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Good morning people!

It’s been quite a while since i last woke up having this great feeling, yknow when you still have a handful of tasks to accomplish and yet somehow you’re just simply filled with joy. To you, who’s reading this, you will beat the hell out of your bad days and you will conquer every bit of what’s tearing you down. Maybe not right away, maybe not today or tomorrow. But the good thing is suffering produces perseverance and the battle is not ours alone, not ours anymore rather. There’s hope. Give it to Him who truly cares for you, the one who’s always been faithful even when we’re not. Remember that you are always loved and He is fighting for you.

Y’all have a beautiful day ahead! 

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“I can’t even say the word. Why can’t I say the word? I mean, why can’t I just say…? I mean, what is wrong? Why do I have to be so ashamed? I mean, why can’t I just say the truth? I mean, be who I am? I’m thirty-five years old, I’m so afraid to tell people…Susan, I’m gay.” – Ellen Morgan (@theellenshow) to Susan (@lauradern), “Ellen,” “The Puppy Episode,” April 30, 1997.
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On April 30, 1997, twenty years ago today and two weeks after Ellen DeGeneres publicly acknowledged her sexuality, Ellen Morgan, lead character of ABC’s “Ellen,” came out.
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After the first three seasons of “Ellen,” producers were frustrated with a lack of focus and Ellen’s lack of interest in the stereotypical sitcom relationship; one producer suggested Ellen just get a puppy to show the world that a relationship was not in the cards, hence “The Puppy Episode.”
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During the fourth season, as word of the coming out episode spread, a backlash started; a bomb threat came, DeGeneres’ safety was threatened, sponsors (including J.C. Penney and Wendy’s) pulled out, affiliates refused to run the episode, and right-wing conservatives hurled anti-gay slurs (Reverend Jerry Falwell, for example, hurled the infamous “Ellen Degenerate,” to which DeGeneres responded, “I’ve been getting that since the fourth grade”).
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And, even after “The Puppy Episode” drew forty-two million viewers and won two Emmys, a Peabody Award, and a GLAAD Media Award, ABC still prefaced each subsequent episode of "Ellen” with a parental advisory warning.
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The show was canceled after its fifth season.
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“It’s easy to forget now, when we’ve come so far,” President Barack Obama said when awarding DeGeneres the Presidential Medal of Freedom, “just how much courage was required for Ellen to come out…What an incredible burden that was to bear. To risk your career like that. People don’t do that very often.”
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There is no question that Ellen Morgan’s self-declaration marked a paradigm shift for queer representation in media. Never again would it be impossible to imagine a gay lead character, nor a supporting character that defied rigid stereotypes, in mainstream media. #lgbthistory #HavePrideInHistory #ThankYouEllen

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Why I Quit German

WARNINGS: This story is really gross and/or horrifying but also hilarious imho.  Your health always comes first, so mind the tags:  Violence, Cannibalism Mention, Suicidal Ideation, Feces, Sleep Deprivation, Airplanes, I generally had a really bad time but now it’s hysterical.  Most of the story is under the cut because it’s eight miles long.


In August of 2009 I flew back to Honolulu to do my sophomore year of college with the intention of entering 400-level german. What happened instead is the closest I’ve ever come to personally dying or actually murdering someone.

The problem started the day before my flight, when I attended a birthday party for a very dear cousin in Denver, and due to be in 1 of 2 adults present, ended up driving a bunch of teenagers home and didn’t get home until 12:30 that night.  Oh well, my flight’s at 6AM anyway, I’ll just stay up. I can sleep on the plane, I thought, like a complete fucking fool.

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The Domestic Garden Witch: Souper Recycling Ideas!

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Soup and Coffee Tins? Perfect!

So spring break is over and students all over the country are hunkering down for another quarter (or semester) of frantic studying, testing, and praying for sleep while pulling all-nighters. However, what’s likely also on the minds of these students is the need to have access to fresh ingredients on a budget. Well, college witches, search no more!

Chances are that in packing up some food for your dorm, you’ve also managed to amass a sizeable collection of soup cans and coffee tins. Whether your diet is exclusively cold Spaghetti-O’s and coffee or if you’ve just never gotten rid of the can from your sick day chicken noodle soup, these tin cans are useful as seed starters, herb planters, and rustic decoration.

Like any container garden, the process is simple. Carefully puncture a few drainage holes at the bottom of the can, provide a layer of gravel, add soil and seedlings/seeds, and water. But the fun is in what you can do to make these little DIY planters have a bit of personality! For that, we jump straight to some witchy talk!

How Can I Witch This?

I know, this container seems fairly self-explanatory. Sigils, symbols, runes and whatnot painted or drawn on the can to promote health and whatever else the plant corresponds to, and crystals added to the soil for the same reason. But I wanted to take a step back and consider the container itself for a moment.

In previous Domestic Garden Witch articles, I’ve focused on what you can do with the containers rather than what the containers might link to in witchcraft. In this case, I would like to change that. Tin cans, while inexpensive, are produced today not from tin (usually), but from aluminum or steel. Depending upon what the can stores, it could also be tin-plate steel. Regardless, these metals have some influence in what you can do on a magical level.

First, tin is a wonderful metal with a bit of history in witchcraft. In many traditions, it is most strongly associated with healing, prosperity, and money spells. Consider growing plants such as basil or rosemary in containers made with tin, allowing the metal to correspond with the uses of these herbs in your spells.

Aluminum is inexpensive, fairly plentiful these days, and actually does have a use in modern witchcraft despite its lack of historical magical attributes. Today, it can most often be associated with thriftiness, reflection, malleability, and travel. If you’re looking to work spells which encourage financial responsibility, or introspective thought, consider using aluminum cans with the appropriate plants and crystals.

Man has used steel quite a bit throughout history, and while we tend to have a stronger bond with iron (iron having been one of the first metals we’ve worked with, after copper and bronze), steel does have a few magical properties that have survived. Like iron, steel is most strongly associated with protection (so much so that in a few practices where metals are significant considerations, it’s acceptable to use an athame of steel in place of iron). If your tin can is actually made of steel, as many coffee cans are, consider growing plants such as rosemary or tomatoes (as starters) whose properties resonate quite strongly with iron and steel.

Not sure what your container is made of? Check to see if it’s magnetic. If it sticks, chances are that it is made of steel or has a high content of iron. If not, then it is most likely aluminum. Ultimately, however, you’re going to want to work with your gut feelings. If you don’t feel that your container brings anything to the magic, then don’t incorporate it into the spell, opting instead to just make use of the thriftiness of the idea. If you have a steel can but feel that it works best for love spells, then by all means grow that lavender in it!

May all your harvests be bountiful!
Blessed Be! )O(

“ENOUGH OF THE GAY STUFF”

Sent to my website email this morning - Subject: Enough Message: Enough of the gay stuff on Bright Sessions. Please we are begging you. Sent on: June 2, 2017.

So here we are, two days into PRIDE month. How’s everybody doing?

I’m going to start off by leaning into the mic and saying with full-throat clarity: “Fuck you…you fucking fuck”.

I am a gay man…and before that, I was a gay kid…a scared and angry kid who had so much internal homophobia brewing inside of him that he thought he might explode because nothing in the world was convincing him, or trying to convince him for that matter, that it was normal and okay to be who he really was. And I can tell you, when I was that scared kid, shows like The Bright Session were almost non-existent; and what a shame.

I would have cried from happiness if The Bright Sessions existed when I was a boy. Shows like The Fosters, Glee, Eye Witness, Riverdale, Shadowhunters…shows where I could see myself on the screen in a way all of my heterosexual friends could without question since birth. 

Today I turn on the radio…and 99.999% of the music is, narratively, written/produced with a straight audience in mind…and in some cases/genres it’s used to target and ridicule me and my sexuality.

I live in a world where gay men are being thrown off of rooftops and “exorcized” in Chechnya because they are seen as aberrations; less than…underserving of love and existence. I live in a world where in my own country, a venomous discriminatory fear-based movement validated by the election of their figurehead sent a resounding message that my rights are actually up for debate.

In a world where there is so little positive reflected back at me…so little out there saying that my truth and the stories that express my life and experiences on this earth are valid…in a world where I feel like every day and every breath is a stand to qualify my existence…In that world, I get a message that tells me “enough of the gay stuff”. 

So…to the person who sent this message, I feel sorry for you; I genuinely do…I truly, genuinely and absolutely do. How terrible your life must be, and how delicate your self-image must be to reach out and say something like that. At first look, the message is mean and evil…but then the shaky-ground of masculine fragility reveals itself, as it always does, and I pity you. 

This is Pride Month…It’s meant to celebrate the LGBT+ community and our allies by opening up to share the beauty and diversity of our lives with everyone. I am proud of who I am…and it took a damn long time to get here.

I can’t really speak for Lauren, our creator/show-runner, or the rest of the cast, but…we have a gay character, a bi character, a lesbian character and a “no labels at this time” character confirmed as canon in The Bright Sessions…and I’m here to tell you we will never “enough with the gay stuff”. We are here to celebrate the people and stories that matter to us…Caleb, Adam, Mark and Rose are my friends; these are the people I have in my life and I think you’d be lucky to know. So yeah, no…not “enough of the gay stuff”. 

*throws glitter in the air and walks off*

- Briggon 

Wanna One Kang Daniel Prince! AU (Part 4)

And here we go, the last part of the Prince AU! Get ready for a wall of text, this is about 50% longer than the other parts (oops). Anyway, this has been such a fun series to write. You can find links to other parts here: 1, 2, 3. Enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

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  • “(Y/N), do you like me?”
  • oh my god no nO NO non non ono noono nO NO NO what do i s ay oh myg od
  • “Uh, no I don’t, weirdo,” you nervously laughed, backing away from him, turning your face away from him so he couldn’t see the blush that was running to your cheeks
  • Daniel stood up, eyes curving playfully, his gaze boring into you
  • “Hmmm… I heard everything, though, (Y/N),” he walked closer and closer to you, you carefully backing up in response
  • What the hell does he think he’s doing right now oh my god
  • “What did you hear? You must be hearing things, I never said that I like you, you should get your ears checked out,” you replied, unable to meet his strong gaze
  • “There are different ways to say you like someone… and I heard,” Daniel began, poking your cheek, “someone here saying they wouldn’t mind marrying me… at all,” he finished, smirking
  • Suddenly, you had a sudden rush of confidence, standing up straight and looking Daniel right in the eye
  • “Well, last time I checked, “wouldn’t mind” doesn’t mean the same thing as “want to”, in fact all it means that I’m completely neutral about marrying you mister,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows at him, walking right past him to take a seat on the bed
  • You were too focused on stopPING YOUR OWN HEART from exploding out of your chest to notice Daniel’s quiet “oh” in response to your comeback
  • And Daniel was having problems of his own: for some reason, he was… disappointed by your response
  • Suddenly, he didn’t want to talk with you anymore or finish his homework/lesson with you, and silently walked to his own end of the bed, climbing under the comforter, resting his head on the pillow to face away from you
  • He honestly felt like punching something or slamming his body against the bed but willed himself to complete stillness, not wanting to communicate his feelings to you in any way
  • He didn’t realize how excited and happy and built up he had gotten when you had whispered to him, thinking he was asleep
  • And now he knew he shouldn’t be mad, but here he was, unable to talk to you for some reason
  • You were shaken up as well, on the opposite side of the bed, and climbed in without a word, confused as to why Daniel had suddenly stopped talking to you… was he angry?
  • You laid down there, unable to fall asleep for some reason sometimes sneaking glances at Daniel’s huge curled up body
  • You fell into sleep, emptily staring at him from afar, confused about what was happening
  • Daniel, on the other hand, was unable to rest and forget about the night’s previous events
  • He tossed and turned in the dimly-lit room, sometimes facing you, looking at your sleeping face
  • Why am I feeling like this… 
  • He silently raged at himself, never having felt this way before, before one clear and frightening thought entered his mind
  • I wanted her to like me.
  • That was it. That’s the entire explanation, and he still struggled to understand why he wanted that
  • Daniel fell asleep out of exhaustion, his last thoughts before he drifted off being a complete mess
  • zzzz good night you two
  • The next morning, you groggily opened your eyes, only to find yourself face to face with Daniel’s shirt
  • It took a couple seconds for you to process the position you were in: all snuggled up in Daniel’s chest, his arms holding you against him
  • oh my gOD WHAT HE WHAT IS HE DOING HOW DID THIS HAPPEN
  • You two slept in the same bed literally every night, and this had never once happened in all that time
  • Keep in mind the bed is huge, and you two are all the way shifted to one side, leaving the other side completely empty
  • Nevertheless, you couldn’t will yourself to move out of Daniel’s grasp, you wanting to stay in this position… for as long as possible
  • You didn’t make a move, and closed your eyes again
  • In your logic, you two were on your side of the bed, so whatever happened wasn’t because of you, so you just went with it
  • You had no idea that Daniel was also awake and pretending to be asleep LOL
  • He was equally shocked when he woke up; he had no idea how he ended up in this position over the night, but he found himself enjoying the feeling of your body warming him up
  • He hoped you wouldn’t feel his heart racing, your face right on his chest
  • And the both of you just laid there, trying to keep yourselves perfectly still, secretly appreciating the other’s presence as much as possible
  • Y’all dumb af lol
  • You two would have just laid there forever until you turned into corpses, if not for the intercom interrupting your peaceful silence
  • “Prince Kang, Miss (Y/L/N), please wash up and join the family for Lunch at noon.”
  • that dAMN security system… the Queen and King are probably watching us like we’re characters in a movie, deciding to “wake you up” now
  • You both twitched in shock from the noise, sitting up in the bed, eyes finally meeting one another (and you two were both pretty much wide awake by now lol)
  • “Oh- um hey,” Daniel greeted you, the first words he had spoken to you since last night
  • You cleared your throat, “hey, good morning”
  • It wasn’t every day you saw Daniel at a loss for words – he was quiet and you two just looked at each other before getting up, mutually agreeing to pretend like last night and this morning never happened…
  • …or so you thought.
  • You were on your way out of his room, mumbling that you would go wash up first, when you heard Daniel’s voice call out from behind you
  • “(Y/N).”
  • You stopped, and turned around, to come face to face with Daniel – when had he gotten so close?
  • You looked at him, not having time to say anything, when his bunny teeth poked out from between his lips
  • “You like me. You totally do.”
  • wait. what? where was this coming from…
  • This time, you had nothing to say to Daniel, and just blankly stared at him, waiting for an explanation
  • Daniel smugly smirked at you, before continuing
  • “Maybe you don’t realize it, but you totally like me, I just get this vibe from you,”
  • “What are you babbling, get ahold of yourself man” you said, kicking his leg and running away
  • You didn’t know what Daniel was trying to pull here, and honestly he wasn’t sure himself
  • He just wanted not to be awkward with you, and for things to go back to normal – and that meant teasing you, even if it was over something that wasn’t… confirmed
  • And maybe, he was hoping to himself that it was true, and telling you that you liked him made him take his mind off the fact that there was a possibility you didn’t, serving as a source of comfort for him
  • Over the next couple weeks, you could count on Daniel to catch literally any small action you did and turn it into a “you like me” thing
  • Every night he would set up a pillow barrier between you two, claiming that other night that you jumped him and he was trying to “protect” his “purity”
  • Even if your hand slightly touched him for one reason or another, he would get all on your case about that
  • “OH I CAUGHT YOU!!!” or “What can I do, I’m so charming, even you couldn’t resist me”
  • Sometimes he’d purposely set you up, asking if you wanted some of his drink, and when you agreed he’d tease you for sharing a drink with him
  • Most of the time you were just too done to respond to him, only managing an eye roll or glare
  • Ong and Jaehwan saw all of this happen, and would give Daniel the "really bro” look every time (just to go unnoticed by him)
  • To them, it was obvious that all this teasing was just a sign that he had a huge crush on you (which they had picked up a while ago)
  • They’d whisper about Daniel right in front of him lmao
  • “Daniel is good looking, but really bad at dating”
  • “I have no idea what he’s doing”
  • “What a freak”
  • “It’s funny how he claims (Y/N) likes him over the dumbest things but he can’t realize he likes her over the same teasing he does to her”
  • “That’s dumb Daniel for ya”
  • Daniel was really like a little kid, unable to figure himself out
  • He was the type to tell someone directly when he liked them, but he hadn’t seemed to have figured out his feelings for you… weirdo
  • So you were stuck with all this teasing, but you were in too deep in your own feelings for him that you didn’t even care at this point LOL
  • Everything was stuck in this strange limbo between friendship and dating until one day, when you were to take a multi-day trip to attend a competition for one of the clubs you were in at school
  • And of course, Daniel made this big deal about you going to miss him
  • “If you get too sad while I’m not there with you, feel free to call me or anything (Y/N), I’ll make sure my phone is always turned on for you, I wouldn’t want you to be sad on your trip,” he teased, poking your cheeks (he tended to do that a lot lol)
  • The line between joking and serious was completely blurred at this point, and for the time being you didn’t make an effort to clear it
  • “Sure thing, fella, I could say the same to you,”
  • You went on your trip, and on your end it was for the most part uneventful
  • After all, you were already self-aware of your emotions for him, and you had already come to terms with missing him for a few days
  • but the case wAS DIFFERENT FOR MR. KANG HERE
  • He had laughed at his own jokes over sending you off, but once you had left, he was an absolute mess
  • That afternoon at the coffeeshop, Daniel barely spoke a word to Ong and Jaehwan, and kept checking his phone and putting it back in his pocket over and over again
  • After a while, Daniel couldn’t take it anymore, and told Ong and Jaehwan that he had to leave
  • “I think I’m feeling sick, I have no idea why, my head hurts for some reason, I’m going to go home early today guys”
  • Jaehwan and Ong already knew that if they told Daniel he liked you, he would just deny it and tell them they were crazy
  • This one, he had to figure out on his own
  • Daniel couldn’t focus at all; when he arrived back at the palace, he had no idea what to do
  • For some reason, he couldn’t remember what he used to do after school before you lived with him
  • He tried playing computer games and eating food but couldn’t stop checking his phone
  • “She definitely misses me, why isn’t she texting?”
  • He even checked his temperature, trying to find the cause of the weird feeling that was taking over his body
  • He flopped on his bed, staring at his phone and flailing his limbs around because he’s strange
  • Daniel found himself mindlessly tapping his phone to almost call you multiple times before catching himself and stopping
  • But on one attempt, he failed to stop himself and the call went through, unbeknownst to him LOL
  • “Hello?” Your voice called out from the other line
  • wa w ahat (Y/N) how is she here what why is she on the call
  • He quickly came to the wrong conclusion, that you had finally called him, quickly getting cocky again
  • “Ah, (Y/N), looks like you finally caved in and called me, I know you couldn’t resist, you totally missed me, but what can I expect if you like me so much,” he cackled out
  • You were, obviously, extremely confused as to what was happening
  • “Daniel? I didn’t call you though,” you replied
  • “Yes you obviously did, Miss (Y/N)”
  • “Daniel. Literally check your phone, you’re the one who called me, if anything, according to your own logic, this means you are the one who misses me and you like me, idiot”
  • wait, what? Daniel checked his phone log, the outreaching arrow indicating that he was the one who had started the call, his eyes nearly popping out of his head when he saw the symbol
  • He sat there in silence, shocked, still on the call
  • “Daniel? Are you still there?” your voice reclaimed his attention
  • “yeah,” he responded, shocking you – in that one word, you heard softness and vulnerability
  • “Uh- are you okay? Did something happen?”
  • Without thinking, Daniel finally let loose the words that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for so long, shocking the both of you
  • “I think I like you, (Y/N).”
  • “What?”
  • Everything was becoming clear to Daniel – how had I not figured this out earlier? You’re literally such a fool, he thought, scolding himself
  • More confidently this time, he repeated himself
  • “(Y/N). I definitely like you. I miss you too.”
  • “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is happening now, Daniel I’m literally on a bus right now,” you quietly laughed into the phone, hoping the sounds of the bus were too loud for others to hear your conversation
  • Hearing your laugh made Daniel’s heart literally flutter, his feet kicking his bed in happiness
  • Everything was finally making sense, and that was in itself comforting
  • “Sorry I didn’t tell you before, (Y/N), I literally just figured it out. Like 30 seconds ago,” he giggled back at you
  • “You’re so dumb; this whole time you were the one making fun of me and telling me that I was the one who liked you, you fool”
  • “Well, I mean, you do, right? Like me?”
  • “No, I don’t, and now I’m going to tease you about liking me for months!” (you couldn’t hold back at this momentary revenge on him)
  • But Daniel felt his heart drop at your answer
  • “Wait, you don’t? But- but you always stare at me and joke with me and we’re just perfect together you have to like me!” Daniel cutely protested, and you completely gave in – you were a total sucker for him
  • “I’ve literally liked you since that holiday party months ago, don’t even I’ve deadass been waiting for a sign from you since forever” you replied, unintentionally confessing more than you had intended
  • “Wait what? Since the party? Oh my god, you’re SO into me, and I’m never going to forget it”
  • “Ugh I’m hanging up, I can’t believe I told you that,” you said angrily, but Daniel heard the smile in your voice
  • “Okay, we can continue this juicy information session later then, dumbo”
  • “I’M LEAVING BYE”
  • “Bye sweetheart”
  • “…never call me that again or I will end you”
  • “I thought you were leaving? Can’t seem to end the call with me? You really are in too deep girl”
  • “Shut up I’m going now” you hastily hung up
  • And the both of you just sat in your respective locations, with huge grins covering your faces
  • Not once could you two have a prolonged nice moment without turning to harass the other… but nevertheless, it felt so right
  • For the next couple days of that trip, you two called each other every night, but throughout the day solely communicated through those sticker emojis on the text message app (wtf)
  • When you returned to the palace after what seemed like the longest 4 days of both of your lives, Daniel was the first one to greet you, opening the doors of the palace himself, urging the servants to let him do it himself
  • You began to greet Daniel with a simple “hey”, but he immediately smothered you in a tight hug, making the servants giggle in shyness behind him
  • “Dan- dude I can’t breathe” you mustered out, your face smushed against his chest
  • All he did was laugh in response and drag you to his room, quickly closing the door behind him and holding you still in front of him, his hands cupping your shoulders
  • He looked like a complete puppy, happy and shy and excited at the same time
  • He still hadn’t said anything, and was still laughing, breathing heavily at the shameless running the both of you had just done
  • And just like that, you felt his lips on your forehead, there one second and gone the next
  • “Oh my gosh, that felt as good as I imagined,” he breathed out, sTILL LAUGHING LIKE HE WON’T STOP LAUGHING
  • You could only look at him, taken completely by surprise, rapidly blinking due to the closeness between the two of you
  • “Can I do it again?” Daniel asked, finally getting a hold of himself
  • “Like you asked the first time,” you muttered, feeling your heart dance as he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him
  • “Good point. Sorry about that. Can I do it again though?” he cockily asked
  • You snatched up some confidence you didn’t know you had, and pecked his lips in response, making the both of you pink
  • “Um- I couldn’t reach your forehead,” you sheepishly explained, leaving Daniel the one in shock this time
  • “Oh, sorry, I should’ve asked,” you apologized to Daniel, confused at what he was silently thinking
  • “No. It’s fine.” he rasped back at you, his eyes changing to something more… intense, before nodding at himself and simply embracing you in a hug, patting your hair with one of his hands
  • “I’m glad you’re back,” he mumbled into the top of your head
  • “I was only gone for a couple days, Dan”
  • “Still cmon you missed me too,” he prodded, slightly nudging your leg with his knee
  • “Yes I am aware”
  • “I mean, not like I had to ask, you’re the one who’s liked me since the holiday party, jeez”
  • You stepped away from him in response
  • “Oh, you wanna go there? Really? You’re the one who confessed over the phone after calling me and proceeding to claim that I was the one who called and missed you”
  • “HEY”
  • “HEY YOURSELF”
  • Welp, there goes that moment NICE ONE GUYS
  • And the two of you were all weird again, bickering as usual…
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way :’))
  • The both of you officially dated from then on, making the King and Queen very happy about the development
  • And yes, they did tell you to begin preparing for grandchildren after you two got married, making you two very embarrassed LOL
  • You two actually didn’t talk about marriage, but it was looming over your heads
  • Jaehwan and Ong were relieved that Daniel had finally figured himself out, and they complained to him about all the times he annoyed them over it LOL
  • You two actually went out alone sometimes now, but for the most part your relationship was the same as before… except for the occasional attempts at romance and… intimacy aHEM
  • Daniel would do the cringiest things, like say dumb pickup lines and help you put on your shoes, calling you “princess” (which makes sense)
  • You would be mesmerized or disgusted by these efforts, and frequently made fun of him, but you both just liked each other so much so it didn’t matter much LOL
  • The King and Queen absolutely adored the two of you, and were incredibly satisfied that their master plan had resulted in fruits of success
  • They caught you exchanging your first “love you”s and blushes and the Queen literally screamed jfc
  • (why Daniel said “love you” instead of “thank you” when you passed him the juice at dinner one day was still unknown to this day)
  • And slowly, over the course of weeks, the both of you drifted together before sleeping, getting closer and closer until one day you both just began falling asleep in the other’s arms, both of you extremely content
  • And one night, as you two were drifting off together, Daniel’s voice softly called out to you
  • “(Y/N).”
  • “Hmmm?” you groggily responded, about to fall asleep
  • “I already call you my princess, why don’t we just make it official?”
  • Suddenly, you were wide awake – did… did he just propose to me?
  • Like you two were already set to have an arranged marriage in the next year according to the parents, but why were these words making you so happy?
  • “W-what?” was all you managed to get out, a smile already forming on your lips
  • “(Y/N), you know what I mean. Let’s get married?”
  • You couldn’t hold back your excited squeal as you pulled yourself into Daniel’s warm chest, quickly nodding in response
  • A year ago, you couldn’t imagine being proposed to, in the middle of the night, cuddling with the nation’s literal Prince Kang Daniel, but here you were… and now this life seemed not only normal, but necessary
  • “Okay, sounds good. Good night Princess (Y/L/N),” Daniel whispered, as if he didn’t just propose to you a minute earlier… 
  • And you loved him for that.
  • “Night, Daniel.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Originally posted by fydaniel


A/N: Ahh I hope that ending was alright… guess I wanted to keep it a simple contrast to what happened right before that 😉 This part came out to be longer than the others, but I really wanted to finish it up this time. Hope you enjoyed!

I haven’t been updating as frequently as I am preparing for pre-college things, but I also don’t want to rush so that I can make sure to put out quality writings that I feel confident about. Hope that makes sense!

Thank you once again for all of the patience! I know many of you have been waiting for a while 💖

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!”

_________

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. 

________

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.”

_________________

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 :)

twentytwo // smut.

A;N: So, I want to give a ginormous shout out to my girl Mal aka @mf-despair-queen she gave me the idea for this fic and I kinda maybe got carried away. Also big ol thank you to @redstringlovers for being super supportive and constructive. I love you all and I hope you enjoy xox 

Pairing: AU.

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: 15,246 words. 

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“Thanks for flying all the way out here for my birthday Ads” You spoke into your low mein, your chopsticks pressing against your lips as your best friend laughed at the other end of your sofa. “You know I’d do anything for you! Especially take time off work.” You gave her a pointed look, your eyes rolling. “Did you actually take time off or did you just leave?” She shrugged her shoulders, her smile widening as she looked away. “Tomato, tomato. I hated that job anyway.” She laughed as you shook your head. “One-day Addie, you’re actually going to have a job that you stay in for more than 3 months.” You spoke, your mouth full of food. “Yeah and one day, you’re going to actually leave your house for any other reason other than work.” She joked as you sighed, stretching your legs out from underneath you as you turned towards her. “I mean I would, but Peter has me working all these weird hours. The middle of the night is not usual business hours unless you’re a hooker or a drug dealer.” You laughed, looking at Addie as she piled noodles onto her chopsticks messily. “Maybe he’s both? To me he sounds like a power-hungry psychopath.” You nodded your head. “Yeah, well he pays well enough, even if I have to sacrifice my actual birthday.” You shrugged your shoulders. “But didn’t you say his nephew bargained that you could get this weekend off at least?” You shot her a look, placing your takeout on the coffee table. “It’s not the weekend, it’s a Wednesday night and if I’m being honest, all I want to do is sleep. Even Derek couldn’t get through to him that I wanted a Friday off” You sighed, resting your head back against the couch.  

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Bad At Love

Summary: You both have failed in past relationships, and as the days go by you start to think that there is no such thing as love. Until 1 day you bump into each other and you start to repair one another, showing them that they know how to love.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - CONTAINS HINTS OF SMUT, DRUG USE MENTION

Word Count: 8051

Song: Bad At Love - Halsey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdYFuCp3m9k

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“And I understand that you’re all at the hardest parts in your lives right now.” The professor put the cap back onto the marker as he was done writing on the whiteboard. He walked over to his podium and placed both his hands on each side of the wooden stand. “I understand that once you graduate from here, from college, you want to find the perfect job, you want to settle down with your boyfriend or girlfriend, get married and have kids.” The students in that room were finally paying attention to his long given lecture. “But guys, you must understand that you might not find the perfect job right away, you might break up with your significant other, it’s okay to be single, it’s okay to find out who you are, it’s okay to be lost.”

“But remember, you fall in love with the people who make you love the person you are when you’re around them.”


Got a boy back home in Michigan

And it tastes like jack when I’m kissing him


A bang was sounded on the wall as your boyfriend pushed you against it. Ever since you left for college, you haven’t been able to see him as often. Being miles apart wasn’t easy on the two of you, but you somehow made it work.

His lips, all over yours as his hand fidgeted with the lock to the door next to him. His roommates who were well aware that they couldn’t come in anytime soon, stayed far away for awhile.

Your clothes leaving a trail to his bedroom, as the evening was filled with just you two.


So I told him that I never really liked his friends

Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again


Your laid your head on his chest as your fingers played with his and eventually folded down as you wrapped your hand around his, holding it tight. “I like this, just us two talking about anything and everything.” You whispered, as a sigh escaped his lips.

“I have to shower.” The blankets were lifted up over him, as you watched him leave the bed and flick on the bathroom light. You heard the water hit the shower floor, as you stood up from the bed, putting your clothes on yourself.

And when he came out of the bathroom, running a towel through his hair he was welcomed to you sitting on his bed scrolling through your phone. Not a word was said as he unlocked the door and within a second, in came 4 guys as they rushed to the TV and turned on the gaming console. A slight frown appeared on your face, wishing it was just the two of you for the rest of the night, but you can’t always get what you want.

The bed dipped as your boyfriend sat down and placed a hand on your knee. He kissed you softly, with a smile creeping onto his face. “Thanks for tonight babe.” Your head bobbed as he pulled a chair up to sit next to his friends, leaving you in the dust.

The suitcase you brought wasn’t even unpacked, and it only took you an hour after you scrolled through several social media websites to look over your shoulder and see your boyfriend not paying any attention to you. A weekend that it should have been just the two of you, he was only focused on his friends. He could never put you first.

Debates going on in your head, whether you should leave or not, the pros and cons of this situation, and when it was said and done, the cons outweighed the pros and it was your time to leave. You swung your feet over the bed and got up, walking over to the door to grab your suitcase.

“Where you going Y/N?” It wasn’t even your boyfriend asking you, it was one of his friends.

“I’m going back.” A quiet sigh came from your lips, as you turned around to not seeing any of them move. You weren’t welcomed here.

“Why’s that?” Your boyfriend finally said something, as his eyes were glued to the TV as he watched the basketball player he was controlling.

“You obviously don’t want me here.” You swung your jacket around you, putting your arms through the armholes and zipping it up.

“That’s not true!” It came out of his mouth so fake. He was trying to cover it up, but he failed miserably. “Babe come on, sit on my lap, watch me play.”

“No, just play with your friends.” The game stopped, it was paused. You watched as he stood up out of his seat, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Stop being like this.”

“Well stop putting your friends before me all the time and we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“Well stop being a bitch.” It was a stare down between the two of you, as his friends eyes were moving back and forth to you and him.

“Whatever.” You say as you opened the door. “I’m done with you.” And slammed it shut.

And so, this chapter ended in your life as an 18-year old college freshman. You realized the boy you were head over heels for, wasn’t ready for commitment, and just needed a consistent person to fuck. This kind of relationship wasn’t good for your health, and ending it was one of the best things you could have done.


There’s a guy that lives in a garden state

And he told me that we’d make it ‘til we graduate


“Happy two years beautiful!” A junior in college now, and your handsome boyfriend of now 2 years was walking into the restaurant he made reservations for while holding a bouquet of roses. You stood up to greet him, as you took the flowers from him, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Babe, you didn’t have to reserve spots for one of the fanciest restaurants in town. We are broke college kids!” He let out a chuckle, as he lifted the glass of water to his mouth taking a sip.

“Well I wanted nothing but the best for you.” He winked at you as the waiter came to your table, taking your orders.

The dinner went by lovingly, talking about your day, your friends, sharing laughs, and talking about your classes. The waiter came by again, taking your empty plates and pouring more wine into your glasses.

“I got something else for you.” Your boyfriend said, you almost spit out your wine when you saw him hold a black, small box in his hand. Your eyes went wide, you weren’t expecting this tonight, not a proposal. It was too soon. “I see that look on your face and it’s that nervous look you get like when you forget there was assignment due.” He showed you his crooked smile that you loved so much.

“Yeah I’m pretty fucking nervous, you’re about to propose.” A laugh came through that crooked smile, as he opened the box to show you an elegant yet simple ring.

“Babe, this here is a promise ring, not an engagement ring.” He grabbed your hand and slipped the ring on. “Trust me, if it were an engagement ring, it’d be a lot bigger.” Another wink as your face went red. “But this symbolizes that we’ll make it until we graduate and after that, it’ll be me and you against the world.”


So I told him that the music would be worth the wait

But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate


“You’ve been working on that for hours Y/N, why don’t you let it go for awhile and have some dinner.” Your boyfriend leaned against the door to your work room in the apartment that you two got last Summer. Grabbing your phone, it lit up to tell you the time. 7:04pm, it’s been 8 hours already.

You took your headphones off, and walked towards him with your hands in your pockets. You leaned against his chest, closing your eyes for a little bit as he ran his hands through your hair. “Come on, let’s eat.”

You sat at the kitchen table, eating everything you could. You skipped lunch, and the snacks in-between, you didn’t know how hungry you were until the food was placed right in front of you.

“How’s it going with the music today?” You shook your head at his question, grabbing a napkin to wipe away the crumbs that were gathered at the corners of your mouth.

“I can’t find the right beat I want, nothing I do sounds right today.”

“Well I bet it sounds good enough for you to stop for the night and watch a movie with me.” Another shake of your head to him.

“Can’t, I have to get this done, I’m sorry.” He set his silverware down, loud enough for you to look at him.

“It’s always the music Y/N.”

“It’s my major. What else do you want me to do? Switch?” You grabbed the glass of water and placed your lips on it to take a sip.

“Some days, yes.” It got silent in your small kitchen. You know becoming a music producer wasn’t the easiest job, you know that it’s hard, and you know the risk you’re taking if you don’t get noticed. But this is what you wanted to do with your life, your love for music turned into you wanting to make music.

“I’m not quitting.” You said in a stern voice. “This is what I love.”

“Well sometimes I question if you love it more than me.”

“This will be worth the wait though.” You told him so matter of factly.

“Will it though? Because you’ll be slaving your life away doing this all day, trying to get recognized and what if you don’t get recognized or big? What are you going to do then? I can’t just be the only one paying bills, and supporting us.”

“Don’t worry about it okay? This is my life, and I’m doing this because I love it.” You scooted out of your chair carrying your dishes to the sink. “Why don’t you want me to pursue this career all of a sudden?” He stood up behind you as he placed his dishes into the sink.

He shrugged his shoulder trying to think of what to say. “You’re just never around as often. Always focused on making a new beat. I just think that you should keep your options open.”

“Well if you don’t think this is what’s best for me then just leave. I can’t have you in my way as I’m doing something that I enjoy and love.” You marched past him and slammed the door shut to your work room.

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Night became day, you opened your eyes to have fallen asleep on sheets of paper with the computer in front of you still on the program you were using last night. Rubbing your eyes you walked out of the room to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, still awake.

“You’re awake.” You opened a cabinet to grab a coffee cup. Coffee will keep you awake this whole day as you got work to do.

“I’ve been thinking.” He sat up, his hands in-between his knees, his head hanging low. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” Your legs guided you over to his position on the couch. “If this is about what I said last night, I didn’t mean it. I was just tired, and these due dates are creeping up on me, and I’m stressed.”

“I know.” He let out a breath. “It’s just, I can’t keep doing this. I’m in the way, a distraction to you. I don’t see you as often, we don’t go out as often, you’re disappearing.” He shook his head. “I think this is for the best.”

And God, you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came from your lips the rest of the day as you watched your boyfriend of 3 years pack his belongings in 2 days and leave you to an empty apartment.

Another chapter ended in your life, and this one was done for you to focus on your career. As you analyzed the situation you were in, you saw that your boyfriend was never fond of the path you chose. You had to work hard to get a job under some company, it wasn’t guaranteed and he was nervous for you, wondering what would happen if you never got job and didn’t make a decent salary. He didn’t support your dreams, he wanted you to land a job that was secure. But right now, it’s about taking risks and letting him leave you was one of the biggest risks you took.


I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

That we’re meant to be


And looking back as you walked across that stage to receive your diploma, you didn’t feel a pain in your heart when you saw the two men sitting amongst the crowd. A history with both of them, you once knew them but now you don’t.

You could honestly say, that maybe you did believe you were meant to be with one of them. That maybe you were supposed to get married with one of them, but you had different plans. You were here for yourself, to graduate, get good grades, find an amazing job. And if someone that loves you, doesn’t support you, they don’t truly love you.


But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy

Get the best of me


The crowd swarmed just outside the building as families and friends gathered to see their recent college graduate, flashes going off on cameras, hugs were given, smiles were seen from each group. You were walking amongst the crowd when a hand tapped your shoulder and when you turned around you saw your last boyfriend. The one that promised you that you would make it until you graduate, and you didn’t.

“Congrats.” He flashed you a smile, as you replied, “Congrats to you too.” Awkwardness between you too was never a factor until now, when neither of you knew what to talk about.

“Are you ready for the real world?” You questioned him as you fiddled with the tassle on your gown.

“Yeah I think I am.” His gown was unzipped and he placed his hands in his pockets. “I landed a job at that insurance company just a half hour away from here. I start next week.” Shocked, your lips formed a straight line as you simply nodded your head. “What about you?”

“Uh, I’m still making beats, trying to get bigger recognition than what I’ve gotten.” He nodded his head, realizing that you really had no idea what you were going to do. He has a job lined up for him, while you’re still clueless.

As the silence came over the two of you again, a girl shouted his name and the both of you turned your heads. She ran up to him and jumped into his arms as she slung her hands around his neck and kissed his lips while he was supporting her. “I’m so proud of you!”

With that you ripped your cap off, and stormed away not wanting to associate with him ever again.


Look, I don’t mean to frustrate,

But I always make the same mistakes, yeah

Always make the same mistakes 'cause…


On what should have been the happiest day of your life, you couldn’t help but slide down your apartment door, with your face in your hands and sobs escaping your lips.

You couldn’t help but feel that you made a mistake. You couldn’t help but feel that your life isn’t as put together like the others who graduated. Where were you going with your life? What’s going to happen?

You were running for the end, but it was nowhere to be found.


I’m bad at love, ooh-ooh

But you can’t blame me for tryin’

You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’

You were the one, ooh-ooh


“Y/N?” In your drunken state of mind, two weeks after you graduated, you thought your best idea was to call up your ex and give him a piece of your mind.

“Yeah this is me.” Slurred words, and a dizzy mind he knew exactly what kind of state you were in.

“Are you drunk?”

“Yeah what are you gonna do about?” You scoffed.

“It’s literally 8 at night, and you’re hammered.” You could feel the frustration from his line of the phone radiating to you. “And why’d you call?”

“Because of you, dumbass,” you hiccupped and huffed in a good amount of air before you let it out to say, “You were the one.”

“I wasn’t the one Y/N.” He must have had enough with the conversation for he ended the call, and left you with a quivering lip and wiping off your makeup with the back of your hand. You couldn’t be mad at yourself, you were trying at least.


That could finally fix me

Lookin’ at my history

I’m bad at love


With the words that left your mouth, and the rejection he gave you, it was a sign for you to start fixing yourself. You don’t need him, it’s time to move on. Fix your heart, focus on yourself, and don’t fall in love again.


Got a girl with California eyes

And I thought that she could really be the one this time


“Wow.” Was all Yoongi could say as he stared at his girlfriend exiting the bathroom. Yoongi got off the couch to walk towards her and examine her outfit even more. A long black dress, with a little bit of a train, stunning jewelry, with her hair in a messy low bun. She will stop everyone dead in their tracks tonight. Yoongi put an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, their faces inches apart and lips grazing one another. “You are drop dead gorgeous, beautiful.” He closed the small gap between them with a hungry kiss, yet they had no time to spare because they were already late for their dinner party.

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[At the] National Press Club Luncheon in 1986, Baldwin was asked, “How would you assess the state of race relations today, how much change have you seen since The Fire Next Time?“ After giving the audience a slightly helpless smile that almost hid his frustration, Baldwin responded with what he called a “modest proposal”:

"What I would really like to do,” he began, “I want to establish…White History Week. (Audience laughs and claps.) Because the answers to these questions is not to be found in me, but in that history that produces these questions. It’s late in the day to be talking about race relations. What are you talking about? As long as we have ‘race relations’, how can they deteriorate or improve? I am not a race and neither are you.

“No, we are talking about the life and the death of this country…I’m not joking when I talk about white history week. One of the things which most afflicts this country is that white people don’t know who they are or where they come from. And that’s why you think I’m a problem. But I am not the problem, your history is. And as long as you pretend that you don’t know your history, you are going to be a prisoner of it. And there is no question of you liberating me, because you can’t liberate yourselves. We are in this together.

"And finally: when “white people” talk about progress in relation to black people, all they are saying and all they can possibly mean by the word progress is how quickly and how thoroughly I become white. I don’t want to become white, I want to grow up. And so should you.”

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I’ve finally started working on a dream project of mine after years and years of thinking about it and chasing concepts. I fell in love with the concept I am currently working on after finishing my #100DaysOfInkedAstronomy project on instagram last year, I looked at all the constellations I had illustrated and felt like I needed to make a deck from them. So how come it has taken me over a year to start? Well I loved the concept but didn’t love the original aesthetic of black and white ink. I’ve unknowingly been experimenting with different art mediums over the last year to find what I like and while I was experimenting with some watercolour, it just felt like it all clicked into place and the first draft cards of The Celestial Spirit Oracle were born!

This deck connects us to all the constellations. All the starry guardians that watch over us, so that we may communicate with them and receive guidance. There are many lessons written for us in the stars, it’s time we all start looking up more to connect with these wise spirits.

The Celestial Spirit Oracle will be standard tarot size and have 88 cards, one for each constellation in the night sky. Each card will show a depiction of a certain constellation with its name and description written underneath. I plan on writing a booklet of card definitions and spreads to accompany the deck in PDF form, I’m also hoping to source some cloth drawstring bags to house the deck.

As I write this there are now eight cards (which I will be showcasing on my instagram later today!), so there are still 80 cards left to design, plus a booklet to write, and a printer to source. It’s still a little while off before this deck will be available to purchase for yourselves, but I will be doing some research into crowdfunding the deck or opening it up to pre-orders so that the initial costs of getting it produced are covered! Of course I will keep you all updated on here and on my twitter/instagram. Once I have a better idea as to when I can release it and what price it will be, you will all be the first to know!

I hope you’re all excited as I am to see how this deck develops!

Director and Producer interview for Free-Timeless Medley-

In 2013 Free aired on TV
In 2014 Free! Eternal Summer aired on TV
and then in 2015 the movie High Speed! -Free! Starting Days- opened in theaters.

In order to tie these three works together, we are making reconstruction films to put them in chronological order.
The movie ‘Free!-Timeless Medley- Bonds’ will be from the Iwatobi members perspective and
The movie ‘Free!-Timeless Medley- Promise’ will be from the Samezuka member’s perspective. Then, the movie Free!-Take Your Marks- is them proceeding onto the next stage all together.

To show the sparkle of their youth, show their irreplaceable time with friends, and to show them taking off straight from the past to the future, the purpose of this project is tie everything together through these 3 works.
Please watch as they take off from the Iwatobi City stage, to the stage known as the world.

Producer Hata Shinichiro

The Free! series started being aired four years ago. I have been involved with this series since then and ran through their youthful days together. Now, when I think back on it, they are still brightly sparkling irreplaceable memories. We are to remake that “Free!” now, in 2017.

Why do we need Free! now?

Why is this work important today?

Recently there have been a lot of incidents that have made it hard to see the future. We live in a world where you don’t know what to believe in. And in this world, there are young boys and girls who don’t know their own feelings and don’t have self-confidence.

I want to show those boys and girls Haruka and Rin —who face the things they like, believe in, and think are important, and then they work as hard as they can, growing every day. Who, even when they run into troubles, still continue forward with strong feelings— and I want them to feel something. I want them to find what they live for, and what they find important, and maybe just gain some aspirations and self-confidence. I want everyone who sees it to be moved at least a little bit.

It is with that in mind that we are literally “rebooting” this Free! series.

We the creators have grown with them, and they have been running through our minds. I hope that their dreams, growth, and their beautiful bodies come rushing out of the screen in order to cheer people up.

What lies in the future, what’s waiting? Please wait for the complete picture. I’m sure you’ll find the answer.

Director Kawanami Eisaku(AnimationDo)

anonymous asked:

msr headcanon: Scully takes Mulder to her high school reunion pretending he's her husband bc she's embarrassed that she's one of the only people of her class that isn't already married

Reunited
by mldrgrl
Rated PG
Summary: This isn’t totally what you wanted, Anon, I’m sorry, but it’s the only way I can see it.

From time to time, mail still arrived at the house for Scully.  Technically, it arrived at the PO Box Mulder maintained where they used to collect their mail, but it had been his alone for two years.  At first, he used the trickle of mail that came through to call her, knowing full well it was mostly junk she’d never want, but it was the only legitimate excuse he had for awhile.  It had been quite awhile since her name showed up in his PO Box, but he didn’t need excuses anymore since he saw her nearly every day at work.

He brought her the Alumni Newsletter she received with a cup of coffee.  She thanked him for both, took a sip of the coffee, and then through the newsletter in the trash after a mere glance.

“You’re not going to read it?” Mulder asked, retrieving the sealed booklet from the trash can.

“A high school newsletter?  I don’t think I’ve ever read one.”

“Hm.”  Mulder ripped the circle of tape holding the pages together and opened it up.  “Rosalee O’Brien hyphen Bingham, senior class president, announces the 35th reunion for the graduates of the class-”

“I know what year I graduated,” she said, reaching across his desk to take the newsletter back.  “No need to remind me.”

“You don’t want to go?  It’s in…” Mulder paused and held the newsletter up and away from Scully’s searching fingers.  “June.”

“We don’t know where we’ll be in June.  A case could come up.”

“Never heard of personal time?”

Unable to grab the newsletter, Scully crossed her arms.  “Mulder, you wouldn’t know personal time if it walked through the door and bit you on the ass.”

“Well, things change.”  He gave her the newsletter which she folded and put in her briefcase.

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Have I ever mentioned how cool Target is? Besides being super supportive of my transition, they’ve also donated non-food supplies to the wildlife rehab center I volunteer at, and now they’re letting me pick through the produce that gets tossed every day to take there for the animals.

This stuff is still good but can’t be sold because it’s past it’s sell-by date, and the woman in charge of grocery really hated having to throw away so much food every day. So now the rehab center gets all the free produce and yogurt they could ever need. On Friday my roommates and I took a trunkload of food over and completely filled their two fridges, and today I took over two more boxes. So now I don’t have to worry about what to feed the animals when I go in and the only thing in the fridge is withered lettuce and brown bananas. It’s such an awesome thing, and so rare for a company to be completely okay with donating food. The woman who runs the rehab center told me Meijer flat out refused to donate their produce.

Target also partners with Feeding America to donate shelf-stable food and supplies, and makes a point of salvaging and donating products that otherwise wouldn’t be sellable instead of throwing them away. They also have free peanut butter, jelly, and bread in the break room at all times, and make a habit of feeding us lunch once or twice a month and on every holiday. After working at Family Dollar for almost five years it’s so goddamn surreal to work for a company that gives a shit.

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ANINANA Advance Screening event report

Free Talk
Each member talked about their favorite scenes from the first 2 episodes. Masuda (Iori), Shirai (Yamato), Abe (Sougo), and Kensho (Riku) chose the last scene, IDOLiSH7’s first live. Wing (Mitsuki), KENN (Tamaki), and Eguchi (Nagi) chose the basket scene.

Questions for Bessou Producer
Masuda, KENN, and Kensho asked the producer, “Is there any original scene in the anime? do you pay attention in particular thing in the making of the anime?”. Bessou Producer answered that there are not many original scenes from the anime because he wants to keep the in-game story as it is.

Then, Wing pointed out Riku’s acapella scene in episode 2. Apparently, it’s not a cut from the original MonGene song, Kensho sang it when the casts recorded for the anime. “Riku has great singing abilities so I felt a bit pressured that time” said Kensho. He tried the acapella over and over until he could sing it well.

Questions For IDOLiSH7 Casts
Kensho (Riku) → Masuda (Iori)
“Who do you think is the cutest among Ainana casts?”
Masuda’s answer was Shirai. Shirai: “You guys teased me all the time!💢”

Masuda (Iori) → Wing (Mitsuki)
“What do you think whenever those younger than you say you’re cute?”
Wing: “I’m happy!😄” Audiences: “Cutee~!!”

Wing (Mitsuki) → Shirai (Yamato)
“How can you memorize lyrics and dance so fast?”
When they sang Pythagoras☆Fighter in the 2nd fanmeeting, Shirai memorized the dance choreography faster than Wing and Eguchi. Shirai said that he watched the choreography he recorded and listened to the song many times before the 2nd fanmeeting.

Shirai (Yamato) → Abe (Sougo)
“What happens when you’re drunk?”
Shirai had never seen Abe drunk, and Sougo becomes troublesome when he’s drunk so Shirai was curious. Abe said that he becomes quiet, sleepy, and then falls sleep before he realizes it.

Abe (Sougo) → KENN (Tamaki)
“Do you like spicy food?”
KENN: “I couldn’t stand spicy food before, but I started to like it recently.”
Abe: “Let’s eat spicy food together next time!“
KENN: “Let’s~♪”

KENN (Tamaki) → Eguchi (Nagi)
“How do you practice your acting as Nagi?”
Eguchi answered that he reads Nagi’s lines, tries various tones, repeats them, and decides which is the most interesting or fits the mood well. The other casts often give him ‘thanks for your hard work’ after he reads his lines.

Eguchi (Nagi) → Kensho (Riku)
“What color of pants do you want me to wear?”
Kensho: “…… Yellow (lol)” Audiences: *laugh*


Ending Talk
Bessou producer:
“Thank you for coming to watch the first two episodes today. The making of episode 3 is going well. We will work hard to maintain the quality, so we hope you will continue your support from now on too.”

Nanase Riku’s VA, Ono Kensho:
“When I first knew about Idolish7, I was sure it would be a great series that’s accepted by everyone. And now we have anime, and a live next year. Not only us, but these boys from Idolish7 are happy to know that Idolish7 has become successful, and it’s thanks to everyone’s support up until now. The anime starts on January, please keep supporting us!”

  • Woojin: it's alright i have a permit
  • Minhyun: this is just a piece of paper saying 'i can do what i want' on it
The not so secret diary of Gabriel Agreste

Because I needed some crack in my life. This is a gift for @geek-fashionista who requested my joke idea become a fic. 

And because writing ridiculous Gabe content cheers me up and I needed a good pick me up. (Hopefully this will get me back in the mood to finish the next chapter of Cut from the Same cloth. If nothing else it felt good to really sit down and write again.) 

Anyways- enjoy. 


The not so secret diary of Gabriel Agreste

(Edited and catalogued by Nathalie Sancoeur)

March 18th

So apparently driving 4 employees to a nervous breakdown in the span of 2 weeks is a problem to my board of directors. They claim it’s ‘not good for the company’. Also, apparently, backhanding one of them during the meeting for suggesting I ‘take a leave of absence to deal with the loss of your wife’ counts as assault.

To avoid charges, and more importantly a forced sabbatical, I have agreed to see a therapist. Hence this ridiculous writing exercise.  Oh well. At least it is only one wasted hour a week as opposed to several months of sitting in my house, watching them drive my company into the ground with their ineptitude.

March 25th-

My therapist says that I have a problem.

Of course I have a problem! My wife is missing. Honestly, I have to pay this man?

He says that I need to be ‘focused on healing and rebuilding a new sense of normalcy instead of lashing out at the people around me.’

Well perhaps if the people around me weren’t so incompetent I wouldn’t need to lash out so much.

Nathalie- does it count as attending my therapy sessions if I send a proxy in my place? Please investigate.

March 30th-

My therapist has informed me that I am developing an obsession, and that he is concerned that the loss of my wife and my need to get her back is driving me to an unhealthy dissociative state.

Well maybe that’s why it is so important that I get her back. Did you ever think of that? Then I won’t need to waste my time adjusting to my new circumstances, because everything can just go back to the way it was. It’s really not that complicated. For someone whose job it is to ‘help me cope with my grief’ he is quite the pessimist. He keeps insisting we discuss the possibility of if she never comes back. Thank God these sessions are only an hour long, I don’t need to get charged with assault again.

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Dr. Moses “Musa” Powell (1941-2005)- A martial arts master teacher and practitioner from New York. Moses Powell was a master student to , he was so skilled at Juijitsu that he developed his own style and system called Sanuces Ryu and he still ha students such as Anthony Muhammad teaching today. Moses was a teacher to the Nation of Islam, law enforcement, and even the FBI.

Ava DuVernay (Born 1972). I know most of you know Ava so I don’t need to do the whole bio. But I’ll say that I became aware of her work when she released a little documentary called “This is the Life” about a L.A. hip hop scene that produced some of my favorite MC’s. And imagine how stunned I was when I realized I’d been listening to Ava rhyme on Project Blowed and didnt even know it was her. This is the 3rd time I’ve drawn or painted Ava. Yes. Go watch her latest film “The 13th” about prison industrial complex and its relation to slavery.

Octavia Butler (1947-2006)- Octavia was in incredible mind. An incredible writer, and a predictor of future. My mom read her work and introduced me to her 15-20 years ago. It wasn’t until I was in my late 20’s that I actually read and understood her work. In fact, she is the reason why I now love to read and share books with others. Her work in fantasy and science fiction has inspired so many with her talent for describing, telling, and bringing you in. I beg you, read her work and check out Octavia’s Brood-an anthology of writers inspired by her work.

Dawud Anyabwile (born 1965)- Illustrator and co-creator of the Brotherman Comics stories, I first became aware of his work as a teen, and later became rejuvenated by it as a young adult. I have written about this brother in magazines, and social forums because his outlook and approach to life, his views on Black family, and his stunning artistic abilities are a guiding light daily. Go support this living legend now by getting “Brotherman-Revelations” for your kids.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe (1915-1973)- A Rock and Roll pioneer, she was one of the architects of what today is now known as Rock in its many forms. She was a pioneer in her life, music, beliefs, and her relationships being a bi-sexual woman in her day. Her style was fierce, loud, and extremely soulful.

Oddisee (born 1985). Amir Mohamed is a Sudanese American musicians who both rhymes and produces instrumental music. The basis for his work is hip hop, but it expands to other genre’s such as Jazz, Soul, and house. I first became aware of the brother on a visit to DC back in 2008 and have been a fan of him and Diamond District since. His work is extremely skillful, well crafted and thought-out, and balanced with thought and care-free. I think many my age would agree that he is one of most talented to do it. On constant rotation. Support him now by seeing him perform or buying his new LP.

These are a few illustrations from last year that were commissioned by a Bay Area Tech company last year for Black History/Future month. There are more, but these were my favorite. If you would like to purchase a print of any one of these email me at info@robdontstop.com 8"x11" mixed media on paper.

Mother’s Day (Tony Stark x reader)

It was easily the favorite part of your day; waking up each morning and reaching out to feel the warmth of Tony next to you, waiting for him to wake with you and pull you in closer so that you could spend your last few moments of peacefulness together before the hectic day could begin.  Some mornings he would wake first, not allowing you the same gentle awakening that you would; his strong arms would wrap around your waist almost desperately, pulling you in so tightly against him that you would open your eyes at the sensation of your breath being squeezed from your lungs.  These were the mornings when a nightmare would be his welcome into the day, happening the most often after a particularly terrible mission or if he had come to bed too late in his exhaustion.  But thankfully, more often than not, his first moments of daylight were gentle ones, and the two of you would take the time to just be.  Any given day could absorb him in the lab, or Steve would have planned a particularly evil workout session for you, or the worst times being when a mission was called.  The two of you agreed to never leave without a proper goodbye, because there was never a guarantee to return home, so when you rolled over this morning to find nothing more than cold sheets against your hand, you panicked in your half-awakened state.

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