay stay here, I’ll be right back.” He said before getting up and giving me a short kiss on the lips. I could feel Stiles staring at us. When I looked in his direction his jaw was clenched and he looked pissed, but he didn’t comment it. Thank God. Lydia went to get something out of the kitchen and came back with an empty bottle. Holding it up and smirking, she suggested that we should play a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven. I wasn’t very fond of the idea, but the chance that I would end up in a room alone with Stiles was pretty low, since we were quite a lot of people playing. And it was better than Truth or Dare. Or Spin the Bottle. Unfortunately I wasn’t the only one thinking about that and of course Malia had to open her damn mouth. “Well it’s your lucky day (y/n), you won’t have to see me and Stiles kiss since we’ll be in a different room. So no need to freak out.”

God how I hated that bitch. Kira opened her mouth to back me up but I shook my head and mouthed “Don’t.” at her. I decided I was just going to ignore everything Malia had to say about me.

Theo returned right on time with my drink, I thanked him before taking a sip of my soda. Lydia took the bottle, placed it on the coffee table which was in between the couches, and spun it. After a few turns the head of the bottle pointed at Stiles. “Great. Now you spin to bottle. Let’s see who get’s to spend a little quality time with you.” Lydia said enthusiastically, she really enjoyed this stupid game. My eyes were focused on the bottle and I hoped – no, prayed – with every ounce of my being that it would land anywhere, just not on me. Oh god please, let it be everyone but me.

But you now, I’m (y/n) (y/l/n) and the odds were never in my favor. Never.

So when the bottle stopped moving, pointing straight at me, all I could do was laugh. Laugh because this was too fucking cliché. Because it was just too damn-

“Ironic.” Of course Malia had to say what I was thinking. And I almost couldn’t blame her. Because it was ironic.

Theo looked confused “Am I missing something?” he asked me, but looked angrily at Stiles.

“No, it’s just… similar to… a situation when we played a game at a party, nothing of importance” I explained to him, squeezing his hand softly. Theo just nodded.

“Well, let’s get this over with.” Stiles mumbled annoyed before Lydia led us to a tiny room upstairs that looked like a guest bedroom.

“So have fun you two, but don’t forget that in exactly seven minutes one of us will come barging through this door to interrupt anything that’s going on in here so hurry up.” Lydia winked at us and closed the door.

What followed was a minute of silence. It was awkward, I felt extremely uncomfortable and the minute seemed like an hour.

All of the sudden Stiles sat down next to me on the small bed, let out a deep sigh and said:

“I’m sorry (y/n). For everything. Can I just tell you something and you will just listen for a minute, without lashing out?”

I was completely taken aback by his apology. He hadn’t even said one nice word to me the last few weeks and I didn’t know what to say. Turning my head in his direction I looked at him and nervously nodded, hoping that whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to complicate things even more.

Oh i had no idea.

[part 8 here]