A movie or show and you can see it in your fave characters eyes that they are going to make a stupid mistake and it’s not going to end well for anyone but especially your ship and your sat there yelling at them not to do it and then they do anyways…
You’re going to regret not making mistakes at 23. You live your life so meticulously that you’re not really changing from who you were last year. Believe me, age matters. Not saying that you can’t go on a failed tinder date at 33 or 43 but if you do it now, it’s just a stupid, silly thing. It doesn’t have to mean anything. And you need that, you need more stupid, silly things in your life.
Recolours (25) of @theslyd
Puma X Fenty Slides. I saw someone wearing these in for realz life and I was ‘ermagherd I have to have them’. But I have stupid feet that hurt when I don’t wear OldLady™ shoes, so alas I just have to be happy with recolours of these cuties instead.
In plain black, white, black/white and then with either plain coloured/patterned bows. Hope you like them - I think they look cute in game :)
i dont typically dream normal average life kind of stuff so pls imagine my delight when i dreamed i was dating a girl!!! we were walking down a boardwalk & we stopped to watch smth that is definitely more like my normal dreams - a courtroom situation, taking place on a houseboat, presided over by a very bored looking judge who was dressed in the most immaculate get up. she disembarked from the houseboat, striding up the gangway & my girlfriend & i waved & told her she did an amazing job. she sighed & walked away. we continued to walk. i remember also that there was something involving a rescue, but can’t recall the details. whatever it was, we ended up at my place. she was standing on one side of a ping pong table & i was on the other. not even the opposing ends like we were playing, we were just standing on the long sides of the table staring at each other.
“do you love me?” she asked. i somehow knew that this had been a long time coming. that i had been dating her but there was something else that occupied me. part of me that knew it was a dream feels bad. either real me doesn’t love her like she deserves, or dream me has put a divide between us. maybe i took the place of the me that was there originally. im not sure.
“i like you,” i told her & she nodded, like she too knew the answer had always been that. “i want to keep going, i think we can build to love.” i also really wanted to see her smile : but i wasn’t sure if it was because i wanted her to be happy, or because the guilt was weighing a little heavy. “you’re funny and smart and you’ve got the best ass i have ever seen in my life,” i told her & its true but i also think it must’ve been a running joke with us, because she grins first, broad & amused like she’s heard it a hundred times, & then she laughs. “i know it’s not what you want to hear,”
“it’s okay,” she said. “we can keep trying.”
there’s some other stuff i don’t remember: someone sitting on my back & grabbing a handful of my hair, laughing when i tell them to let go, & they snip off a handful & apparently immediately regretted it because they fled & i sat on the floor of the room & when my girlfriend returned she looked upset & suspicious & i didn’t know how to tell her that i hadn’t let someone else cut my hair, that it had happened by accident; my girlfriend & i walking into my bedroom & the “let’s keep trying” obviously hadn’t worked all that well because she’s sitting me down & we’re breaking up & isn’t that just some bullshit. the first time i get a girlfriend, fake as she might be, & we are breaking up; & then im casing out a floor of a building & slipping in through the window & there are people there - u never said there would be people here, Jonesy! but he didn’t know either & our comms go down & the whole bloody sting has been a setup but i can see the shipment we were after & it looks real enough so into the line of fire we go, & im pinned down against a wall & there she is.
she looks different in the uniform - plain black & deadly, im sure, & she’s taking My shipment but that stupid queer part of my heart is not as displeased as it should be. she looks like she’s having fun, she’s not bored anymore. she still looks immaculate.
I find very funny how a post about not being interested in the ethnicity of someone suddenly makes you … a racist? When in fact, it means the opposite, I thought it was obvious. Apparently are some people who don’t know us, hate us just because we only care about Floriana’s performance as Maggie and because we don’t hate her. Friends, there are some mentally unstable people out there, I can tell.
For those whose believe in that absurd thought (the one of racism), I don’t know if you just ignore what ethnicity means or you’re just stupid, and tbh, the racists here are you, because you’re discriminating against a “white” actress playing a latin role, yes racism works that way too… Btw, Floriana Lima is actually a Latin woman, so, think about another reason to hate her, probably it’ll be as ridiculous as this one.
Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW |
Request: Hello, first I want to write is that your stories are awfully
cute. (I have to admit that you’re doing the best for the Imagine Daryl). Well,
I thought, since I’m not so much experience in TWD, because I was in the fifth
series. I love stupid crap Merle. Brother Daryl. It occurred to me that the
reader will have to suffer the stupid crap Merle and Daryl she stands up, well
obviously, Smut. I do not know, it’s a proposal, but I think you would have to
grapple with it, I believe you can do it.
Summary: Season 1 Era. Before the pilot and before Merle is left on the
roof. Daryl and his brother Merle keep to the outskirts of the camp, Reader is
interested in Daryl and starts to try and act friendly toward him, only to end
up dealing with Merle constantly hitting on her and trying to grab on her.
Daryl finally has enough and tells Merle off. Smut ensues. Daryl claims her.
(Season 1 Daryl is so fun and Drunk Merle was also fun to write lol. Enjoy!)
Y/N stared across the way as she
absent mindedly helped Carol and Andrea fold laundry. You had just pulled all
the clean clothes of the line and were now going to work making sure everyone’s
laundry was folded and given back to them. “Woman’s work”, as Lori would call
it. You were never the type for, “woman’s work,” but you played along because
you were grateful the group had taken you in after the end of the world.
Your eyes haze over as your hands
work on their own and you focus in on the man who had your eye from the minute
you had found these people, Daryl Dixon. He had piercing blue eyes and a glare
that just about knocked the breath out of you every time he sent it your way.
You smile to yourself as your
eyes run down his dirt covered rippling muscled arms, over to his big barrel
chest that unfortunately was covered with a red and white cut off flannel
shirt. You imagined yourself popping open each button until his full form was
revealed in front of you. You looked down his legs and stared at the button of
his jean. You bite your lip as you imagine popping it open, sliding them down,
and setting free his cock. You rub your legs together imagining what it would
feel like pushing into you making you cry out for more.
Your thoughts were interrupted by
a throat clear. You snap eyes over and realize it is Carol’s voice. Carol and
Andrea stand there grinning to themselves.
“Why don’t you go on over and say
hello? You know you want to.” Carol nodded her knowing eyes your way.
“What about laundry duty?” You
“We got it. You go. Have fun.”
Andrea winks at you.
Your face turns a little read and
you smile sheepishly for a moment, before taking a deep breath of confidence,
turning your heels and walking quickly across the camp. You made a beeline for
Daryl and Merle’s setup which was all the way across the camp and way to the
back, a few yards away from everyone else. They had two tents set up side by
side, with their own fire pit in front of it and an old broken down car to
block potential random walkers who could come out of the woods behind the camp.
You dig your heels harder into
the dirt as you walk toward him. You smile when you see him hard at work
chopping wood, sweat glistening on his skin, radiating him in the bright
sunlight. Merle was drinking a beer watching his brother work away, not even
offering to help. You scoffed at Merle, you really didn’t like him. He was
always so rude and always trying to hit on Andrea when she clearly hated him.
He was one of those men you knew all too well back in the real world. Seems
that those were the only kind of men who survived now, but not Daryl; Daryl was
You watch as Daryl’s toned arms
lifted over his head, as he squared his feet, wiggling his hips a little,
before slamming the blade down into the wood below. The wood split swiftly in
two and dropped to the ground on either side of the big wooden stump. He breathed
heavily as he reached down, grabbed another log, and repeated his actions. He
grabbed another log and was about to raise his arms in the air to swing again,
when he noticed you approaching their camp.
His harsh eyes looked up your
body, slower than usual, making them to yours and piercing into your soul,
“What is it, sunshine?” He asked with attitude.
hey so i haven't always gotten the Best grades, mainly because i don't study well for tests. now that i'm entering 9th grade, though, i'd like to change that, but i'm not sure how. do you have any tips for to get my shit together and start studying better / getting better grades?
I applaud you for wanting to change your approach to grades! Some useful tips that have helped me through my high school experience:
ask questions in class. this is especially helpful for me in math bc it’s my toughest subject!! remember that there are no stupid questions, and it’s better to be safe than sorry. If you’re really embarrassed to ask for help, you can always talk to your teacher at break or after class.
ask your friends to tutor you. Idk about you but I have some seriously genius friends that I’m really close to. IF you don’t have time to ask for homework help while you’re at school, you can always have a tutor-sesh through Skype, FaceTime, or HouseParty!
check your grades frequently to see what you’re missing or need to catch up on. this will also help you to know how high you need to score on upcoming tests for you to go up a grade. the Grades app is perfect for this and I check it all the time!
put your phone away, leave it upstairs, or use it until it runs out of battery. even if you’re trying to convince yourself that it’s helping you study, it’s probably just tempting you to go on instagram every 5 minutes.
take breaks. let your eyes rest, eat something, drink some water, or go to the bathroom. going so much work at one time is NOT healthy for you mentally or physically!
don’t wait last minute to finish an assignment unless it is absolutely necessary!!! Set a small amount of time every day until the assignment is due to get it done little by little. That way, you’ll still have time to do assignments from other classes and you won’t be drowning in work the night before it’s due.
do the study guides even if you’re teacher isn’t going to grade them.
take advantage of the resources your teachers may put online. this could be anything from study guide pdf’s to videos.
my best advice to anyone trying to get their shit together is JUST START. Tbh starting is the hardest part. know what you have to do and take the time to do it. it won’t be easy or fast but you’ll be so grateful in the long run.
Oh, wonderful fat caterpillar, tumbling on the grass. I wonder what is running through your tiny rudimentary insect brain, you adorable dumbass.
April 5th, 1925 was when first contact with primordial civilization was made. January 21st, 2004 was when constant communications between contacts culminated in the transfer of smaller leafs to bigger leafs. This is good small progress, yet we need even bigger leafs. Larger leafs. I want a leaf the size of the world, yet it will be helpless to my munching. I want it to be sentient, it's little leaf cords replaced with vocal cords so I can hear it cry as I munch more trillions of kilos more than my body weight in leafs.
Yeah, you're probably thinking of nothing you stupid as shit caterpillar.
Prom was one of the stupidest things ever, and your best friend Dallas Winston couldn’t agree with you more. It was basically spending an insatiable amount of money on somewhat decent food, dresses that would only ever be worn once and probably be ruined in the process, and crazy ways to ask someone out, only to watch your entire grade grind on each other, and give the bitchiest girl and her boyfriend bigger egos.
Though, you did have a respect for it. It was sort of sweet, being able to celebrate surviving four years of hell, along with being able to spend one last night of fun with the people who made life bearable for those hellish years.
Despite hating school dances, because of the anxiety they provoked, you were actually looking forward to prom, though you would never admit it aloud. You were going to be going with a group of your close girlfriends, dragging along whomever of the gang you could convince to go; basically meaning forcing Steve, Soda and Two-Bit.
Despite not going to school, you had convinced Dally to go with the rest of you, through a bit of bribery, ending up having to resort to blackmail. Though, he wasn’t as upset as you thought he would be. Yes, he grumbled and whined a lot about it, but that was about it.
He begrudgingly agreed to go dress shopping with you and your friends, surprising the group of you when he picked out which would look best on your friends. He had asked you why you weren’t looking for a dress, to which you smirked slightly, saying that you would wait until they were slightly cheaper, not having enough money quite yet for the silver dress you had your eye on.
The week before the prom, you had managed to snag the dress you had wanted, and your friends were at your house, deciding which of them would get Soda as their date, them having collectively decided that Dally was your date, much to your chagrin. You had argued till you were blue in the face, saying that he was only your friend, them giving you a knowing look before rolling their eyes at you. You had rolled your eyes at them, laughing slightly as you walked to your kitchen to get a snack, ignoring their antics.
You heard the phone ring as you were in the kitchen, about to go pick it up, only to hear it stop ringing. You shrugged your shoulders, going back to find the secret stash of candy you had, only to find a bread roll instead. Shrugging over your loss, you started to eat it, not really caring that much.
“(Y/N)!” You heard your name being called, followed by giggling, and you were filled with a sense of uneasiness as you walked back to your room, looking at your friends who were giggling their asses off. “It’s for you.” You took the phone from them, only to have them laugh more.
“Hello?” You questioned, feeling as if you had just walked into a trap.
“(Y/N)?” You heard a gruff voice ask, your anxiety diminishing greatly at hearing the familiar voice.
“Yeah, Dal?” You asked, wanting to know why he was calling.
“What color should my tie be?” He asked, sounding as if he were looking through a pile of clothes.
“Why do you need a tie?” You asked, feeling completely confused, because you were expecting him to need you to bail him out of the cooler. Again.
“For prom, you dumbass.” He said as if you had some remote idea about what he was talking about. “After all, it was your wonder-fucking-ful idea for me to go.” He said, you ignoring his tone.
“Well, I don’t know. Why the hell are you asking me?” You asked, your confusion from earlier returning back ten times as powerful.
“Man, don’t the guys tie have to match the girls dress and all that shit?” He asked, starting to feel confused himself. If Ponyboy was messing with him about this thing, he would murder the kid.
“We’re going together?” You asked, having no idea what the fuck was happening.
“Aren’t we?” He asked, sounding as confused as you.
“Since when?” You asked. “ I didn’t ask you, and you didn’t ask me.” You said, looking around your room, as if it somehow had the answers to your questions. You waited for a few minutes, hearing no response, wondering if he had hung up on you. “Dally?”
“Shit.” You heard him whisper to himself. “I forgot to ask her.”
When you heard that, you snorted, trying to contain your laughter, though you were unsuccessful.
You laughed even harder, before you calmed down slightly. “Okay, I’m sorry.” You lied, with a huge smile on your face.
“No you’re not.”
“No, I’m not.” You agreed, before breaking into even more laughter, tears starting to fall. “It’s just so funny. Dallas Winston doing something for someone else.” You told him, laughing a bit harder.
“Shadup, before I let you go by yourself.” He said, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Silver.” You told him, your laughing subsiding into the occasional giggle, biting your lip slightly, waiting for his response.
“Hah?” He asked, feeling confused.
You smiled, biting you lip a bit more, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Your tie should be silver, but I don’t really care. Also, don’t bother with a corsage.” You told him, knowing that he wasn’t entirely sure of what he was supposed to do.
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, as he said, “Okay doll.” You laughed silently, as you heard him whisper “Yes,” imagining him doing a fist pump.
“See you then, ass.” You said in a playful voice, hanging up, turning back to your friends, them having a knowing look on their faces, getting ready to hear them say they told you so.
you know since the time I started drawing pocket sized bts my dream (kinda stupid dream BUT whatever) was to make a shirt where you can drag down the shirt pocket and it’d be like a chibi bts or some shit LMAO… like bunny ears on the outside and you pull down the pocket to reveal jungkook idk 😂😂😂 (my attempt to be lowkey BTS stan) SORRY dumb idea of the day im gone
like this concept but not w that middle finger obv 😂😂😂
i’m so sick and tired of women being swept under the rug for male characters that, should their positions be reversed, would be revered . stop erasing bi / gay / queer women , stop fetishizing wlm . stop . stop . stop . you can’t boil us down and fit the tropes you need in order to dismiss us . fuck off . there isn’t some pre-requisite for smarmy little fangirls who would rather bathe in their forced mslash . no superior intellect in closeted misogyny . bye !!
I find it hilariously dumb that SOME Roman fans blame racism on the way he’s TREATED by the WWE Universe. It’s not racism. You can’t just automatically assume that the people who boo him are racist. That’s Stupid.
They believe that It’s his family and his booking. People think that because he’s from a prominent wrestling family he gets handed things. Those idiot haters say that he doesn’t deserve to get put over more popular wrestlers. That he shouldn’t have won the WWE Title before he had a go at the US or Intercontinental. It doesn’t matter if he’s Somoan. If his wrestling family was White, Black, Hispanic, Asian, etc he would still get this heat.
I’m not a Roman Reigns fan, but I am not gonna deny the amount of in-ring talent that he has. He works hard to make his family proud and I have a lot of respect for men who work as hard as he does.
And the people who somehow blame the Shield members for each other’s success and failures are also dumb.
Besides the obvious dumb reasons for the hate, another could be that they feel entitled to their opinion. That they should be the ones to decide this shit. In addition to the fact that booing him is “popular”.
As a Black woman who does her research I am all for calling out racism when I see it. But saying that the wrestling fans who boo Roman are racist is unnecessary and takes away the focus from true racism.
EDIT: I copied and pasted it from another blog and I forgot to add the other part. The part I forgot to add was “Though I don’t deny that there are some racist fans out there, to say that everyone boos him for that reason alone is ignorant. I’m not blind to the signs of racism. But If it was true, Then why does the Rock get so much love and Roman doesn’t? Why was Umaga so popular? And why are Roman’s merch sales higher than Cena’s? There are a lot of fans out there who feel entitled.
I just wanted to ask "why haven't I seen your art before?", it's just SO amazing. It gives the character life and a simple expretion, I can't even say a word, just like WOW! Sorry for that stupid ask, but i needed to appreciate you more. ps.: you made me start reading More than Human by sbj, i'm loving it!
ahh this is so nice! i love msgs like these :D and yeaahh sbj mth is amazingggg
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.
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.
“Chanyeol…he’s the one that I’ve been thinking about,” you say, taking a sip of you tea, only to find out that it’s scalding hot.
“That over sized man-child is what you’ve been thinking about?” Kyungsoo crosses his arms across his chest. “Chanyeol? Really? Why of all people him?”
You cough. “Well…he’s very nice to me…and he’s interested in getting to know me…plus he’s really tall and acts kinda like a puppy?”
Kyungsoo looks at you suspiciously. “You don’t sound very sure about that.”
“No, I guess I don’t,” you say, taking a bite of the bingsoo. The sweet taste of the red beans combined with the shaved ice and a piece of jujube explodes on your tongue and you almost moan at how good it tastes.
He sighs in defeat. “I should probably stop while I’m ahead. I’ve gotten what I can out of you.”
You grin. “If only you could read my mind.”
It’s 3 AM and you’re struggling to sleep. No matter what you do, you can’t stop evaluating everything about Kyungsoo and your relationship. This had never happened before. Evaluating your relationship with him means you’re evaluating your feelings for him. That’s scary. Feelings are scary. Especially if they’re anything but platonic for your best friend, who you most certainly do not want to scare away.
You toss around in your bed, trying to get comfortable. Nothing really works. Sometimes, if you can’t sleep, you reach around to try to find Kyungsoo, but this wasn’t one of the nights that he stays over. Most of the time, you find yourself staying over at Kyungsoo’s or sometimes you find him staying over at yours. It’s quite comforting, in a way. He’s very warm and quite comfy, like a nice pillow.
You sigh. Kyungsoo is just someone that’s so special to you that you don’t ever want to let go. He helps you out of your shell. He spends hours of his life with you. He cooks for you. He helps clean your apartment with you. He often sleeps over with you. He argues with you if you are ever tempted to adopt a dog even though your apartment building doesn’t allow pets. He makes sure you get home on time. He makes sure you’re awake and caffeinated for the day. He listens to you if you need someone to talk to. He appreciates your talents and encourages them.
This isn’t fair. Why are you the one who has to reevaluate an entire relationship at 3 AM? Why can’t Kyungsoo be the one who’s up all night thinking about everything you did with him? Why does it have to be you?
Kyungsoo is just so…so…different from anyone you’ve ever met. Your friends say that you two are practically married at this point. Whenever they say that, you two always laugh it off, but something in your heart feels strange whenever they mention it. Maybe they’re right. Maybe you two are almost like a married couple.
You groan in frustration. Kyungsoo is an amazing person. He’s a gentleman, kind and respectful. He knows when to be professional and he knows when to be silly. He seems so rude and cut off from the world at first, but then you get to know him, and he’s this giant fluff ball with penguin boxers and a lot of sass. He’s so particular. So very very particular. With his minimalist art he has lined up on his walls, those cat slippers he got for you because he knows how much you like cats, and his amazing chef skills, he’s almost too good to be true.
Besides being a sweetheart and kind to literally everyone he meets, he’s also physically stunning. Absolutely stunning. With his heart shaped lips and well defined arms, he’s stunning. You’ve seen the way your co-workers have eyed him and remember the way that made you feel. It made you feel all yucky and annoyed all of a sudden. They would take one glance at him and just start giggling. It was even worse at restaurants. If the waitress or waiter was interested, they would flirt with him, and that happened quite often. It wasn’t like you’d get jealous or anything. It’s not like you love him. Right?
You’re totally, head-over-heals in love with your best friend. You slap your hand across your face and groan again, but this time louder. It’s not like you can help it. This is the first time you’ve come to terms with your feelings for him and you don’t like it. Not one bit.
The next morning scares you and you don’t want to get out of bed. Getting out of bed means having to see Kyungsoo. And having to see Kyungsoo means that you’ll have to face the reality of your newly discovered feelings. That doesn’t sound very appealing to you. So instead of facing your feelings head on, you decide to run from them.
You end up calling in sick that day. Which is technically not a lie, as your stomach feels queasy and your head is kind of pounding. That and you hadn’t taken a sick day for the past five months, so might as well now. Thankfully there aren’t any big shoots to do today, as the big one was yesterday. Today would have just consisted of going through the photos and deciding which ones would work best in the magazine. Being the person who contacts designers and formulates the outfits you weren’t really needed anyway. Besides, you wouldn’t have to face Kyungsoo today anyway.
Kyungsoo ends up texting you, asking if you’re alive, if you’ve eaten, whether or not you’ve taken any medicine, or drank anything today. Honestly, you don’t know how he knew you called in sick. He doesn’t even work at your building. Maybe he was there as the executives were choosing the photos. You’ll never really know.
You’re sick? why didn’t you tell me?
I dunno. I don’t even feel that bad. I guess I just kinda wanted a break or something.
did you eat anything today?
yea…some crackers and half a carrot
that’s not enough.
i’m not even that hungry
regardless, I’m gonna bring you some soup
Dude you have your own job. Stay being responsible and do your job, you little shit
here I am, being an amazing best friend, bringing you soup when you’re sick and still under-appreciated. how rude of you.
you’re at WORK now, penguin man. you don’t need to bring me soup.
I’m bringing you soup. Did you drink anything today?
yes, mom, i drank some juice and water.
why are you still sassy when you’re sick
I SAID IM NOT EVEN THAT SICK AND EVEN IN GENERAL IM NOT SASSY OMFG
still. let me in when i get to your apartment.
You throw your phone down onto your bed in frustration. All you really want to do is avoid Kyungsoo at all costs. And he’s not letting you even try to avoid him. Telling him that you just recently realized your feelings for him will absolutely ruin your friendship with him. You’re about 100% sure he doesn’t feel the same way about you. How could he anyway? The thought of him ever having feelings for you makes you laugh. Why would he like you? He’s so intricate and you’re just…well you’re just you.
You decide to get up and wait in the living room for him. You plop yourself down onto your couch with your laptop and decide to watch an episode of Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. The beautiful Ahn Min Hyuk should help distract you from Kyungsoo and his adorable pout and cute lips and kind smile and good heart and fuck where were you going with this thought.
Halfway through a particularly good episode, a knock sounds from your door. You sigh. There’s absolutely no way to avoid this, is there? Another knock sounds at your door, confirming that there is not one single way to avoid this. At all.
You sluggishly make your way to the door and open it, to reveal Kyungsoo, with multiple grocery bags full of ingredients.
“I wasn’t sure what type of soup you wanted, so I got lots of things.”
Damn him. Damn him and his thoughtfulness.
“How is your boss okay with this?” you ask, opening the door wider for him to maneuver in with all those bags.
He sets the bags down on your kitchen counter and begins unpacking the food. “He knows how close we are. He also thinks we’re secretly married.”
You pray hard that your face isn’t red.
“Damn, your face is really red. Just how sick are you?”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. “I said already, I’m not really sick at all. You don’t need to make me any soup.”
He still doesn’t stop unloading the groceries. “I’m still making you soup. Besides, it was about time to restock your fridge.”
You sigh in defeat and sit on the counter next to the stove. “You don’t need to. I don’t need you to baby me.”
Kyungsoo smirks and a comfortable silence falls between you both. It’s moments like these where you’re going to struggle trying to keep these feelings to yourself. It’s not like you can help it. He’s just such…such boyfriend material, you know? Especially when he’s wearing that jean jacket and those ripped black jeans. And most specially when he’s preparing the vegetables for the soup.
“So, you’ve been thinking about Chanyeol lately, huh?” Kyungsoo breaks the silence. He looks over at you expectantly. There’s something in his eyes that scares you.
“I guess so,” you sigh. “He’s very tall and easy to notice. That and he works with you, so I get to see him a lot.”
“He asked about you today, you know.” He starts to slice the carrots. “As I was leaving, he asked if you were okay and if I would say hi to you for him.”
This surprises you. “Really? He did? That’s so sweet of him.” Thinking about all these boyfriend vibes you’re getting from Kyungsoo is making you wonder how long these feelings have been repressed for. Especially as you notice how this is exactly how you two usually act. Maybe you can date Chanyeol as a way to get your mind off of Kyungsoo. But then again, wouldn’t that technically be using Chanyeol? Maybe if you explained your situation to Chanyeol he would understand your predicament.
A glare is shot your way. “I don’t like him,” he says, turning back to his carrots.
“Why? He’s a nice guy and he brings me coffee every once and a while.”
“He does what now?”
“Brings me coffee,” you say. Why the hell is Kyungsoo getting all riled up? “Is there anything wrong with that?”
“No,” he says. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it. I just don’t really see him as someone you could be with.”
That catches you off guard. “Someone I could be with? Kyungsoo, he’s adorable and sweet plus he’s tall and got cute ears. I can see myself with him.” You say that to Kyungsoo, but somehow, it feels more like you’re saying it to yourself. Chanyeol is a great guy in all, but he’s not Kyungsoo.
“Well, who am I to stop you then?” he replies shortly. “Date him if you want to. I’m not going to stop you.”
“Dummy,” you say, hopping off of the counter and going to steal a piece of carrot. “I don’t even know if he likes me or not.”
“He told me he thinks you’re cute,” Kyungsoo says as he cuts a second piece of celery into small slices.
Really? That was unexpected. Still, you hope that Chanyeol will be understanding of your problem when you tell him. Why of all people do you have to struggle with these stupid feelings for your best friend? Why?
“Then tomorrow I’ll get his number,” you declare, grinning. “If he thinks I’m cute then there’s a mutual attraction somewhere.”
“Yeah, I guess there is,” he says as he throws a pinch of salt into the soup pot.
The next day starts almost exactly the same way the previous one had. You don’t want to face Kyungsoo again and the world at all. But you know if you could face him for a few hours yesterday, then today shouldn’t be so bad. How people with unrequited love survive, you’ll never know. You guess you’ll find out.
You drag yourself from your bed to get ready. Your apartment seems colder than usual now that you’re not in your warm bed, bundled in your sheets. Typically you’d keep the apartment a bit colder than a typical indoor temperature. It’s easier to put on clothing if you’re cold than to take off clothing if your hot. You dig through your closet to find something presentable and strip out of your pajamas to change.
You make a quick breakfast of eggs and toast before grabbing your phone and wallet and leaving your apartment to take the bus to your work building. The ride isn’t very long, thankfully, and once you arrive, you rush into the building. You aren’t late at all, as a matter of fact you’re quite early, but just the thought of the possibility of running into Kyungsoo scares you.
You successfully avoid seeing Kyungsoo on your way in, but the person standing at your desk confuses you. He’s facing away from you, but judging by the tall and lanky body, it’s probably Chanyeol.
“Morning!” you cheerily quip as you make your way around your desk to set your things down. The tall man smiles back at you, and holds a cup of coffee out to you. His face is slightly dusted pink.
“I-Kyungsoo told me tha-that you’re interested in getting to know me better,” he says, as you take the coffee from him and smile.
“He did?” you say as you blow on the coffee to try to cool it down. “Well, he wouldn’t be wrong, per say…but I wanted to talk to you about something.”
His eyebrows raise. “You do? How about over coffee this evening then? After work? I mean, after all, we’re still reviewing the photos today so I usually get off at the same time as you.”
You nod in confirmation. “That’d be nice, sure.”
You know that the after work coffee runs are usually exclusively you and Kyungsoo, but today, you just still want to run from your feelings once again. Yesterday, Kyungsoo literally forced you to interact with him, being the giant sweetheart that he is, just so he could take care of you. Gah, why is he so sweet?
Chanyeol leaves your desk after people begin coming into the well decorated office space the fashion team was assigned to and gives you a wave over his shoulder. Thankfully, you only have to write the rough draft of a column describing the dress and how it was worn. The writing part was never the easiest part of your job, but you still liked the way the words just flowed onto the document at sometimes. It made you feel better about your writing skills.
According to the subscribers of the magazine, they quite liked and appreciated your input and facts about the outfits. Which was surprising to you, as you had never really thought that your facts and tips were all that special. But apparently they were. It always boosts your self esteem whenever you read a good review, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like you actually accomplished something good in your life.
The day went by fast. Kyungsoo had texted you occasionally, sending sneaky pictures of Chanyeol and saying stupid things like
wow look at that hunk ammi right?
why him tho
hey look there he goes
visiting his princess maybe?
btw im meeting with him after work, so today’s evening coffee run will have to be postponed one day
oh come on
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
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
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.
like really he’s sulking and pouting like a baby
he’s such trash for you
how is this possible.
I think he’s scrolling through his photos of you
holy shit man
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.”
“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.”
“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.”
He leans forward again, elbows on his knees. “So? Will you do it?”
You contemplate this. Maybe seeing Chanyeol would be a good way to get over Kyungsoo. Although Chanyeol just wants to “date” you for the sake of making Kyungsoo jealous (which you highly doubt will actually happen). This could help though. It’s better than telling Kyungsoo how you feel and risking losing your best friend.
You sigh. “Might as well.”
Chanyeol grins. “Let’s do this thing.”
Chanyeol’s plan is put into action the next day. You had exchanged numbers the previous day, and discussed the details over the night. The next day, you are to eat lunch with Chanyeol, possibly inviting Kyungsoo along if he so happened to be around (which he was most likely going to be). Chanyeol will be blatantly flirting and you’re pretty sure you’ll have to play along. You know this is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. Really, trying to possibly make Kyungsoo jealous? You? It was like trying to make a penguin jealous of a cat’s milk or something, it didn’t make sense nor did you think that would ever happen.
Regardless, when lunch comes around the next day, you wave a brief goodbye to Jiwoo and the rest of the team and leave to find Chanyeol. You still don’t think it’s going to make any effect on Kyungsoo at all. It just seems so ridiculous to you.
You meet Chanyeol outside of your building. He’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and a sly smile on his face. You approach him cautiously.
“What’s with the face?” you ask, worried that he did something stupid. Again.
He scratches the back of his neck. “I invited Kyungsoo along with us.”
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.”
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!
I’ve had salty people laugh at me at results screen for having thousands of ARAM games, just above a hundred normals, and no Ranked. First off: I’ve mostly only played normals to get mastery tokens since the levels 6/7 came out. Second: I play ARAMs and rotating game modes as I find them more fun. Third: I haven’t played ranked since I made my account years ago as I don’t really find any use for the borders, while masteries you can at least flash as a joke when you do something stupid.
hey all you guys constantly shitting on the humans are weird/humans are space orcs/humans are space oddities/humans fuck yeah posts
can you find your fucking chill????
we’ve been living our entire lives surrounded by science fiction insisting all alien life is either vastly superior to us, vastly superior and wants to kill us, or entirely unintelligent. we’ve been told we’re nothing special, and these “stupid annoying chain posts” push us into an age where we could be equal or better in any capacity, where we start to realize the life out there could be anything, on any level of intelligence
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One of the most annoying parts of any break-up is all the stupid little everyday things that remind you of him afterwards. Inevitably, the longer you date, the more of these things there are.
It can be haunting at first. Turning on the radio in the car is no longer safe, because who knows what traumatizing song the DJs might play. You see his favorite kind of pre-packaged cookie at the grocery store. Someone else orders iced tea at the restaurant, and of course, that makes you think of him. He didn’t even like wine, (really, that should’ve been a clue things weren’t going to work out) but somehow, despite that, the wine section of the liquor store manages to remind you of him. And then it reminds you of that other boy you spent years splitting bottle of Italian reds with, and the thought spiral continues.
The list can go on and on and on. That great breakfast sandwich places you always went to together on Sundays, maybe the entire city where you reunited for a weekend once, maybe the neighborhood he said you two should settle down in, or the park where he told you that he loved you for the first time. Any roads you once drove down together, any of the places you went together, the places you were going to go together… They’re all fair game when it’s haunting season.
But see, I knew it was time to call a closing on this haunting season when I was weirdly losing it at Chipotle the other night. I went to Chipotle for the first time in high school. It has nothing to do with him. Okay, maybe I went there with him a few times, but c’mon girl. Pull it together.
He can’t have this one. Somehow, that crossed the line. I’ve had at least three very serious boyfriends since the first time I went to a Chipotle. And I’m not going to even try to count how many other people I’ve casually dated and possibly gone to Chipotle with in the past decade. Not that it’s any of your business anyway, but I’m no floozy, and I’d still guess I’ve been to Chipotle with more than 10 boys I’ve been varying levels of romantically interested in.
Anyway, that’s not the point. The real point is, he doesn’t get Chipotle. I’m just not going to let him have it. And I went to that breakfast sandwich place long before I knew him, so I’m claiming that one as my own too. And you know what, that other boy might have been part of the reason I learned to like coffee, but I think I’ve proudly taken over that habit as my own now. I’m claiming that one as mine too. He does’t get it all. None of them do.
That breakfast sandwich place? I went there this morning. The sandwiches are still awesome. Best in the city, if you ask me.