why are you two in such denial

An arc 3 1/2 years in the making.

I always knew that Lars struggled to like himself, and how that fed into his problems.

I’ve been that guy for most of my life.

That’s why I never could get in on the hating of Lars within the fandom. It always rubbed me the wrong way.

Upon rewatching the last two episodes, it seems really obvious how this whole part is basically the payoff for Lars’s arc. 

Now here’s the part where I pretend to be really deep and meaningful while talking about a children’s show. 

For people who don’t live in total denial of their problems, seeing other people going through a struggle you’re dealing with can be painful. 

Especially when seeing someone who has it much worse than you do.

But, sometimes it can help you to see things more clearly.

Facing that part of yourself can be hard. It can be scary. It can be god damn terrifying. And that’s okay. Real, meaningful change? It’s not easy. 

Deciding to face those demons can be the hardest thing in the world to do. 

But, sometimes, the things in life that seem terrifying and impossible only seem that way because we spend so much energy running from them.

Sometimes, when you find the courage to stand up to them, you find that it’s not so impossible. 

The truth is, the strength to overcome it is there. It’s always there. You just need to reach for it.

But in doing so, you won’t be the same afterwards. That’s how change works.

By facing your demons, you grow. You evolve past them.

You leave behind the person you were. And you become someone new.

And that’s a beautiful thing.

You Deserve Punishment pt.2 (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 8,046

A/N: This is the direct continuation to the first part of “You Deserve Punishment”. Please read the first part, if you haven’t already, or else you’ll be confused. Extreme vulgar language use. Graphic descriptions of sex. (blowjobs, penetration, food play, anal, etc). Threesome, bondage, and overstimulation (rough) is in this story. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Some yaoi (boyxboy). This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Originally posted by bellahasjams

“The reason I wanted you to leave is because I couldn’t control myself from you. Every time I see you, all i want is to bend you over and fuck you till you beg for me to stop………But you’ve disappointed me Y/n. You disrespected your oppa. You’re so bad….… and bad girls deserve punishment.”

 

You freeze when he tells you this. Control himself from you? He wants to do what with me? What the hell is going on? He…. has to be lying…….he hates me. “You’re lying…” you say shaking your head. How could he even be attracted to you?

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In Denial

“Why are you taking off your rings?”

Harry asked, pursing his lips while deep in thought. His voice was smaller than what he thought would be the opposite. His thumb gliding over his knuckles.

His eyes were trained on you ever since you walked through the front door, your far-gazed and emotionless figure being his first line of sight.

“Just want to.”

Harry was looking at you, his breathing slightly getting deeper as he stood by the bed near you, his stomach twisting.

He scanned over the rings laid on the desk you sometimes used a dresser, wondering why you would take them off since you love wearing them, taking sight of the gold wedding band and the engagement ring being two of those.

“Your earrings too?”

You nodded slightly, Harry knowing that you don’t share the same affinity for them compared to rings, knowing that you only took them off when your ears were itchy.

It wasn’t the case. He could clearly see that your ears and even your earlobes weren’t red and showed any sign that you scratched them.

“You’re making me nervous.”

Harry said truthfully, watching you clench and unclench your fingers since you weren’t used to not have anything adorning them.

“You shouldn’t. Gemma said the words for you.”

“What words?”

Harry asked for the sake of it, looking down on the floor as he felt his hands begin shaking, knowing what his sister said to you and how much he feared them, unable to look at you.

You remembered clearly of how Gemma shakily called you today and asked you to meet her at her house, the truth coming out of her lips in a hurry because she couldn’t hold it back any longer, because Harry didn’t say it earlier and only let it out of him to her for relief.

Harry promised her multiple times that he’ll tell it to you one day, that maybe not today and some other time. That he’s still preparing the words in case he tells her.

“That you slept with someone. Last week, I think.”

That was all it took for Harry’s heart to drop, his breathing being cut short when he heard you sinking down the floor.

“I don’t want to be the one who’s getting twisted to make a mistake to divorce Harry Styles.”

Harry closed his eyes shut, forcing his tears not to flow as he was shaking, his throat being tight bit by bit.

“For better or for worse, is it?”

You chuckled humorlessly, your eyes not being able to focus on yourself nor Harry, looking on the floor yet not taking every single detail of it.

“Until death do us part.”

Your voice cracked, thumb going over your left ring finger, tracing over the marks the rings left, breathing getting shallow.

Harry finally broke down without any barriers, sobs being heard as he covered his face, chest heaving with pain.

“I made a vow, in front of God and you. So I’m not leaving. Guess I’m keeping them very well.”

You rubbed your eyes, inhaling slowly before closing your eyes, hands interlocking as you couldn’t feel anything besides emptiness.

Harry detached himself from the edge of the bed, sitting directly in front of you yet with your eyes still not meeting his, his heart at it’s breaking point.

“I want to leave you. But I can’t do it.”

You said truthfully, feeling the pain surge as you rested your head on the wall behind you, eyes closed as you tried not to wince because of the hurt.

“We’re in denial that you still love me, Harry.”

His name came out of your lips that shocked him, on how you said it being the last thing he wanted to hear.

It was full of pain, heaviness even. You didn’t say it just because you wanted to, nor just wanted to say it because you needed to.

“What — what are you talking about?”

Harry spoke slowly because he was testing them, his voice hoarse and so close to cracking, not being able to believe what he was hearing.

“I love you, you know that Y/N. What — tell me. Tell me you know that I love you.”

He said with great urgency, heart rate hiking up, stopping himself from trying to near you because you didn’t want him to. He wanted to hear for himself that you know that he loves you.

You looked up at him, striking him of how red your eyes are, how tired you look and how he saw it now, voice breaking.

You sighed, shaking your head slowly, fiddling with your fingers as Harry watched intently, looking at you as if his life depended on it.

You looked up again, swallowing the knot in your throat and trying to ignore the massive pain in your chest that wanted to be relieved which you didn’t know how. Which you didn’t know you were capable of feeling large amounts of it.

“Then why do I feel like you don’t?”

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SU Theory: The Use Of Feeling Blue? - Their Use *IS*Feeling Blue!!

I’m going to start off by saying this is going to sound absolutely insane, but please please hear me out until the end. 

That Will Be All starts things off by revealing Blue Diamond, immediately shown crying over the loss of Pink Diamond. 

Now that is one stark contrast from what we originally saw of her back in The Answer

She was hardened then, willing to shatter a gem, even if that gem saved the life of a valued member of her court. Imagine disregarding a selfless act like that? That is ice cold.

But now, she’s broken. Thousands of years later, we learn, after having a taste of her own medicine, that all she does is spend time going back and forth between the Earth and the Zoo.

She abandons her post so much that Yellow had to come check on the zoo to catch her there again, and starts to sing a song to try to make her feel better.

It’s pretty clear that Blue is content mourning Pink forever, even willing to abandon her position as leader to do it. That’s some serious regret. 

And when Yellow suggests forgetting about Pink?

Nah. That’s not happening. It’s pretty clear Blue is having serious trouble letting go of the past. She seems to desperately want a do-over.

We’ve seen this character dynamic before.

I suspect the color parallels between Greg/Pearl and Yellow/Blue Diamond in Mr. Greg and this episode are foreshadowing.

Greg is Yellow, and Pearl is Blue. Pearl was unable to let go of the past, unable to get over losing Rose. Blue Diamond can’t accept having lost Pink. Even the names of their lost loved ones is the same name in different languages, it can’t get much more in your face than that really. They even fucking color coded it for us.

Greg helped Pearl move on after having been considered an enemy by Pearl for ages. Yellow Diamond is shown consistently trying to help Blue, doing anything in her power to do so, despite Blue’s clear disdain of Yellow’s efforts. 

But that’s where the similarities end, after that we end up with some interesting contrasts:

In Mr Greg, Steven was singing them a song that reminded them they’re all family, and how they needed someone who knew what they’re going through.

But in That Will Be All?

There’s empathy in the song, sure, Yellow understands Blue’s pain, but 

She’s lying to herself. She hasn’t moved on at all. Her repeating of the question ”What’s the use of feeling?” at the end implies she curses her own emotions for being so hard to repress. That’s why she wants to destroy the planet and forget about Pink altogether. They’re not talking anything out, Yellow is trying to push Blue along. Push herself along. She grasps the railing turning away from Blue Diamond as though in shame, here she was claiming to be above it all yet the moment she lets herself remember just a bit, she deteriorates. As though it’s the first time she’s allowing herself to feel anything about Pink’s death in thousands of years.

So the difference is, Steven’s song was about getting closure, while Yellow’s is more about repressing and damning the emotions that she can’t resolve. She was just projecting onto Blue.

That’s not all though. 

Greg was able to heal part of the pain of losing Rose by raising Steven, by telling him about his mom, by re-living his memories of his dead wifu with his son. What i mean is, having his son there to share in the pain of missing Rose helped a lot. Helps both of them a lot.

And as for Pearl, whenever she needed to, she could bring up a hologram of Rose and literally re-live her PTSD memories ad nauseum to get them all out of her system. In a way, she did get her do-over. She, at the very least, got to work out how to say goodbye, so that by the time she and Greg squashed the beef, she was ready and could finally move on to Mystery Girl.

But with the Diamonds? it’s a much more tragic picture. Yellow is in denial and wants to rush through/repress her pain and destroy the things that remind her of her loss. She refuses to face it. Blue on the other hand just can’t stop facing it. Not until she gets some sort of closure like Pearl. But that’s impossible, right?

I thought so too, until I heard this line;

WHAT!?

Hold the fuck up. Employ????? Blue wants to employ the Rose Quartz line? 

ALL OF THEM!??

Why?!?  Welp, hold on to your butts;

Yellow Diamond sings two pertinent verses: 

“Why would you want to employ her
Subjects that destroyed her?
Why keep up her silly
Zoo? Oh, tell me
What’s the use of feeling, Blue?“

and

“An army has a use
They can go and fight a war
A Sapphire has a use
She can tell you what it’s for
An Agate terrifies
A Lapis terraforms“

Yellow is juxtaposing the use of the Rose Quartz gems, as well as other gems in their society, with the use of emotions. What has Steven Universe been teaching us this whole time about emotions? What can they help you do? 

Heal. 

What else have we seen that heals things? 

Tears.

Blue claims she wants to go to Earth to preserve specimens. 

But what if she’s looking for her do-over instead? What if her regret and depression are so deep, they’ve driven her to want to go down to Earth to find Pink’s shards and have the Rose Quartz line, the entire line, cry on them? 

BONUS:

Whatever happens, the Rose Quartz line’s healing tears can be used to fix other huge, previously unsolvable problems:

Fuck Away the Pain

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A/N:…I don’t know why I keep writing smut. I- I can’t control myself.

Warnings: Cheating, Rough(ish) sex, Thigh riding, (Light)Choking, Dirty talk, Orgasm Denial, Cumplay, ya know, the typical stuff

~Admin Allie

Two forty-nine,” was all you said under your breath when you realized that Sehun hadn’t come home. You just knew he was with her, the person he called his business partner. But it was so obvious that she was more than that. The way they exchanged smirks over business dinners or greeted one another “unexpectedly” while you two were on a date always seemed so off. You would have given Sehun props if he had managed to keep it on the low, but he managed to think that you were actually that fucking dumb.  

You picked up your phone and dialed her number. He had the nerve to tell you that you should become friends with her. The closer you got to her, the more she smelled like a homewrecker that was out for the man you no longer claimed for yourself.

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RUSSIAN FAMILY AU (long post)

so me and @partyhardwithharold were chatting when I had a sudden realization that Georgi was kind of good-looking and I got curious what he would look like if he had his hair down then THIS happened and we noticed that he looked like Yuuri and Viktor’s child if they had one and boom!

Russian Family AU (happens after ep 12)

Imagine Viktor and Yuuri adopts Georgi as their child
• Yuuri and Viktor adopt everyone under Yakov’s tutelage
• Yurio is disgusted (and a little jealous) and goes into HISSING MODE
• Yuuri bringing some katsudon for them to try AND OH MY GOD YURIO WAS RIGHT THIS IS AMAAZING!
• Mila as the daughter who always kisses up to the parents
• She always shows off cuz praises from Viktor and Yuuri are so warm and fluffy and stuff
• Icerink Parents doting on their daughter (Yurio looking disgusted)
• Georgi is that child who responds well to praise so they give him special attention
• Especially since Anya broke his heart </3
• Viktor consoling him
• “WHO NEEDS A WOMAN WHEN YOU CAN DATE A MAN”
• *shoves georgi out of his room where he was sulking 24/7* “GET OUT THERE AND GET ANOTHER DATE!” “WE BELIEVE IN YOU BABE!”
• …then Viktor and Yuuri secretly follows him around
THEN YURIO AND MILA TAG ALONG CUZ IT’S A FAMILY STAKE OUT
• Yurio: “Y'all are nuts, I’m going home” Viktor pulls him back “Learn a thing or two from Georgi” “but I already have Otab- OH SHIT NO
Yurio hasn’t really told any one that he was official with Otabek
• Then they stop the stake out to interrogate Yurio cuz HOW WHEN WHY
• “IS HE TREATING YOU WELL?” “DOES HE FEED YOU?” “DOES HE THINK OF YOU AS HIS KATSUDON?”
• Yuuri’s the chill parent while Viktor’s overprotective and in denial
• “THEY GROW UP SO FAST YUURIIIIIIIII T^T”
• “BUT YUURI, THIS MEANS HE WILL BE LEAVING THE HOUSE SOONNN” *pats back* We still have Mila
• So Georgi’s long gone and they walk back cuz THIS CONVERSATION IS NOT OVER.
• but then Yurio point out Mila and Sara’s relationship
• IF I’M GOING DOWN I’M TAKING YOU DOWN WITH ME
• Viktor: “WAIT WHAT YOU TOO?!”
• Everyone in the Family is gay (except for Georgi probably)
• Imagine Yakov and Lilia coming back and seeing the chaos
• “why did you bring Lilia?” “As a friend.” Viktor: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) wink wink nudge nudge
THE PARENT TRAP EXCEPT WITH YAKOV AND LILIA
• They lock them in the ice rink
• Lilia doesn’t know how to skate so she falls
• *Insert Typical “Falls Into Arms and looks Into Eyes” moment
• Viktor: “CAN YOU FEEL DA LOVE TONIIIGHT~”
• Or maybe “SHALALALA MY OH MY LOOKS LIKE THE BOY’S TOO SHY AIN’T GONNA KISS THE GIRL
• “Yurio are you crying?” “I’M SWEATING THRU MY EYES”
• Georgi’s like “ah…rekindled love…”
• Lilia bonding with Yuuri cuz he used to do ballet
• Yurio being a sulky child because he’s the Prima Ballerina
• Ballerina Squad™

Someone write a fic for this please. Would read 10/10

  • Andy: Speaking of Harry, you recently spoke about the rumors that you two were, like -- there were all these weird rumors that you guys were together or lovers or something that I was always - as a gay guy I was always like -- why???... it BUGGED me for some reason [Louis laughs]. Like I didn't GET it, I was like ... were you, when that was going on, were you like, what is UP?
  • Louis: I mean, it was just one of those things that kind of just seemed to get bigger and bigger, um, but it's always been a kind of a confusing thing to me, 'cause, you know, I've kind of always been pretty open about me and my girlfriend [Andy: Right!]. Um, but, hey, you know, it's the...
  • Andy: What was the biggest conspiracy theory you heard during the day?
  • Louis: Oh, I mean, anything along those lines, I mean, they all think that my girlfriend's employed, these people who believe in the, yeah, in that conspiracy, yeah. That my girlfriend is employed, yeah, it's pretty crazy, right?
  • Andy: Wow.
  • Louis: Yeah.
  • Andy: That's nuts.
  • Louis: That sounds crazy, yeah.
  • Andy: That DOES sound crazy. You also got a new E tattoo on your left hand.
  • Louis: I did.
  • Andy: In honor of your girlfriend.
  • Louis: Mmm-hmm.
  • Andy: Which makes me feel -- oh there it is...
  • Louis: There it is, yeah.
  • Andy: Which makes me feel like... I mean... if you're gonna get a tattoo, you're getting married at some point soon.
  • Louis: [laughs] I mean, it's not something I've been thinking about, like, right now, I mean, eventually one day maybe, but right now we'll just stick to the tattoos on the hands.

i feel like the narrative on women and makeup has become so muddled and confused and misguided. there is honestly an industry at this point based on denying that makeup has anything to do with patriarchy in any way, shape or form. despite the obvious fact that, no, the vast majority of men do not wear makeup–and yes, we still consider many of them beautiful without it, and without even thinking about it. 

the beauty industry has become attuned enough to the change in culture and women’s increasing liberation over time that they can no longer get away with marketing all their products as “fixes” for your “flaws.” no, they’ve actually co-opted feminist/activist rhetoric to sell their products to you. this imbues their product with a significance and a weight that, without this language, it simply does not have. sadly a lot of this language is similarly used by makeup blogs/vlogs/instagrams/etc without understanding that the capitalist machine has pushed this nonsense on us for years to dupe us. let’s actually take a look at some modern advertising in the beauty industry:

wow! it’s almost like “having it all” sounds familiar? hm, where have i heard that?

this is just one of dozens of products that compare their makeup to a revolution.

the beauty industry has been steadily using rhetoric to suggest that cosmetics bring women power and the like, such as:

but when all else fails, don’t convince women that beauty products will empower, change, enliven them, or make them assertive. just tell them it’s a part of who they are!

because how could the real you shine through without the help of some new foundation or lipstick?

there is such an absurdity to these slogans and such a sexism to the idea that these products are going to change women’s lives, bring them confidence, give them power or anything else. these products, nine times out of ten, are going to paint women’s faces in order to make them more appealing to the patriarchy.

it’s even gone far enough that women online have recently created a hashtag #thepowerofmakeup (?) to insist that makeup is not due to insecurities or a desire to please boys, but simply a personal choice and pleasure that exists in a vacuum and has nothing to do with anything else ever. this is the extent of the brainwashing. i don’t condemn these women in any way because their lack of understanding is not their fault and is a product of growing up in the society they have. to make myself perfectly clear, i do not condemn any women who wear makeup in any context. however the hashtag creator’s notion that “nowadays…it’s almost a crime to love doing your makeup” is literally baffling. makeup has never been more popular or beloved than it is right now, and the small group of people criticizing its misogynistic origins are nothing compared to the millions of women who feel compelled to spend hundreds every year on these products. it’s incredible to see women who do wear makeup portrayed as the outcasts, while women who don’t wear makeup know that they’ll have a tougher time getting jobs, be consistently assumed tired/upset/having a bad day, and be generally considered less desirable and inadequately feminine on the whole. 

speaking of the growing prominence of youtube channels, instagrams, tumblrs, etcetcetc centered around makeup and makeup products, i want to make a point. can makeup be art? absolutely! can makeup be fun? absolutely! can makeup exist totally separate from male dominant spaces? i’m not positive, but i think it’s possible. however, it is the dominant culture’s obsession with and need for these products which is harmful to women and girls. many will proclaim that, “i like how i look without makeup too!” and “i can still leave the house without it!” but, as someone who once constantly reiterated these phrases, unfortunately i know them to be denials in many many cases. i felt myself, over the years, insisting that i could leave the house without makeup, yet found myself doing that, at most, five times in an entire year. i told myself i liked how i looked without makeup, yet after two days in the house without a drop, i looked in the mirror and felt ugly, dirty, incomplete. and i know i am not alone. sure makeup makes you feel beautiful, but why?

if we want to talk honestly about makeup and the enormous influence it has on women and girls, we have to rid ourselves of patriarchal notions and delusions that makeup “just makes me feel good!” and embrace the idea that we can feel good, all the time, be beautiful, all the time, no matter what we look like, without makeup in any form. our choices do not exist in a vacuum, and there was a reason i cried hysterically to my mother at 13 for not being allowed to wear mascara. all women are beautiful, all the time. it’s okay that women wear makeup. we just need to start examining why we want to, and patriarchy’s role in that “choice.”

crescendotayuri  asked:

for those "things you said" prompts, how about otayuri #12? :)

I’m sorry that it took so long but I had to make it longer to be satisfied with the ending lol


12) Things you said when you thought I was asleep.

Yuri had fallen asleep sometime during the movie and Otabek stopped paying attention to the movie around the same time Yuri’s head fell from the back of the couch to Otabek’s shoulder.

Otabek, thinking Yuri was still awake and was being playful, laughed and shrugged his shoulder once or twice until it was evident that he was very deeply asleep when Yuri’s whole body shifted and his head fell on Yuri’s lap. Otabek went still as Yuri stirred. Not much though, since he obviously didn’t know his face was nuzzling into Otabek’s thigh.

The suggestive position of their bodies made Otabek infinitely thankful that it was Saturday and Yuri’s grandpa was out shopping.

Otabek still couldn’t move though, not without waking his friend, who was sleeping on his lap.

So he sat there for the rest of the movie, sat through the credits, and even after it, not wanting to get up and wake Yuri up, looking very much like a little kitten. A sleeping tiger, more like.

“So cute…” Otabek murmured to himself, stroking the blonde hair splayed across his lap.

Otabek sat there for a little while longer staring at Yuri’s sleeping form, when he heard keys jingle and the front door open. Panic spiked through Otabek as Nikolai Plisetsky walking into the room, arms full of shopping bags and paused at the sight of his grandson lying on top of Otabek with his head in his lap.

Nikolai stared at him, his face neutral, not showing anything at all, no uncomfortableness, no anger, no embarrassment, only the slightest bit of shock as far as Otabek could tell.

Otabek stared back, trying not to incriminate himself for something he was doing. In hopes of clearing the air before any conclusions were jumped to. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he blurted and promptly berated himself for picking a starter that couldn’t possibly be more cliché. In an effort to seem to compose, he tried to keep a neutral face like the man across the room was. “Um…”

To his surprise, Nikolai burst into laughter. He put the bags down quickly and laughed full-bodied, clutching his stomach is barely stifled laughs which lasted very long moment for Otabek who was sitting on the couch bewildered at Nikolai’s reaction. After he sobered, he looked at the two on the couch with a conspirator’s smile.

“He fell asleep during the movie and I didn’t want to wake him,” Otabek explained.

If anything, it only made Nikolai’s eyes crinkle with mirth. “I can see that,” he said, and after a moment’s silence, he continued, “He’s very much like a cat, isn’t he?”

Otabek finally realised he wasn’t going to be told off by Nikolai for having his grandson’s head in his lap and visibly relaxed. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry about helping with my shopping it’s only a little and I can handle it.” Nikolai somehow sensed his uncomfortable-ness at Otabek’s inability to help him at the moment, after having the boy come over for dinner and sleep over some nights Nikolai knew how politeness and courtesy were ingrained in Otabek’s mind as a priority. “Besides, Yuratchka used to do that a lot when he was a child.” The old man sighed fondly and chuckled to himself like he had a secret, busying himself in the kitchen.

Yuri shifted a little and straightened his body along the couch, they’d sat huddled together in the centre and so the small couch wasn’t long enough for Yuri’s long legs, dangling over the arm. His hand came up to press on Otabek’s thigh which sent tingles up and down his leg.

As Yuri huffed, finally settling down again, Otabek just looked at his friend’s face in front of him, softened by sleep. His closed eyes looked very different than when he was Constantly Pissed At Everyone or excitable chatting away about something to his grandpa or Otabek, and who found it very sweet, that Yuri felt comfortable enough to just non-stop talk to someone like him, let alone sleep on his lap.

“Were you boys okay while I was gone?” asked Nikolai, snapping Otabek out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, we watched a movie and Yura got some snacks for us.”

“‘Yura’?” Nikolai sat on an armchair on his right.

Otabek blushed at the realisation of his slip up. “Um yeah, he made me call him that when he copied my younger sister and started calling me ‘Beka’ and I hadn’t started calling him ‘Yura’.” Otabek smiled with fond exasperation at the memory.

“Yuri… He’s a good friend to you. Right? You know he talks about you often.” Nikolai smiled again.

Otabek perked up a little with the mention of how close they were and laughed a little, trying to dance his way around their very close relationship and nodded making a sound of agreement. It’s not as close as Otabek would have like, but he’d been pushing inch by inch in an effort to become closer to the boy he’d been admiring for so long.

“How do you feel about him?”

Otabek was suspecting that question was going to come up. It was still a little bit of a shock that Yuri’s grandpa would be so forward about it. He looked back down at the sleeping boy in his lap, playing with the inside of his cheek, thinking of a reply.

“He’s… my best friend.” Otabek avoided looking at Yuri’s grandpa, opting to focus on the smooth shoulder length hair Yura insisted on growing out. It suited him, in Otabek’s opinion. Or maybe he just had a thing for Yura’s hair no matter how he wore it.  When Yura tied his hair up, he looked so fierce and striking, when he had it down, he looked so calm and just beautiful. Otabek smiled at the image in his head.

Nikolai just sat there looking at him, studying his face for something.

“And I care about him a lot.” Otabek dared to lift his hand and lay it gently on Yura’s head stroking his knuckles down the blonde hair, and then his pale skin.

After a moment’s silence, Yuri’s grandpa spoke up. “But you do have feelings for him a little deeper than that don’t you?”

Otabek blinked and looked at Nikolai with eyes flaring in a slight panic.

But the old man only chuckled and said, “I could tell a mile away, boy. You smile at the back of his head too much, try doing it when he’s actually looking at you.” Nikolai was laughing again. “How long have you liked my Yuratchka, Otabek?”

“A few months, now,” Otabek replied, quietly. His cheeks felt warm from the secret he’d just admitted.

As Nikolai questioned him some more and Otabek answered, he found there was comfort in admitting his actions out loud, in front of the object of his affection, while knowing that he wouldn’t actually hear them, being asleep and all.

Otabek told him the things he did behind Yuri’s back in an effort to get closer to him. The things he set up before they were due to meet up, the way he stood closer to Yuri than all the other skaters at the rink sometimes, the way he walked with him to the store even though he wasn’t going to buy anything, Otabek just really enjoyed Yura’s company. Even when Otabek sent those cheesy “Send this to bae” memes or those “I love you like I love pizza” snaps, trying to hint at Yura how he felt about him, passing it off as an over-the-top best friend thing.

When he finished, he turned his eyes away from the window and back at Yuri’s grandpa, who was looking at him strangely.

“See?” Nikolai smirked after a moment, and that conspirator’s smile came back as he looked down at his grandson, who was lying very still. “I told you he liked you back.”

Otabek blinked again as he looked down to see Yuri, whose hands were still in contact with Otabek’s thigh (even if there was a layer of clothing to block the heat of his palm on Otabek’s leg, he was still very aware of every movement it made), his eyes very open and wide-awake.

“Oh my god,” Otabek managed.

Yura turned his head, trying to cover his face with his hair out of habit, but that only rubbed his face more against Otabek’s thigh. They realised at the same time and Otabek heard Nikolai laugh some more in the background at both their faces reddening, Yuri had practically leapt into an upright position, posture rigid and uncomfortable under the eyes of his grandpa and Otabek.

Silence settled on all of them like the glitter in a snow globe, thicker and thicker after every half a second passed.

“Wait,” Otabek started, inwardly cringing at how loud his voice sounded to his ears and turn to Yuri, “He said that— that I liked you ‘back’?”

Yura dipped his head down and tried to hide his face with his hair, but it was Nikolai who spoke first, coughing loudly and disturbing the soft silence, still smiling. “I’ll leave you two to sort things out.”

Otabek looked next to him at Yura who was giving his grandpa a why-did-you-tell-him look, who only replied, “What! You asked me to.” Nikolai teased, walking out of the room.

Yuri let out a panicked squeak and turned his head to gauge Otabek’s reaction to the scene unfolding in front of him.

Otabek was still processing it all, still in denial that he’d just poured out all his feeling for him when Yura was listening.

“Beka? You’re not mad at before setting it up are you?” Yuri asked, allowing himself to be vulnerable again.

Otabek shook his head numbly. “I’m- I’m still in shock that you like me back, ha, haa…”

Yura scooted closer back to Otabek’s side and propped his forehead on Beka’s shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief.

“If anything, I’d expect you to be mad at me for all the things I did behind your back—“

“Shush, if I had a crush on you for half the amount of time you held out, I think I would have been too impatient to be subtle.”

“Yura, I can’t believe you dumped your face on my lap.” Otabek started shaking with laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. After a moment, he sobered and turned to Yuri, looking at him with a hopeful searching smile on his face. “Do you really like me?”

He nodded, “Yeah, thought something was up, with all the situations that we ended up in whenever we hung out,” laughing a little and paused, uncertainty showing in his eyes and the way he worried his lip, “Um, Beka, now that- um, now that, like, we know… and stuff… um..”

“Yes, Yura?”

“Can- can I- like…” Yura’s brow furrowed all of a sudden and shook his head sharply. “Fuck it.”

Yura lurched forward to kiss Otabek square on the lips, shoving his face behind Beka’s shoulder and squealing a playful whine.

Beka nudged him back up, loving how the afternoon light made the green in his eyes glow just a little more. And kissed him back.

Yura spent the rest of the afternoon lying on top of Otabek, loving their new level of proximity and teasing Beka for all the times, he’d try to hint at his crush, Beka teasing him just as bad for all the now-obvious times he’d absolutely and utterly missed his cue.

a list of my favorite little jily things

• when lily really likes muggle music/the muggle 70s culture. idk why this is so great but it is. especially when she gets james into it
• heads dormitories. you know why.
• copious amounts of denial
• sirius being able to see past everyone’s bullshit
• being paired up as potions partners
• mcgonagall seeing past everyone’s bullshit
• james’ mom loving lily
• dumbledore seeing past everyone’s bullshit
• snogging in the library
• james’ obsession with lily’s read hair
• lily seeing james after quidditch practice, sweaty, shirtless,
• lily seeing james shirtless in any context
• PATRONUS REVEAL
• late night date in the kitchens
• kisses tasting like butterbeer
• DENIAL
• did i already say denial
• lily’s cat/owl loving james
• jokes about how lily is basically dating all the marauders
• everything about these two god damn

Match Made in Heaven (Wonwoo x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/ask: Could I have a scenario where SEVENTEEN’s Wonwoo and you like each other and pretty much everyone knows but the two of you so the other boys plan to get you two together? Thanks! (:

Fandom: SEVENTEEN

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader (female)

Warnings: danger? I guess, but other than that, none!

Word Count: 5494 (got a bit carried away lol)

Authors note: Ahh thank you so much for the request! My first one! And for my bias from Seventeen, no less! I really hope you enjoy this ^^ I got a bit carried away writing this, but I hope you like it. Feedback is appreciated, so don’t be afraid to talk to us! This is quite long so it’s under the cut!

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Dean punchs Sam for drunkenly kissing Cass and finding out only because there's a photo. He ignores Cass as well. In the end, he apologises and explains why he flipped out ;D

The hockey game had been Dean’s idea. Now he regrets even mentioning it.

“’Dollar Beer Night’, Sam,” Dean had said. “How can you say no to that? We all need a night out: you, me, Cas…” 

Sam had agreed to go, as had Castiel (even though the intricacies of organized sports tended to escape him most of the time). They piled into the Impala and headed to the nearby arena to watch the local ECHL team while getting hammered on cheap beer.

That had been the plan at least. 

Everything was going so well up until the end of the first period. Dean got up to drain the snake and get them all refills, leaving Cas and a visibly-tipsy Sam at their seats. He was standing in line at Concessions, watching the replays on the monitor above his head when the stadium began their “Kiss Cam” thing. 

It was cute: a young couple clearly on a first date, and elderly man and woman decked head to toe in team colors, A man and a woman who don’t seem to know each other very well but play along with a peck on the cheek, a shaggy haired guy and… Wait, is that Sam and Castiel?

“What the…?” Dean mutters, watching in horror as Sam cups a hand around Castiel’s jaw, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. Castiel looks surprised at first then  relaxes. Dean’s veins seem to harden and fill with ice water. He barely aware of  the cups of beer tipping out of his hand or the shouts of the other attendees around him. 

Seconds pass like hours as Dean’s eyes remain glued to the screen. Dean has seen so much horror and awfulness in his life but it doesn’t compare with the image of his brother kissing his, uh, his…

“Fuck…” Dean hisses under his breath. Without thinking, he moves down the passage way, heading back to his seats.

“Hey Dean,” Sam says cheerily, his words a little slurred. “Castiel and I were on the-” He’s cut off by Dean’s fist connecting with his jaw. Sam lurches back for a moment and before lunging toward Dean, plowing his entire weight into his brother. Castiel calls out Dean’s name and attempts to pull them apart as Security scrambles up the steps toward them.

“What the fuck, Dean!” Sam shouts as they walk toward the Impala after being thrown out of the arena. “What the fuck is you fucking problem?” Dean stomps toward the car, any buzz from the beer now gone. 

“I said I was sorry,” Dean says, not turning around. He was, too; He had no idea why he blew up that way at his brother. It was clear that the kiss had been a joke; just a drunken reaction to the Kiss Cam. Sam was laughing like an idiot the whole time he was doing it. 

Castiel stays strangely quiet, trailing behind the two men. Dean can tell he’s pissed, at him in particular. That was all Dean seemed to do nowadays- piss off people who care about him and drive them farther away. Dean couldn’t even bring himself to look at Castiel. 

“Why the hell did you punch me?” Sam asks again.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dean says. “Let’s just head back to the-”

“No, no!” Sam grabs Dean by the shoulder and spins him around to face him. “You’re going to tell me right now what-”

“Is it because Sam kissed me?” Castiel asks. Dean startles and looks toward him, his blue eyes cool and a little accusing.

“I… I uh… I,” Dean stammers. A denial hangs on his tongue, but he just can’t seem to get it out.

“Is that fucking why?!” Sam blurts out incredulously. He makes a disgusted noise and scrubs a hand over his face. “Godammit! As if I don’t have to deal with the two of you and your soap opera shenanigans enough. Christ, Dean, you could’ve said ‘hey, Cas is my boyfriend. Hands off, alright?’”

“Cas, isn’t my-”

“If you’re companionable to that idea, Dean, I think I can be persuaded-”Cas interjects. 

“But instead,” Sam continues, “You decide to punch first and ask questions later. That is not how healthy relationships work!” 

“Sam, it’s not like -” Dean frowns, noticing the disappointed pull to Castiel’s shoulders. “I mean, if you want it to be like that, we can Cas, but-” Sam grabs the car keys from Dean’s hand.

“I’m going to the car,” he says firmly, turning to leave, “You two get this sorted out. I don’t care what you do, just do it.” Sam’s grumbles echo through the parking lot as he walked away from them. Dean can’t lift his gaze to meet Cas’, too mortified and angry with himself. He starts to follow after Sam when Cas pipes up.

“Dean?” he asks. “Dean… Is that why you punched Sam? Because you were jealous and assumed him and I were in some sort of relationship?” Dean doesn’t answer, just continues to stare at the ground. 

“I can assure you,” Castiel continues, “that my interest in Sam is purely platonic.” Dean nods, but he can’t seem to shake the image of the kiss from his brain. “Unlike my interest in you which is… deeper.” Castiel moves forward, and Dean barely has time to react before Cas’ lips are on his. The kiss isn’t as quick or messy as the ‘Kiss Cam’ kiss, but there’s a level of need and intensity that has Dean sinking into Castiel’s embrace touch, his mouth opening willingly as Castiel’s tongue runs over the seam of his lips.

Dean’s hands come up around Castiel’s middle, pulling his closer and earning a soft groan. Castiel’s hand close around Dean’s chin, his cool fingers a counterpart to the warmth of his mouth. 

Dean pulls back first, catching his breath and resting his forehead against Cas’ temple. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I’m an idiot.”

“A little,” Castiel offers. “But you’re my idiot.” And then a little more hesitantly. “You are, aren’t you? Mine?” Dean leans his head on Cas’ shoulder. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I am.”

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran + V, if you can, headcanons about how would they react to MC wearing that cute set of kitty underwear / lingerie ( you know tgat cute bra with a keyhole shaped as a kitty head. Its really adorable ^^ )

I actually don’t know what you meant but aaaah. I still think it’d be kind of like this? :00 I only did the RFA btw lolol

–R.I.

MC Wearing Kitty Lingerie Set

Yoosung

  • “Hey, Yoosung?” you called out to him from behind
  • “Hmmmm?” he lazily replied, distracted by the incoming attacks from the other team in LOLOL. His eyes were focused on the game, his fingers instinctively pressing controls to evade the attacks.
  • You spun his chair around, disconnecting his headphones from the computer, which almost fell to the floor.
  • “What is it, MC, I was winnin—“ he gaped at your barely clad body, then blood started dripping from his nose, and he began to stammer, trying to cover it up.
  • You panicked, grabbing tissues to help him, leaning in so close, your breasts were against his chest.
  • At this point, Yoosung was seeing stars.
  • Oh. I think he just fainted.

Zen


  • Why is there a present from Jumin Han in front of my door?
  • Zen stared dully at the neatly wrapped gift that sat innocently on his doorstep, and reluctantly took it inside, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Why would the Trust Fund Kid send him anything?
  • “Zenny~”
  • The endearing sound of his lover’s voice filled his ears, and all thoughts of the trust fund kid dissipated as he turned around to face you. You snuggled up to him, fully wrapping your arms around his muscular body.
  • “Jagi, you didn’t have to wait up for me,” he said with a soft smile on his lips. He gently pushed you away, a light blush on his face. “I-I’m all sweaty from my workout, I don’t want you to get dirty…”
  • You smirked at him, lacing your arms behind his neck. “But Zenny~ Jumin sent me such a nice gift~”
  • Zen finally allowed his eyes to travel down your body, and immediately sucked in a breath as he did. His eyes lingered on the the cat-shaped keyhole sitting suggestively in between your breasts, almost teasing him… He averted his eyes immediately, feeling the need to restrain himself from attacking you.
  • Then, he processed what you’d said earlier, a frown making its way to his face. “Wait… Jumin sent this to you?”
  • You nodded cheerfully, beaming. “Yep! He left you something too. He left it at the door.”
  • Zen quickly unwrapped the box he’d found earlier, only to find a pack of condoms inside. The fuck?
  • A note laid behind the pack: Zen, Seven told me that you’ve been… frustrated lately. He suggested that I send these items to you. As your friend, I hope it helps.
  • Although he didn’t like that your clothes had come from the trust fund kid, he didn’t find it to be a problem. All he needed to do was simply remove them, after all…
  • You took a step back from the sudden mischievous glint in his red eyes, but he grabbed your wrist to pull you closer. “We should put his gift to good use, don’t you think?”

Jaehee

  • The two of you were out shopping for new underwear (after… accidentally ripping apart too many of your old ones…)
  • You gasped, “Ooh, look at this one!”
  • Jaehee turned around just as you held up matching panties and bra against your body.
  • Her eyes gleamed.
  • “Put it on,” she commanded.
  • So you went into the changeroom to try it on, carefully clipping the bra at the front of your chest. Ooh, it made your breasts stand out more than you thought, what with the kitty sitting right in your cleavage.
  • You peeked out from the changeroom shyly, making sure no one but Jaehee was there before stepping out to show her.
  • As soon as you did, she pushed you back inside the change-room.
  • “On second thought, please take it off, MC.”

Jumin

  • Ever since the first time you’d worn cat ears, he’d been insistent on seeing you wear a whole set of cat lingerie, and he’d bought you a couple…hundred.
  • A couple hundred.
  • Needless to say, it freaked you out when you saw the mountain pile of bags containing cat patterned lingerie all over the couch. You didn’t question it, assuming it was for someone else. (WHO, MC, WHO ELSE???)
  • So it wasn’t until one day when you had no other clothes to wear that you carelessly grabbed one of the few hundred sets of cat lingerie. You didn’t realize (nor care) what you were wearing, so when Jumin came home… well, he was surprised (pleasantly so) to find you finally wearing it.
  • He merely cuddled with you the whole night, being more touchy than usual while the two of you read a book before bed together.

Seven

  • “That is NOT how you wear those,” you deadpanned, staring blankly at Saeyoung, who was calmly showing off his latest crossdressing outfit—cat lingerie.
  • And he was wearing it OVER his clothes.
  • He shook his head in denial. “Nono, I’m Supercat,” he excitedly explained, placing his hands on his hips as he posed proudly in front of you. “That’s why I’m wearing it over my clothes!”
  • Trying to abide by his logic, you reasoned, “But if you’re really Supercat, your superhero clothes should be your birthday suit, so you should wear your… underwear over that, right?”
  • Saeyoung gasped in shock, “YOU’RE RIGHT!! …Hnng, maybe I’m not cut out for Supercat, after all.”
  • He handed the lingerie set to you with a sad look on his face, his eyes glimmering with (fake) tears which practically begged you to become Supercat in his stead.
  • Very, very, VERY reluctantly, you complied, changing into the cat lingerie.
  • He was on you the moment you finished changing. “YOU’RE~ SO~ CUTE~~” he cheered, snuggling into you.

V

  • Jumin had asked you to help model a new fashion line his business partner was designing, and you agreed on the condition that V would be the photographer since you felt that you’d be most comfortable that way
  • (Jumin: Why I asked you, MC? Because you’re the most beautiful woman I know, of course.)
  • The whole day, you modelled many different outfits… and then you were told to model… lingerie. Cat lingerie, at that.
  • Come to think of it, all the pieces you’d modelled so far had some form of cat, too. You were just too busy feeling shy to notice earlier. Ugly cat sweaters, abstract cat patterned tights, pawprint designs… no wonder Jumin endorsed in this.
  • Jihyun almost dropped his camera when you returned from the changeroom, a small frown forming upon his face. “MC…”
  • Your cheeks flushed as you covered yourself a bit, feeling embarrassed. “Wh-what?”
  • He pouted a bit, “I don’t want to do this, MC…” When you tilted your head in confusion, he continued in a whisper, “I don’t want the world to see you like this. I-I’m sorry, even though I promised Jumin…”
  • Jihyun looked so conflicted, you decided to stop the photoshoot. “Let’s ditch,” you grinned.
  • And that was how the clean up crew found an empty room with a camera full of cat patterned clothing photos.

Saeran

  • He’d caught you trying on the new set of cat lingerie, and snuck in the room to watch you check yourself out
  • “I wonder if Saeran will like it…” you thought out loud to yourself, twirling around
  • As you did, you noticed that he was standing in the corner of the room, leaning back against the wall with a smirk on his face
  • “Hm? Continue what you were doing, MC,” he said coolly, his eyes travelling down your body appreciatively
  • You covered yourself up, and he chuckled, pushing himself off the wall as he walked towards you
  • “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, princess,” he murmured lowly as he approached you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “Now, why don’t you purr for me, kitten?”
Sexually Precocious Teenagers

Summary: Stiles is pretty sure his asexuality is a deal-breaker that will keep him from having a relationship with Derek. (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

Notes: Scott and Stiles have a very close friendship in this. If that makes you uncomfortable, then this is not the fic for you. Despite the title, there is no smut in this. (On AO3)


Scott comes down the hallway, fresh from his post-workout shower, and freezes in the doorway of his room.

“Stiles, why are you naked in my bed?” he asks, his voice coming out a little higher than he’d intended.

“Dude, melodramatic much?” Stiles says with a grin, flipping back the sheet to reveal that he’s still wearing boxers.

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in denial but practically married

Originally posted by captivatesme

Admin: Sadie 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

_________

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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. 

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

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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.

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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.”

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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 :)

Come on Eileen ! I swear you’re not dead

Shoshannah’s tweet from yesterday inspired me to finally kick this out of my drafts. So without further ado.. We’re all bummed about the loss of Eileen and I know I’m not the only one hoping she’ll be back or that the whole thing was *gasp*  an elaborate fakeout!!

I’ve chatted/complained/cried about this with a couple people (@tinkdw @aoitrinity @floralmotif @thinkdouble-pink) since 12x21 aired and the one thing that seems clear to me is that there is a LOT of DOUBT surrounding Eileen’s death.  

There are a ton of suspicious circumstances to be considered.  So let me start with the biggest one.  Death by Hellhound.

^^^^See these screenshots?? This is how Supernatural depicts people being attacked by hellhounds. Clawmarks are a huge theme! With the exception of the woman in white who was killed off screen these wounds are death blows (bottom right is Jo D:). When we aren’t shown claw marks we get plenty of (sometimes spewing) blood so there can be no doubt that the victim is dead. 

I think the above people represent all instances of death by hellhound on the show. Most recently before Eileen’s death even this chick who survives is shown with the hellhound clawmarks™

Compare all this to Eileen’s death, which has no sign of blood.  Even looking at it frame by frame the closest we get to claw marks is her jacket being torn so you can see her shirt through it, but no skin is shown. 

I don’t know if this spot is supposed to be where the dog is biting her and shaking her like a rag doll, but that is also something we haven’t seen hellhounds do before. And then, bizarrely, Ketch stops the dog.  WHY!?!??  If he wants Eileen dead and can’t see any blood yet, why would he STOP the dog?? It doesn’t make any sense.

(Shhh Eileen is just sleeping)  I mean, I’m not going to include the screenshot of poor Charlie in a bathtub, clearly murdered, but that scene involved a lot of blood.  The show has never shied away from using copious amounts of blood on fan favorites.

Even when we see Eileen laid out on the slab we can only see some minor scratches on her face that already existed from running through the woods and something that looks more serious on her neck, but the neck scratches still seem shallow compared to the wounds Dean and Jo suffered.

So we’ve got an inconsistent Death by Hellhound and an interrupted death. Could such a beast shake Eileen and break her neck?  Sure, but it doesn’t match up with the way people die in SPN especially by hellhound. 

When Sam gets the call from Jody, Dean asks how Eileen died and Sam repeats what he was evidently told: “She was, uh, mauled by a wild animal in a wooded area…”  Nothing about necks snapping.  Just “mauled,” which basically means clawed and scratched, but again… didn’t see that in the scene.  More doubt.

When they get to the morgue Dean is looking at the report on Eileen

Dean: These wounds… I mean, we’ve only seen something this bad a few times.
Sam: Hellhound?
Dean: Yeah. But it doesn’t make any sense. Why would–why would a demon sic a hellhound on her? Why would she leave Ireland?
Sam: I don’t know, Dean.

The wounds are bad enough that they evidently recognized them from their past encounters and conclude hellhound, but I have yet to see evidence to support that based on the death we saw and hellhound kills they’ve seen in the past….

Dean says ‘it doesn’t make any sense’ and I know they are missing information at this point that the BMoL were involved, but he is doubting the facts too.

(I was super convinced they’d find Eileen in the BMoL HQ in 12x22.  Maybe we will see more of them in s13? The ‘old men’ are still around…)

More Suspicious Points/Things That Don’t Add Up

  • The inclusion of the shifter in the previous episode (Sure, the shifter made Ketch seem heartless, but I had already gotten that memo about him)
  • Eileen’s ”girly” out of character letter 
  • Eileen’s body being in South Carolina (not even close to the bunker–and why would she be in the woods at night??)
  • The boys flat out ask Toni if the BMoL killed Eileen and she doesn’t know. She says ‘probably.’  We the audience know they did but Sam and Dean don’t and I don’t know why it wasn’t confirmed for them.  Toni not confirming it just created more doubt

I know Supernatural has killed off favorites before and it didn’t make any sense–I’m looking at you, Charlie–but to me this episode just created a lot of doubt compared to the numerous foolish and ooc decisions that led to Charlie’s death. 

And Eileen was clearly set up as a romantic interest for Sam. Like compare the two episodes of Sam meeting and then working with Alicia Banes to the two episodes of him meeting and then working with Eileen Leahy.  Both beautiful women and badass hunters, but only one of them was written romantically. Why do all that for nothing? Sam barely even had time to be upset about her death–and no hunter’s funeral.

I may be in denial here, but things don’t add up and it’s hiatus and I want to chat and speculate.  The circumstances leading to Charlie’s death made little sense to me, but at least when she died I KNEW she was dead.  There was no doubt.  

when isak told kollektivet he was moving in with even and noora would get her room back eskild was like ‘my nose will be grateful to smell the scent of lavender again’, but as the date comes closer eskild starts to get really sentimental and keeps telling anecdotes of isak secretly living in the basement, of being sweet to everyone, little things that he would miss about him and isak is a bit embarrassed but mostly touched. then when the day comes and they’re standing outside the building about to drive away with the van, eskild hugs isak and doesn’t want to let go, just clings to him and isak has this soft smile on his face when he says ‘that’s enough eskild i can’t breathe’ but he hugs eskild back just as strongly and whispers ‘thank you for everything’ and eskild is like ‘nope we’re not saying goodbye, i don’t want to cry it’d ruin my mascara… so worry not isakyaki i’ll be bugging you all the time since you’re still my little baby gay son and even though you lucked out big time with this one (he nods at even), i still have things to teach you so better invite me to your housewarming party’ and isak rolls his eyes but tells eskild that first they have to get basic furniture bc so far they only have a mattress and eskild is like ‘that’s all you two will need the first few days to christen your new place’ and he winks at even over isak’s shoulder and isak tells him in a flat voice ‘why would you think we haven’t christened it already’ and eskild lets out a delighted little laugh and smacks a big kiss on isak’s cheek and tells him ‘when noora and eva first showed me your picture and asked me find out if you were gay or when i found you in a gay bar drunk and in denial i wasn’t sure what i was getting myself into but over the months i started to see the sweetness and love underneath all that grumpiness and now you’re moving in together with your sunshine of a boyfriend thus making me the proudest guru in the history of gay gurus. and just an advice, i know even and you tell each other everything but seriously isak maybe should clear your browser history once in a while’. 

and then eskild lets go of isak who is still kind of processing what’s been said and eskild blows a kiss and goes back inside. and only when even parks the van outside their new apartment does isak exclaim and ‘wait what?’ and he immediately dials eskild’s number ‘what do you mean noora and eva showed you my picture? and i told you i didn’t know it was a gay bar, eskild!’ and even just smiles to himself and starts carrying their things up and when a few minutes later isak is about to cross the threshold, even is there to meet him with a long and sweet kiss and after they break apart even only murmurs ‘i love you baby but you seriously need to clear your browser history’. isak furrows his brows in confusion ‘what do you mean?’ and even tells him with a grin ‘i think jonas borrowed your phone today for something and he got the shock of his life when you saw what we googled the other day… you know the thing where you put your tongue up my-’ and isak covers even’s mouth before he can say it, feels his face go all blotchy pink ‘jonas saw that? and you’re telling me this just now? wait is that why he couldn’t look me in the eye all afternoon?!’ to which even just grins and shrugs his shoulders. and isak is all indignant ‘even, you should’ve told me! i can’t face jonas after that! and don’t even think there will be any christening tonight!’ but with all those endless kisses even makes him forget all about his embarrassment and in the evening when even has fallen asleep next to him isak gets a text from eskild ‘you know if for whatever reason you ever needed a place to stay i know a 5* basement that is always open to grumpy little gay sons’. isak never answers the text but he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

kenkishimoto  asked:

Can you write a one shot where livvy sets kitty up on a date? :)

omg yes i love this absolutelyyyyyy

(sorry it took so long!)

spoiler free :)

friendly reminder that i’m on my mobile because my computer isn’t working!

“I do *not* have a crush.”

Livvy giggled. “Your puppy dog eyes beg to differ.”

She was sitting in her computer room, her twin brother splayed across the couch beside her. She pulled her knees to her chest, rocking in her rolley chair. She looked at Ty, a smile creeping up her face. He had his arm thrown over his face, covering his eyes.

“I don’t have ‘puppy dog eyes,’” he grumbled.

“Yes,” Livvy said. “you do.”

Ty took his arm from his face and shifted into a sitting position. “That’s not fair,” he said.

“How is it not fair?” Livvy wrinkled her nose.

“It’s not fair that I have to have feelings that I can’t control.”

Livvy laughed and popped out her bottom lip into a pout. “Poor Ty-Ty. He’s human so that means he *has* to have feeling…”

Ty’s face began to give into a smile. “Technically I’m not all human. I am half angel.”

“And sometimes the human side gets the better of you.”

Ty heaved a heavy sigh and fell back on the couch. “So what do I do about it? Do I just tell him? How?”

An idea bubbled behind Livvy’s eyes. She shot up, her smile growing even wider. “I know!” she said. “I’ll set you guys up.”

Ty screwed up his face. “Set us up? What does that even mean?”

She sprang to her feet, already making her way to the door. “Don’t worry about it. Just give me twenty five minutes. If I’m not back by then, send a search party.” She winked at him before she rounded the corner to the hallway. Behind her, she heard Ty call after her: “Livia, what do you mean? A search party? Why, what are you doing?”

But she was already down the hall. She knew exactly where to head—the kitchen. It was where Kit could be found ninety percent of the time when he was avoiding responsibilities; which, of course, he was doing ninety-five percent of the time.

She ran down the stair, taking the steps two at a time. She rounded the corner to the kitchen and sure enough—Kit sat at the counter reading a book, a chocolate chip cookie in the other hand. She didn’t have time to note what book it was. She slid into the seat next to him with an enthusiastic “Hey!”

“Hi,” Kit said, his eyes full of questioning. “What’s up?”

She let out a sigh. “Oh, nothing. I’ve just been thinking about crushes lately.”

“Crushes? Why crushes? Do you have one?” He arched one eyebrow.

“No,” she said. “I guess I should have been more specific. I’ve been thinking about the massive crush you have on Ty.”

Kit froze. The smile and dropped from his face and his eyes went wide. “Who said I liked Ty?” he asked stiffly.

“Hmmm,” Livvy cooed. “I guess no one really *said* it. I guess it’s just evident from all the lingering stares and the way you talk to him and the pining—oh, *the pining*!”

“I do not pine!” he defended. “I do not have lingering stares and I do not talk to him any differently than I do you!”

“Stage one,” Livvy said, examining her nails. “Denial.”

“I’m not in denial. Denial of what?”

“Your crush.”

“I do not have a crush!” He slammed his hand on the table, sending his book skidding towards Livvy. She picked it up and looked at the title.

“And that’s why you’re reading Sherlock Holmes?”

Kit swallowed visibly. “It’s a classic.”

Livvy giggled and set the book down. “So I was thinking you two should go on your first date. After you ask him, of course.”

“Why are you tormenting me?” He put his head in his hands. “In mundane culture, this is a form of torture.”

“Hmm, I guess we should plan *how* you’re going to ask him first.”

Kit sighed.

***

Livvy sat in her hiding place above training room, looking down at Ty throwing knives at the target. She saw Kit walk in, running a hand through his hair nervously. She bit her lip, her mouth forming a smile. This was it. It was *finally* going to happen.

“Hey, Ty?” asked Kit as he neared.

“Yeah?” Ty responded, not taking his eyes from the target.

“Um, well, I was thinking…”

He trailed off. He looked up towards their hiding place and met Livvy’s eyes. She gave him an encouraging smile and motioned her hands as if to push him along.

“Thinking about what?” Ty turned to look at Kit. “I was actually thinking about bees lately. Did you know there are over twenty thousand species?”

“Really? Wow!” Kit said, happy to avoid what he was there to do. “That’s fascinating.”

Livvy slapped her palm to her forehead. Now was *not* the time to be talking about bees.

Kit saw her looking pointedly at him, her lips squeezed together. He sighed and turned his attention back to Ty, who was still talking about the different species of bees.

“Actually, Ty? I didn’t come here to talk about bees.” He cut him off.

Ty’s face dropped and his eyes found the ground. “Was I talking too much? Sorry. I was probably boring you.”

“No! No, it’s not that. I just have something to ask you.”

Ty lifted his eyes from the ground. “Yeah?”

“Do you want to go on a date? Like, with me?”

“Really?” Ty asked, his eyes lighting up. “You’d want to do that?”

“Well, uh, yeah. Yeah I would.” Livvy saw his face break into a smile at Ty’s excited expression.

“I’d love to!” Ty said. “Does this mean you have a crush on me? Livvy said when people have crushes they tell the other person, usually by asking them on a date.”

“Yeah,” Kit said. “I guess I do.”

Livvy rolled onto her back and put her hands to her mouth, hoping to mask the squeals escaping her before the boys noticed.

“Oh Deer”

JAMES POTTER FINDING OUT HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU WOULD INCLUDE…

+ nervous James with his cutie nervous ticks
+ and I mean ALL the nervous ticks
+ hair ruffling, biting his lip, being incredibly clumsy
+ like he’d constantly trip over desks and stuff
+ you know Sirius would make fun of him for it
+ but Sirius knows all about dude code so he’d never tell anyone
+ being in denial
+ “But why? Like, why?!?!?!”
+ Remus would be over it in like, two days
+ “Just TELL HER. It’s not like it’ll kill you.”
+ “But it will, Moony! I’ll die of awkwardness!”
+ overthinking things
+ “What if she doesn’t like my deer jokes? I can’t live without my deer jokes!”
+ so he decides to go undercover
+ and when I mean undercover I mean with all the cliche’s
+ he names it ‘Operation Smooth Deer’ and gets glasses and everything
+ Peter suggests that they set up cameras so that they can see how you react
+ Sirius and Remus end that real quick
+ because while James Potter is many things, he is not a stalker
+ he has emotional breakdowns frequently
+ but when he talks to you he’s smooth
+ after Lily he knows how to control himself
+ so he’ll be your friend but secretly freak whenever he’s alone
+ he’ll overanalyze every minute you two spend together
+ “Pads, I don’t think she liked that joke! Her laugh sounded fake!”
+ then it occurs to him that Sirius, Remus, and Peter know nothing of love
+ so he gets some female insight
+ you know I mean Lily Evans
+ so they’ll hang out and plot
+ and you might have suspicions that they are getting together
+ and you might ask James about them
+ and he totally plays it cool
+ or so he thinks
+ James thinks he’s really smooth but he’s really just a dork
+ so you kind of know that he has a crush but you don’t tell him
+ but he thinks you don’t know
+ and when he finally does tell you it’s totally adorable
+ it’s probably after a Quidditch Match
+ he just got changed and you guys are making your way to the afterparty
+ and you just told him he did amazing
+ and he lets it slip that he thinks your amazing
+ and normally that would be fine but he tries to awkwardly cover it up
+ and he ends up saying something about kissing
+ and how you’d be an amazing kisser
+ and then it’s your turn to be all smooth
+ and you guys kiss
+ and then he turns into a deer out of excitement and slips on the floor

AND FLUFFINESS ENSUES

I’m writing a fic that’s slowly straying further from “silly dirkjohn” to “John egberts trauma and why he refuses to admit he likes boys”

But I just can’t decide whether this boy is gay or bi. Honestly, if you’re looking at the comic you could go either way. He dates Vriska for a short period and generally makes comments about how according to Karkat he and Rose are supposed to be married, but I can’t help but read those as not genuine.

Vriska is a giant lesbian and there’s no way their relationship was at all fulfilling. John and the way he talks and interacts with girls just reads to me as someone not just closeted, but not coming to full realization of their orientation. But I can’t decide if John is bi, and he’s just heavily relying on the attraction he has to girls to ignore everything else, or if he’s gay and that attraction is something forced, some form of compulsory heterosexuality.
At 16 I vividly remember flirting with a boy I could tell was minorly into me because it felt wonderful and validating to have a boy paying attention to me, but then he tried to ask me out and I immediately felt sick.

And it goes further- at 19-20, why would John still be in denial about this? By then he’s got two very close friends in loving gay relationships, he’d witness firsthand Dave’s coming out.

You know, I think it ties into his dad. Homestuck has a lot to say about the toxic power of masculinity (just take a look at caliborn) but Dad is very much shown as a masculine figure too, though it’s just a neater and more specific aesthetic of masculinity. John loves his dad, that’s not under question, and his death affects him greatly. I almost wonder what a John would be like where his dad didn’t die when he was 13?

Maybe it’s not for a few years that John starts questioning things, but he’s sticking himself so rigidly to that standard of masculinity his father held up, and to him that includes being straight. John probably doesn’t have a lot of mentors and older people around him that are gay so to him being gay is being flamboyant and knowing from the second you’re born that you’re gay, and that’s unrelatable to him. His father was a good man, and John wants to be like his father, and liking men doesn’t fit anywhere in that.

This post got away from me but yeah closeted John speaks to me very much. I think I might go with gay? I’m still not sure I think either reading could hold weight.