#JSJFD

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

is there a site to watch bb argentina with eng sub?

Unfortunately (or maybe for the better because it can be really toxic lol), no there isn't.

All I can offer is this tiktok account, that I don't know if it's still active but they used to translate ships clips.

It's also my first time seeing this and the trans woman at the end says that Thiago was in love with Nacho, and I agree. Nacho is straight, he's always said so. A lot of people in the house thought he was bi, though.

I'm revisiting stuff and damn it really got serious between them at some point jsjfd even their girlfriends were so jealous. Though I think they played up the jealousy to get viewers on their side so they won't be eliminated from the house.

[tobi-momo]

I AM NOT OKAY THIS FUCKINGN MANWAHASJASDALSDLASHDAKSJDh OMG OMG OMGFDKFJSD MY HEAD IM SIKSJDKJHSDF ISDKSD

OH SDNG OHMG YOU GUSY READ UNHOLY BLOOD / WHITE BLOOD RIGHT THE FUCK NOW I JUST READ THE LATEST CHAPET AND IM CURRENTLY SCREAMING GOOD NIGHT

[plaguedbirds]

uwahhh sketch dump >:)

ocs belong to these guys!

sezak & alak-zovih - @avatarofwar

gala-4 - @valdakon

korivan - @trialofthewolfkell

[juliandev0rak]

More Like Sisters

Beatrice, Leila, and Ella pick out their dresses for the yule ball and spend the day together. 

a side fic to the main Hallmark Yule Series written by @leila-of-ravens

characters: Beatrice Viano, Leila Lonan, Lysander Lonan, Lachlan Lonan (of @leila-of-ravens), and Ella Sagen (of @leechobsessed)

oh and Julian Devorak (he’s here too)

words: ~3300 warnings: friends being cute notes: 2/3 of beaellaleila are unlucky in love, the remaining 1/3 wants to put clay on everyone’s faces

Life in the Lonan household is never silent. There’s always someone up making noise, or even just the creak of the walls as the house settles in the night. Though she’s had trouble sleeping with all of the noise and excitement, Beatrice finds that having so many people around has become comforting after a few days. She doesn’t know how she’s going to return to her empty, quiet apartment in Vesuvia when she has to go home.

She sits at the breakfast table across from Leila, stirring a large spoonful of sugar into her tea. Bramble sits on her lap, fast asleep despite the lively chatter of the group. Since Lysander has already left for the University, Beatrice finds herself less apt to socialize. She stares sleepily into her teacup and is thinking of grabbing another of the pastries on the platter in front of her when she notices that Leila has turned to look at her.

“Earl grey again, Beatrice?” Leila gestures to Beatrice’s tea. Beatrice blushes behind her teacup and takes a sip to stall as she thinks of a response. Since she’d met Lysander she’d taken to drinking it, even though she hadn’t loved the taste at first, but now it’s become her favorite simply because it’s his favorite.

Beatrice settles with a polite but vague response, “Yes, I quite like earl grey.” 

Leila simply gives her a knowing look and turns back to her own breakfast. Julian sits to her right, drinking a cup of coffee and leaning back in his chair, looking fully at ease. He raises an eyebrow as he watches Beatrice add yet another spoonful of sugar to her cup.

“You sure put a lot of sugar in your tea,” He laughs, and Leila playfully nudges him with her shoulder.

“Don’t be rude to our guests.”

“It was simply an observation, and I’m a guest too!” Julian protests.

“Not anymore you’re not, we live here.” Leila’s tone is light and affectionate as she leans in to kiss his cheek and Beatrice looks away to give them privacy. 

Her eyes drift to Ella and Lachlan who sit across from each other at the other end of the table, pointedly looking anywhere but at each other, just as they had the morning before. Beatrice has been worried about Ella, she’s seemed withdrawn as of late, and Beatrice has a hunch that the youngest Lonan brother is to blame. 

Ella is in dire need of some cheering up, and luckily today’s the perfect day for that. Since they’ve arrived in Umbra there’s been a packed agenda, but the only thing on the schedule today is an appointment with the tailor. It promises to be a fun experience, and then they’ll have the afternoon to themselves to just spend time with each other, something they haven't had much time for yet.

The tailor arrives shortly after breakfast and as Leila leads Beatrice and Ella down the hall to the room where the tailor has set up, she finds herself feeling a bit nervous. When Lysander had asked her to the ball she’d been overjoyed, but once she’d learned she would have to dance in front of everyone she was less than enthused. Her choice of dress seems important, given how many people will be looking at her. As if sensing her apprehension, Leila reaches out to link her arm with Beatrice’s and the three make their way into the room together. 

Leila goes first. She already has an idea in mind, and the tailor picks out a lacey white material to compliment the design. The color is beautiful, and when she shows them the fabric swatch up close Beatrice notices the lace pattern is made up of tiny white snowflakes. It’s perfect, both for the theme of the yule ball and for a tempestaria like Leila. 

“You’ll look stunning, Leila,” Beatrice says, noting how the color of the dress accentuates Leila’s dark hair and brings out her light eyes.

“It’s beautiful.” Ella smiles at Leila as she twirls in the sample dress in the mirror, testing the swishiness of the skirt. It’s the first genuine smile Beatrice has seen from Ella all day, and she’s determined to see more by the end of it. It’s Ella’s turn to go next, but as she steps up towards the mirror her smile fades.

“Do you have anything in mind?” The tailor asks as she takes Ella’s measurements. 

“No, I hadn’t thought about it.” Ella does her best to keep her tone light and polite but Beatrice can detect a hint of sadness. Though Lachlan and Ella are going to the ball together, clearly they haven’t reconciled.

“Ella, you look very pretty in blue, perhaps we should look at blue fabrics?” Beatrice suggests.

“I agree!” Leila smiles, getting up from her chair to inspect a sample of sparkly blue fabric, “What about something like this?” she holds it up for Ella to look.

“Ooh.” Ella’s smile perks up as she reaches a hand out to feel the fabric, “That’s pretty.” 

“It most certainly is,” The tailor smiles, heading across the room to their inventory of sample dresses. “I would suggest a cut like this.” She holds up a dress with a full skirt and delicate, sheer sleeves.

“You should try it on,” Leila encourages her. “That would be gorgeous on you.” 

She agrees and steps behind the changing screen in the corner of the room. Leila and Beatrice turn to discuss the ball preparations, and despite her fear of public dancing Beatrice finds herself quite excited. If nothing else, she loves to plan, and though there’s not much left to do with the event only a week away, she’s eager to decorate the house tomorrow. 

They’d left the door to the room open a crack, and Beatrice startles as the door squeaks open more widely. She’s puzzled when she sees nobody at the door, but then her gaze is brought to movement at the ground to see it was just Bramble coming in. “Oh, hello Bramble, have you come to get a dress too?” Beatrice picks up her rabbit familiar, carefully placing her on her lap.

The girls are too deep in conversation to notice the youngest Lonan brother who happens to peek inside the door at the exact moment Ella steps out from behind the changing screen. Lachlan takes a surprised step back into the hallway, his eyes stuck on the exposed skin of Ella’s back, the way the dress cinches perfectly around her waist. He pulls his gaze away and hurries down the hall, fleeing the scene before anyone has the chance to notice his presence.

“I couldn’t get the zipper up all the way,” Ella says, oblivious to the drama occurring outside the door. She turns around so the tailor can help her and stands before the mirror with an excited smile. “I love this.” 

“It’ll be even prettier in blue!” Beatrice is glad to see her friend happy. Ella swishes around in the dress like Leila had, looking excited and pleased, and very pretty indeed.

Next is Beatrice’s turn, and she has no idea where to begin. The tailor takes her measurements and she wonders whether she should go for something familiar or something new, something that would take people by surprise, something to take Lysander by surprise. She tries to stop thinking of him as she discusses dress design with the tailor, her mind can’t help but wonder what he might think of her choices. 

When it’s clear Beatrice isn’t going to make a choice any time soon, Leila jumps in, “The colors of the yule ball are white, blue, and gold. If you wear something gold, we can match!” 

It’s a great idea, Beatrice loves to be on theme after all. The tailor holds up a variety of samples but none of the golds are quite right, they’re too bold, too shiny, too yellow. Finally the tailor pulls out a swatch of champagne gold, lighter and almost pink in tone compared to the other fabrics she’s looked at so far.

“Oh, Beatrice, that’s lovely on you,” Ella comments as the tailor holds the fabric up to see how it looks next to Beatrice’s face. 

It brings out the rosiness of her cheeks and the golden undertones in her hair, and she has to agree that it’s a pretty color on her. The fabric decided, they move on to the style of the dress. She wants something with a flowy skirt, but nothing so voluminous she could trip over it. Beatrice is a good dancer, but she’ll take no chances with a train or a full ball gown. 

Once the girls have finalized the details with the tailor and scheduled their fittings for a few days later, they’re left with the rest of the day to themselves. The afternoon passes quickly, spent in front of the fire, playing cards and chatting. The topics are light, mostly focused on the upcoming ball and their plans. Beatrice finds the drawing room warm and the couch comfortable and just when she thinks she might doze off on Leila’s surprisingly comfortable shoulder it’s time for dinner.  

It’s just the three of them, and though Beatrice is glad for more time spent with her friends, she misses Lysander. After dinner Leilla announces that she has a surprise for them and they follow her eagerly up the stairs. But when she leads them into a bathroom, Ella and Beatrice exchange a look of confusion. 

“Why have you brought us to the bathroom?” Ella asks as Leila reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out a vial of what looks to be green dirt.

“I thought we could use a little more pampering.” Leila reaches for a bowl stored in one of the storage cabinets.

“Do you usually carry dirt in your pocket?” Beatrice asks, watching in confusion as Leila tips the vial into the bowl and fills it with a bit of water.

“It’s clay, ” Leila laughs, dipping her finger into the bowl to stir it around. Beatrice peers over her shoulder, not quite sure what she’s expecting to happen. “Beatrice could you put your hair up?” 

“My hair?” She questions, wondering what on earth Leila’s up to. When Leila nods, Beatrice reaches into her pocket for a pencil, quickly winding her hair into a bun around it.

“It’s a clay mask, you put it on your face and wait for it to dry before you wash it off. It’s good for your skin.” Leila continues to stir the mixture until it becomes homogeneous, then she lifts her finger up and reaches towards Beatrice's face.

“How… inventive.” Beatrice struggles to find the proper word, it just looks like green mud to her. But Leila hasn’t steered her wrong yet, so she lets her friend spread the mixture on her face. It’s cold, but in a refreshing way, and she catches a glimpse of her face in the mirror and stifles a laugh at the image of her face turned green. Leila finishes applying the mask and turns to Ella who is busy wrangling her hair into a manageable pile on the top of her head.

“What do we do while it sets?” Ella asks.

“We sit, and drink wine.” Leila starts to apply the mask to Ella, who winces from the cold just as Beatrice had.

“I remember where the wine is, would you like me to go get it?” Beatrice offers, already stepping out into the hall. 

“Sure!” Leila turns to look at her, half of her face green and the other her natural color. 

“Maybe bring more than one bottle,” Ella suggests, peering her head around the doorway to watch Beatrice walk down the stairs. 

Beatrice can feel the clay hardening on her face as she walks, and she thinks if she were to smile it might crack. The image reminds her of the scars she’d seen on Lysander’s hands, disappearing beneath the sleeves of his shirt. She’s never dared to ask him about the scars before, they’re peculiar but beautiful in a way, cracked like broken ceramic. She rounds the corner into the kitchen and suddenly comes face to face with the man she’d just been thinking about, busy making a cup of tea.

“Oh, good evening, Beatrice.” Lysander greets her cordially, his lips turning into a confused frown at the sight of her. “What do you have all over your face?” 

“Clay.” She responds, grateful the green mud at least hides her embarrassed blush at being caught looking this way. “It’s supposed to be good for your skin.” 

“It looks strange, but I have heard of the health benefits of clay. You’ll have to apprise me of the results.” He turns back to stirring milk into his tea with absolute focus.

“I’ll be sure to let you know how it worked.” She tries to keep her back turned to him as she grabs two bottles of wine and some glasses from the kitchen. In the few short days of her stay here she’d gotten well acquainted with the layout of the house, she already feels at home here. When she turns to leave she notices Lysander looking at her again and she quickly ducks her head.

“Will you be assisting with the yule ball preparations tomorrow?” Lysander asks, still looking at her curiously.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.” Beatrice gives him a nod in goodbye and turns to leave. As soon as she’s out of sight she rushes down the hall, trying not to drop any of the glasses or bottles in her arms. She finds Leila and Ella in the drawing room and tries her best not to slam the door shut behind her.

“Beatrice? What’s wrong?” Leila must notice the slightly crazed look in her eyes. Beatrice sets the wine and glasses down on the side table and takes a deep breath to settle herself. Leila and Ella are both turned to look at her and she realizes she should probably respond. 

“I saw Lysander in the kitchen.” Beatrice sighs, plopping down between them in the middle of the couch.

“Oh no.” Leila reaches a comforting hand to Beatrice’s shoulder, “I’m sure he wouldn’t judge you for your… green-ness.” 

“It was just embarrassing.” Beatrice resists the urge to put her face into her hands, not wanting to get clay all over her long sleeves. “I’m always embarrassing around him.” 

“That’s not true! You’re brilliant around him. I’ve seen the two of you carrying on your academic discussions, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you when you’re not watching. He likes you, even if he doesn’t know it yet.” Ella smiles at her, reaching to grab her hand. Leila reaches over to the side table and opens a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for each of them. 

“Are you sure?” Beatrice accepts the glass from Leila and takes a sip. “I think he sees me as a friend, perhaps, but surely nothing more.” 

“Beatrice, I know my brother better than anyone and I can tell you that for all of his intelligence, he can be a bit dense. He’s observant, but he doesn’t always see what’s in front of him. Give him time, encourage him.” Leila pats her shoulder again and takes a sip of her own wine.

“So what do you recommend, to encourage affection?” Beatrice asks, once again blushing under her clay mask.

“Dancing,” Ella says almost wistfully. The look on her face fades from happiness to sadness in an instant when she realizes what she’s said.

“Things still aren't going well with Lachlan?” Leila reaches across Beatrice to grab Ella’s other hand, the three girls now linked. 

“I-,” Ella looks as if she might cry for a moment, but she takes a deep breath and collects herself. “No, they aren’t.”

“He owes you an apology,” Beatrice says, trying to keep her voice from conveying the anger she feels at anyone who could harm her friend. While she’s angry at Lachlan, he is Leila’s brother and she feels the need to remain civil.

“He does,” Leila sighs, “He owes you more than that, he needs to make it up to you.”

“Lachlan can’t even stand to look at me,” Ella’s head droops as she stares down at her shoes. Beatrice squeezes her hand in a show of support. 

“He knows he treated you poorly, he probably feels guilty,” Beatrice frowns, “and rightfully so. You’re not the one at fault here.” 

“Ella, how do you feel about him now? Is he worth it?” Leila asks, giving her friend an encouraging smile.

“I thought I hated him for what he did, but I don't.” Ella sighs, “I could never hate him.” It’s not quite an answer, but the message comes across loud and clear- he’s worth it. 

“And Beatrice? How do you feel about Lysander?” Leila turns to look at her.

“I’m- I think I’m in love with him.” Beatrice’s voice is barely a whisper as she finishes the words, she’s admitted it to herself but not to anyone else, not directly.

“That’s wonderful, Beatrice!” Ella squeezes her hand, just as Beatrice had done.

“It doesn’t feel wonderful,” Beatrice murmurs, thinking of all the empty moments spent waiting for him to notice her, to give her some sort of sign that he might like her.

“No, it doesn’t.” Ella agrees.

“I’m sorry,” Leila puts her glass down and reaches around to give both of them a hug. Ella and Beatrice join in until they’re in an awkward sort of hug huddle. Beatrice’s cheek is pressed against Leila’s and the clay mask feels a bit unpleasant, but she doesn’t pull away. “The Lonans are a difficult bunch at times.” 

“But we love you,” Beatrice smiles, trying to ignore the cracking feel of the clay.

“And we all love you, or at least, we all will,” Leila returns the smile, finally pulling back from the hug. “It’ll all be alright soon, I can feel it.” 

“And I can feel my face peeling off.” Beatrice reaches up to touch her cheek and a patch of dry clay comes off in a flake. 

“Mine too, can we wash these masks off yet?” Ella asks, trying to avoid getting any clay in the stray piece of hair that’s escaped from her updo.

“What, you don’t want to keep the green for a while? Lachlan would definitely look at you then.” Leila laughs.

“I think I’ll pass on that,” Ella replies, and Beatrice is pleased to hear her laughing instead of wincing at the mention of him like she had earlier.

“Me too, I’ve had enough embarrassment for the day. But perhaps tomorrow I’ll turn my hair green too.” Beatrice jokes.

“I’m going to miss both of you when you go back to Vesuvia,” Leila sighs.

“Even when we’re gone, it'll still be the three of us.” Ella’s words, and her familiar smile, comfort the pang of sadness Beatrice feels at the thought of returning to Vesuvia.

“The three of us,” Beatrice echoes, “Though an ocean might separate us, we’re friends, always.” 

“Best friends,” Ella corrects her. 

“More like sisters.” Leila grins, and Beatrice agrees.

[zackmartin]

Anyway, please send me words for the wip ask game so I can spoil the concept of chapter 9 kskfkd

[teethcake]

Hello from Russia!) I have long been acquainted with your work, but I found you in Tumbler recently. I do not even know how to draw so cool. Your creativity helps me to advance in drawing. Thank you for drawing so awesome) I wish you good luck and progress!

Aww!! Hello over there!! I’m glad you like my silly art but i’m sure you draw great and have so much creativity! I’m g;ad im able to help you a little but no thank you for being so nice! I wish you luck too, thank you so much!

[x-strokeofmadness-x]

🙌

🙌 What do you like best about NnT?Thank you for sending this ask Ellie! ^^ What I like best about Nnt is how it’s very original while at the same time being your familiar shounen. It took the concept of an over the top shounen (the Gil throwing his spear scene and Mel catching it was hooked me too) and at first I didn’t think much of it beyond that, and liked how it one upped itself with the over the topness of the battles and power. But after watching the anime and re-reading the manga I began noticing the subtle hints that hinted at the twists. I really love how multi layered it is, especially regarding the depth of the characters and their relationships. It sets up a predictable plot but there’s a lot of foreshadowing that makes such drastic change in how I regarded these same characters and the meaning behind the scenes (fe the promises Elizabeth and Meliodas made towards each other during the course, and how the curse reveal affected all of it). Also one of the most fun things about the fandom was reading people’s interpretation and analysis and just their gushing at their favourite characters, and then returning at the manga to reread parts and appreciate characters I didn’t before. Nnt is probably one of the only mangas where I really like almost all characters. Though Nakaba has some faults, he is a good writer and Nnt will stay one of my fav mangas.  

[decodad]

Customer service in German is "Kundenservice", so no

Sorry to tell you, but that post is fake :/

damn..... a loss for german

[applesandbannas747]

reblogging re @thestarminstrel's tag about the weightlifting bros being figments of Aiden's imagination in this headcanon to say that they are real actually, but Aiden doesn't know which is which or their personalities which is why they all act like clones of his idea of Eugene AND why Julian Diaz, the littlest of the bros, canonically, is the biggest in the novels XP (for anyone wondering, Brad is the tallest but does Aiden know? no. he doesn't even know Eugene's Filipino. why the fuck would he keep track of his friends' names?)

WAIT. GUYS. I FIGURED IT OUT.

The Fence novels are just Aiden’s dream.

Think about it—Nick and Seiji acting like 9 year olds and Eugene being a side character with no personality but ‘bro’ and Harvard being the most admired and perfect person in school… it all makes SO much sense if you consider that it’s AIDENS perception of them all and his fantasy of getting together with Harvard

[kaveuh]

i already screamed about it in tags BUT THANK YOU so much for writing the kanata nd chiaki req... it was so so cute oooo 😭💖💖 i didnt even think about arcade dates but thats so true... and i think kanata would bring his own plushies along like kanatee !! he really is such a plushie lover. its real and canon. AND CHIAKI SINGING THE OPS AND EDS TOO ngl i started doing that too after learning them 🤞 but this was all so good and comfy to read... thank you again ♡♡♡

JSJFD OFC!! IM V HAPPY U LOVED IT ANON 🫶 chiaki would also randomly sing everywhere and force u to do karaoke w him HAHA

[nachosforfree]

Rebel against the parental system!~Galaxy

Tbh my parents don't even care that i stay up super late when i dont have school jsjfd

[borathae]

I have to admit something. I rarely ever read hybrid fics, they always make me feel a little weird, but your latest jungkook fic was so good! It was so sweet and soft, it didnt make me feel uncomfortable once! I really enjoyed it thank you! I think i might actually give hybrid aus another shot!

Hey that is totally fine, if I’m being totally honest with you I don’t enjoy hybrid fics either because of the same reason as you. As a request they’re okay, but I don’t think I would write one out of my own accord jsjsj. That’s why the hardcore hybrid fics lovers are probably really dissapointed with my hybrid stories because I try to tone down them as much as possible to make it enjoyable for all of my readers jsjfds. 

I’m happy that I was able to achieve it with the Googie story and that you could read it without feeling uncomfortable hehe 💜 thank you so much for reading it anonie ily 🥺💜

[bensroger]

your commentary on ben's hair reminds me of the barber vine by packie jsjfd

stopppp fkekdeujw UR RIGHT

[howling--fantods]

IM GOING TO SEE GRAHAM COXON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[changlix-mp4]

WAIT!! I was reading a smut. Because...why not right? It's a free country. And out of nowhere....I started picturing Chanpool 💀💀💀

Now the mood is dead and I can't stop laughing plz send help 😭

WHAT? JSJFD YOOOOO LMAOSJSJ 😭💀AHAHAH I CAN’T BREATH- OUT OF NOWHERE?? ✋😭

yea why not , totally a free country x)

my sister is sleeping and you made me laugh so loud 😭😭

[elvsicns]

SO CUTE JSJFD

reverse icks that skz would do <3

◡̈ warnings: math.

◡̈ genre: fluff

— bang chan!

he moves you away from the street curb

when walking on a busy street, he’s quick to wrap his long arms around your frame and pull you closer to the side walk

he would also swap positions with you if you were the one closer to the road

so now when standing side by side, he would be the one closer to the road, his body shielding you from the dangerous moving vehicles

— minho!

he forces you to look at him by grabbing your chin

you were busy doing some homework while listening to music through your headphones in your room

you invited minho over, thinking he had homework to do as well but turns out, he finished them all before coming over

so now he was on your bed, beside the desk you were working at and he has been there ever since he came over 1 hour ago so he was bored watching you do your homework

“hey y/n! why bother inviting me when all you’re gonna do is homework!”

unfortunately, your noise cancelling headphones prevented you from hearing his whine and this made minho frustrated

annoyed by the lack of attention, minho stood up and used his slender fingers to grasp your chin, forcing you to look up at him

finally, all your attention was on him.

— changbin!

when your knees unintentionally touch, you wait for him to move but he doesn’t

your family invited him over to have dinner, wanting to know their child’s boyfriend better

the two of you sat together at the dinner table, your parents opposite

while your parents asked him questions, changbin’s knee unintentionally drifted over to your side of the table and touched your knee lightly

expecting him to move away, you continued eating your dinner, keeping in the same position

when the conversation changbin had with your parents ended, you were surprised to see his knee still touching yours

upon seeing your surprised face, the corners of his lips turned upwards, a smirk gracing his handsome face lightly

— hyunjin!

when he hugs you, his large hands wrap around your waist

“hyunjin!” you called out, waving frantically, beckoning him to come over to you

you have not seen hyunjin in a long time due to his world tour but finally, he was back home

making his way over, his taller and larger frame enveloped you in a big tight hug, his hands running down the sides of your body and finally resting at your waist

his hands slowly wrapped around your waist as he bent down and whispered into your ear

“i missed you~”

— jisung!

when he throws his head back to laugh

you were over at jisung’s house after finishing your exams

the two of you were in his room watching a movie and eating popcorn but the movie was long forgotten as you guys were more engrossed in having a conversation

jokes were cracked and throughout your 10 over years of friendship with han, never have you noticed how dashing he looked when he laughed

you showed him a funny picture of hyunjin and hyunjin was jisung’s humour.

he threw his head back while pointing at the photo, his laughter filling up the room

how have you never noticed the small vein that traced his long and slender neck and that melodious laughter of his?

— felix!

when you’re taking a photo together, he turns his head and kisses your cheek unexpectedly

“the view’s pretty,” you commented, reaching into your bag for your phone

“cheese!” you said, raising your phone up to gain felix’s attention

as you snapped a picture, felix swiftly turned his head and his soft lips landed onto your cheek

“click”

that was both your favourite picture

— seungmin!

his arms trapping you between the desk when you ask for help with work

seungmin made his way over after you sighed for the umpteenth time

math was a big headache, a pain in the ass and a nuisance

“need help?” seungmin asked, disheveling your hair at the same time

his hands emerged from behind you and they planted themselves beside your body, trapping you between the desk

as he bent down to take a closer look, his chin rested on the top of your head

maybe math isn’t that painful afterall

— jeongin!

him struggling through your window because you are grounded

“you’re gonna wake my parents up!” you whispered as he knocked his head against your window frame

“help me!” he whispered back, half his body already in your room and the other half outside

you were suppose to go to the newly opened cake shop with jeongin but that was until your parents found out about your failed test and hence, you were grounded

as jeongin finally made his way into your room, you noticed the little box he was holding

“cake?” he questioned, shrugging a little while rubbing his neck shyly.