#friendzone pod

[cherry-leclerc]

purely platonic ☆ ln4

genre: fluff, maybe a bit of angst??, secret crushes, just two idiots who can't read the room of what we call 'feeeelingsss', they friendzone each other without knowing they're friendzoning each other BAHA

word count: 3.8k

It goes without saying that you and Lando are like two peas in a pod; always finding something to do. But when things suddenly shift after the summer break, it leaves you two to settle with the idea of one another with a rather doubtful mind.

req!...got this one a long time ago and the request was kind of confusing?? but i tried to make something out of it hahaha enjoyyy??

“Does this top make my boobs look big?”

Lando’s watercolor eyes quirk up, squint, then shakes his head full of curls. “You don’t have much to worry about.”

You muster a dirty glare before prancing over to the mirror, picking up a tube of gloss, laying it onto your plump lips. When you first started working at McLaren, you never truly thought you would end up here, on holidays with a witty British driver, but your friendship had blossomed rather quickly.

Don’t bother—they taste like absolute rubber.

Looking up to face the mysterious voice, you awkwardly choke, dainty hand dropping the last chocolate wafer. 

Have you tried them?

Lando grins widely before reaching out to pick it up and popping it into his mouth. He winks.

Mmm. New recipe or something like that.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” you call out, pulling the baby voice he hates with a strong passion. Rolling his eyes, he kicks his feet against the bed frame, twisting like a pretzel. As long as I don’t get a ransom call, then yes. Go. You’re giddy with excitement; pick up your purse, spray some perfume—probably the entire bottle—and finally peck his cheek, to which he grimaces, instantly pulling away. 

“Make sure to wake me up once you’re back.”

You do. Patting him, you eagerly bounce up and down against the fluffy mattress. “Brazil was a mistake.” His lashes flutter tiredly, skin slightly pink from rubbing his eyelids. Why? Folding your legs beneath your butt, you huff, tangled hair flying towards him. He can almost smell the sea salt that lingers onto your clothes, the scent of aperol spritz. It makes him wonder how many you’ve taken as he props up against his elbows, dark brows drawn together with attentiveness. 

“First of all, I paid for the entire thing.” No, he gasps. You nod, pursing your lips tightly. “I’ve never seen someone so tan turn paper white in a matter of seconds. It was quite fascinating, actually. Sucks,” you ponder, shoulders dropping drastically. “He was stupidly gorgeous too.” 

I hate it when they do that. You laugh, eyes crinkling with true emotions for the first time that night. “He did dance like a pro though, oh God, I could barely keep up.” A lazy arm flies up to massage your neck, wincing as if you’ve just stubbed your toe against a brick wall. “I might have to see a chiro.” Tapping your finger against your chin, you close your eyes. “After all that, he invited me back to his place.”

The Brit sits up straight away, turns on the lamp that sits besides him. “Why are you here then?” he screeches. You curl a brow. The fuck is that supposed to mean? Lando sighs heavily and rubs his temples before flashing you with a pair of stern eyes. “We’re here to have fun, remember? Sex, sex, sex. That’s our priority.” The twenty-four year old relaxes against the comfy pillows. “We made a pact.”

“But I just—” You become visibly green, too grossed out with the idea. “He was handsome—don't get me wrong—a fucking hunk.” He gags. “Probably had a massive dick.” You’re disgusting! A giggle erupts while you wiggle your way underneath the covers. “But I think I need to form an actual connection with someone in order to actually…yeah. A connection.”

It was about five months ago that you got dumped. Constant travels, not enough quality time. Too much work, not enough fucking. Far too lovey dovey eyes batted towards a certain brunette—that’s where you drew the line. You stood up for yourself; for Lando. It had taken you years to gain his trust and now that you had an unbreakable bond, you weren’t going to let the first insecure man make you feel like shit for it. But he didn’t like it, leaving you to cry on someone else’s shoulder. 

For some factor, the Brit felt bad. Perhaps it was his fault—perhaps he did intervene—but he was pissed too. For the way your ex had treated you, for him even considering the twenty-four year old would hit on somebody’s girlfriend. He knew the difference between flirting and a platonic relationship. Yeah. You were better off.

Brazil was great. Summer break was great. One night stands were great. At least he thought so.

Placing his hands over his broad chest, he releases a breath. “That’s actually pretty cute.” A sudden growl slides up your throat as you kick his shin. He scoots further away. “I only suggested because I thought it’d help…”

“Now you know.” A beat. “I can’t keep up with the Sex God.” Loopy eyes flicker over at him. “I’m talking about you, Sex Machine. Sex enthusiast. Can’t keep it in his pants— ”

He gruffs. “Understood.” He steals the blanket away as you squeal, hands flying out to tug it back towards your body. “Loud and clear.”

-

He had a plan to visit as many places as possible, and while that was fun for a while, you reasonably started to miss home. I’m tapping out, you would declare when you got to Bali, enjoying the view with an exhausted state. Last one. But he would somehow, always, convince you. There’d be too much to see. Too much to experience. And you would stay.

It’s only up until Australia where you find yourself taking an actual break. Maybe it was because you were staying at Daniel’s, but you were grateful nonetheless. Days consisted of hikes, rodeos, undercooked steak, wine, and dirt biking. Quite fun—definitely better than being back home feeding your pet fish. Ms. Lockwood has it all taken care of, thank you very much. 

“This is nice,” the Australian murmurs as he bites down on a slice of pizza. “I’m glad you guys made a pitstop.”

Wandering eyes roam the open field, dusty boots kicked up against his car. “Us too.”

Lando clicks his tongue knowingly, tilting his head at you as you hush him. For once in his life, he was glad to have someone around. Oftentimes, there’d be moments where people would assume you two were dating—possibly even married—but it was simply an unhinged friendship. Exactly what he was looking for. Thank God all of that is over now.

“How long have you two been together?” Heidi asks sweetly, leaning against her boyfriend. Mid-sip, you spit, red wine painting Lando’s white tee. Bloody hell, he moans, drying his face with the back of his hand. “Sorry,” you gurgle. “We’re not…” When you gag, the Brit scoffs.

“She’s too immature. You think I would willingly sign up for that?” The couple share a skeptical glance, eyebrows raised to where he hands you a napkin. “Come on, mate, who do you take me for?”

As you both make your way over to the house, Daniel and Heidi settle into a deep conversation. There was not a single doubt within them that you two weren’t meant for one another. It made perfect sense—but why were you both so blinded to the idea? 

“Hmm,” the blond says. “Two months of traveling together? That just doesn’t happen.” Heidi spins on her heel, facing the Australian. “There’s obviously a connection between them.”

-

Men like you are the reason I left Finland. Men like you are the reason I left Finland. A sip of water. Men like you are the reason I left Finla—

“What are you even talking about?” Lando groans from his seat. Peeking over at him, you shrug, and continue mumbling. “For the love of God, must you keep repeating yourself? You’re making a simple twenty minute drive feel like four hours—stop it already.” 

Coldly glaring at him, you pinch your face like a clam and point a narrow finger at him. “Men like you are the reason I left Finland.”

The Brit lets out a scream and jumps towards you, slapping a large hand over your mouth. You squirm for a good minute before biting down, forcing him to pull away with a sudden hiss. “Rascal.”

The view was breathtaking; the white snow, the green trees, the sunlight beaming from afar. His agenda continued and you kept tagging along. You’ve never visited, so everything was a pleasing journey. Staring out the foggy window of the van, you pout, pondering. “You’ve seriously never watched Confessions of a Shopaholic?���

“A Cock-A-Who?”

You laugh. “Not even close. I’m not doing this again.”

You’re sure you get frostbite by the end of the day, but the Northern Lights make up for it. After snapping a couple thousand pictures, you finally settle down on the snow next to him. “Hey.” A white puff exits his mouth, chapped lips. 

“Hey.”

The silence prolongs, then you let out a sore cough, taking a sip of hot chocolate. You can’t help but roll your eyes when you barely get a drop, realizing he had finished it all while you weren't looking. “Out of all the places we’ve been to, this has to be my favorite.” You direct your attention over to him. “Thank you for bringing me along. It means a lot.”

“Ah. Don’t mention it.”

You hum. “I never get bored of you.” You can hear his snowsuit scratch as he shifts to face you, wide eyes admiring the colorful lights. “I keep thinking I might—even just a little bit—but I don’t. It’s weird.”

He chuckles, relaxing. “I’m glad you haven’t. We’ve been traveling for a while now, so if that were the case, then I’d be worried.”

Pursing your lips, you let out a sheepish grin. “You’re like…the Suze to my Rebecca.”

“Is that supposed to be a good thing?”

Finally, you turn to him, taking in his puppy lost state. Specks of snowflakes cling onto his long lashes, the bridge of his nose is beet red, a hint of dried blood coats his overly frozen lips. Patting his shoulder, you let out a light whistle.

“Let’s just say, I never want to leave Finland.”

-

The season picks up once again, and so do the travels. But they’re not the same. Maybe it has to do with the fact that it’s not only you two anymore. Sure, you have your friends, but…it’s not the same. The thought alone is confusing, but you don’t let yourself think about it too long. Running after Oscar, you hand him a black binder. “What's this?”

“Not sure. Zak just wants you to read over it before the meeting.”

Frantically, he skims the white pages, flipping eagerly. You giggle. “I know it looks bad, but it’s not!” The Australian barely has a chance to protest before you skip away, shooting a quick thumbs up. “Take notes!”

Reaching the familiar dressing room, you find yourself gently knocking, foot tapping against the tiles. He swings open with a loopy grin. “Hey.”

“Hey.” A beat. “Meeting in ten minutes. Don’t be late.”

He nods. “Is there anything I should go over?”

You shake your head, extending a singular piece of paper towards the British driver. “As long as you go over these notes, then you’ll do just fine.” You take a step back. “Ten, Lando, ten.”

“Got it.”

You’re the last one entering the crowded conference room, teasing snickers spilling from McLaren colleagues. Zak claps loudly. “Great! Let’s get started.”

You’re bored halfway through, zoned out, doodling onto your notebook. You were aware of everything, so you suppose it didn’t really matter. Gray led slides coolly. A sharp sound rips you away from your daydreaming as you look up, eyes flickering between the three main men.

“I wasn’t aware there was any special treatment.” His accent is laced with humor, brown eyes drifting over to you. You curl a brow at Oscar. 

Zak chuckles. “I wasn’t either.” 

Once the meeting is adjourned, Lando strolls over to where you sprawl onto a row of chairs, blanked out. He swallows a chuckle down. “You alright?”

“What have I done?” You sit up, maniatic eyes dancing . “I’ve never done that before—not intentionally.”

The Brit closes an eye teasingly before releasing. “The notes?”

Leaping up, you march over to him. “Yes, the notes! Since when do I sum up things for your benefit? God, I didn’t even think about Oscar…”

“I’m sure you weren’t thinking straight. We all know you like to help both of us out.”

A queasy feeling flips inside of you as you tilt your head. He was right. You got caught up, made one set of bullet points, and coincidentally gave it to Lando. No further meaning.

“I need coffee.”

-

As soon as you bolted out of McLaren Hospitality, Lando made his way through the paddock. “Norris,” a deep voice calls out. Alex grins widely, jogging closer. 

“Done for the day?”

Alex nods. “What about you?”

“I think so. Had my last meeting. Reckon I should be good.”

The Williams drivers shimmies with a low chuckle. “Why are you still here then?”

The Brit freezes. “I actually don’t know…”

Huh, Alex hums. 

“You’re looking for someone?”

He unfreezes, chest tightening. “I don’t know.”

-

“Hey, hey, watch out.”

“Daniel!” you shriek. He lets out a toothy smile, extending his arm out as a silent greeting, cup of coffee in hand. You rip it away, taking a large chug. “Thank you—gotta to go.”

“Wait.” He reaches for the hem of your shirt, stopping you from slipping away. “Are you okay? You look a bit…” He motions a crazy sign. You glare back at him. 

“I need air, I need air,” you gasp, zigzagging past him. Running after you, he hauls you into the nearest restroom. You screech, panicking. “Air, Daniel, air.”

“What happened?”

Something in his voice tells you he knows. You don’t want him to know. How could anyone know what you don’t even know? No one can know. 

“You’re right—I’m losing my mind.” You step out of his embrace. “Let me out before I kill you.”

Brown eyes stare back in amusement. “You can be honest with me.”

“I’ll scream, Daniel.”

“Be honest with yourself.”

“I’m a black belt. My limits are endless.”

“Just say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say it.”

You close your eyes, groan, and kick the wall. “Shit, I like Lando.”

Heavy pants, desperate huffs. Anticipating eyes, nervous fiddling with your hair. His lack of response makes it all worse. 

Daniel clicks his tongue. “I knew it.”

-

“Want anything?” he asks, gazing up at the wall of foreign treats. Singapore knew what they were doing. Your voice catches, releases, then wave him off. Weird, he thinks to himself, but continues to pay for his own sweets. The way you prance around the small convenient store makes him smile, occasionally making sure you were still there.

“I won’t be going to the next race. Thought you should know.”

It obviously catches him off guard as he spins to face you with a neutral expression. He’s good at hiding things—feelings. 

“I…um…” He coughs. “Can I ask why?”

“It’s my Nana’s birthday.” A beat. “She only has so many left, dude.”

The Brit would love to relax and laugh at your dark humor, but one simple word makes him deflate, nodding along with a sheepish look. He hands you a bag of penguin gummies. “From me, to her.”

The colorful bag crunches against your touch, awkwardly beaming at it, then looking up into his soft stare. “She has diabetes, but thanks.”

-

He realizes just how much he misses you once you jump onto the plane back home. He had been kind enough to offer to drive you to the airport, and you had been rude enough to decline. A weak exchange of words ensued between you two before reluctantly coming to an agreement.

Here is fine!

Blue eyes wander the busy drop off zone; humming with concern. 

Let me help you with your bags, then.

No! Drive safe, Lando. Oh—and make sure to take your vitamins! 

The British driver wonders why he feels different; pacing the room back and forth. Vitamin C is important. He eyes his watch. That’s probably why—he forgot to take them. Or maybe it was his biotin. 

“Mate! You have my charger!” The twenty-four year old gazes at his taking door and makes his way over. Daniel stands with loopy eyes, half shaved mustache. “Bon Iver died mid-For Emma, so you better hurry and give it to me.”

“I have it right here, chill.” The Australian invited himself in, brown orbs flickering carefully through the dark room. He chuckles. 

“Can’t find your birth control?”

Lando cocks his head to the side, recognizing his mess that lies on the floor. The orange bottles make him stutter, briskly pushing the white charger towards his friend. “B6, I’m looking for my—” A nervous hand runs through his messy hair. “Got what you need? Great. Off you go.”

“Ah, ah—hold on a second; is that my girl, Isla Fisher?”

The Brit cackles, remembering about his open computer. “How do you know?”

Daniel plops down. “Confessions of a Shopaholic? Classic. Heidi loves it.”

The brunette hums, finding a spot next to the Aussie. “Who’s Suze?”

“Have you not been paying attention?”

“I’ve been looking for my calcium!”

The thirty-four year old pouts. “I thought it was your R2-D2?”

“Clever.” 

A Tim Burton looking girl comes on-screen, perfect bangs hanging just above her brows. The redhead and black haired duo exchange a small phone back and forth, panic evident. “That’s Suze. She’s Becky’s best friend. They go through a bit of a rough patch, but they come back together, don’t worry.”

“Suze? Rebe…” He pales. “Friends?”

“You thought they were lesbos?”

Lando shakes his head, harshly. “What about Finland?”

“A fantasy land, sort of.” Daniel props up against his elbows. “It’s her getaway from all her debt. It’s real, but it’s not real.” The blue eyed boy’ shoulders droop furthermore as he watches the scene play out.

“Friends…”

Chomping down on a mysterious pill, Daniel shrugs. “Mhm. Just friends.”

-

It’s safe to say that you’re refreshed. You thought things through—you could never speak about your sudden realization. This probably happens all the time, all around the world, nothing to see here. Your feelings were there, but they wouldn’t be your downfall. Not when he mattered this much to you. 

“Read over this. Pay close attention to three and seven—Zak is going to ask you about it.” Lando hums slowly, eyes tracing your beauty. You’re a shade tanner due to your small vacation, if you can call it that, and that somehow tugs at his heart. If he pays close enough attention, then he could point out a few new freckles. “Any questions?”

He blinks. “Zero. Thank you.”

“Just doing my job.”

Something has shifted inside of him, something…new? Every chance he gets, he would peek and admire the way you laugh with a couple of the engineers, with Zak. Then, he would have to pinch and remind himself that he was your friend; nothing more, nothing less.

“Any additional notes? Oscar? Lando?”

Raising your hand timidly, you beam. “If I could suggest one thing, maybe we can keep the floor the same? I know we spoke on how a drastic change can possibly lengthen our kph, but if we actually think about it, then we would be able to see that it’ll only worsen things. It’s perfect, really, where it’s at. What we should be focusing on instead are other areas. Find ways to lighten the car, mark our attention to the aerodynamics.” Red creeps carefully onto your cheeks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you shrug. “Just a…thought.”

Zak hums, crossing his arms in deep thought. “We could do that…we could definitely do that.” He grins. “Boys?”

“Anything to make us faster, count me in,” Oscar agrees, voice steady.

“We should change it.”

Everyone turns to face the twenty-four year old. Pens glide faster, keys click harder, and you stumble clumsily. “Sorry?”

Lando tsks. “I like what you were saying, but we need to change it in order to stand a chance against the Red Bulls. They’ve cracked the code, and we’re so close. We need to adapt.”

You burn up. “I’m sorry, but I disagree, Lando. Things should stay the same. Same is safe. Change is…” You lick your lips, biting down momentarily. “Not necessary. Not when things are already good where they’re at.”

The British driver hisses. Oscar jumps at the cold sound. “Safe is a pussy move. How will you ever know what could have happened? One thing can flip everything around.” His eyes soften. “A-and put us in front of the grid for good. Good, good.”

Caught in the flame, you grit your teeth together. Who were you to have a say after all? Your attention circles the quiet room before nodding stiffly. “Alrighty then.”

-

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone!”

Lando frantically chases after you, shoes squeaking with every drastic turn. “I was just being honest!”

The sudden speed you turn back to face him with makes him flinch, forced to come to a halt. He can practically see the fumes exiting your body. “But did you have to say it in that tone?”

“What tone? I didn’t have a tone.”

“Yes! Yes, you did!” You continue your march. “Oh, hi! I’m Lando Norris, professional Formula One driver, who knows everything you don’t.”

“I do not sound like that.”

“You’re right. You sound worse.” A huff. “Listen, I’m not actually mad, but I do need time to myself, so can you please…” You motion him away and he scoffs. Are you being serious right now? “I am! Leave!”

He sort of replicates a zombie, the way he drags his feet back to hospitality. Was he really ready for any of this? He liked you, a lot, but things like this would eventually stir up in any relationship, and maybe he didn’t have the strength in him to fix things yet. But if you stayed friends, then…yeah. Things would stubbornly fix themselves.

You, on the other hand, have a sudden bounce in your step. A stride. This is what you needed. Suddenly, your stupid little crush wasn’t as important as you had imagined. Fights would bubble between you two if you ever dared cross the invisible line, and you weren’t the biggest fan in facing them. Friends. That’s all this was.

Daniel crosses Lando first, intrigued by his dead-like state. “What’s up with you now?”

The Brit blinks. “I’m no Luke, Danny.” He kicks a rock. “I’m fine, however, being a Suze.”

Son of a bitch, the Australian thinks as he watches his friend stroll away. He actually paid attention. 

Placing his headphones back onto his head, he continues his walk down the paddock, confused. When you make your way with a bright smile, he, too, reciprocates. Your lips move fast, hand gestures flying theatrically, and he can’t hear a single thing. The Alpha Tauri driver snakes his hand to slip them off once again. “Having a g’day?”

“Best,” you beam. “Connection lost.”

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[ranchthoughts]

The GMMTV Kissing Multiverse, an Update

EDITED: Hey everyone - update posted here! Follow along with all updates at the tag here

Hello everyone! Thank you all for your help with the GMMTV Kissing Multiverse project so far. I thought I would give an update.

The first draft is here.

Rules

Must be lip to lip contact

Must be shown on screen in a GMMTV tv series (no kisses from ads, promotional content, etc.)

Poll Update

I enlisted all of your help deciding if the WaiKorn sorta kiss from the Bad Buddy x ATOTS Our Skyy 2 episodes actually involved lip touching and if the HeartLiMing kiss from Moonlight Chicken should be included.

The results are in: you voted that Jimmy and Drake's lips do NOT touch, therefore their kiss will be NOT be counted in this project. The HeartLiMing poll resulted in an exact tie (!!!) so I am here to be the tie breaker - upon careful review, if we don't see the lips touch, the kiss doesn't count (I think that will be easier for decision-making in the long run). Therefore, the HeartLiMing kiss will NOT be counted in this project. Thanks everyone for participating!

Breakdown by Show

So far, I have looked at 47 individual shows (in brackets is the short-form I've been using):

A Boss and a Babe (ABAAB): Book/Force, Fluke Pusit/Ohm Thipakorn

An Eye for an Eye (AEDAE): Dao Phimthong/Ohm

A Tale of a Thousand Stars (ATOTS): Earth/Mix

Bad Buddy (BB): Nanon/Ohm

Be My Favourite (BMF): Gawin/Krist

'Cause You're My Boy (CYMB): Drake/Frank

Cupid's Last Wish (CLW): Earth/Mix

Dark Blue Kiss (DBK): New/Tay, Gawin/Pod

Dirty Laundry (DL): Film/Nanon

Double Savage (DS): Film/Ohm, Film/Perth

Enchante: Book/Force

Enigma: Prim/Namtan, Prim/Win

F4: Bright/Tu

Friendzone: AJ/Plustor, Nat/Singto, Plustor/Singto, Aye/Apple

Fish Upon the Sky (FUTS): Phuwin/Pond, Louis/Neo

He's Coming to Me (HCTM): Ohm/Singto, Ohm/Gigie

Hidden Agenda (HA): Dunk/Joong

Mama Gogo (MMGG): Drake/Ciize, Joss/Gigie, Lee/Cris

Midnight Museum (MM): Bright/Pat Chayani, Nanon/View

Moonlight Chicken (MLC): Earth/Mix, Earth/Papang, First/Mix

My Dear Loser (MDL): Namtan/Sing

My School President (MSP): Fourth/Gemini, Satang/Winny

Never Let Me Go (NLMG): Chimon/Phuwin, Phuwin/Pond

Not Me (NM): Film/Gun, Film/Mond, First/Gawin, Gun/Off

Only Friends (OF): so far... Drake/Neo, Neo/Mark Pakin, Book/Force [only counting the ones we have seen so far - so this is going to change!!]

P.S. I Hate You (PS IHY): Guy Sivakorn/Papang, Jan/Lee, Jan/Pearwah

Star in my Mind (SIMM): Dunk/Joong, Dunk/Pepper

Sky in your Heart (SIYH): Mek/Mark Jiruntanin

Slam Dunk: Drake/Sing

SOTUS: Krist/Singto

The Eclipse (Eclipse): First/Khaotung, Louis/Neo

The Gifted (Gifted): Namtan/Lee

The Jungle (Jungle): Krist/Lee, Krist/Lookjun, Lee/Mook, Lookjun/Off, Mild/Nanon, Nanon/Punpun

The Player (Player): Chimon/Namtan

The Shipper (Shipper): First/Ohm, First/Prigkhing

Theory of Love (TOL): Gun/Off, Gun/Boom, Nok/Off

Turn Left Turn Right (TLTR): Nanon/Puimek

Tonhon Chonlatee (Tonhon): Khaotung/Pod

UMG: Nanon/Namtam

Vice Versa (VV): Jimmy/Sea

Warp Effect (Warp): Ciize/Sing, Fluke Pusit/Gigie, Fluke Pusit/Thor, Gigie/Guy Sivakorn, Jan/Silvy, Mark Pakin/Best, New/Fah, New/Fluke Pusit, New/Gigie, New/Silvy

Waterboyy: Earth/New

2gether: Bright/Win

Still 2gether: Bright/Win, Mike/Toptap

3 Will Be Free (3WBF): Joss/Tay, Joss/Mild, Mild/Tay

55:15 Never Too Late (55:15): Arm/View, Khaotung/Pawin

10 Year Ticket (10 YT): Ohm/Tu

Breakdown by actor

I currently have 66 actors whose kisses I have recorded (a moment of thought for Aou, Gunsmile, and White who are listed on my spreadsheet but don't actually have any kisses listed yet).

Men

AJ: Plustor (Friendzone)

Arm: View (55:15)

Book: Force (ABAAB, Enchante, OF)

Bright: Tu (F4), Pat Chayani (MM), Win (2gether)

Chimon: Phuwin (NLMG), Namtan (Player)

Drake: Frank (CYMB), Ciize (MMGG), Neo (OF)

Dunk: Joong (HA, SIMM), Pepper (SIMM)

Earth: Mix (ATOTS, CLW, MLC), Papang (MLC), New (Waterboyy)

First: Mix (MLC), Gawin (NM), Khaotung (Eclipse), Ohm (Shipper), Prigkhing (Shipper)

Fluke Gawin: Krist (BMF), Pod (DBK), First (NM)

Fluke Pusit: Ohm Thipakorn (ABAAB), Thor (Warp), Gigie (Warp), New (Warp)

Force: Book (ABAAB, Enchante, OF)

Fourth: Gemini (MSP)

Gemini: Fourth (MSP)

Gun: Film (NM), Off (NM, TOL), Boom (TOL)

Guy Sivakorn: Papang (P.S. IHY), Gigie (Warp)

Jimmy: Sea (VV)

Joong: Dunk (HA, SIMM)

Joss: Gigie (MMGG), Mild (3WBF), Tay (3WBF)

Khaotung: First (Eclipse), Pod (Tonhon), Pawin (55:15)

Krist: Gawin (BMF), Singto (SOTUS), Lee (Jungle), Lookjun (Jungle)

Lee: Cris (MMGG), Jan (P.S. IHY), Namtan (Gifted), Krist (Jungle), Mook (Jungle)

Louis: Neo (FUTS, Eclipse)

Mark Pakin: Neo (OF), Best (Warp)

Mark Jiruntanin: Mek (SIYH)

Mek: Mark Jiruntanin (SIYH)

Mike: Toptap (2gether)

Mix: Earth (ATOTS, CLW, MLC), First (MLC)

Nanon: Ohm (BB), Film (DL), View (MM), Mild (Jungle), Punpun (Jungle), Puimek (TLTR), Namtan (UMG)

Neo: Louis (FUTS, Eclipse), Drake (OF), Mark Pakin (OF)

New: Tay (DBK), Fah (Warp), Fluke Pusit (Warp), Gigie (Warp), Silvy (Warp)

Off: Gun (NM, TOL), Lookjun (Jungle), Nok (TOL)

Ohm Thipakorn: Fluke Pusit (ABAAB)

Ohm: Dao Phimthong (AEFAE), Nanon (BB), Film (DS), Singto (HCTM), Gigie (HCTM), First (Shipper), Tu (10 YT)

Papang: Earth (MLC), Guy Sivakorn (P.S. IHY)

Pawin: Khaotung (55:15)

Pepper: Dunk (SIMM)

Phuwin: Pond (FUTS, NLMG), Chimon (NLMG)

Pod: Gawin (DBK), Khaotung (Tonhon)

Pond: Phuwin (FUTS, NLMG)

Satang: Winny (MSP)

Sea: Jimmy (VV)

Sing: Namtan (MDL), Drake (Slam Dunk), Ciize (Warp)

Singto: Nat (Friendzone), Plustor (Friendzone), Ohm (HCTM), Krist (SOTUS)

Tay: New (DBK), Joss (3WBF), Mild (3WBF)

Thor: Fluke Pusit (Warp)

Toptap: Mike (2gether)

Win: Prim (Enigma), Bright (2gether)

Winny: Satang (MSP)

Women

Aye: Apple (Friendzone)

Best: Mark Pakin (Warp)

Ciize: Drake (MMGG), Sing (Warp)

Cris: Lee (MMGG)

Fah: New (Warp)

Film: Nanon (DL), Ohm (DS), Perth (DS), Gun (NM), Mond (NM)

Gigie: Ohm (HCTM), Joss (MMGG), Fluke Pusit (Warp), Guy Sivakorn (Warp), New (Warp)

Jan: Lee (P.S. IHY), Pearwah (P.S. IHY), Silvy (Warp)

Lookjun: Off (Jungle), Krist (Jungle)

Mild: Nanon (Jungle), Joss (3WBF), Tay (3WBF)

Mook: Lee (Jungle)

Namtan: Prim (Enigma), Sing (MDL), Lee (Gifted), Chimon (Player), Nanon (UMG)

Prigkhing: First (Shipper)

Prim: Namtan (Enigma), Win (Enigma)

Silvy: Jan (Warp), New (Warp)

Tu: Bright (F4), Ohm (10 YT)

View: Nanon (MM), Arm (55:15)

Figures and Discussion Section

Our leaders as of now for "most different pairs kissing in one show" are:

Warp Effect (10 pairs)

The Jungle (5 pairs)

Friendzone and Not Me (4 pairs)

Only Friends (3 pairs [so far 👀])

Mama Gogo, Moonlight Chicken, P.S. I Hate You, and 3 Will Be Free (3 pairs)

2. Jojo has an... outsized impact on the number of kissing pairs. He directed 5 of the top 9 shows with the most different kissing pairs - and roughly 17% of all the shows analyzed - but his shows contain about 30% of kisses present in the data set (note: I am just looking at kissing pair iterations here not at unique kissing pairs, e.g., Phuwin/Pond are a pair in two shows (once in a Jojo show and once in a non-Jojo show), so they are counted twice. Otherwise I would have to think about in what show/under which director a kissing pair first originated, how many different shows/directors they've kissed under... this section is mostly a quick exercise in showing how Jojo has a lot of different kissers in his shows so I'm not trying to be that statistically accurate.)

The median number of "different kissing pairs per show" of a Jojo show is 3.38, compared to a median of only 1.69 "different kissing pairs per show" in non-Jojo shows.

3. There were more same gender kissing pairs than mixed gender kissing pairs, though not by much. This may also reflect the data set used (I know I am more familiar with QLs than het GMMTV shows)

4. Our leaders for actors with the "most kissing partners" so far are:

Nanon (7 people)

Ohm (6 people)

First, Lee, New, Film, Gigie, and Namtan (5 people each)

Krist, and Fluke Pusit (4 people)

Bright, Drake, Earth, Fluke Gawin, Gun, Joss, Khaotung, Neo, Off, Sing, Tay, Jan, and Mild (3 people each)

Bonus! Which of the GMMTV boys has kissed the most men?

First and Singto are tied for the win (4 each)

Then Earth, Fluke Gawin, Khaotung, Krist, Neo, and Ohm (3 each)

Then Drake, Dunk, Fluke Pusit, Gun, Mix, New, Papang, Phuwin, and Tay (2 each)

Thanks to all those who contributed!!: @airenyah, @alsoran, @bengiyo, @burnmyself, @catboykacchan, @catsundmaus, @chickenstrangers, @crowie, @dribs-and-drabbles, @jeonghanurl, @kpinhiding, @lurkingshan, @maibpenrai, @nieves-de-sugui, @non-binarypal7, @sollucets, @userneos, @tiistirtipii, @waitmyturtles, @williamrikers, @zeesqueere

and @blmpff asked to be tagged in updates!

[mejomonster]

I JUST started Wandee Goodday. My pitch: the main love interests are doctors and fighters! Now, they could spring "some of them are college kids" into the plot at some point. Since I am barely into it. But I'm THRILLED this is a BL about ppl with jobs and if I had known it wasnt another "first love" college fluff story I would've jumped to watch it earlier. Im just more into love stories about adults who may have dated before and may have side story life issues related to the post school life. Its just my personal taste.

Also Dee is into a doctor for 8 years. My heart. 1 poor poor dude's heart. 2 with the way doctor flirts i would THINK doctor DOES like Dee, and maybe Dee is just putting himself in the friendzone himself out of fear of risking dating and the loss that can come if it doesnt work out. That OR doctor crush guy genuinely has some reason he doesnt want to risk dating a guy, or really is the flirtiest "friend" ever and poor Dee is gonna be heart hurting soon.

Super early unlikely prediction but like. Drakes character is asexual (and im fucking thrilled), going out on a huge limb but what if crush doctor is too and thats why he never truly asked out Dee (afraid dee wanted different things than him in a relationship), making it something doctor and drakes charavter can either relate to about later or maybe even find theyd like to date if they feel compatible. However, crush doctor is Pod so i suspect theyd probably use him as like a player, more likely. Id like the othet route tho. (And im probqbly way off with my guess).

I like Yak so far. I like everyone so far. Very solid start. Its a GMMtv show, but the vibe feels more like Idol Factor's shows (in a good way). Like idol factory shows tend to be comfortable with queerness in a way that feels like theres queer people overlooking writing/directing decisions to a degree. In gmmtv shows, while theres some queer voices shaping rhe shows, it sometimes feels like the top of the studio has influence on toning down or sanitizing certain things (however the last gmmtv show i watched was in a pre Only Friends era, and i do think since Not Me and Bad Buddy that gmmtv came a long way from the chasteness of 2gether and some of their older stuff).

Its more like i dunno.... its not even a gmmtv thing specifically so much as, i like THIS particular shows WAY of handling a slice of life adult romance comedy? There's a part of how its presented that makes it feel like how regular people's lives feel. Theyre all Actor hot, but they can make expressions or say lines that feel a bit Uncool or Ordinary rather than Super-Suave Perfect at all times. It makes everyone feel more likeable as realistic, and the comedy just that bit easier to slide into. I cant describe it well. Something just feels endearingly genuine about the show. Which makes any tropes used or romantic shots feel welcoming as like "viewing reality through a romantic perspective" rather than particularly formulaic point A now point B

[kiankiwi]

Random SPN Imagine that could turn into a whole story! <3

Sam comes up to dean: I'm worried about Y/N dude something's bothering her and she won't talk about it.

Dean knowing, you always open up to him more (for some reason) okay here's the plan you go to the store and get her her hyperfixation snacks and I'll see if I can talk to her.

Sam (pouting, wanting to help more than just being put on a snack run): Why can't we both talk to her?

Dean: *Gives him a big brother 'because you idiot' glare* because dude I don't want her to feel like we're staging an intervention or ganging up on her. Now go!

*

Dean searches the bunker and finds you in your little man cave you created, with your headphones in, curled up in the corner. Not noticing you came in, Dean waves his arms a bit so as not to startle you. You still jump a bit when you see dean anyway and take out an ear pod.

"Hey, hey, sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay. You've just kinda been holed up in here all day, not talking to anyone." You shrug, hoping Dean would drop it. Dean comes closer, poking at your knee with his boot. "Y'know you can talk to us about anything."

You sigh. "I know. I just... I don't want to talk about it yet is that okay?" Dean nods. "Hey, uh, I sent Sam out on a food run and he should be coming back with some of your favorites. You hungry?" You smile for the first time in a few days. "Did you send him out to get me my favorite snacks.. again?" Dean gives you a little mischievous smile. "Uh, yeah, I did." You smile bigger, giving Dean a cautious side hug. "Thanks man." He nods. And just then you both hear Sam walking through the bunker yelling out, "Hey, I'm back and I got icecream!"

*

Later that night and it's storming terribly. You sit up on the couch in front of the fire, wide awake and trembling a bit, scared out of your mind because you hate thunderstorms. You hear someone get up and crane your neck to see Dean sleepy and stumbling out of his bedroom, palming his eyes. "Mmm, hey, I was just, uh, coming to check on you 'cause I heard the thunder. You okay?"

You nod, pulling your cacoon of a blanket tighter around your shoulders. Dean sits beside you on the couch. You shrug yet again. "I was already awake and then I got too scared to sleep. Stupid storm." Dean nods, stretching his arm out over the back of the couch. "Hmm, want some hot cocoa? We could watch Charlie Brown too?" You smile, eyes lighting up. "Really?" Dean shrugs, his mouth quirking to the side. "I don't know how long I'll last but I know you hate sleeping alone in a storm. So we can stay up out here." You nod, standing. "Marshmallows and whipped cream?" You ask. "And maybe a piece of that pie Sammy brought home."

*

That next morning, Sam shuffles out into the living room, just woken up and wanders out to a weird sight. You're asleep in Dean's lap, Dean is asleep sitting up with his arm protectively strewn on top of you with your blanket pulled up against you both and there were two mugs of forgotten hot chocolate on the table.

Dean had just woken up as Sam walked in. "Hey, don't wake her." Sam gives him a half asleep confused look. "What the hell?" Dean stretches as much as he can without waking you. "There was a storm. Shut up."

****

I don't know what this was but it just pooooured out of me. Should I continue this? I feel like it was really cute and it has some potential to be a real story. PS I'm listening to 'sleeping in the bunker asmr' as we speak.There's just so many ways this could go in a continuation: Is dean friendzoned? Do you have a crush on Sam? What's been on your mind?

so please tell me what you think.

[wastelandbarbie]

i reached the end of act two and it's been pretty brutal

so far we've:

- dark justiciar war cleric shadowheart (she still can't hit anything stop asking 🖤)

- lae'zel is semi out of her own cult situation and has somehow become the single remaining voice of reason aside from gale, who's been chilling back in the camp this whole time

- durge got too excited about indirectly killing isobel and then directly killing the nightsong and the last light inn (but that slayer form tho) thus weirding everyone out as they're starting to realize they've been traveling with an insane freak

- durge was probably so happy and excited to meet he-who-was and get him to stab himself only for he-who-was to get mad for real (durge thought they were playing)

- jaheira died off screen 💀 i'm sorry queen next run for sure

- did kill off mizora in the pods/condemning wyll to ash...rip but after that dance cutscene it was hard not to picture durge not choosing the most unhinged option...(durge sees a prince of a man doing a little lad dance and he's just like "immediately no") (im sorry wyll 😭)

- astarion is still vibing after being friendzoned, though he's a little more side eyeing durge's increasing propensity for violence especially as it veers into the point of being a hindrance

- ketheric battle was slightly harder (kar'niss was still alive n p peeved plus no nightsong/isobel/jaheira/fists)

- the guardian being like "uh so you're definitely gonna wanna be thinking more about your allies...like uh...halsin and uh...halsin" running down the list of remaining living characters

- meanwhile durge hasn't talked to halsin since killing the nightsong...he's probably whittling a duck wondering when everyone's getting back

- karlach is also probably gonna be pissed (i feel kinda bad that durge didn't kill her off immediately bc now it's like a long con situation like he helped fix her engine and talked about getting wyll out of his contract 😭)

- also didn't see the gnomes or the civilians tieflings, forgot about zevlor

- like we might as well ascend astarion at this point this playthru felt so messy

[dat-bruv-person]

ooh i see ur doing requests, how ab a denki x reader best friends to lovers? it can be hcs or a drabble or whatever you want! have a day as awesome as you!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ best boyfriend

a/n: I am so sorry you had to wait bby I really am oml I'm crying rn- but thanks for the compliment!

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly :D

•·.·''·.·•

Denki found out he loved you a few months after he met you. You both had chemistry - your maturity plus his stupidity actually worked, and you genuinely cared about how he felt, making sure he wasn't but another joke to the class. Over text was how he confessed, and you happily agreed to go out with him.

It felt like you were high.

Nothing could bring you two down. Bad grades? Nah, she's our homie at this point. Bad hair day? Oh well, needed to change it up anyway. There wasn't a moment where adrenaline wasn't pumping through your veins at top speed, or where your heart wasn't thumping like a rabbit's foot on grass. Kaminari felt happy whenever he was with you, and he still does except he's learnt to tone it down because of how you reacted to him getting hurt after a stunt he pulled with Sero and Kirishima. Poor thing.

He loves being looked after; your attention is all he craves. Stroke his hair, hold him, kiss him like you're doing it for the last time. Denki loves you so much.

Luckily, the relationship has never been awkward since you two were previously two peas in a pod, but please don't friendzone him. He will cry.

[strxnged]

it's the never-ending flirting with tanaka until one of you suddenly gets the feeling that the other person also means it, just as the other person realizes they mean it. it's the awkward moment in which you both very much want to make a move but can't figure out whether you're reading things wrong. and... the screaming of a confession, only for the other to mishear it (or be sure they did) anyways.

you're continuing to be closer friends until it becomes a point of no return, and now you're both just dreading the day you get friendzoned. everyone knows you, closer than two peas in a pod. friends, and that's it.

until your lips meet each other's; until your mouths confess clearly; until the final walls have been broken; until then, it's the lingering glances and self doubt and endless pining for the someday.

[bez-uczuc]

Można kłamać, oszukiwać lub zakopać miłość gdzieś głęboko pod ziemią, można zamknąć oczy i udawać, że jej nie ma albo uciec od niej. Ale ostatecznie do nas wróci. Bo miłość nie umiera. Po prostu.

Sandra Nowaczyk - Friendzone

[dread-seeker]

• feel free to select as many of these as you want, any connection that you want that isn’t listed just ask and i’ll add it. But 𝐏 𝐋 𝐄 𝐀 𝐒 𝐄 dont ask me to choose for you. —— 𝑃𝐿𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑁𝐼𝐶 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆. ❜ × best friend: × close friend: × protective friend: × reunited friends: × confidants: × shoulder to cry on: × safe place: × role model: × ride or die: × mentor: × childhood friends: × drunk | party friends: × friends with lingering feelings: × partners in crime | two peas in a pod: × often mistaken for dating: × sibling like friends: × friends like family: × platonic soulmates: × unlikely friends: × positive influence: × pain in the ass: × enemies turned friends: —— 𝐹𝐴𝑀𝐼𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆. ❜ × mother: × mother figure: × half siblings: × nieces | nephews: × sibling figures: × child figures: × biological children: —— 𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐼𝐶 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆. ❜ × flirtationship: × first same sex kiss: × one night stand: × pretty boy who lies about his crush: × one sided romance: × exes on good terms: × exes on bad terms: × exes with lingering feelings: × first love: × forbidden lovers: × love | hate: × summer romance: × previously friendzoned: × childhood crush | lover: × friends turned lovers:   × experimented their sexuality together: × unrequited crush | lover: × romance that was kept hidden | secret: —— 𝑁𝐸𝐺𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆. ❜ × enemies: × former (best) friends: × frenemies: × rivals, direct opposition: × negative influence: × mutual jealousy: × competition: × member of a rivalry group (e.g. hydra): —— 𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐶 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆. ❜ × roommates: × professional relations: × have mutual friends: × best friend’s family: × friend of a sibling: × friend of a parent: × neighbour on good terms: × neighbour on bad terms: × annoying coworker:

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can you do something where Optimus has to take care of a sparkling that is terrified of him. The reason can be up to you.

I gotchu anon (you didn't specify which op tho, so imma go with tfp)

“I can’t believe you just. Found him there.”

“Whatever Megatron was doing with him, it seemed to be a pretty big deal. It was a hell of a time getting him out.”

Bulkhead and Arcee looked over the small pod. They had just interrupted a decepticon mission, and for whatever reason, they carried a sparkling in a stasis pod. The team had brought it with them to base, and Ratchet was currently trying to unlock it. Miko was with them, and looked over at Bulkhead in curiosity.

“It’s...a small decepticon?”

“It’s a sparkling, Miko. Haven’t seen one in ages, honestly.”

“And a sparkling is...what, exactly?”

Ratchet mumbled as he failed another coding attempt. He wanted this thing out alive, and as such, meant he had to deal with the code panel. Tough combo, so far.

“It’s a young Cybertronian, usually with the CNA of two or more mechs.”

“So...like a baby? YOU GUYS CAN HAVE BABIES?!”

Ratchet swore loudly due to her outburst, nearly dropping the pod.

“Technically yes, we can. But it was considered a very old, very unrpoductive means of reproduction. It takes too much strain and energy, and takes too long to care for. Not to mention so much energon to raise. Once we started cold forging, getting sparked was a thing of the p-”

That was when the pod hissed, suddenly opening. Bulkhead, Arcee, and Ratchet leaned over in curiosity. That was when a helm popped out from the mist, and a yellow visor peered through. The little sparkling was very small, seeming to only have recently grown its optics, and nothing more past some nubby hands and legs. Ratchet was careful as he scooped them up, gently running a thumb over their frail, soft form. He seemed aghast.

“My...I haven’t held one of these in ages. You are a young one, aren’t you?”

The optics studied his features, before lightly cooing, almost in content. Ratchet nearly had a spark attack as Bulkhead suddenly yanked it from him, receiving an almost scream of delight from the newform.

“Aw! He’s kinda cute! Only ever seen these guys in pictures! He’s SO soft!”

Ratchet nodded, trying to help Bulkhead hold him correctly.

“Well yes, he’s too young to even have armor yet. He’ll grow, give it time. Hold his helm right, we don’t need him getting a spinal issue!”

Arcee knelt down to the pod, lightly brushing away some dirt.

“There’s writing on the side of this. It’s smudged. “L_AD_R O_E. Weird. Anyone got any ideas?”

“I got one. Arcee, hold him!”

“I don’t do the sparkling thing, Bulkead. I already got a kid, and that's Jack.”

Miko snorted.

“He didn’t just get friendzoned. Dude got momzoned.”

No one had time to ask that as Optimus walked in.

“You got the pod opened. Were your theories correct?”

“Indeed, Optimus. It was a sparkling. No more than a cycle old, at the latest. Rather affectionate however, even rather sociable.”

Miko kept playing peek a boo with him, seeming to reduce him to a giggly mess every time. Bulkhead chuckled, gesturing for Optimus to hold him. Optimus obliged, taking him into his servos. The sparkling blinked up at him, before suddenly tossing his helm back, and SCREAMING. It was a loud, painful noise that could only be ceased when he was snatched away by Ratchet. Optimus looked hurt, lost even. that was when Arcee stated the obvious.

“That kid is scared of you, Optimus.”

Optimus knew he was intimidating, but scary he was not. Optimus did not understand quite why, but for some reason or another, he assumed he merely reminded the sparkling of someone. 

Someone else big, and someone else scary.

[neoffle]

friendzone fight-off

pairing: doyoung x reader / friends to lovers au

warnings: mature themes (but no action), swearing, 'cause you’re hot and you’re cold you’re yes then you’re no—

3.2k of my word vomit,, enjoy!

“Sleeping with your best friend isn’t so bad.”

You suddenly can’t breathe and watch as Joy attempt to soothe your back for you, snickering at your blubbering mess. Where was Irene when you needed her? 

Oh yeah. 

She’s too busy hooking up with the hot part-timer Kang Seulgi.

“You don’t understand Sooyoung,” you resorted to using her real name instead of the nicknames you made in middle school. 

“He’s my male best friend.” 

Joy snorts as she sips on her uselessly pretty pink drink. “Yeah, and so?” She pushes her drink aside to lean in closer to you. “Be honest.” She whisper talks. “How is he in bed?”

You throw your head onto your crossed arms and try to block off any of Joy’s attempts in trying to get into the juicy details.

If you were sober enough,

there was no way that you would ever get into his bed… that way. 

Sleepovers are normal for the both of you… but nothing ever went past platonic cuddling and so on. There was always a strict line in between your friendship that you wouldn’t dare cross. 

You know how easy it is to fuck up a relationship, and no way in hell were you going to waste such a good friendship, built on years of experience.

“Don’t torment her too much Sooyoung,” Irene comes with the tray of cakes, catching the both of your attention.

Joy grabs her favourite flavour as soon as the eldest female set the tray down and dug a fork into it. “Then tell her she needs to stop acting as if the world just ended.” She inhales the sugary piece. “Did you get the part-timer’s number yet?”

To this, Irene’s expression darkens but she sits down anyway and sips on her drink. “No. But we’re making progress.”

Joy’s definitely the brunt of the three because she’s off laughing her ass about how it’s been a month since and the so-called ‘goddess Bae Joohyun’ is failing terribly at courtship. 

“Good things take time,” you quoted, most probably somewhere off tumblr. 

“Yeah,” Irene exhales, playing around with her straw. “And like I said, we’re making progress.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the midget step like?” 

You elbowed Joy purposefully at this, giving her a dirty look to stop teasing Irene before the elder dropkicks the younger into the third dimension. 

“She gave me,” Irene’s long locks whip back to grab an object from her bag, pressing it dangerously close to Joy’s face, “this.”

Both you and Joy gave each other understanding glances, smiling at how simple it is to stroke the goddess’ ego once you’ve tamed her enough.

“A cookie,” Joy smiles rather sickly sweet. 

“Nice.”

———

You ended up parting from the duo to go home early, leaving them to do a bit of bar-hopping. It’ll most probably go on until early morning and you dread the hangover once you’re done— so you take a bit of responsibility for yourself and head home, just slightly tipsy.

The glass of wine you had after leaving the cafe, (where the love of Irene’s life awaits), along with the bar food paired perfectly with the night. 

Your little problem ended up back in the cupboard (as it has not been discussed since joy was sober enough— which was when you brought it up at the cafe) and you sigh as you watch people walk by, attempting to sort out your mind before you reach back home.

What the hell were you going to do about the dreaded awkwardness that’s going to surface in between the two of you?

Everything felt like a blur around you and as you enter the apartment complex and head up the elevator, your distressed exhales don’t stop. 

Even as you enter the pin to the apartment and undid your shoes, staring blankly at the carpet, the sighs won’t stop.

And even as you take a seat on the sofa and lay down horizontally,

it didn’t stop.

Your mind is packed full of your best friend. The guy whom you’ve known since like— forever. Sometimes it feels as if he was more than a friend, but not quite a lover in your eyes. 

What were you going to do about Kim Dong—

“(y/n)?” There’s a shuffle from the bedroom, and you halt in your tracks, knowing this voice anywhere.

So you sit up so quick that a headache strikes. Massaging your temples, you watch as the man in question, Kim Dongyoung, aka Doyoung, carefully approaches you from the door frame, dressed in a simple muscle tee and plain, black boxers. 

Your face is probably already red due to the alcohol— but you didn’t need him to know that he just escalated the symptoms. 

And honestly, 

you didn’t need a reminder of two yesterdays ago. 

Doyoung takes a seat next to you— but with a respectful space you don’t usually see because he enjoys squishing you to a corner usually and casually putting his arm around you. 

“Uhm, hi,” you offered, but your eyes are averted and somehow the amount of photos Doyoung has on his walls are fascinating to count.

Your best friend doesn’t quite talk for a few minutes, watching from the sidelines as he sees your eyes shake. He rubs at his nape, knowing that it’ll take time to coax you into engaging in a proper conversation with him. He knows what was wrong and honestly, he thought you’d need more time to come into terms with it than just a plain two days. 

But anything goes for him— albeit that you’re not really sober— judging from how red in the face you are. 

“Were you… drinking?” He starts, hoping that you’ll at least turn to look at him when answering this.

And to his pleasure, you did. 

Peeking over your shoulders, you gave him a timid nod. “Irene was having a hard time dating the part-timer I told you about a few weeks ago and Joy just wants a reason to not stay sober.” It was a habit for you to spill everything to him. It didn’t even pass your mind that you’re still overly cautious of what to say— but the report rolled out of your tongue like butter and you did it faster than your brain could register the comment. 

Doyoung shows you a rather grateful-looking smile, finally relaxing the muscles he’s been tensing since he heard you come through his door. 

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Why are you here?”

The male beside you stares at you with a raised brow— but then realised your semi-drunken state— and to this, he grins further. “I live here you trespasser,” he knocks your forehead lightly with his knuckles, watching as your eyes widen in realisation, a gasp to accompany your surprise.

“Oh, uhm, errr— I’m going!” You shot up, surprising Doyoung in return. 

Just as you were about to gather your beige tote bag, encasing your fingers along the the long straps, a hand reaches up to grab onto you, holding you back.

“It’s late,” Doyoung glances from the carpet and into the depth of your eyes. It feels rather peculiar looking at him from this perspective… it wasn’t quite platonic and you weren’t sure how to face him in the coming morning— at least when the alcohol wears off.

“I’ll take the couch, so go wash up and sleep here.” He says, though there’s a soft stutter in between each breaths. It wasn’t the almighty confident Kim Dongyoung you knew— and if things didn’t happen a few days ago— you were so sure you’d take this opportunity to tease him for a bit. His eyes cast themselves away once again, adjusting his voice a bit. “I won’t go into the room, I promise.”

This was so weird. 

Why are relationship always so complicated?

You sit back down, letting your bag fall onto the floor. “Doyoung,” you pause a bit, attempting to rearrange your thoughts. His grip on your wrist loosens until it dissapears and he bends slightly forward, elbows on top of his thighs. “We’ll… talk when I’m not intoxicated— but how long have we been friends for? I know you won’t do anything to me without consent… so let’s just do this normally.”

He’s very surprised at your revelation— eyes almost bulging out of it’s socket. “(y/n) aren’t you unco—”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “I’m so sick of avoiding you okay.”

“I was sick of being avoided like a plague too you know,” he sounded more like the sassy best friend you know. Doyoung’s up before you when he takes your bag and extends a friendly hand. “And I missed you a lot too.”

It’s only been a mere two days and the both of you felt discouraged being separated. It wasn’t easy going from being two peas in a pod to a single person. 

Everything felt so lonely— especially as the both of you were currently single.

It’s only been a month since you were single— but that’s for another story to tell. 

Doyoung leads you to his bedroom, which you know by heart, considering how you found yourself in his apartment without realising anything…

It says a lot about how much time you spend in the comfort of his home. 

You take the cue to head to his bathroom to take a quick shower and wash off the sunscreen you had on, grabbing a fresh towel in the cupboards as per usual. 

Before you could strip down your clothes, you hear a soft knock on the bathroom door, and you know that your best friend’s back with pyjamas. 

“I got you the stripy long ones you left last time,” a hand reached out through the cracks as you opened the door for him, cackling as he turns his whole shoulders and face the other way, thinking that you might be somewhat exposed.

When he heard you laughing, Doyoung’s brows knitted together in question. “Are you going to drown in the sink? Just how drunk are you?” He figured that you were laughing out of alcohol— but you’re partly sober now and the sight of Doyoung being so courteous wasn’t rare— but it’s been a while since you saw it. 

(Like two days = a while.)

“I’m fine,” you retorted, grabbing the necessities he provided and closing the door to change and to brush your teeth before bed.

You came out feeling much more refreshed and was greeted by the sight of Doyoung finishing with changing his covers. 

“What’s the occasion…?” You look over his shoulder, stunning him. 

“Don’t creep on me like that,” he clutched onto his heart, eyes wide. 

There’s a beat of silence before he continued, “I just felt like it.” But oh boy, you knew something else was there. 

You try to analyse each and every one of his moves previously and matched it to his personality— which you know inside out and under. 

“Let me guess,” the corner of your lips started to hike under your assumptions, “you haven’t gone out of bed much for like two days?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes at this, (a signature of his), and you just smile. 

Bingo. 

“I went to work,” he finished up with dusting the covers one last time. “Obviously.”

“That’s so cute,” you giggle into your hands, and Doyoung’s ears redden at this— although you didn’t quite notice in your  semi-drunk state.

“Hurry up and sleep. Your boss might be nice but Taeyong’s going to scold me for letting you drink during a weekday.”

You climb into the covers after him, relishing the way that your legs glided in smoothly. There was nothing like a new change of bed covers after all. It felt like heaven. 

Like a habit, you throw one arm and leg over Doyoung’s stiffened form, the thought of that night slipping past your mind. Gone like the wind. 

Doyoung, who had his back towards you, gradually turn over under half your weight, raising a stern brow at you. “Are you forgetting something?”

Your eyes are closed at this point, mind slowly drifting into sleep. “What is it?”

“Your conscience,” Doyoung flicks a soft blow at your forehead. He takes a good look at your features, watching as you giggle snort in your sleep. What a weirdo. An adorable weirdo he has for a best friend. 

He tucks the loose strands off your face and behind your ear, heart melting at the way you snuggled into his touch. 

To him, 

you were making it very hard to stay as a friend.

———

In your opinion, mornings and hangovers don’t mix very well. Add drowsiness to the terrible headache and last night’s choice— it’s practically a stew for trouble.

From the moment you opened your eyes, a familiar yet an alarming environment greeted you. In shock, you scrambled up and was immediately hit by the devil of an ache. Your temples throb as you reached over at the bedside table and grabbed the cure and the glass of water next to it. 

There’s distinct sounds coming from outside and you sigh as you grabbed onto your face.

Hey, at least you weren’t naked this time around.

Dreading it, you got out of bed and tracked a slow trudge towards the kitchen, where the backside of your best friend greets you.

On the other hand, Doyoung exhales a large amount of air as he tries to put up the most casual demeanour he could muster at that point in time, noticing you creeping up from the bedroom.

“Morning (y/n),” he calls in a jolly manner, but the strain on his lips told you otherwise. 

“Oh, uh, hi Kim Dongyoung.”

Smooth.

Doyoung’s eyes judges you real hard, despite the smile that’s faltering to stay on. Even so, he gestures you to sit and hands you over a freshly cooked batch of your favourite blueberry pancakes. It has the right amount of honey and butter on top and of course Doyoung would never get it wrong. 

He sits opposite you and coughs into his palm to get your strayed attention.

“Should we talk this out like adults since we have,” he stops to check his watch, “exactly fifteen minutes before you need to get ready and I have to head out.”

You nod solemnly, poking around the pancakes you loved so much. If this was any other day, you would be scarfing down the whole plate like a dog— since Doyoung rarely makes them— claiming that they’re ‘unhealthy’. 

You guess that the plate was a consolation prize of some sort, glancing at Doyoung’s equally nerved features.

“I’m sorry I avoided you,” you opened up first, knowing that it was wrong of you to do it in the first place. 

It’s just— something like this would have never crossed your mind and you feared the aftermath of the whole event. 

“You’re forgiven,” he nods, licking his bottom lip cautiously. “I’m sorry for being irresponsible that night.”

So it was like that? Forgive and forget kind of scenario?

Your lips twist into bitter distaste as you poked around the blueberries on plate. On one hand, a part of you felt so relieved to be ending this forty-eight hour dilemma— but on the other hand, you’re quite disappointed that he’s writing it off like this. It was a hard feeling to digest. 

Doyoung raises a brow at your quiet demeanour. On any normal day, there was no way silence would weave in between the two of you— but recently, its been all there is. 

“(y/n) we’ve only got three minutes left of this conversation before you’re going to avoid me again for another few days.” Doyoung grits out, having enough of this damned silence.

You’re pouting when you glance up at him, as if you were a child being scolded by their mother. 

“What? Seriously, what do you want from me? I’m trying to tie this all up and go back to being the great friends we are.” He hissed, fingers gripping onto the handle of his mug. 

“What if I don’t want to be friends?!” You yelled, standing up from your seat. 

“Oh yeah?” Doyoung mimics your action, squaring his shoulders. “So you’re saying you want to be more?” He scoffs. “Sure, that’s totally reasonable after ghosting me for so long!”

“Shut up. Two days isn’t a long time! It’s a perfect length to rethink about possibly poor life decisions!”

“You!” He points an angry index finger at you. “Are you trying to sell me off as a bad decision! Is that what all of this is? Fuck, you’re so—“

“Don’t swear at me. You’re being a very bad adult Dongyoung.” You mocked, sidestepping out of your seat and standing a feet away from him.

Arguing like its raining cats and dogs with Doyoung was nothing new. You shouldn’t feel so exhilarated by the feeling but— you can’t help but feel the pressure of all this sexual tension in between the two of you. Now you wonder… has it always been there, pushed to a corner— or did you miraculously develop an obsession for him after a one night stand?

The stare-off between the two of you lasted for a good minute, leaving you with sixty seconds left to this doomsday countdown. 

Doyoung’s blatantly burning a hole on your lips, licking his own unconsciously. “So if I kiss you, what happens?”

“We stop being friends of course.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you fix up the crease on the collar of his work shirt. 

“Then,” he’s only mere seconds away from closing the distance between the two of you. “What would we be?”

Fluttering your lashes up at him, you could only smirk at the raise of his brows, unsure if he’s even breathing at this stage. 

“I don’t kno—“ Doyoung crashes his lips against yours, the sense of urgency bringing flashback to the fateful night. He wraps his arms around you, as if anxious that you would push him off again.

Closing your eyes, you savoured the aftertaste of coffee lingers in his mouth, whimpering as you slowly run out of air. Doyoung senses this, parting, wiping at the sides of his mouth using the back of his hands.

“Promise me you won’t run away again?” He brings up his pinkie, gesturing you to return the sentiment. 

Rolling your eyes, you grudgingly seal the deal. “No shit sherlock, why else would I kiss you back? You’re not a charity case.”

He clicks his tongue at that, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. “Don’t swear (y/n), you’re being a terrible adult.” 

“Haha, you’re so funny Dongyoung.” You mocked his tone.

“Oh yeah, you know what else is funny?” Doyoung closes the gap once more, a hand reaching out for behind you. 

You think he’s about to initiate another intimate moment, eyes blinking up at him and lips puckering. 

He chuckles at your actions, lips pressed against your ear. 

“That you’re late for work,” he yanks his bag from behind you, sending you a salute before heading out the door. 

You’re left as a frozen statue, attempting to process his words. 

In a split second, realisation and dread paints your face. You quickly rush to Doyoung’s bedroom, knowing you had a spare change of work clothes in there. 

Despite the saint Taeyong is, he’s unable to tolerate hangovers and tardiness at the same time— it has to be one or another— according to his rocket science. 

You curse Doyoung with all your heart for distracting you again. 

In your mind, a parrot with his voice mocks you. 

You’re being a terrible adult (y/n). Don’t swear (y/n).

[agl03]

Hello! I hope you're doing good

I had a question as I was talking to another AoS fan about Inescapable, about the part where Jemma says that night at the academy that Jemma remembered it as the moment she first put Fitz in the friendzone. My friend says she put him in the friendzone because she observed Fitz's weird behavior and wasn't attracted to that. I don't agree but I don't know what to think. Do you have any theory as to why she decided that night they would just be friends?

Hi Anon,

I’m hanging in there and that is all I ask at this point.  

We know from other episodes/deleted scenes that Jemma was attracted to Fitz calling him handsome and pasty or thinking that he was annoyed with her for following him around all the time.  While Fitz was intimidated by her and took ages to come up with the right thing to say.   

That night I think Jemma realized he could indeed be a friend but maybe didn’t even think of the romantic aspect as she had found a true friend and partner.  They were only 16 and she was concerned he was annoyed she was following him around.  And I don’t think the friend zone was a bad thing.  Its not like the love was instant for either of them.  Fitz became comfortable that night not ready to start a romantic relationship.  

It was over time that their friendship turned to love and that is something I love about Fitzsimmons as I wound up marrying my best friend too after years of friendship.  Fitz realizing his feelings in Season 1 while it took Jemma a bit longer to process everything insert pod trauma and unable to communicate for most of season 2 here.  

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For the WIP meme could I please get, High School Set Builders? Thank you!!! ♥️♥️♥️

Of course! If memory serves, this was a prompt I never filled. 

Pod, in his first year at KLA, handed each of them a script. Jaime flicked through the pages, and bent his head towards Brienne. “Chocolate bar says Margaery gets Alysanne.” 

Usually, Brienne would shake his hand and say you best pay your debts, Lannister, but today all she said was, “You never know; someone else might audition.” 

“Pfft. Who? Hetherspoon? Merryweather? Please, you know it’ll be Margaery. And Renly will be whichever of these three idiots gets the most lines.” 

There were three leading men in this picture. The first idiot, Meryn, believed himself stuck in the friendzone: Alysanne saw him as a little brother, while her sister Anarra was madly in love with him. The second idiot, Olyvar, was promised to her and got himself killed trying to rescue a fair maiden. The third idiot was Olyvar’s brother, Aemon, who ended the play married to Alysanne. He was clearly the hero of the piece, and whoever played him would have to kiss Margaery more than once. 

Whatever. Jaime turned his back on Tyrell and began flicking through the script. “So, we’ve got some pretty cool sets to build. There’s a forest, part of the old walls of the city, a grand hall. Oh, and a bedroom or two.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Even better, there’s a couple of fights in this. What do you think, shall we start planning it after school?”

Brienne didn’t seem to hear him. “Auditions are first thing next week.” 

“So?”

[every1studio]

“kiss, kiss fall in love” [ateez]

genre: FLUFF + reverse harem + female reader 

ficstyle: bulletpoints + reactions 

prompt: inspired by OURAN HIGH SCHOOL + what kind of hosts would they be?

note: I know I said I wasn’t inspired to write but I was inspired after I listened to “SAKURA KISS” by Chieco Kawabe

HONGJOONG

the club president 

known for his smile

being overly cheery

also a bit on the flirty side

would make sure that you were having a good time; will not leave your side until you are

“subconsciously” runs his tongue along his teeth; used to have a tongue piercing

used to be a bad boy; multiple piercings, had to take some out to get into this prestigious school, has hidden tattoos

personality-wise; fairly similar to Tamaki from OURAN HS and Terushima from HAIKYUU

small boy but is a full package

gives off a tough heartbreaker vibe, but is truly a kindhearted prince who wants everyone to be happy 

the members of the club always clown him and he doesn’t know what to do but smile in sad despair 

if you really get his attention, he’ll always be around you; trying to get your full, undivided attention 

if you aren’t his favorite/go-to host, he’ll charm his way into your heart

I mean with a smile like his, he’s going to be your favorite in a heart beat 

SEONGHWA

the vice president 

Hongjoong’s childhood friend; Hongjoong BEGGED him to join the club

deals with the logistics of the club 

has a stern demeanor like KYOYA from OURAN HS but has personality like SUGAWARA from HAIKYUU 

at first glance, he has an icy vibe about him that would make everyone think that he was one of the typical cold rich kids

but he was always taking care of everyone 

legit the mother of every situation 

always makes sure that everyone is comfortable 

everyone thinks that he follows Hongjoong when Hongjoong follows him 

Hongjoong really can’t live without Seonghwa, because Hongjoong can’t take care of himself 

Seonghwa is pretty tsundere towards Hongjoong but is so loving to everyone else 

if he’s interested in you, he’ll take care of you like a PRINCESS/PRINCE; legit ROYALTY

refers you as “princess/prince” or “queen/king”

he might be petty when he finds out that he isn’t your favorite or go-to; he’ll be obviously jealous and would straight up tell his members to back off (he would tell them nicely without you around)

he’ll make sure that you’ll soon only be looking at him 

YUNHO

everyone’s boyfriend

is made of the highest and finest quality of boyfriend material 

joined the club after Hongjoong told him that he NEEDED Yunho to be in the club or he would cry 

Yunho’s such an angel, he joined right away 

this boy is the sweetest and genuinely tries so hard to make sure everyone is having a good time 

in the fictional anime world, he’s like SHOUTA from KIMI NI TODOKE 

he’s an obliviously innocent personality  

AND he has a class clown goofiness to him 

literally the perfect guy to fall in love with 

although he’s fairly popular, he is VERY humble

he’s a hopeless romantic but he hasn’t fallen in love yet

not until he saw you

would be absolutely shy and wouldn’t know how to even talk to you 

but when he saw you blushing at other member’s attempt to woo you, he started to make his way over to you

he’s nice 

but not nice enough to have another member have a chance with you 

for you, he’ll step out of his comfort zone to win your heart

or your smile, at least

YEOSANG

the lovely prince

a literally walking statue of a GREEK GOD

Hongjoong knew that he had to get him into the club 

Yeosang was reluctant at first but being as shy as he is, he was just happy to make friends

the more he’s with the club, the more he opens up

turns out he is this adorably, quirky guy who’s more than just a stone-faced thing of beauty 

he would remind me of TADASE from SHUGO CHARA and KENMA from HAIKYUU

when he lays his eyes on you, just know that he’ll never make the first move

it’s not because he’s prideful but he’s just EXTREMELY shy 

but maybe after your first couple of visits, he’ll be confident enough to even say “hello”

he’s the type of guy that would look at you and if you made eye-contact with him, he’d fake-yawn and look the other way to hide his blushing face away from you 

WOULD prefer it if you requested for him because it’s gonna take a while for him to come up to you 

SAN

the flirty tease

would remind me of USUI from KAICHOW WA MAID-SAMA and NISHINOYA from HAIKYUU (fun fact: they are voiced by the same actor)

two peas in a pod with Wooyoung; like HIKARU and KAORU from OURAN

Hongjoong saw how him and Wooyoung and saw their dynamic as a duo and knew he had to swoop them into the club

loves to tease his guest

it’s so compelling; how he can look so-absolutely sweet like and angel and yet he can be such a little devil 

he likes to do a push-pull effect with his guests 

if you spark his attention, he teased you more than any other guest 

even jokes around with you like he wants to get to know you more 

he’ll give you more attention than it is actually wanted of 

I mean not that anyone would really complain

San would really go out of his way to make sure that you know that he is interested in you 

and only you

brings over his favorite snacks to you 

puts his arm over your seat to get as close as he can to you; he’d put them over your shoulder if you let him 

he’ll spend every day just thinking of you

hoping that one day, he’ll be your go-to; he would literally throw tantrums if he sees you with another member 

ESPECIALY Wooyoung 

MINGI

tough man; soft boy

everyone gets an intimidating bad boy vibe from him

but once he smiles, he’s the sweetest and softest boy 

Mingi actually looked up to Hongjoong; so when Hongjoong approached Mingi, he couldn’t help but fanboy 

he looks like MORI from OURAN but acts like HINATA from HAIKYUU 

he makes everyone feel like how they giggle when their crush is around but like the whole time that he’s with them 

he does an amazing job at making everyone feel welcomed and heard; like he’s been your best friend since forever 

he’s an honest and confident guy 

so if he’s interested, you’ll know 

he’ll straight up tell you 

if you tell him that he’s not your favorite, he’ll bother you everyday 

more like a friend because he doesn’t want to force you either

but it would make him all pouty and sad if you don’t give him any attention 

would also do ANYTHING to make you smile 

doesn’t mind if he’s in the friendzone for a while 

WOOYOUNG

the OTHER tease

he didn’t think he would stay in the club 

but the more he got to know the members and the more he used his flirty antics, the more he grew attached 

he reminds me of OIKAWA from HAIKYUU and HARU from TONARI NO KAIBUTSU-KUN 

can be sexy 

can be cute

can be a mix of both 

seriously DANGEROUS 

other guests cannot get enough of him 

everyday is a surprise with Wooyoung; one day he wants to be a spoiled baby, on other days he wants to slam his hand against the wall and stare into his guests’ eyes 

he will NOT let you out of his sight if you catch his eyes

he’ll use pick up lines with you; and maybe it’s because it’s coming from him but it works 

you’d be flattered by his attempts; but if he knows that he isn’t your fave, he’ll glare at you 

add in a little pout

he gives you the silent treatment until he can’t handle it anymore and will hold your hand and swing it as he throws a tantrum about why he isn’t your fave  

JONGHO

the strong baby boy 

Hongjoong was fascinated by Jongho’s strength and saw that he had a couple of fangirls so that’s how he got into the club 

Jongho is a hinedere; which someone who comes off as a little cold-hearted but has the best intentions and is actually a soft boy 

he’ll do little acts of strengths; like breaking apples and his guests just watch him in awe like they’ve never seen it before 

he has this super gentle smile that all of his guests swoon over 

reminds me of HONEY from OURAN and IWAIZUMI from HAIKYUU

gets super shy when he sees you 

gets even MORE shy when he sees how close you are to him 

might offer you snacks or tea; but wouldn’t do anything more than that

because he’s younger, he’s not confident with you 

Jongho wants to win you over like a man

his members would help him out if they knew that Jongho was interested in you

even if he’s the strongest, he’s still the club’s baby 

[ masterlist + guidelines ]

[bbypeterprkr]

Got it Bad (Part 1)

Summary: After weeks of not seeing each other, you and your best friend, Bucky, are finally reunited. (i suck at summaries I am so sorry lolol)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: approx. 1,000

Warnings: bad writing, angst (?)

A/N: this is the first thing I’ve written in like 2 years. constructive criticism and feedback are greatly appreciated. let me know if you guys want a part 2 or if you’d like to be added to my tag list!!

You were sitting quietly in the corner of your favorite coffee shop, reading your favorite book. You had finally had time to yourself after having two full weeks of missions. You’d been going to this cafe since you were a little girl. It’s familiarity gave you a sense of comfort. You and your closest friend, Bucky, had agreed to meet here at 5:00pm sharp. It was 6:15.

Just as you were about to take out your phone and shoot him a text, you heard the bell  hanging over the door ring signalling that someone had entered the shop. You glanced up and the person you had been waiting for finally arrived.

“You’re late.” You said, standing up to greet your friend. You crossed your arms over your chest and shifted your weight to one foot. Bucky  saw past your angry façade and stepped forward to give you a tight hug. This is the first time you had seen him in a while since he was sent to London on a separate mission.

“How’ve you been, doll? It’s been almost a month since we’ve talked face to face.” He sat down looking through the menu placed in front of him. You took this time to admire his features. You had always thought Bucky was incredibly handsome. The moment Steve introduced you to him, you were mesmerized by his steel blue eyes and his perfect, dark hair. You never voiced your opinion, though. It would be a bit inappropriate seeing as you worked together and you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship. You didn’t realize you were staring until Bucky spoke up again.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He said with concern written all over his face. You quickly shook out of your daze before replying. “Yeah, I was just… thinking.”

“About what?” He put the menu down and gave you his full attention. You were caught off guard by his question and had to make up an answer on the fly.

“I was thinking about how much I missed my best friend.” You said giving him a cheesy smile. He just chuckled and shook his head. “I missed you too, doll. I was thinking, since we haven’t hung out in a while, why don’t we we visit the carnival, tomorrow? It’s in town for one more week and it’ll give us some time to catch up.” He asked with a hopeful look on his face.

You gave him a look of approval. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Barnes.” He just smiled excitedly at you.

While Bucky was ordering his beverage, you decided to go to the restroom to freshen up. While you were washing your hands, one idea kept replaying in your mind. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to pursue a relationship with Bucky. You both already knew so much about each other so you wouldn’t have to go through that awkward “getting to know you”  phase. You got along great. You were two peas in a pod. All you had to do was see if Bucky possessed any romantic feelings toward you and everything would fall into place.

You quickly dried your hands and exited the restroom. You were about to go back to your booth, when you saw the shop manager, Margot, sitting in your spot. You and Margot were good friends seeing as you were a frequent customer. She was a nice girl. She and Bucky were laughing and seemed to be having a good time. You didn’t want to interrupt so you quietly walked over to the table to grab your coffee so you could wait for Bucky. Unfortunately, you were unable to slip away unnoticed.

“Oh, Y/N! How are you? I didn’t even see you come in.” Margot smiled at you with her perfectly straight teeth. She was one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen in your life. She was also one of the kindest. When she wasn’t busy running the coffee shop, she was busy donating to local homeless shelters or reading to underprivileged kids.

“Hello, Margot. It’s great to see you, but I’ve got to get going. Buck, I’ll be waiting outside. Have a good night, Margot”

Bucky didn’t acknowledge you but you knew he heard you. You stood right beside the welcome sign by the door. You played multiple games on your phone to try to help pass the time. You even resorted to digging through your purse to throw out all of your old receipts. By the time Bucky finally exited the shop, your bag was about a half pound lighter.

“Took you long enough.” You said jokingly to your friend. He let out a light laugh. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We were in the middle of a hilarious story about her little brother getting a fishbowl stuck on his head. I didn’t realize the time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Apology accepted. Let’s just head back to the tower.”

You were in your sleeping quarters getting ready. Tonight was the night that you and Bucky agreed to go to the carnival. Your hair was styled to your liking and your makeup was perfect. You wore a stylish pair of distressed boyfriend jeans with a cute halter top and comfortable shoes. You looked as if you tried, but not too hard. Once you were satisfied with your look, you made your way down the hall to Bucky’s room. You gently knocked on his door and waited for permission to enter. A couple seconds later. The door flew open to reveal Bucky. He wore a neatly pressed suit jacket, shirt, and black dress pants. To top it off, he donned Italian leather loafers. Confusion was written all over your face.

“Um, Buck… don’t you think you’re just a tad bit overdressed for the carnival?” Just as the sentence left my lips, his eyes widened in shock.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N. I am so sorry. I completely forgot that we were supposed to go to the carnival tonight. Margot called and invited me to the theatre tonight.”

Ouch, that stung. You thought to yourself. You felt your heart break just a little bit. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Two hours of getting ready were wasted and now you had nowhere to go.

“No. It’s okay, Buck. Go out and have fun. I’ll be fine.” You said, trying to avoid eye contact in fear that your eyes would reveal your true emotions. He placed his hands on your shoulders. “Are you sure? I could always try to get you a ticket to the show.”

“I’d rather not be the third wheel. I promise I’ll be okay. Enjoy your night.” You said, offering a small smile. He gave you a quick hug before walking towards the exit. “You’re the best Y/N. I’ll make this up to you, I swear. Bye doll.” And then the door shut behind him.

It was that exact moment that you realized something. Bucky Barnes was actually going on a date. With a girl that wasn’t you. You weren’t completely sure how that made you feel. But, you did know one thing.

You had officially been  placed in the friendzone.

[coolxh]

pine helping branch and poppy out with their feelings for eachother

poppy: pine can you help me tell branch how I feel

pine: sure

poppy: alright tell him to meet me at the flower garden

pine: ok

pine goes to branches bunker

pine: BRANCH CAN I PLEASE BE YOUR WINGMAN

branch: ALRIGHT YOU CAN BE MY WING MAN BUT YOU BETTER NOT SCREW THIS UP

pine: YAY also poppy wants to meet you at the flower garden =0]

branch: ok

at the flower garden

branch: hey poppy

poppy: hey branch what are you here for

branch: pine sent me here for something but also there is something I have been needing to ask you I-I guess its something I want to tell you

poppy: sure whats up

branch: well whats up is uhh

pine: [making love singles at him asking her out like crazy]

branch: I wanted to tell you that

pine: [ holds up sign that says tell her you love her already]

branch: you're really crushing at this queen thing

pine: [face palms]

poppy:[blushes and sees pine holding up a sign saying TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM ALREADY GO GET HIM TIGER] aww branch thank you being a good queen is the most important thing in the world to me... [is nervious and snaps out of thoughts] other then being your friend

branch: [why I got friendzoned ] thats great

pine: jesus do I have to do everything myself YOU BOTH LOVE EACHOTHER JUST KISS ALREADY GOD DANGIT

branch and poppy: [blushes and then kisses finally]

poppy: [giggles] you're cute branchifer

branch: and you are beautiful poppifer

they both leave holding hands

izzy: hey guys I- [sees the two holding hands and sees pine cheering] so pine sinartra finally did it huh

pine: yes I did izzy

izzy: alright you goofball lets get back into the pod

pine: ok izzifer

izzy: dont ever call me that again pineifer

the two went and played videogames and watched videos together

the end