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Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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Leaked scene from the next Spider-Man movie
  • Ned: PETER, MJ, YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!
  • *Pete and MJ run over to Ned and see that he's on YouTube*
  • MJ: Ugh...you're watching "The Miss Marvel Show"?
  • Ned: HEY, Kamala Khan is a wonderful vlogger! Way better than that PewDiePie guy. Seriously, where's her "Scare Miss Marvel" YouTube Red show-
  • Peter: Ned, focus!
  • Ned: Right, sorry. Look at the title of her latest vlog.
  • MJ (reading out loud): "SPIDER-MAN HAS A GIRLFRIEND?!"
  • Peter: *starts sweating as Ned plays the video*
  • Kamala: Hey, what up YouTube! It's yo girl, K-Khan aka Miss Mar-VEL, with another update on NYC's newest superhero, Spider-Man! Or should I say, Spider-Hunk. Seriously, dat ass, I can't.
  • MJ: *rolls her eyes*
  • Ned: *chuckles*
  • Peter: *checks his butt and shrugs*
  • Kamala: Anyways, my followers have pointed me to this video that's currently blowing up on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr...seriously, everyone's going insane! Let's watch!
  • *cut to another video, which is some guy recording Spider-Man on his phone. Peter jumps down into an alley, where we see Michelle waiting for him. It's unclear what they're talking about but it ends with MJ lifting Peter's mask halfway up and kissing him on the lips*
  • Kamala: DAMN SON, WHO IS THAT MYSTERIOUS GIRL AND HOW DID SHE LAND A GUY LIKE SPIDER-MAN!
  • Ned: *clicks off of video* Guys, care to explain what I just saw?
  • Peter and MJ: ...
  • MJ: ...he said his lips were itchy so I scratched them...with my mouth.
  • Peter: *facepalms*

Lance / Keith / Pidge / Hunk / Shiro&Allura / Coran

“And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved / Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above”  Pompeii, Bastille

More dances from @wittyy-name and @wolfpainters fic Shut Up and Dance With Me! And right after their update, I’m so excited. I was finishing the colors for Anaconda!Keith while I was on the stream with them (which was a blast I’m so excited that I got the courage up to join them).

The videos for the dances are here, for Pompeii, and here, for Anaconda. Seriously, watch them they’re amazing!!! Pidge and Hunk are coming up next, along with Pidge and Lance dancing to Shakira! (I’m seriously having a blast can you tell?)

As promised bonus Keith dancing to Anaconda under the cut because I am nothing if not self indulgent:

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A Troy and Gabriella Love Story (Finn Wolfhard x Reader)

Okay so I think I deadass just got my favourite request ever, the rest of y'all can go home unless your @cxxl-gall who gave me this amazing request. I also listened to the music of all three high school musicals and eating McDonalds while writing this so I’m very happy.

Request: Are you taking requests bc if so could you do a Finn x reader based on the interview the boys did with Jimmy Fallon (on YouTube search the boys from stranger things are obsessed with high school musical) and basically instead of Finn doing the scream bit the reader and him reenact the scene where Gabriella stands up singing to Troy for motivation beginning of 3rd movie (the interview is the reader and the boys) and it’s all really funny stuff and cute and the boys end up making jokes to jimmy about them shopping the two and stuff lol

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Funniness, Jimmy Fallon. (Y/S/N) = Your Ship Name.

Words: 1000

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   “So, I heard that you all spent Halloween watching High School Musical, is that right?” Jimmy asked. You smiled brightly and nodded. “And whose idea was that?” You giggled as all four of the boys pointed to you.

   “Obviously it was Caleb’s idea.” You said, faking a straight face. Jimmy nodded with the same fake seriousness. 

   “Oh, obviously, (Y/N), I completely see that happening.” You both laughed as Caleb made a face at you. “But actually, I do have a video from your guys marathon that Finn sent me.” Your eyes widened at the mention of the video. You swung your head around to face the boys, nearly whipping Noah in the face with your hair. You looked Finn straight in the eyes.

   “You didn’t.” The boys laughed at you as Finn sat back, crossing his arms and smirking.

   “Oh, but I did.” Jimmy laughed at your interactions with Finn.

   “(Y/N), the people deserve to see that video, they need to hear you sing!” Jimmy exclaimed. It was turn to sit back and cover your face with your hands.

   “Christ, just play it already.” You said, moving your fingers so he could see your eyes.

   “Okay, here’s a video of (Y/N) (Y/N/N) singing and dancing to ‘Bet On It’ from High School Musical 2.” Jimmy said, before the clip showed up on the screen behind them.

    You laughed in embarrassment as you watched the video of you doing exactly that. At the end of the song, you fell to the ground panting, as the rest of the cast laughed and cheered for you. As the video turned off you looked over to the boys to see them in tears laughing. Jimmy had his down on his desk, hitting it with his hand. You pouted and put your head in your hands again.

   “Finn!” You shouted, looked over to see him unable to even sitting up straight, leaning against Caleb for support. You finally joined the laughter at the thought of international television having seen that video.

   “Okay, okay, let’s calm down.” Jimmy said, holding his hands up. The boys finally sat up straight again, but Finn began laughing again as you looked at him with an angry face.

   “I’m sorry, (Y/N/N)!” He exclaimed between laughs. You sighed, shaking your head.

   “Boys.” You said, looking to Jimmy, who was still laughing. “Jesus, it’s not that funny! Is this the only thing that you’re going to talk to us Jimmy? I’m beginning to think Finn was seriously asking you if you could host last year!” You exclaimed. You smirked as you heard the audience go “Ooh!”. 

   “Okay, for real. But (Y/N), you really can sing!” Jimmy said. You shook your head.

   “No, Jimmy, I’m pretty average. I’m nothing compared to Vanessa Hudgens.” You said. 

   “Well, do you think that you could give us a snippet of one of the High School Musical songs?” Jimmy asked, handing you a mic, the audience cheering loudly. You nodded with an evil smirk.

   “Of course Jimmy. Could I get another microphone?” You said, looking to Finn with you same smirk. “I think we should get Finn to help me, right guys?” You asked the boys. They began laughing and nodded, as you took the other microphone and handed it to Finn, who sighed before getting up. 

   “Fine, what song?” He asked unhappily. You smiled.

   “How about the part where Gabriella gets up and starts singing to Troy in the beginning of the third movie?” You asked. Finn laughed. 

   “Fine, but you have to buy me a basketball.” He said as you sat down on the chair and he stood in the middle of the stage, pretending to be in the middle of a basketball game.

    “Okay, Roots, give us ‘Now or Never’!” Jimmy exclaimed. You prepared yourself, standing up dramatically at your que.

   “Troy!” You sang out, watching as Finn turned to you.

   “Right now I can hardly breathe.”

   “Oh, you can do it just know that I believe!” You started giggling, quickly composing yourself, Finn staying in character perfectly.

   “And that’s all I really need.” 

   “So come on!”

   “Make me strong, it’s time to turn up, game on!” You laughed as you ran over to join Finn on the main stage and bowed, the audience cheering loudly. You both jogged over to your seats, where Jimmy and the boys were clapping.

   “Wow! (Y/N), you hit that note perfectly!” Noah exclaimed. You smiled shyly as the others nodded.

   “She was just trying to impress Finn.” Gaten said, him and Caleb both making kissy faces at you. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

   “Or, could it be that you’re jealous that I can sing and you can’t?” You asked them. They both pretended to look seriously hurt at you, and Jimmy laughed.

   “No, but seriously Jimmy, those two are always flirting. They really need to cut the crap and get together.” Caleb said.

   “Oh yeah, the whole cast has a bet pool on when they’ll get together!” Noah exclaimed. You looked to him in shock.

   “You what!” The three nodded.

   “Oh yeah, everybody is in on it! Natalia, Joe, Dacre, Charlie, Sadie, Millie, Winona, David, everybody.” Gaten counted everyone off on his fingers. You crossed your arms.

   “Prove it.” You challenged. Noah shrugged, pulling out his phone. He clicked a number and you listened to it ring twice, before a British voice was heard.

   “Hey Noah!” Millie exclaimed. “What’s up?”

   “Quick question, what month did you bet on for the (Y/S/N) pool?” He asked her.

   “December 2017.” She said without a moment’s hesitation. Your jaw dropped as everyone laughed. “Why, did they get together?” She asked excitedly.

   “No, no, just wanted to know. Thanks Millie!” Noah said.

   “Okay, bye Noah!” Noah hung up and put his phone in his pocket. You looked to Finn, who was looking a bit lost.

   “Did you know about this?” You asked him. He shook his head.

   “Nope.” He said. 

   “Well, I ship it.” Jimmy said, before moving onto the next question.

The Science Teacher (Jared Kleinman HEADCANON)

ok but like imagine you’re an English teacher and jared is a science teacher at the same high school…
- you guys would highkey flirt in front of everyone before you two got together
- like he would always steal your chalk/white board markers
- he would always be wearing his lap coat because he’s probs a chemistry teacher

- your guys’ classrooms would be so different from each other’s
- like yours is filled with books, plants, and other home-y things
- and his is filled with lame science posters
- all of your students would ship you
- everyone would tease you guys like
- “I can’t seem to reach this,”
- “Maybe you should get Mr.Kleinman to help you?”
- and everyone would giggle
- there would be times where jared would just walk into your classroom while you’re in the middle of teaching and just stare
- “did you need something, Mr.Kleinman?”
- “Nope.”
- everyone in the class would laugh
- “Don’t you have a class you need to teach?”
- “oh it’s nothing, just grade 12 AP chem”
- during lunch hours he would chill in your classroom and you guys would watch funny YouTube videos or RIP vine compilations
- Halloween?! U guys always have matching costumes
- you two were the talk of the school
- who cares about the most popular guy in school??? the real talk was if you and Mr.Kleinman had lunch today
- when you guys started dating it was so obvious
- he would leave little messages on your board during your prep period
- and would always make the joke of “Mr.Kleinman will see you now”
- you guys are seriously the cutest. Ever.
- after dating for a while I definitely see him proposing to you at a school assembly or like getting your students involved somehow.

!!BONUS!!:

- Alana is a history teacher who everyone has a love/hate relationship with. Because she is an AMAZING teacher but gives out so much work it’s insane
- Zoe is the music teacher!!! She spends her lunch hours doing stuff with the glee club and the school band. She’s that teacher that everyone goes in and talks to when they are having a bad day. Everyone loves her.
- Evan is the Environmental Science teacher. He basically teaches everyone about trees and other things involving nature!! He loves it but everyone hates his class lol. He just rambles on about trees and doesn’t know when to stop.
- Connor is the art teacher that keeps a flask under his desk LMAO. He went to art school, failed at trying to make a living as an artist, so restored to teaching at high school. None of the other teachers like him but all the students do. They think his pessimism is “funny” and “relatable”.

Video Bootleg Guide

This is everything you need to know about The Release of new Video Boots, both before and after you get them, and information about how it all goes down for those who are confused about it, thus making them get very upset when a new one comes out and they can’t get it. A little understanding goes a long way.

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in denial but practically married

Originally posted by captivatesme

Admin: Sadie 

Words: 10,656 (holy moly that’s the most I’ve ever written)

Description: If he’s a photographer who gets hired constantly by the magazine company you work at, and you two are best friends, who’s to say there isn’t any hidden feelings?

Author’s Notes: How rude can Kyungsoo be? Wrecking my bias list with his stupid acting and beautiful vocals and his sarcastic tone and sass and fuck why does he have to do this to me. like seriously. i find myself so often watching random videos of things he did back in 2012 at 3 am so seriously why. hes not even my bias. 

“Okay guys let’s do that one more time, but this time, with more flowers!”

The producer’s voice rings loud and clear throughout the studio. Immediately, you jump into action, running to the models quickly and checking over their dresses quickly. The person in charge of the props takes the large box of petals and roses and heaves it up the ladder so he can throw the red petals over the model. 

The model’s dress is still immaculate, but a piece of her hair had escaped from the gracefully messy braid that was strewn across her shoulder. You immediately go to pin it back and then scramble off the set before the producer’s voice is heard again. 

“All right people that’s perfect!” he shouts. The photographers start flashing away, and you go to stand behind one of them to look over their shoulder to see the pictures. The pictures, of course, are gorgeous, turning out absolutely flawless. The angles are perfect, the models are stunning, and the photographer’s ass looks great in those jeans. 

Fuck. 

It was 100% percent normal for you to accidentally catch yourself staring at his ass. You mean, like it’s a nice ass, so you’re gonna appreciate it. Too bad that ass is attached to one of your closest friend’s body. 

That friend is Do Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo is a photographer. As a matter of fact, he’s a hell of a photographer. Back in high school he was a photography protege. Like seriously. In the middle of algebra class, if he was inspired enough, he would take out his camera and just start photographing random things, like the worksheets, his pencils, and occasionally that cute guy he saw across the room named Kai or Jongin or whatever. 

You didn’t go to high school with him, so how did you know all this about him? Well, he had told you over numerous nights of watching old movies, discussing new ideas to promote at both of your jobs, and just ordering take out so you two could talk about life and other random things. It had become kind of your thing. After you both got off work, which was typically at similar times, because your jobs depended on each other, it would be off to this small but really good cafe (no really–their chocolate chip muffins were literally made by an angel, not to mention their jujube bingsoo) near your buildings. There you two would chat and occasionally make fun of your crazy executives. 

It was a nice thing to do, especially after a day of shooting. Those photo shoots got intense sometimes. You worked for a magazine company, in the fashion department. Your job was to make sure the designer dresses and various other clothing styles were in perfect condition. Typically, you would be the one to formulate the outfits before submitting them to your superiors for approval. You would also analyze the outfits once they were used and write a column or a page describing the designer’s feelings towards that piece or what goes into rocking that piece. It wasn’t a hard job, and it paid well. It’s also where you met Kyungsoo when you first started three years ago. 

A water being tossed in your direction brings you out of your reverie. Sadly, you come out of your reverie a little too late and the bottle hits you in the face. 

“Shit! Sorry (Y/N). Wasn’t aiming at your face if you were wondering.”

You scowl and lean down to pick up the bottle. “Work on your aim there, penguin-man.”

Kyungsoo laughs and opens his own bottle of water to take a swig. Apparently, while you were off reminiscing, the producer called break. You graciously take a sip of your water before moving closer to Kyungsoo to punch him in the arm. 

“You seem spaced out today,” he says, grinning as he rubs his arm. “What have you been thinking about?”

You shrug. I was thinking about your lovely ass, buddy. “Taxes, work, how much water I drink a day, adult stuff.”

He lets out a chuckle, before setting his water down on a nearby table and looking over his camera, checking to see if the pictures were turning out as planned. Of course, you knew the pictures were flawless, as you had already checked them out previously, but a good photographer always double checks.

You come up behind him and rest your chin on his shoulder to look at his camera. He’s warm, as usual, and smells like coffee and peppermint, something you’ve grown quite fond of. He acknowledges you with a small smile on his heart shaped lips. 

“Oooo, I like that one,” you say, pointing to one as he scrolls through the pictures. He looks at you over his shoulder. 

“Didn’t you already look at them all?” he asks. 

“Yes, but these are the raw ones,” you say, stepping back and grinning. “These are the ones that you took on your own camera. It’s not the same as looking at them with a bunch of people.”

He gives you a strange look. “But they’re literally the same exact pictures.”

“Not to me.”

“Why in the world are you so fucking weird?”

“Maybe because I’m hanging out with you all the time. Weird people tend to flock together, you know?”

That gets him. He doubles over, laughing. You grin triumphantly. You’ve always found pride in making Kyungsoo laugh like that. Totally not because his laugh was one of the most gorgeous sounds you’ve ever heard. Totally not. 

After regaining his posture, with the smile still present on his face, he opens his mouth to say something (probably something really snarky) but the producer beats him to it. 

“Break time’s over! Let’s wrap this shoot up quickly!”

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Just as the producer wanted, the crew wrapped up the shooting not long after that break. You followed the models into the dressing room to help them properly and carefully take off the delicately designed dresses. You’re extra careful about that bit of lace near the buttons. 

As the models all make their way from the dressing room, bowing respectively, you zip up the last dress into it’s protective bag and take a deep breath. That shoot was a lot more mild than you expected, and for that you’re glad. Usually the shoots leave you drained from being around so many people and in need of recharging. Kyungsoo typically deals with the same curse of introverted-ness as you, so you two often try to recharge together, which completely goes against the idea of an introvert. 

Regardless of your introverted self, you find yourself craving more of Kyungsoo’s time, and wanting to be with him more often than naught. You’ve told some of your other friends this, and all they’ve said is stuff like, “You’re blind. Metaphorically and physically,” or “Why is it that when you need to recharge, you only want to hang out with–ohh…never mind,” or “He must be special to you or something. Introverts tend to group together I think.”

You groan in frustration. You really don’t know why you like Kyungsoo more than others. In truth, he just kind of snuck up on you. You both had been huddled in a corner at a company dinner, and with both of your bosses chatting together, talking about deals and such, you two had awkwardly scrolled through your phones until you saw a picture of Natsu on his phone and you couldn’t help but ask him about it. From that grew anime hangouts and then just casual hangouts. Over the three years you knew him, he became the closest person to you. Up until Kyungsoo, you’d never really had any super close friends, like ones that you know you couldn’t ever get tired around, no matter how much you loved them. 

A knock at the door makes you jump and realize that you were staring at yourself in the mirror for the past thirty seconds. 

“(Y/N)? You in here? Doesn’t matter I’m still coming in because I know you’re in here.”

The door knob turns and Kyungsoo’s face peeks around the corner of the opened door. A heart-shaped grin forms over his lips. “You ready to go? You took even longer than usual to pack up.”

You shake your head to get rid of the remnants of your thoughts. “I’m ready. How much longer did you have to wait? Five minutes? Thirty seconds?”

“You were like half an hour later than usual,” he says, coming fully into the room with his hands in his pockets. “I had to wait in the cold, freezing night for like ten minutes!”

“Kyungsoo, it’s five in the evening. The sun is still out. That, and the fact that it’s like 70 degrees outside.”

“I know that. Now, let’s go. I need my evening coffee.”

You quickly grab your satchel and double check to see if everything is in there before nodding and Kyungsoo and leaving the dressing room. 

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The cafe that you typically go to is quiet, which is strange, as people are typically just getting out of work at that time. But today, the cafe is practically empty, save for some college students huddled in a corner. You both order the same thing you’ve been ordering for the past six months and find your seat on the second floor of the cafe to wait. 

The seat that you two always sit at is always on the second floor, secluded from most people. It’s right next to the window, so you can scope out people and guess what they’re thinking in those moments. It’s become quite a routine for you. You could even call it therapeutic, in a way. It gets you out of your apartment after work and helps you stay involved in the world. Honestly, without Kyungsoo, you’d probably be back in your apartment, endlessly scrolling through Tumblr looking for decent fanfictions to read. 

It hits you as you sit down in your seat. Kyungsoo has taken up about 96% of your life and you’re left wondering how that happened. How did this awkward, introverted photographer with a secret love of anime and kittens who comes off as really rude at first glance manage to sneak his way into your life? How did such a person who likes plants and taking pictures of things he deems “elegant” become so close to you? Somehow, he manages to sneak his way into most of your thoughts. He manages to get you ready for the day. He manages to make sure that you eat healthy food and a nice home cooked meal once in a while. He has just taken up so much of your thoughts and you just wish it would all–

“(Y/N)? You still there?”

A hand waves across your face and you jump. You nod, still reevaluating everything that happened in your life up until this point in your mind. 

“You seem really spaced out today,” he says, a look of confusion spreading across his face. “There’s got to be something you’ve been overthinking about lately. Come on. Spill it, or I’m eating all the jujube bingsoo.”

You shrug. “If you don’t let me have some of that bingsoo, I swear I will never talk to you again, Kyungsoo.”

He grins. “Then tell me what’s got you all distracted lately.”

“Nothing!” you say, a bit more defensively this time. “Nothing is distracting me at all!”

Kyungsoo hums. “Oh I’ll definitely believe you. Totally. And I can stand that Chanyeol guy who works with you.”

“Chanyeol is a nice guy!”

“He’s too nice.”

You groan in frustration and open your mouth to say something, but the buzzer signifying your drinks and food are ready buzzes before you can say anything. 

“I’m gonna go and get the drinks,” you say, snatching up the buzzer from beneath Kyungsoo’s hand. “And you are not eating all of the bingsoo, I assure you that.”

You walk off to walk down the stairs and sigh. He knows you too well. He knows when your mind is wandering. The only problem is, he doesn’t know what it’s wandering to. Lately, it’s been wandering to Kyungsoo. You really have no idea why. It’s truly getting annoying. All your mind has been saying is, “Will Kyungsoo be there?” “I wonder what Kyungsoo is up to now.” “Has Kyungsoo eaten today?” and other various thoughts concerning Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo. That’s all it’s been. You’ve known this guy for three years, and yet just now he’s been in every thought you’ve had. 

You shake your head to rid yourself of thoughts of Kyungsoo as you pick up your bingsoo and tea. You assure yourself that it’s only because he’s been your friend for so long, that’s why he’s always in your mind. Yeah. He’s been your friend for a long time. That’s why. No other reason. Absolutely no other reason. 

You make your way back to your table, where Kyungsoo is staring out the window. The evening sun shining in through the window makes him absolutely glow, accentuating his cheekbones and the graceful curves of his lips. It’s truly stunning how he can be so beautiful. It’s also a bit weird because that beautiful man is you best friend. It’s totally normal to admire your best friend, right? You did admire his ass earlier during the shoot, but now that you think back on it, was because your eyes were fixated on a point and he just so happened to move into that exact spot, and you were just too lazy move your eyes. Simple as that. 

You make sure to keep the bingsoo close to you as you sit down, glaring suspiciously at your friend. He smirks at you and you growl. “Don’t fucking take my bingsoo from me.”

Kyungsoo holds his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. Just please tell me what’s been going through your mind.”

“Chanyeol!” You can’t stop the name from escaping your lips. He was the first person to come to mind that wasn’t Kyungsoo, so he was better than nothing. 

“What?”

“Chanyeol…he’s the one that I’ve been thinking about,” you say, taking a sip of you tea, only to find out that it’s scalding hot.

“That over sized man-child is what you’ve been thinking about?” Kyungsoo crosses his arms across his chest. “Chanyeol? Really? Why of all people him?”

You cough. “Well…he’s very nice to me…and he’s interested in getting to know me…plus he’s really tall and acts kinda like a puppy?”

Kyungsoo looks at you suspiciously. “You don’t sound very sure about that.”

“No, I guess I don’t,” you say, taking a bite of the bingsoo. The sweet taste of the red beans combined with the shaved ice and a piece of jujube explodes on your tongue and you almost moan at how good it tastes. 

He sighs in defeat. “I should probably stop while I’m ahead. I’ve gotten what I can out of you.”

You grin. “If only you could read my mind.”

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It’s 3 AM and you’re struggling to sleep. No matter what you do, you can’t stop evaluating everything about Kyungsoo and your relationship. This had never happened before. Evaluating your relationship with him means you’re evaluating your feelings for him. That’s scary. Feelings are scary. Especially if they’re anything but platonic for your best friend, who you most certainly do not want to scare away. 

You toss around in your bed, trying to get comfortable. Nothing really works. Sometimes, if you can’t sleep, you reach around to try to find Kyungsoo, but this wasn’t one of the nights that he stays over. Most of the time, you find yourself staying over at Kyungsoo’s or sometimes you find him staying over at yours. It’s quite comforting, in a way. He’s very warm and quite comfy, like a nice pillow. 

You sigh. Kyungsoo is just someone that’s so special to you that you don’t ever want to let go. He helps you out of your shell. He spends hours of his life with you. He cooks for you. He helps clean your apartment with you. He often sleeps over with you. He argues with you if you are ever tempted to adopt a dog even though your apartment building doesn’t allow pets. He makes sure you get home on time. He makes sure you’re awake and caffeinated for the day. He listens to you if you need someone to talk to. He appreciates your talents and encourages them. 

This isn’t fair. Why are you the one who has to reevaluate an entire relationship at 3 AM? Why can’t Kyungsoo be the one who’s up all night thinking about everything you did with him? Why does it have to be you?

Kyungsoo is just so…so…different from anyone you’ve ever met. Your friends say that you two are practically married at this point. Whenever they say that, you two always laugh it off, but something in your heart feels strange whenever they mention it. Maybe they’re right. Maybe you two are almost like a married couple. 

You groan in frustration. Kyungsoo is an amazing person. He’s a gentleman, kind and respectful. He knows when to be professional and he knows when to be silly. He seems so rude and cut off from the world at first, but then you get to know him, and he’s this giant fluff ball with penguin boxers and a lot of sass. He’s so particular. So very very particular. With his minimalist art he has lined up on his walls, those cat slippers he got for you because he knows how much you like cats, and his amazing chef skills, he’s almost too good to be true. 

Besides being a sweetheart and kind to literally everyone he meets, he’s also physically stunning. Absolutely stunning. With his heart shaped lips and well defined arms, he’s stunning. You’ve seen the way your co-workers have eyed him and remember the way that made you feel. It made you feel all yucky and annoyed all of a sudden. They would take one glance at him and just start giggling. It was even worse at restaurants. If the waitress or waiter was interested, they would flirt with him, and that happened quite often. It wasn’t like you’d get jealous or anything. It’s not like you love him. Right?

Fuck. 

You’re totally, head-over-heals in love with your best friend. You slap your hand across your face and groan again, but this time louder. It’s not like you can help it. This is the first time you’ve come to terms with your feelings for him and you don’t like it. Not one bit. 

__________

The next morning scares you and you don’t want to get out of bed. Getting out of bed means having to see Kyungsoo. And having to see Kyungsoo means that you’ll have to face the reality of your newly discovered feelings. That doesn’t sound very appealing to you. So instead of facing your feelings head on, you decide to run from them. 

You end up calling in sick that day. Which is technically not a lie, as your stomach feels queasy and your head is kind of pounding. That and you hadn’t taken a sick day for the past five months, so might as well now. Thankfully there aren’t any big shoots to do today, as the big one was yesterday. Today would have just consisted of going through the photos and deciding which ones would work best in the magazine. Being the person who contacts designers and formulates the outfits you weren’t really needed anyway. Besides, you wouldn’t have to face Kyungsoo today anyway. 

Kyungsoo ends up texting you, asking if you’re alive, if you’ve eaten, whether or not you’ve taken any medicine, or drank anything today. Honestly, you don’t know how he knew you called in sick. He doesn’t even work at your building. Maybe he was there as the executives were choosing the photos. You’ll never really know. 

 You’re sick? why didn’t you tell me?

I dunno. I don’t even feel that bad. I guess I just kinda wanted a break or something.

did you eat anything today?

yea…some crackers and half a carrot

that’s not enough. 

i’m not even that hungry

regardless, I’m gonna bring you some soup

Dude you have your own job. Stay being responsible and do your job, you little shit

here I am, being an amazing best friend, bringing you soup when you’re sick and still under-appreciated. how rude of you. 

you’re at WORK now, penguin man. you don’t need to bring me soup. 

I’m bringing you soup. Did you drink anything today?

yes, mom, i drank some juice and water. 

why are you still sassy when you’re sick

I SAID IM NOT EVEN THAT SICK AND EVEN IN GENERAL IM NOT SASSY OMFG 

still. let me in when i get to your apartment. 

You throw your phone down onto your bed in frustration. All you really want to do is avoid Kyungsoo at all costs. And he’s not letting you even try to avoid him. Telling him that you just recently realized your feelings for him will absolutely ruin your friendship with him. You’re about 100% sure he doesn’t feel the same way about you. How could he anyway? The thought of him ever having feelings for you makes you laugh. Why would he like you? He’s so intricate and you’re just…well you’re just you. 

You decide to get up and wait in the living room for him. You plop yourself down onto your couch with your laptop and decide to watch an episode of Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. The beautiful Ahn Min Hyuk should help distract you from Kyungsoo and his adorable pout and cute lips and kind smile and good heart and fuck where were you going with this thought. 

Halfway through a particularly good episode, a knock sounds from your door. You sigh. There’s absolutely no way to avoid this, is there? Another knock sounds at your door, confirming that there is not one single way to avoid this. At all. 

You sluggishly make your way to the door and open it, to reveal Kyungsoo, with multiple grocery bags full of ingredients. 

“I wasn’t sure what type of soup you wanted, so I got lots of things.”

Damn him. Damn him and his thoughtfulness. 

“How is your boss okay with this?” you ask, opening the door wider for him to maneuver in with all those bags. 

He sets the bags down on your kitchen counter and begins unpacking the food. “He knows how close we are. He also thinks we’re secretly married.”

You pray hard that your face isn’t red.

“Damn, your face is really red. Just how sick are you?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. “I said already, I’m not really sick at all. You don’t need to make me any soup.”

He still doesn’t stop unloading the groceries. “I’m still making you soup. Besides, it was about time to restock your fridge.”

You sigh in defeat and sit on the counter next to the stove. “You don’t need to. I don’t need you to baby me.”

Kyungsoo smirks and a comfortable silence falls between you both. It’s moments like these where you’re going to struggle trying to keep these feelings to yourself. It’s not like you can help it. He’s just such…such boyfriend material, you know? Especially when he’s wearing that jean jacket and those ripped black jeans. And most specially when he’s preparing the vegetables for the soup. 

“So, you’ve been thinking about Chanyeol lately, huh?” Kyungsoo breaks the silence. He looks over at you expectantly. There’s something in his eyes that scares you. 

“I guess so,” you sigh. “He’s very tall and easy to notice. That and he works with you, so I get to see him a lot.”

“He asked about you today, you know.” He starts to slice the carrots. “As I was leaving, he asked if you were okay and if I would say hi to you for him.”

This surprises you. “Really? He did? That’s so sweet of him.” Thinking about all these boyfriend vibes you’re getting from Kyungsoo is making you wonder how long these feelings have been repressed for. Especially as you notice how this is exactly how you two usually act. Maybe you can date Chanyeol as a way to get your mind off of Kyungsoo. But then again, wouldn’t that technically be using Chanyeol? Maybe if you explained your situation to Chanyeol he would understand your predicament. 

A glare is shot your way. “I don’t like him,” he says, turning back to his carrots. 

“Why? He’s a nice guy and he brings me coffee every once and a while.”

“He does what now?”

“Brings me coffee,” you say. Why the hell is Kyungsoo getting all riled up? “Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No,” he says. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it. I just don’t really see him as someone you could be with.”

That catches you off guard. “Someone I could be with? Kyungsoo, he’s adorable and sweet plus he’s tall and got cute ears. I can see myself with him.” You say that to Kyungsoo, but somehow, it feels more like you’re saying it to yourself. Chanyeol is a great guy in all, but he’s not Kyungsoo. 

“Well, who am I to stop you then?” he replies shortly. “Date him if you want to. I’m not going to stop you.”

“Dummy,” you say, hopping off of the counter and going to steal a piece of carrot. “I don’t even know if he likes me or not.”

 “He told me he thinks you’re cute,” Kyungsoo says as he cuts a second piece of celery into small slices. 

Really? That was unexpected. Still, you hope that Chanyeol will be understanding of your problem when you tell him. Why of all people do you have to struggle with these stupid feelings for your best friend? Why?

“Then tomorrow I’ll get his number,” you declare, grinning. “If he thinks I’m cute then there’s a mutual attraction somewhere.”

“Yeah, I guess there is,” he says as he throws a pinch of salt into the soup pot.

_____________

The next day starts almost exactly the same way the previous one had. You don’t want to face Kyungsoo again and the world at all. But you know if you could face him for a few hours yesterday, then today shouldn’t be so bad. How people with unrequited love survive, you’ll never know. You guess you’ll find out. 

You drag yourself from your bed to get ready. Your apartment seems colder than usual now that you’re not in your warm bed, bundled in your sheets. Typically you’d keep the apartment a bit colder than a typical indoor temperature. It’s easier to put on clothing if you’re cold than to take off clothing if your hot. You dig through your closet to find something presentable and strip out of your pajamas to change. 

You make a quick breakfast of eggs and toast before grabbing your phone and wallet and leaving your apartment to take the bus to your work building. The ride isn’t very long, thankfully, and once you arrive, you rush into the building. You aren’t late at all, as a matter of fact you’re quite early, but just the thought of the possibility of running into Kyungsoo scares you. 

You successfully avoid seeing Kyungsoo on your way in, but the person standing at your desk confuses you. He’s facing away from you, but judging by the tall and lanky body, it’s probably Chanyeol. 

“Morning!” you cheerily quip as you make your way around your desk to set your things down. The tall man smiles back at you, and holds a cup of coffee out to you. His face is slightly dusted pink. 

“I-Kyungsoo told me tha-that you’re interested in getting to know me better,” he says, as you take the coffee from him and smile. 

“He did?” you say as you blow on the coffee to try to cool it down. “Well, he wouldn’t be wrong, per say…but I wanted to talk to you about something.”

His eyebrows raise. “You do? How about over coffee this evening then? After work? I mean, after all, we’re still reviewing the photos today so I usually get off at the same time as you.”

You nod in confirmation. “That’d be nice, sure.”

You know that the after work coffee runs are usually exclusively you and Kyungsoo, but today, you just still want to run from your feelings once again. Yesterday, Kyungsoo literally forced you to interact with him, being the giant sweetheart that he is, just so he could take care of you. Gah, why is he so sweet? 

Chanyeol leaves your desk after people begin coming into the well decorated office space the fashion team was assigned to and gives you a wave over his shoulder. Thankfully, you only have to write the rough draft of a column describing the dress and how it was worn. The writing part was never the easiest part of your job, but you still liked the way the words just flowed onto the document at sometimes. It made you feel better about your writing skills. 

According to the subscribers of the magazine, they quite liked and appreciated your input and facts about the outfits. Which was surprising to you, as you had never really thought that your facts and tips were all that special. But apparently they were. It always boosts your self esteem whenever you read a good review, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like you actually accomplished something good in your life. 

The day went by fast. Kyungsoo had texted you occasionally, sending sneaky pictures of Chanyeol and saying stupid things like

wow look at that hunk ammi right?

why him tho

just why

hey look there he goes

visiting his princess maybe?

stfu penguin 

btw im meeting with him after work, so today’s evening coffee run will have to be postponed one day

oh come on 

really?

yes, really

you’re ditching me for him? That’s not fair

buddy how is it not fair? 

ugh it doesn’t matter anymore. you better not bring him to our cafe tho

that’s OUR cafe

not his and urs

OURS

Soo, we don’t own that cafe it’s not technically ours

stop being so salty

i gtg finish this column. focus on ur pictures k buddy?

fine finish ur thingy

have fun

Why does he have to be like that? You really still don’t know after three years of friendship. 

“So, Chanyeol eh?”

You jump in your seat and turn around to see Jiwoo standing behind you. “What? No. No, not at all.”

She smirks. “But he totally gave you that coffee this morning. I saw him. And what’s that about you meeting up for coffee with him after work? I thought that was what you and Kyungsoo did though. You’re not cheating on him right?”

Your face turns bright red. “We aren’t dating!” you say defensively. 

Jiwoo lets out a laugh. “Oh, right sorry. I forgot you’re married.”

“We are not married!” You cross your arms over your chest. 

“Oh hush, you two are practically married at this point. I’m surprised you two haven’t moved in together yet.”

“That’s because we aren’t married!”

Another smirk forms over Jiwoo’s face. “Are you sure about that? You’re both obviously in love with each other. Like seriously. You make it so obvious. I walked past the meeting room and Kyungsoo was totally staring daggers at Chanyeol. He looked like he was really close to socking him in the mouth or something.”

“Kyungsoo always looks like that when Chanyeol’s around,” you say. “He hates him.”

Jiwoo hums. “Have you ever wondered why he hates him so much?”

“Maybe because he’s so much taller than him, and Kyungsoo has an inferiority complex?”

“Yeah, let’s just go with that until you two come to terms with your feelings.”

“I have come to terms,” you mumble under your breath. “And I don’t like it.”

Jiwoo hears you. She lets out a squeal and kneels down next to your chair. “Wait really?” She whispers. “Are you serious? Fucking finally, I thought I was gonna scream just watching you two not dating for real.”

You groan in frustration. “Don’t tell anyone, please, Jiwoo. I don’t want to love him, if I tell him how I really feel, I think he’ll get scared and awkward and then slowly get more distant from me and then I’ll be left single for the rest of my life, with five cats, but then again, having five cats doesn’t seem too–”

“(Y/N).” Jiwoo interrupts your ranting. “Just stop overthinking it. He probably feels the same way as you.”

You scoff. “Oh really? Sure, yeah totally. Kyungsoo totally is in love with me just as much as I love him. Totally.”

Jiwoo rolls her eyes. “Ha ha, love the sarcasm. But seriously, the way he looks at you, it’s like you’re the night sky or some shit like that. Or maybe it’s like he’s looking at his camera or something. It’s adorable.”

You eye her. “I don’t think Kyungsoo loves his camera in a romantic way, Jiwoo.”

She shrugs as she stands up. “I dunno, honey. He loves that camera more than anything in the world. Except maybe you.”

With that she skips off giggling to herself, leaving you bright red in the face and a scowl. 

The day ends up going much quicker after that. You finish up the column and submit it for assessment, relieved that you got it done with time to spare. You decide to work on researching and trying to find contacts for new designers looking to put their names out there. 

You don’t even realize that it’s the end of the day until Chanyeol shows up in front of your desk, waiting for you expectantly. 

“You ready?” He asks. You nod and swing your backpack across your shoulder. Smiling at you, you both leave the building, giving a wave to your executives. 

Your phone buzzes, multiple times. Turns out Jiwoo was spying on Kyungsoo for you. Wonderful.

Kyungsoo’s sulking

like really he’s sulking and pouting like a baby

wow

he’s such trash for you

how is this possible. 

I think he’s scrolling through his photos of you

holy shit man

he’s trash

i s2g

you are married

face the facts man

I am with CHANYEOL u asshole leave me alone

You guys are married

have fun on ur attempt to make kyungie jealous

which is totally working btw

You can’t help but giggle as you slip your phone into your pocket. Chanyeol looks at you, a soft grin on his face. “Kyungsoo?”

Your head whips around to look at him. “No! It was Jiwoo, gosh, man.”

Chanyeol lets out a laugh. “Wow, quick to deny that, are we?”

You can feel your face getting a little warm. “Well, I don’t want to help feed the idea that Kyungsoo and I are secretly married, now do I?”

He laughs again. You arrive at a different cafe than the usual cafe you go to with Kyungsoo. It would feel a bit strange to bring someone that wasn’t Kyungsoo to that cafe. 

You both order, getting a chocolate muffin to split, an iced mocha for you, and a white chocolate mocha for Chanyeol. Once your drinks were ready, you found a seat near the window and sat down. 

Chanyeol takes a sip of his drink and immediately retracts from it, yelping. “Hot! Holy fuck, that’s hot.”

You laugh. “This is why I got an iced coffee, especially in this 70 degree weather we’re having.”

He sticks his burnt tongue out at you and blows on his coffee. “So, what did you want to talk to me about.”

You bite your lip. “Well, you see, I am in a bit of a predicament.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “How so?”

“Um,ikindasortarealizedthatilovekyungsooanddon’tknowhowtofacemyfeelingsandhim.”

“Mm hmm,” Chanyeol says, taking a sip of his coffee, but this time slower. “And how does that make you feel?”

You groan. “You have no idea what I just said, do you?”

He grins and shakes his head. “No clue. Mind slowing down a bit?”

You take a deep breath. “Okay, so I…I realized that I love Kyungsoo.”

Chanyeol’s grin just grows. “Finally. I had no idea how long I was going to have to wait for you two to discover your feelings for each other.”

This confuses you. “Wait, you’re not upset at all?”

“Why would I be upset about that?” He asks, taking a piece of the muffin and putting it in his mouth. 

“Well, I mean, um, Kyungsoo may have said that you said that you thought that I was cute…and I mean I thought that maybe you liked me…”

Chanyeol laughs again. “I only wanted to ever be your friend! Besides, if I ever even tried to make a move on you, Kyungsoo would kill me. I mean, if I tried to even talk to you while he’s in the same room, I’d probably die. He loves you a lot, but I can tell he’s in denial. He talk about you all the time, that’s why I wanted to get to know you.”

You take a sip of your coffee and shake your head. “It’s just really hard for me to believe people when they say that Kyungsoo loves me. I can’t believe anyone who says Kyungsoo loves me. It doesn’t seem possible at all.”

“Honey, Kyungsoo is in love with you.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Because it’s true, buddy.” Chanyeol sips his coffee. “If you hear more than one person say that, it’s probably true.”

You scoff. “Yeah, sure. It’s probably just a giant prank or something. How many people are in on this, dude?”

“Look, I’ll tell you what,” he says. “Let’s date.”

This catches you off guard. “Let’s what now?”

He sits back in his seat “Date. Let’s go on a few dates, but make it really obvious that we’re seeing each other.”

“….Why?”

“Kyungsoo is going to hate me so much after this-”

“He already hates you a lot.”

“But if it gets him to realize his damn feelings for you then so be it. It’s getting really annoying hearing him talk about how ‘(Y/N) did this yesterday’ and ‘(Y/N) tripped over a dog today.’ No offense.”

“None taken.”

He leans forward again, elbows on his knees. “So? Will you do it?”

You contemplate this. Maybe seeing Chanyeol would be a good way to get over Kyungsoo. Although Chanyeol just wants to “date” you for the sake of making Kyungsoo jealous (which you highly doubt will actually happen). This could help though. It’s better than telling Kyungsoo how you feel and risking losing your best friend.

You sigh. “Might as well.”

Chanyeol grins. “Let’s do this thing.”

___________________

Chanyeol’s plan is put into action the next day. You had exchanged numbers the previous day, and discussed the details over the night. The next day, you are to eat lunch with Chanyeol, possibly inviting Kyungsoo along if he so happened to be around (which he was most likely going to be). Chanyeol will be blatantly flirting and you’re pretty sure you’ll have to play along. You know this is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. Really, trying to possibly make Kyungsoo jealous? You? It was like trying to make a penguin jealous of a cat’s milk or something, it didn’t make sense nor did you think that would ever happen. 

Regardless, when lunch comes around the next day, you wave a brief goodbye to Jiwoo and the rest of the team and leave to find Chanyeol. You still don’t think it’s going to make any effect on Kyungsoo at all. It just seems so ridiculous to you.

You meet Chanyeol outside of your building. He’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and a sly smile on his face. You approach him cautiously. 

“What’s with the face?” you ask, worried that he did something stupid. Again. 

He scratches the back of his neck. “I invited Kyungsoo along with us.”

“Damnit.”

He shrugs. “We were going to invite him along if he was around anyway. I thought I should just do it.”

“And he said he would go to lunch with you?”

“I told him you were going and he immediately changed his mind. He literally growled at me. It was scary.”

You laugh and shake your head. “He’s weird.”

“Who’s weird?”

You swivel around to see Kyungsoo walking up to the both of you, a hard look on his face. Almost by instinct, your heart starts pounding and the butterflies in your tummy start running a marathon. 

“No one,” Chanyeol replies, grinning as he swings an arm across your shoulder casually. Kyungsoo scoffs. 

“Whatever,” he says, a sullen look taking over his face. “Let’s just eat. Where are we going?”

“I was going to let (Y/N) here pick out the place,” Chanyeol says, grinning down at you. You look up at him with wide eyes. 

“Me?” You ask, totally caught off guard. Chanyeol cheerily nods at you, and you glance over at Kyungsoo. He’s fiddling with the camera hanging from his neck and staring across the street at something. “Oh, well, how does Thai sound?”

Chanyeol grins. “Sure, love, whatever you feel like.”

“I thought you hated Thai?” Kyungsoo shoots at Chanyeol, his eyes staring daggers at him. 

“Well, I do,” he begins. “But if my lovely (Y/N) here wants it, then I’m perfectly fine with that.”

Your face turns bright red. 

Your (Y/N)?” Kyungsoo grumbles. “I didn’t realize that she belonged to anybody.”

Can these two please stop? Like really. It’s embarrassing. And kind of terrifying at the same time. Seriously, Kyungsoo looks like he’s been watching too much “How to Get Away With Murder,” and thinks that he can actually get away with it. 

Chanyeol only holds his hands up in surrender. “You’re right, you’re right. She’s not a possession. She’s an angel,” he says, and pinches your cheek. You push his hands away and shrink into yourself. 

“Stop that,” you mumble. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Yeah, you heard her,” Kyungsoo says scowling and adjusting his backpack. “Stop it.”

Chanyeol merely grabs your hand and turns you around. “Lead the way to the Thai, my angel.”

An annoyed grunt is heard from behind you and the butterflies only seem to fly faster.

The Thai place that you chose is absolutely amazing, one of your favourites, and you decide to get take out so you could just bring it back to your buildings. Thankfully, the restaurant isn’t too far from the building so you don’t have to walk far with the warm food. You also don’t have to wait very long to eat the wonderful smelling food. Your stomach grumbles as you walk alongside Kyungsoo, while Chanyeol runs ahead to pet some dogs.

“So…you and Chanyeol, huh?” Kyungsoo asks, almost hesitantly. 

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, him and me,” you say awkwardly. “He’s precious.”

“Precious, huh?” He murmurs. “You know how much I can’t stand him. I still don’t understand why you’re with him.”

“Well, I’m not technically with him,” you say. “We’re not an official couple. We just recently started hanging out more.”

“Still,” he mutters. “Ah, it doesn’t matter anyway. You see who you want to see. Just as long as they make you happy.”

On the inside, your heart feels heavy, but on the outside, you smile graciously at him. “Thanks, buddy. I think I will.”

Chanyeol comes leaping back to you and squeals as he takes your hand. “Holy shit those dogs were the cutest things I have ever seen in my life. They were so fluffy and soft and hyper and oh my god I love them.”

You giggle and hold his hand tighter. That does not go unnoticed by Kyungsoo and he looks away. “You’re adorable,” you say. 

Chanyeol grins down at you. “Awe, thanks love. You’re cute too.”

Another annoyed groan sounds from Kyungsoo. 

______________

About a week has passed since the awkward lunch with Kyungsoo. It’s Friday now, you and Chanyeol have met up at least ten times, each time consisting of Chanyeol insisting that his plan is working and Kyungsoo is totally jealous. 

“He literally refused to be in the same group as me when we went to a shoot!” He insists. “He typically just rolls his eyes and doesn’t argue, but this time he straight up refused. Didn’t even give a reason, just glared at me like he was plotting my murder.”

“Isn’t that what he usually does?”

“Yeah, but this time, he looked like he was really going into detail.”

It’s always the same thing. Him insisting that Kyungsoo is in love with you while you both share a chocolate muffin. It’s a change, but you still miss seeing Kyungsoo. You still see him of course, he comes over to yours every once in a while to watch some Ghibli films with you while eating take out, and you occasionally go over to his to get some cooking tips (he ends up cooking an entire meal for you, not that you’re complaining). It’s sweet, but the atmosphere feels different. A bit strained, contained in a way, like he’s not telling you something. Maybe he got a girlfriend? No, he probably would have told you that big of a detail. 

Chanyeol decides to bring you out to some fancy restaurant in order to fuel his plan. It’s this beautifully built, gorgeous restaurant that has like four dollar signs on Yelp or something. You really don’t know the purpose of going there (you also realize that you tend to not understand half of what’s going on anymore) but you decide to treat yourself to dressing up and going out with a good friend. So you agree. Chanyeol is ecstatic when you let him know and immediately asks what colour your dress will be so he can match his tie. You just give him a “I’m-so-done-with-you” look and move on. He only laughs. 

You’ve told Kyungsoo about the “date” with Chanyeol, and he insists to come over before you go so he can help you get ready. Reluctantly, you agree and he arrives about ten minutes later with some muffins. 

“I made muffins to send to my mom, but I made too many,” he says, holding them out to you. “So I decided I could give the rest to you.”

You hope you’re not blushing as you take the delicious smelling muffins and grin up at him. “Bless you, Soo, bless you.”

A heart-shaped smile grows over his face. 

He sits on your bed as you search through your closet for a dress appropriate for the occasion. You don’t really have a lot of choices, but you manage to narrow down your options to two of the nice dresses you have out of the three. 

“So…” Kyungsoo awkwardly begins. “Fancy date with Chanyeol…tonight. Where’s he taking you?”

You shrug and hold the two dresses up to him. “Some fancy place by the name of Danielle, I think. Red or black?”

“Black,” he says, looking at the two, and sighs. “I still think my cooking is better, just saying.”

You giggle. “I know, Soo, I know. Your cooking is the best I’ve yet to have. I doubt that this five star restaurant can top your marinated beef with asparagus.”

Kyungsoo grins triumphantly and you shoot a grin back at him before going into the bathroom to change. 

The dress is an off the shoulder number with flowing sleeves, kind of like medieval style, that goes down to your mid thigh. It’s a bit tight, hugging everything quite nicely, actually. You never really took a good look at it before now, but now that you’re actually looking at it on yourself in the mirror, you like what you see. You take a deep breath before going out of the bathroom to show Kyungsoo. 

“So? How does it look?” 

He turns around from looking at the photos on your wall and his mouth slightly drops open. You can feel your face turning red again. 

“Its…definitely on you,” he says. 

You roll your eyes. “Really, Soo, does it look okay?”

He hesitates before answering. “Yes, you look absolutely stunning.”

You nod and give him a gracious smile before getting a dark red choker to wear and your heels. You’d much rather be doing so much at this moment. You’d prefer to be helping Kyungsoo make something for dinner in your pajamas before settling down to watch a rerun of a drama. But if Chanyeol is going to literally go to such extreme lengths to get Kyungsoo to “confess” or whatever, you might as well go along with it. It’s kind of fun, you can’t lie, and hanging out with Chanyeol is always entertaining. 

You slip your heals on and lace the choker around your neck. Your hair has already been curled and pinned half up half down. It’s a nice look, you decide, and check the time. 7:26. Chanyeol should be here any minute to pick you up. You look over at Kyungsoo. He’s still looking at your pictures, and his eyes seem like they’re glued to this on photo of you and him. 

That photo was always your favourite. You two had gone to Jeju island that day, with Kyungsoo’s friend Jongdae. Jongdae had taken a candid picture of you two laughing at something a seagull had done. Kyungsoo had his arm slung around your shoulder, and you were smiling up at him, mid laugh. Just seeing that picture made you feel all warm and happy. Even before you realized your feelings, that picture always made you feel like that. Safe, warm, and a bit nostalgic of the past. 

You come up behind Kyungsoo and open your mouth to say something, but your phone buzzes, and you know that it’s probably Chanyeol telling you he’s here. Kyungsoo sighs, as though he knows what that buzz means too and tears his eyes away from the picture to look at you. 

You pick up your phone and grab your wallet, before confirming that yes, Chanyeol is here to pick you up. You both make your way to your door to grab your coat in case it gets cold tonight. Turning to face Kyungsoo, you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it.

“Make sure he treats you right,” Kyungsoo says, almost sadly. He looks a bit defeated and tired, now that you’re really looking at him. He seems like he hasn’t been getting enough sleep lately and just looks really down. Your heart feels compressed in your chest at the thought of him not feeling well lately. All you want to do is get him into bed, nice and warmly bundled up and make him some soup and tea. But you know at this time, you can’t do that. Chanyeol is waiting downstairs. So instead, you smile at him, feeling somewhat empty that you aren’t going to the restaurant with Kyungsoo. 

“I will,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder and nodding. “I’ll report it all to you tomorrow, okay?”

He nods, and opens the door for you. “Have fun, love.”

You nod in acknowledgement and smile again. “See you later, Soo.”

And with that you exit your apartment, feeling forlorn at ever being able to love Kyungsoo. 

___________

Kyungsoo watches from your doorway as you leave, his heart feeling heavy in his chest. Unlike you, who realized how you felt only about a week ago, Kyungsoo here has been keeping everything hidden and suppressed inside of him for about two and a half years. It hurt to see you with someone else, especially if that person was Chanyeol. He was always a bit jealous of Chanyeol. Who wouldn’t be? Chanyeol is tall, obviously attractive, with a charismatic personality and multi-talented. He’s everything Kyungsoo thinks he’s not. And now, he has you. 

He sighs and steps out of your apartment, closing the door behind him. He feels as though he’s officially lost you. He knows you’ll still be there, but only as a friend, and not as his partner for life. But that role has been taken by Chanyeol. 

Chanyeol. Why him? It still makes Kyungsoo angry (which might be spurred by the jealousy, but y’know) and he still doesn’t know why Chanyeol would ever go for you. Is he even really your type? You like cats, and Chanyeol likes dogs. There you go. Pure, scientific evidence why you two would be terrible together. It just wouldn’t work. Sure, Kyungsoo knows you also love dogs, but he knows for a fact that you’ve always wanted a cat. Kyungsoo groans. 

Why was he just sitting around and not trying to tell you how he feels? He knows all he’s done really is ask why you chose Chanyeol, but your responses were all vague and didn’t sound right to him. It all sounded like you were hiding something. Was Chanyeol somehow blackmailing you to go out with him? That bastard. 

He tries to think back to the restaurant you were going to. Danielle… sounds fancy, that’s for sure. He thinks he might as well go and check out this place for himself. He does, after all, have a cooking hobby, and checking out restaurants that are supposed to have good food is kind of part of that hobby. And what’s the harm in checking in on your date?

On the bus to the restaurant, Kyungsoo tries to convince himself that what he’s doing is totally normal. Best friends check in on each other’s dates all the time, right? It’s totally normal to not trust or like your best friend’s potential suitor, right? Completely normal to hate the idea of your best friend leaving you for someone else, right? Yeah, completely, 100% normal. 

The restaurant is certainly fancy, he admits when he gets there. It’s big, with about three stories. Tall windows line the edge of the building, giving passerby’s a perfect view directly into the elegant restaurant. And that’s exactly what it gives Kyungsoo. A perfect view of you and Chanyeol laughing together. 

He’s sat across from you, with your back to the window. You’re obviously laughing and having a nice time with Chanyeol as he cracks another joke. Kyungsoo’s heart starts cracking in his chest. So…so this is actually happening you’re actually with Chanyeol. He hates to admit it, you two make a beautiful couple. You’re both free-spirited and kind people. 

His heart officially shatters when he sees Chanyeol bring out a box, probably holding a ring or a necklace. He can’t watch it anymore. So he runs. He turns and runs away, not even knowing where his feet are taking him. He told himself he was just there to check out the cooking, but how could he even do that if you’re there with Chanyeol? Having a wonderful time, laughing and…and being in love. He was lying to himself. He didn’t go there to scope out the cooking. He went there to see if you were actually, truly serious. And after a week of thinking that it was impossible that you could ever consider Chanyeol as a potential suitor, he found himself wrong. That’s it. You and Chanyeol…that was actually happening. And Kyungsoo can’t do anything to ruin that. You’re happy with him. And if you’re happy, then he’s happy. 

Actually, no he’s not happy. He hates how he feels. Hating Chanyeol even more, feeling selfish for you, and despising himself even more. It sucks. 

He finds himself outside of your apartment with his phone out. He slides down the wall beside your door and pulls up Chanyeol’s number. The more he thought of you moving on, leaving Kyungsoo behind, marrying Chanyeol, having four children, with three dogs and living in the suburbs, far from Kyungsoo, the more angry he got. Chanyeol didn’t deserve you. You were too good for him, too pure. Chanyeol would never deserve you. 

In a spur of anger, Kyungsoo texts Chanyeol. 

Get your ass to work. There’s a problem with the photos and apparently you’re the only one who can fix them. And yes, they even called me in. Not my fault. 

Kyungsoo reads what he sent over and over again. A few seconds later, it was read. Fuck. Oh he fucked up. He totally fucked up. He ruined your date. All because of his damn conflicting feelings. Fuck. He knew he ruined your nice date. He ruined it he ruined it. You’re going to hate him now. Fuck, you’re going to totally hate him once you learn that the text was a lie. 

He groans and starts hitting his head on the wall. Oh, he totally fucked up. 

___________

Chanyeol’s phone buzzes and he looks at it. Then laughs. 

“What is it?” you ask, spearing a mushroom on your fork. 

He laughs again. “Our poor Kyungsoo just texted me, saying there was an emergency with the photos at work. He told me to ‘get my ass to work.’”

“Well then?” You inquire. “Aren’t you gonna go?”

Chanyeol looks at you. “Honey, there is most certainly no emergency at work. We had already submitted the pictures today, I think. Kyungsoo’s just being a little jealous shit, that’s all.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure, buddy. I still think you should go just in case, though. What if he wasn’t kidding?”

“I’m fairly certain he just wants to get me away from you,” Chanyeol says. “But if you insist, I’ll actually go check. Do you need a ride back?”

“Nah,” you say, signaling for the check. “I think I’m good.”

“You sure?” He asks. “I thought it was supposed to rain tonight.”

“I think I can get home in time, before it starts pouring.”

Chanyeol shrugs. “Or, you could just call your prince charming and get him-”

“I can get home in time, Chanyeol,” you insist as the check arrives and you thank the waiter. “I’ll be fine. Just go.”

“Okay, fine,” he says and takes out his credit card. “But just saying this dinner’s on me.”

“Fine by me, bud.”

Chanyeol leaves after he gets his card back, saying something like, “Go get ‘em tiger,” or something cliche like that. You decide to finish your pasta before leaving. They make some damn good pasta here, so of course you’re going to finish every last bit of it. It’s got pesto that you love with sautéed mushrooms and grilled chicken. Damn, it’s some good stuff. Seriously. 

By the time you finish, you come to the conclusion that you were wrong. It is raining outside. And it seems like it’s raining hard. You groan in frustration. Of course it’s raining. You had thought that it would at least wait until you got home, but nope. Rain waits for no one. 

You end up taking a cab home, not wanting to go onto a bus in such fancy attire. Regardless, as you get out of the taxi, you get quite soaked, even in the few seconds that you’re outside. Your dress is quite soaked, and with the slight breeze and chill air conditioner inside, you’re getting cold quickly, so you try to make it to your apartment before you catch hypothermia or something. 

The elevator ride is awkward, especially when a businessman walks into the elevator with you, making you feel quite awkward with your soaking wet self and his tailored suit. When you get to your floor, you quickly exit the elevator and take off your heals to jog to your door. 

What’s sitting outside of your door though, that’s what surprises you. Kyungsoo is sitting outside your apartment, knees tucked up to his chest and his head resting on his arms on his knees. He looks like he’s been sleeping as you approach him, his eyes opening slightly too look at you. Immediately, he jumps up and swallows, blinking the sleep from his eyes. 

“You-you’re back,” he says, shaking his head to help wake him up. 

“I thought there was a problem at work?” you ask, moving around him to open your door. 

“You’re soaking wet!”

You glare at him as he follows you into your apartment. “Thanks for stating the obvious, buddy. But what about the emergency at work?”

His face turns red. “Well, that-that was not technically a–”

You spin around to look at him. “Are you telling me that I got soaking wet because there wasn’t actually an emergency? Come on, Kyungsoo. I was having a great time with him, why would you–”

“Because I want you to be having a great time with me, not him!”

Your heart stops. “Soo, I do have a great time with you, all the time, whenever I’m with you.”

“Then why are you with him then? Huh? If you’re always spending your time with him, how are you sure that you have a great time with me?”

You hesitate before responding. “Because Chanyeol likes me romantically not just platonically! I’m tired to being single! I actually want to date someone now, and Chanyeol is–”

“I want to date you too!” Kyungsoo exclaims. Your brain officially stops working. You open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it. “I want to date you. I want to be there for you. I want to be the one who you want to spend all your time with. I want to be able to hold you, and kiss you. I can love you romantically, I do love you romantically. I love you in every way possible, okay? I just want to be that person for you! I can be that person for you, so why are you with him? Tell me why please!” He looks serious. 

You can only stare at him, mouth gaping. “Are you–”

Kyungsoo groans in frustration, running his hands through his hair. “I just fucked everything up, didn’t I? Fuck, I’m so sorry. You’ll probably never want to see me again. God, I’m so sorry (Y/N). Please just forget I said anything. I’m so so sorry. I’ll leave now.”

“Don’t you fucking move, Do Kyungsoo.” Your voice is firm and he freezes. He’s already turned around away from you. There is no way in hell you’d ever think that he would be standing in front of you, telling you the words you thought were impossible. Obviously, you were wrong. He’s there, and he’s telling you those words. 

“You love me?” you ask tentatively. “Like you actually, really love me?”

Kyungsoo takes a deep breath before answering, still not facing you. “I do.”

A giant grin comes over your face, and you leap onto his back, kissing his cheek. He yelps in surprise, grabbing at your arms on instinct. You wrap your legs around his waist and hug him like a koala. 

“You’re fucking stupid,” you say. “I love you too, penguin-man. I love everything about you. I fucking love your cooking, and the fact that you have penguin boxers. I love how you make sure I’m okay when I’m sick and I love how you make sure I remember to eat. I just really fucking love you, okay?”

Kyungsoo laughs happily, turning his head to try to look at you. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m fucking serious, Soo!”

He stares into your eyes, his sparkling ones looking deep into your own. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod excitedly. Kyungsoo swoops in, placing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. He grins and you jump off of his back so he can kiss you again, properly this time. 

“I can still kiss you right,” he says, pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Yes, yes you can,” you say grinning, pulling him down for another kiss. 

A/N: So that’s that! I hope it was good, please let me know! I really want to know if it’s good or not. I literally spent like a week writing this thing, so that’s why it’s so long. Thanks for reading it, and please let me know what you guys think! I’ll try to write more often now, okay? Have a lovely day! 

-Sadie :)

Pranking Tom

Summary: She comes to visit her roommates, Tom and Haz in Montreal. Harry is there too and along with him, she and Haz prank Tom. It’s the perfect place - they’re surrounded by woods and who knows what lurks amongst those trees. 

Based on this gifset. Full video here

This is part of @spxderman-s and I’s collaborative Roommates Collection, which you can find in full on my masterlist page.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland x Harry Holland x Haz Osterfield (Tbh there’s a subtle love triangle situation between reader x tom x harry)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Swearing, that’s it really.

A/n: I recommend watching the video beforehand, or even just having a look at the gifset, just so you have a better understanding of the setting and scenario. Seriously tho, watch the video and imagine Tom as the guy being pranked in it, and it’s the funniest thing you’ll ever see, I promise. I die every time lmao 

Shout out to Effie for helping me write this <3  Hope you guys enjoy it, I’d love to know what you think!


She stood in front of the television with her hands on her hips and glared at the three boys lazing on the couch.

“Did you losers finish my Lucky Charms?”

“Can you move, please?” Harrison asked, completely disregarding her question.

“Why do you want Lucky Charms now? We just had dinner,” Tom queried.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I will have Lucky Charms whenever I damn well please, thank you very much,” she snapped.

“I’ll be your lucky charm, love,” Harry winked at her.

Before she could respond, Tom threw a cushion at his head.

“Shut up, Harry.”

“Ow.”

She watched the exchange, amused at Tom defending her, yet again. Harry had been hitting on her since she had arrived in Montreal. He was unfazed by the age gap, taking every opportunity to make a sly remark or throw a wink in her direction. For her part, sure, he was cute, and she was flattered, but he was still her roommate’s little brother – nothing was going to happen there. If she was being honest though, she was pretty sure he was doing it just to annoy his older sibling, anyway.

“Well, I’m going to go get a new box. Don’t even think about touching it this time,” she said icily.

“How are you going to get there? We need the car to go to the gym in a bit,” Harrison indicated himself and Tom.

“I’ll walk.”

“In the dark? By yourself?” Tom sat up, concerned.

“Hey, lucky charm,” she looked at the youngest boy, “Want to come with me?”

A grin spread across his face when he realised she had chosen him over his brother.

“Sure, darling. I’ll protect you from the monsters in the dark.”

She turned back to Tom.

“Happy?”

He simply rolled his eyes.

I would have bought you Lucky Charms on the way home,” he muttered under his breath. She didn’t hear him.

“Drive safe, boys. See you later,” she pulled on her coat and waved her hand at them.

“Later, Haz. Later, bro,” Harry smirked at him as he placed a hand on her back and guided her out the door.

The two of them walked down the driveway and a little further down the dirt road. They stopped at a seemingly random bush where Harry crouched down. He pushed aside the branches to reveal a backpack.

“Here,” he handed it to her.

She unzipped it and pulled out two white gowns and two black wigs.

“This is going to be hilarious!”

Harry turned his torch on. They shed their jackets and pulled the dresses over their heads. It was quite cold, so they had opted to keep their jeans and shirts on underneath. Next, she took her wig and roughly combed the long straight strands with her fingers. She placed it on her head, the fake hair hanging in front of her face instead of at the back. Parting the wig so she could see, she helped Harry tug his on the same way she had. They were identical, in loose fitting, floor-length, white gowns and black hair hiding their faces. The only difference was that Harry stood a couple of inches taller than her.

“You look hot,” he teased.

“Not too bad yourself, lucky charm,” she reciprocated, the corners of her mouth quirking up.

“Do you think we’ll scare him?” she asked.

“Definitely, Tom is going to shit his pants.”

She giggled, envisioning his face.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Harry yanked on his jacket.

“Here, take mine too,” she handed him hers, “I don’t want you to catch hypothermia or anything. I’m going to be inside the car, so I won’t be as cold.”

“Thanks,” he smiled gratefully, taking on a bulky figure as he put her coat on as well. It was a tight fit, but he was warmer now.

“Are you sure you’re okay to walk through the woods by yourself? I can come with you, if you’d like,” she offered, worrying about the younger boy wandering through the woods alone in the dark.

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured, squeezing her shoulder.

“We can take a romantic stroll through the woods another night,” he flashed a cheeky grin.

“Oh, shut up,” she lightly shoved him in the chest.

Laughing, he picked up the backpack and started in the direction of the woods.

She watched him walk him into the foliage, shrouded in darkness and shadows. It wasn’t a clear night; the moon was full, yet hidden behind clouds. She continued to track the beam of his flashlight until it was no longer visible. She shivered, the chilly air seeping into her skin. She folded her arms to ward off the cold and aimed her torch in front of her. She slowly trudged along the lonely road, back towards the house they were staying at. She made sure nobody was around before quietly creeping up the driveway to the parked vehicle. Checking her surroundings once more, specifically the house, she turned off her torch and opened the back door, climbing inside. Earlier, Harrison had left the car unlocked.

She slowly shut the door, careful not to make any noise. Glad that she had been successful thus far, she crawled over the back seat and into the trunk. She took out her phone and messaged Harry.

Her: I’m in the car, where are you?

A minute later her phone lit up.

Harry: Almost there.

Her: Text me when you get there and I’ll let Haz know we’re ready.

She tried to find a comfortable position while she waited for his response. It was a confined space and she struggled to stretch her legs out. Finally giving in, she lay down on her side, tucking her knees into her chest. Soon after, she received a notification.

Harry: I’m here.

Her: I’ll tell Haz. Are you ok?

Harry: Yeah, I’m good. Bloody freezing though :/

Her: Just a little bit longer. It’s going to be so worth it when we scare Tom lol

Smiling at the thought, she messaged Harrison.

Her: Harry and I are ready.

Harrison: Ok, we’re leaving soon.

Harrison: Make sure you’re hidden.

Ten minutes later, when she was beginning to squirm to prevent pins and needles, she heard the front door close. Stilling immediately, she strained her ears. Haz and Tom were chatting as they walked towards the car. The muffled voices came closer and she curled up tight, holding her breath. The car doors opened and bags were thrown in. They both got in the car and Harrison started the engine. She sighed with relief. Undetected.

Her: We’re leaving the house now, get ready.

Harry: Ok.

She locked her phone and slipped it into her back pocket. She settled in, Harry was up first.

She couldn’t see them, but the boys were quiet. She knew Harrison was probably mentally preparing for his role. The whole prank depended on his ability to sell the fear of the ‘monster in the woods’; having said that, Tom scared easily. A giggle almost escaped her lips as she thought about it. She clamped a hand over her mouth and prayed she hadn’t been caught. Neither of the boys said a word. She was fine.

They had been driving for a short distance now, and she guessed they were very close to Harry’s hiding spot.

Right on time, Harrison spoke up.

“I need to pee.”

“Just wait until we get to the gym.”

“No, I can’t wait that long.”

“Fine, hurry up.”

She smiled. This was it.

Harrison pulled the car over and turned off the engine. He exited the car and she heard Tom exhale. She didn’t dare peek a look, not willing to risk being caught. Instead, she tried to steady her breathing, the anticipation causing adrenalin to course through her blood. Very quietly, inch by inch, she repositioned herself. She checked the lock of the seat was undone so that she could quickly push it forward and pounce on Tom.

A moment passed before she heard the car door open. Haz jumped in, and she felt the whoosh of air as he pulled the door closed. She heard his pants and fearful stuttering.

“Wha – what the fuck? Shit, what the fuck was that?” he cried.

Tom seemed more confused than frightened.  

“Are you okay, dude? What’s wrong?”

“Fuck! Tom, there was something in the woods, I’m telling you.”

She was impressed; she could really hear the distress in his voice. He was doing brilliantly.

“What are you talking about? What was out there?” Tom was beginning to panic now.

She pressed her palm against her mouth to keep from laughing. She knew what was coming next.

Still swearing, Harrison turned the engine over and the headlights came on.

She could only imagine Harry standing in front of the car, lit up by the beam of the lights. He was only standing there, but it was enough.

Harrison’s performance reached new heights as he began shouting at the top of his lungs. She heard them shifting in their seats, jostling the entire vehicle.

“Shit! What the fuck is it? Oh my god, Tom! What the fuck? Shit! Fuck! Fuck!”

Tom had broken by now.

“What the fuck? What the fuck? What is that? Shit! Harrison, what the fuck?”

As they had rehearsed, Harry would now ‘disappear’ below the car, allowing her to make her big entrance. Although she couldn’t see him, she knew he had done his part because a shrill, high-pitched shriek filled the small space. It was Tom. She had to draw upon every ounce of will power  not to burst out laughing right then and there. Taking a deep breath, she got into character. She made sure her wig was on properly, covering her face.

“What the fuck? Where did it go?” Harrison yelled.

“Where the fuck is it? Where is it?” Tom screeched. That was her cue.

Shoving the seat down, she crawled forward, letting out an elongated, throaty groan. She was going to have a hoarse throat for the next two days but she didn’t care.  

Hearing her, Tom realised she was behind him. His face contorted into pure terror as he tried to simultaneously turn around and also move away from her. When she reached him, she wrapped her fingers around his neck. She moved her face right up to his ear, still making the strange noise, the tresses of her wig brushing against the side of his face. He struggled in her grasp and his hands came over hers, trying to free himself. He was wrestling within the confines of the seatbelt, his body cowering away from her. He was hyperventilating and his legs were kicking about. His eyes were bugged out and his mouth was open in a strangled scream.

Harrison was next to him, curse words falling from his mouth as he tried – poorly – to help push her away. Due to the awkward angle in which she had come at him, her grip on him wasn’t too firm. He managed to free himself, swinging his arm wildly at her face in an attempt to warn her off. He was flattened against the door, moving as far away from her as possible, breath erratic and sweating. He was leaning all the way towards the dashboard, knee up as protection. Her throat was feeling very dry now and she was relatively blind in the wig. She kept going though, patting her hands over his body to find his neck again, and sounding the horrific groan.

Then, amid their screams, Harrison began to laugh.

“Gotcha!”

With his break in character, she stopped too, sitting back and pulling off the wig. She began to laugh as well. Tom had his hand over his heart, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he tried to catch his breath. Understanding slowly dawned on him and she doubled over laughing, clutching her belly. Harrison slapped Tom on the back, eyes crinkled and an ear-splitting grin upon his face. Looking at her, they convulsed into giggles again. They high-fived, proud of themselves. She wiped away the tears streaming down her face. Tom’s breathing was still uneven and his face conveyed unease. He hadn’t moved from his position against the door and looked between the two of them defensively.

Suddenly, she remembered that Harry was still outside. She looked through the windshield but didn’t see him.

“Harry?” she yelled.

“Harry’s here too?” Tom asked incredulously. He had somewhat recovered and the indignation of being pranked was beginning to set in.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks, mate. We got you so good,” Harrison snickered.

“For fucks sake, you assholes,” Tom uttered, mad at himself for having being so oblivious.

“Where’s Harry?” Haz asked.

“Harry?” she yelled again, looking out all the windows. Still unable to find him, she opened the door and stepped out. The cold hit her like a ton of bricks as she ventured towards the trees, but there was no sign of him.

“Harry?” she called hesitantly. She peered into the darkness. Still nothing. She looked back at the boys in the car but they shrugged, not seeing him either.

With her back to the shrubbery, she didn’t notice Harry jumping out. He yelled, ‘Boo!” and grabbed her from behind. She let out a shriek, hands frantically trying to release herself from his clutches. As her mind rationalised the lack of threat, she began to breathe again. He hugged her to his chest, his deep laugh filling her ears.

“God damn it, Harry!” she chided. The warmth from his body comforted her, the tension leaving her limbs.

“You, div!” she scolded again, removing herself from his hold and glaring at him. He couldn’t even maintain eye contact, he was laughing so hard. Unable to help herself, she broke into a fit of giggles too. He had gotten her fair and square.

They collected the backpack and jackets and walked back to the car. They clambered in once the seat was pushed back up. The drive home was full of the pranksters reminiscing Tom’s reaction as he silently seethed. He was first out of the car, slamming the door on his way out. She quickly got out and caught up to him.

“Oh, come on, Tom,” she tried.

He ignored her, walking into the house and heading for his room. She followed him in and found him sitting on his bed, looking at his phone.

“Leave me alone.”

“Tommm,” she dragged his name out, kneeling beside him.

“It was just a joke, Tom. We were only having some fun,” she reasoned.

“Whatever.”

She poked his cheek.

“Come on, Tom, you know it was funny.”

She poked him again. And again. Poke. Poke.

He caught her finger in his fist.

Stop.”

“Fine.”

“Hey, what if we get Harry and Haz back? Just you and me?” she suggested.

At this, he finally looked at her.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” she asked hopefully. She didn’t like it when Tom was mad at her.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“Yay!” she cheered softly, so as not to be heard by the other two boys.

“Can you get out of that gown though? It’s creepy,” Tom shuddered.

“Harry thought I was hot,” she sneered, hopping off the bed.

“Harry’s an idiot.”

“Mmhm,” she murmured as she removed the gown. Dropping it to the floor in a heap, she sat beside Tom once more.

“Okay, so what kind of prank were you thinking?”


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Hi, here’s me trying to write Drarry

“au where harry james potter has a youtube channel in which he tells story times about himself and shit that happens with him and bam one day he and Draco Beauty Guru Malfoy collaborate: Harry tells a story time while Draco does his make up”- @saintdrarry

Harry James Potter started his youtube channel at the age of 18, when he moved out of the Dursley’s and into an old London mansion he inherited from his late godfather.

  • He goes to uni for European History (he wants to be a professor because he’s a neeeeerd) .
  • His first video- “Welcome to this Grim-old Place!”
  • Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny are constantly in his “daily” vlogs
    • Tbh he’s shit at being daily, it’s mainly when he can be bothered to go outside
  • He loves to walk around the city with his dogs, Hedwig (a Samoyed), and Padfoot (a Great Dane-also called a boarhound)
  • Often, they go to a small bookshop owned by Xenophilius Lovegood (who always lets animals in) and read for hours
  • He likes to put glasses on his dogs while the lay down and drool over “doggy books” (chew toys in the shape of books) and Instagram it
  • He likes to walk around the house and make up stories about the Blacks, and then ends them all by looking at the camera, very seriously, and saying, “Their ghosts will murder me in my sleep, I’m Sirius, goodnight.”

  • Often, though, he just makes videos at the end of the day telling about his life.
  • His best videos are the drunk ones at all the youtube parties-or the ones when he’s home alone
    • An excerpt from one such video, where he is sitting on a desk chair backwards-”you guys, i gotta be honest with you. Boys are hot as fucK
      • He fell off the chair during that last word
  • The channel gains popularity, and he has like 4 million subs by the time he turns 20
  • His most watched video (with like 15 mil views!!) is “My Coming Out Story
    • The Thumbnail is of him and Ginny sitting on his bed
    • The description is, “Hi im not gay. Im not straight. Im certainly not dating Ginny. Yes, I used to. No, I don’t have an s/o atm.
    • Luna pops up about 30 seconds in, kisses Ginny for 10 seconds while Harry very awkwardly looks at the camera, and then leaves with Ginny.
    • Newsflash: he’s bi af.
  • His second most watched video is about his mum and dad, and everyone cries watching it.
    • They died protecting him in an attempted robbery from a gang when he was very little
    • He also talks about Sirius and Remus
    • Sirius died by being killed by a gang member (after spending 12 years in prison for “being one”
    • Remus died from Cancer
  • Another video is where Luna, Ginny, and Hermione do his hair and choose his wardrobe for a daily vlog
    • He lost a bet
    • His hair is long, so Hermione puts it in a french braid and ties it up in a messy bun
    • They then spend a few minutes talking about how Hermione’s coarse hair has a different care process
    • Ginny chooses an orange button up shirt and faded dungarees for the outfit
    • Luna just elects to put glitter/stick-on jewels on Harry’s face because, she says, it will really pop on his dark skin
  • After that video they film a vlog in which they go to the London Zoo, which is quite near Grimmauld Place
  • Harry really likes the glitter, so he searched Youtube for makeup tutorials and found the one, the only, Draco Malfoy
  • While watching his videos, Harry always notices how clean his workspace was
    • Harry’s house was constantly a mess, but he always cleaned on Sundays-he really did!
  • Also, Malfoy was cold, hardly ever expressing emotion
  • He was brutally honest and loved a challenge
    • Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson (two other beauty gurus) often pop up in his videos
  • Malfoy has one video up about the racist comments he receives for his friends being, well, not white
    • He rants for 15 minutes about how real MUA’s should be able to do makeup on all people, not just white people
  • Apparently, Malfoy has his own line of makeup, called, of course, “Malfoy”
  • All of his videos were makeup related, but his other social media (what no, Harry didn’t stalk) shows his normal life-perfectly pristine and flawless in every way, with a hint of crude humor on Tumblr
  • He was never seen in public without a full face of makeup; his eyeliner could cut a bitch.
  • He didn’t have any pets, but his parents owned an estate with peacocks and horses
    • Draco had a Friesian called Atticus (After Atticus Finch, of course)
    • Anyways, Draco lives in London as well and goes to uni for English
  • One day, Harry emails Draco asking if he wants to collab.
    • This was after weeks of obsessing and multiple friends yelling at him to “just find the boy and snog him”
  • Technically, Ron and Hermione wrote and sent the email
  • When Draco reads it, his heart stops
    • Wow who knew that Draco had been low-key obsessed with Harry the whole time?
    • I did. I’m the author
    • Also, you did. This is a cliche and I am loVING IT
    • Anyways, back to the story.
  • He immediately calls Pansy and yells at her to go to his flat
    • They spend 20 minutes crafting the perfect respons
  • 3 days later, a bare-faced Draco Lucius Malfoy shows up on Harry James Potter’s front doorstep. 
  • He steps in, and Harry offers a cuppa
  • He accepts, and they talk for almost two hours before starting to film.
  • Draco sets up his makeup and hair stuff on a desk next to the camera, and has Harry sit down on a stool opposite his own
  • Harry decides he’s going to talk about his godson, Teddy, and tells Draco so
  • Draco just stares at Harry for about two minutes before bursting out laughing and informing Harry that Teddy is his cousin
  • Eventually, they start filming.
  • Draco decided a long time ago that Harry would be golden, and makes him up that way-from bright eyelids to shiny cheekbones
    • His lips were a matte brown nude with a shimmer on them
  • In the meantime, Harry chattered on about his bus ride with Teddy and how the kid’s hair was bright red, and it almost seemed pink in the sun
  • When they were done, Harry saw how he looked and gasped
    • “Don’t you dare cry, Potter, you’ll ruin everything”
  • After they turned off the camera, Harry worked up the courage to ask Draco out
  • Draco, of course, said yes, and kissed Harry softly on the mouth
    • “Oi, you’ll mess up my makeup” “The lipstick is special, it’s made to stay on. Anyways, I can always do it again.”

They then lived happily ever after goodnight.

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)


“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.

“Lance!”

“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”

“Um…okay.”

Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.

“Lance-”

“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”

“No-”

“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Anytime.”

The Day You Met Ethan Dolan

Summary: You were just trying to enjoy the new video as you wait for your Starbucks drinks. But what happens when you aren’t paying attention and you literally bump into Ethan Dolan.

Word Count: 1,021

Warnings: None.

A/N: I know I haven’t posted any writings in a while. I have a few request, I need to work on, & I’m finishing up part 5 of Twisted In Lies, so that will be posted for you guys soon! But I hope you guys enjoy this quick little imagine! Love you guys <3

Originally posted by dailydolantwins

“Sorry!” you said, bumping into the guy in front of you in the Starbucks line.

You were too busy on your phone watching the new video the Dolan Twins had just uploaded, that you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking. 

“It’s all good, don’t worry about it.” he replied, but you were to busy watching the video on your phone that you didn’t even look up at the person talking to you.

“So you’re a fan?” he asked, noticing the video you were watching on your phone.

“Oh my god! Yes, I love them!” you said, still not bothering to look up from your phone. 

Seriously, didn’t anyone ever teach you to make eye-contact with the person you’re talking to?

You were just standing there laughing away as Ethan was reading about how someone was feeding him nachos through the bleachers.

“So are you in Ethan’s lane or Grayson’s lane?” the guy asked again. Why the hell was this guy asking you about lanes? Did he know them or something? Was he a fan?

“Defiantly in Ethan’s lane! You know th-” you were about to ask him if he knew them, but you cut yourself off, once you finally looked up from your phone. 

Ethan Dolan was there standing right in front of you. Talking to you this whole time, and you didn’t even notice. 

How did you not recognize his voice? Wow talk about embarrassing.

“Oh. My. God!” you said, throwing your hand over your mouth totally surprised. 

Ethan smiled at your reaction, and one of his arms around your shoulder giving you a hug. His hugs were better than you imagined. Even though it was a side hug, he still squeezed you really tight.    

“I can’t believe you were standing in front of me, talking to me the whole time. Well this is embarrassing.” You said, running your hand through your hair. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, maybe I can talk about this experience in one of our future videos.” Ethan winked at you, and you felt your knees go weak.

You honestly had no idea how you weren’t freaking out right now. You always thought that you’d be crying if you ever met either of them. Now you’re just casually standing in line at Starbucks waiting on your drink as you were having a conversation with Ethan. On top of that you told him you were in Ethan’s lane. 

“Order for Ethan!” you heard the barista shout. 

Ethan walked over to pick up his drink, and walked back over to where you guys were standing. 

“Do you want to be on my snapchat?” he asked, pulling out his phone. 

“Yeah, sure!” you replied calmly, but on the inside you were screaming at the top of your lungs.

Ethan opened up the snapchat app. Switching it to the selfie camera, he held up his phone, and started recording.

“Met this cutie in Starbucks today. She said she was in Ethan’s lane!” he said smiling. 

“Let’s hope I don’t swerve.” you said into the camera, causing you both to laugh. You took some selfies with Ethan on your snapchat, and as you were about to take one last one, the barista called your name. 

He gave you a hug, and told you that he was great seeing you, before heading towards the door. You went to grab your caramel frappuccino, and headed out of Starbucks. You decided to post the pictures you took with Ethan on snapchat onto your Twitter. You tagged him in them, and added a caption.

@yourtwittername: When you’re too busy watching #TheDolanTwinsNewVideo on your phone, & you literally bump into @EthanDolan at Starbucks 💙 

You sent the tweet, and plugged up your phone to the aux and started driving home. Your phone went off a few times, indicating that you had some new notifications. You decided to ignored them, and check them whenever you got home, since you were only a few minutes from your apartment.

You finally got home, and changed into some comfy sweat pants, and a t-shirt. You placed your phone on the charger, and decided to take a little nap, not worrying about the notifications you received earlier. You figured it was just your friends texting, and snapping you because they saw that you met Ethan. As you were laying there slowly dozing off, you hear your phone continuously going off.

“I mean, did somebody die ooooor?” you said to yourself, reaching for your phone.

You grabbed your phone, and started scrolling through the notifications. Just like you figured it was a few texts, and snaps from your friends freaking out about you meeting Ethan. You noticed you had a few notifications on Twitter, so you decided to open up the Twitter app to check. It was just some fan accounts following you, liking, and retweeting your picture with Ethan. You were going through your likes to see who liked them, and you noticed that Ethan liked your picture. Your heart started racing, but you also knew that there was a bunch of fake accounts of the twins, so you clicked on his name to make sure it was actually him. 

A wide smile plastered across your face, once you realized it was actually him. He had the blue check next to his name, verifying that it was indeed the real Ethan Dolan. You were just about to close out of Twitter, when you noticed something else.

Ethan Dolan followed you on Twitter.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” you screamed at the top of the lungs in your empty apartment. 

Not only did you meet Ethan today, but he put you on his snapchat. Liked your picture on Twitter, and followed you. 

Could this day get any better? 

Your phone vibrated in your hand, and you looked down to see that the notification was from Twitter. You pulled down on the screen to see what it was, and you couldn’t believe it. 

@EthanDolan: Hope you haven’t swerved yet 😉💙

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there is a part of me only you get to see.

New thing I discovered earlier this week….lowering your iPhone’s brightness lower than the lowest brightness setting. Sometimes even the lowest brightness setting is too high, ya know?

So, here’s how ya do it…

Settings>>General>>Accessibility>>Zoom>>Turn on “Zoom”.

Now, use three fingers to triple tap the screen and a black box should show up

Select “Choose filter” and select “Low light”

BAM! your screen is now dimmer and it is easier on your eyes in the dark. 

To turn it back to “normal” three finger triple tap again then Choose filter > None

Seventeen when you’re only walking around in a oversized shirt.

S.Coups:
When you enter the room, he just silently stares at you and watches you walk past him, your butt exposing to the members underneath his thin shirt. He turns to the boys to see them looking at you with big eyes and shakes his head, laughing sarcastically at your behavior.

Jeonghan:
He is absolutely speechless when you enter the room and doesn’t know how to react. When he turns to the members, he sees Vernon looking at you and licking his lips at the sight in front of him, causing Jeonghan to smack him, hard before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room.

“Put on some clothes. They all look like lions circling their prey.”

Woozi:
The moment you leave his room with nothing but his shirt on and sit down on his lap, too tired to notice the other boys being there, their eyes were on your body immediately.

Woozi pulls down your shirt slightly so it is covering more than just your butt and shakes his head at the boys, wrapping his arms around your body. 
“I seriously hate you guys.” He whispers, giving them a death glare.

Joshua:
He’s so focused on watching Seungcheol play video games that it isn’t until you come closer, that he notices you only wearing his oversized shirt and black panties. 

He quickly looks over at Seungcheol to see him still looking at the screen and takes the blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping it around both your bodies. He tilts his head to the sight and smiles at you. “Should we go sleep in my room instead of in front of the other boys?”

Jun:
The performance unit is working on a new dance choreography till’ late into the night and you wake up to their laughter. All their eyes shoot up when the door to Jun’s bedroom opens and you step out into the living room, rubbing your eye and yawning. His shirt riding up your stomach.

Jun turns to see the members all smiling at each other before turning to him and nodding approvingly. He punches Hoshis’ arm slightly before rushing over to you and shielding your body with his, smiling at your adorable face. “Go and rest in my room. I’ll come join you in a second.”

Hoshi:
When your eyes lock, he gives you a dissaproving look, his insides burning by the other members loud gasps and stares at your body.

“YA!” He yells at them, their eyes quickly turning away from you. “Don’t you guys have any manners? Do you always go around staring at other boys’s girlfriends?” He asks, his voice raised at their behavior and takes off his jacket, holding it around your bottom and walking you into his bedroom.

Mingyu:
He was meant to come back to you after getting something to eat but got distracted by the other members and the show they were watching. You walk out into the living room, still groggy from your nap and sit down on his lap, placing your face in the crock of his neck, too tired to realize the other members.

Mingyu doesn’t know how to react and just stares at you in silence, feeling his cheeks blush with embarassment. He giggles slightly and picks you up, carrying you back into his room.

The8:
He watches you walk over to him in silence, your eyes still shut. You take a seat on his lap and groan into his neck, the other boys staring at you in disbelief. He tugs on your shirt to keep it low, holding your body close to his.

He taps your back gently and whispers into your ear “Jagiya…don’t you think you forgot anything…important?”

Wonwoo:
His eyes would immediately shoot up when he realizes that you’re still wearing only his oversized shirt and his eyes would wander over to the members, who are all either staring at you or awkwardly trying to avoid it.

When you sit down in his lap, he laughs gently, embarassed by you forgetting about your pyjama choices. “Y/N…let’s go back to my room and put on something better at first.” He says, patting your bottom.
He’s to embarrased to look at the boys before bringing you back into his room.

Seungkwan:
He gets annoyed by the members staring at your body, knowing how adorable they all think you are and starts hitting the members next to him before clicking his tongue and throwing a blanket over to you.

The hit wakes you up completely, making you aware of your surroundings and immediately feel the blood rushing into your cheeks. Seungkwan can’t help but laugh at your cute reaction. “Go back into the room. I’ll come back to you in a minute.” 

Dokyeom:
“Dokyeom…” Seungcheol hitting his side and mumbling his name, is enough to get Dokyeom to look at whatever they’re all staring at so concentrated and looks up to see you standing in the doorway, his oversized shirt covering your black panties.

He starts giggling at the sight in front of him and just stare at you, letting the members enjoy it for a little while before telling you to come over and wrapping a blanket around both your bodies, letting you sleep there next to him. He looks at the members with a death glare. “If one of you says something…you’re going.” He says, threatening.

Vernon:
He’s too perplex at first to even realize the other members staring at you as well and enjoys your body in his oversized shirt. Suddenly he snaps and realizes the boys around him and the pleasure it is probably giving them.

He runs over to you and tackles you to the ground, laying flat on top of you and looking down at you, smirking teasingly. “If we lay perfectly still, maybe they’ll declare us dead.”

Dino:
He’s playing video games against Seungkwan and doesn’t notice you entering the room, too tired to care about anyone in the room. “Y/N…” Seungcheol whispers under his breath, making Dino turn to him and noticing you walking over to the kitchen, seeing your bottom exposed under his shirt.

He quickly jumps up from his spot on the ground and follows you into the kitchen, feeling embarrased by you. He stops behind you and turns you around to see your eyes still half way shut and his heart would drop immediately. “This is…everyone can see, babe.” He explains, chuckling slightly.

Love, Youngmi~

Jealousy (Jimin)

As per Anon’s request! (Thank you again)

Angst
Wolf Au
3898 Words 

Summary: Jimin never asked for a mortal mate and as much as he loved her, he also found himself resenting every single gene in her body that made her human. 

Jealousy is a poisonous emotion that begins from the heart and courses through every vein filling every gap with bitterness. An emotion that was almost impossible to control and hide. It was also a curse bestowed upon Jimin for being the species that he was.

“Jimin we’re going for a run.” Hoseok said popping his head into Jimin’s room. Jimin was sprawled on his bed, his eyes closed, “Go ahead, I don’t feel like running.” He replied with a yawn. Hoseok expressed concern for the younger one’s health before leaving with the rest of the pack once Jimin reassured him that he was okay, just tired. With his acute hearing, he heard the leader make a comment about how it had been awhile since Jimin went for a run with them and the rest agreeing in unison. When he heard them all leave, he rolled onto his stomach and let out a long exhale. Every time they asked him to go he would use the same excuse: “I’m tired.” He could never tell them the real reason why he couldn’t join them. As of lately, Jimin loathed his wolf form and in order to go on these runs, the pack had to transform to release tension building inside the body. In fact, he would avoid any situation that required him to become what he really was. He hated what he was and for once, just one day, he wanted to be a human. He just wanted to be normal.

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“I’m so pretty” is not my message. If you follow me purely for my appearance and care more about my hair than who I am and what I have to say, I’m sorry but I just don’t value your presence in my life very much. I would rather have 20 followers who get me than 20 million who don’t.
And on that note I just wanna take this moment to show some appreciation to all the sweet people out there who have taken the time to watch our videos and have come to understand me to a degree and appreciate me for who I am. Sometimes I read you guys’ letters and I’m just blown away by how accurate some of them are. Like sometimes people are way off but I can say that some of you truly do get me, you get it. You see me, you hear what I have to say, you feel what I feel and you understand. You’ll never know how much that means to me. I’m seriously not here to glorify myself with some plastic image and induce a flood of compliments just to make myself feel hot every day. I don’t need that.
I wanna help people. I wanna make a difference in this world. I want to be the reason things get better for someone as many times as I can. I want to bring hope and joy and motivation and energy and laughter and inspiration to as many people’s lives as I can.
I’m not here to get approval from as many weird men on Instagram as possible. In fact I’d love if I could select the option where it removes that completely. But whatever, as long as I can continue to reach people with my words and my actions and my lifestyle, my comments will just have to take one for the team ahaha. Anyway I love you guys and to everyone who actually gets it, thank you. I truly wouldn’t be here without you and I’m so glad we can walk through this together and come out better because of each other. That’s what it’s all about.

Being an English Avenger (headcanon)

requested: “Helloooo! I’m here about the headcanon thingy. Could u maybe do one about Peter x a English avenger?? Thx love, I LAHVE ALL YOUR WRITING ITS BEEEYOOTIFUL 😍😍😍😍😍😍“

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Being an English Avenger:

- When Tony found out there was another superhero across the pond, he did his best to contact you and asked you to visit the Stark Tower in NY;
- He was seriously impressed of how good you were;
- But you need some training and a new costume;
- Ok but Peter would be so excited to meet you;
- He spent hours watching your videos on YouTube;
- We can also say that he had a small crush on you;
- Your costume was similar to his and covered half of your face;
- Peter almost fainted when he saw you without your mask;
- You were just so beautiful !!!! And you guys are also the same age;
- Peter shipped you two together;
- “OMG(Y/Superhero/N)IAMSPIDERMANANDIAMSOHAPPYTOWORKWITHYOUPLEASELETSBEFRIENDS”
- “Peter don’t scare her already” Tony rolled his eyes;
- Peter would looooove your British accent;
- He continuously asked you how do you say/pronounce some random words;
- Since you two are the younger, Tony asked you to train together;
- Captain would be the first one to notice that Peter had a crush on you;
- “Dude, ask her out!”
- “Ah ciehhcejrhebsjd NO WAY!”;
- Since you spent so much time together you started to like him as well;
- But you wanted to be professional and tried to restrain your feeling for the lil American dork;
- After two weeks, Peter invited you to visit NY;
- But to visit NY in a ‘Spider-Man way’ 😏;
- He showed you how he swung from a ceiling to another and you could watch every single area of the city from above;
- Every night Peter took you on the top of a skyscraper to watch the sunset together;
- He also invited you at his place;
- May loved you so much! And she asked to come more often for some ‘girl time’ together;
- Ned begged Peter to meet you because he was a super fan as well;
- Peter would be so jealous of Ned crushing you;
- When you were sad because you missed home, Peter started speaking with an English accent;
- You two would be an amazing duo;
- Everyone talked about you;
- One day you got injured during a training session and Peter would be super worried;
- Helping each other during fights and missions;
- Maybe you also attended his school?;
- Peter would be so excited;
- Spending each lesson laughing like crazy at the back of the class;
- Ok but let’s talk about serious business, now:
- HOMECOMING;
- Peter would ask Tony and Cap for help because he didn’t know how to ask you to go with him;
- “Just ask her before someone else does!”
- “Oh my god, she’s coming huhdjxjwhdj”;
- I can picture Peter trying to escape and Cap stopped him just with one hand;
- “Y/N, Peter has something to tell you?”;
- “HiY/NIwaswonderingifyiuwantedtocometohomecominwithme”;
- Smiling because you accepted;
- Peter could finally breathe again;
- Ok but he would ask Tony for advice and you’d go to May or Pepper for the dress?
- Or maybe ut would be something like 'say yes to the dress’ with the avenger squad;
- The day of the Homecoming finally arrived and Peter was amazed by how stunning you were with that dress;
- Dancing together to slow songs;
- “Y/N, I have something to tell you” he whispered while you were dancing;
- “Sure Peter”
- “I really li-”
- His words were interrupted by a phone call;
- “Damn, it’s Tony. It’s an emergency” you said “We really have to go. You can tell me later th-”
- Peter didn’t let you finish, he grabbed you by the wrist and the second later his lips were on yours;
- “I’ve been waiting for so long, you know?” you smiled at him “But now we really have to go”;
- Peter was like 😍 and he smiled all the time during the mission because he knew that once you finished he could kiss and cuddle you;