#sorry if theyre a bit blurry i do what i can with my phone to take pictures

[elinaline]

Thank you everyone for your suggestions ! Here is my six fanarts challenge, it was so nice getting back to drawing with those characters I love so much

[angelguk]

omg so i sent in an ask re angst jock jk n oc ! but then i also realized its highly possible these 2 break up at one point while in uni mostly bc of the "are we dating bc its convenient" kinda dilemma and then it just pushes them apart bc they think theyre losing theirselves while being in such a close relationship,,,cue save ur tears by theweeknd BUT i just know when they grow up a lil bit more, theyll end up together <3

here we go! (the beginning of the end....may be...)

didn’t include save your tears as the soundtrack but may haps for the follow-up :3

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: angst, yes the break-up scene, jaykay being an ass (a very huge one motivated by his own insecurities and selfishness – translation: he’d rather break her heart and carry that weight than be the heartbroken one), chayoung is no longer Seed of Doubt but something else (still up for debate but she’s fairly nice here), not edited but hey atp that’s part of my branding (also i would like everyone to consider that oc is not the greatest gf ever like guys don’t hate jk alone!!)

soundtrack: bags, clairo + stay, gracie abrams + say you know, alina baraz

(titled — honeymoon fades)

Jeongguk’s contact name hasn’t lit up the screen of your phone for six days now and you haven’t seen his face for just as long. It’s weird to go from constant incessant  communication to complete and utter radio silence. Not a single meme deposited in your Instagram inbox, no random notification from his Twitter. Just silence, quiet brewing silence. 

It breaks two days later when Chayoung finds you coddled under your duvet, mouth stuffed with the saccharine sweetness of mint chocolate. (Jeongguk kept a stash of it at your place but who was around to eat it anymore apart from you?). 

“And why do you look like you live in a dumpster?” She’d hummed, ripping open the curtains you’d involuntarily welded shut. 

“Because that’s how I feel inside,” you’d retorted, pushing aside your laptop. The screen is stuck with an image of an idiotic character named Nabi kissing the spawn of Satan. You hope for her sake it works out. Chayoung had huffed at your response, fondly whacking your head with a stray pillow. 

“Well get over that feeling cause we’re going out tonight.” A declaration, the fierceness in her feline eyes a warning that you’re not allowed to even think of saying no. That doesn’t mean you hadn’t tried – sorrowful eyes and pouted lips as you begged her to spare you. But Chayoung is a force of nature, one that could easily wreak havoc on your delicateness. And she does though, with a string of comments that propels you out of the miserable burrow you’d dug up. 

“You’re killing everyone, you know?” She’d supplied, yanking open your closet. “You’re sulking, Jeongguk is shutting down. He’s said like five words since this whole...thing...you have going on.” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at that, toying with the corner of the large grey shirt donned on your body. Jeongguk’s shirt. One of his favourites actually. You’d thought about stealing it after spying it on his obsessively neat laundry pile, but after seeing your wandering eyes he’d given it to you instead. 

“He always does that,” you’d said after Chayoung had whipped her head in your direction, curved eyebrows perplexed. “I mean, shut down. It’s his emotional response to things that bother him. Complete detachment so it hurts less.”

She had just stared at you, a long meaningful look at left your skin prickled. 

“Huh.”

“What do you mean ‘huh’?”

A measured step forward, her body weight sinking into the edge of your mattress a moment later. “I mean, you know him so well.”

“Of course I do he’s my best-friend,” you’d said, indignation coating your words

“No–No you're not getting me. You know him. You know he wouldn’t make the move to reconcile–”

“But he should!”

“You told him to go away! He’s trying to listen to you even though he’s hurting!”

And maybe that was it, that simple implication that you were causing him pain that had you pausing, reviewing the things you’d said to him – the things you’d felt. 

“But,” a timid rebuttal, “I just–I just need him to show me that he cares.”

“He does,” Chayoung had returned. “So much. And he misses you. He’s probably just afraid that you don’t feel the same.”

“But I do! He knows this.”

“Does he?” A question in her eyes, one that you’re afraid you know the honest answer to. 

You say things and never mean them, he had said, eyes hard.

That had hurt you but perhaps he was right, there are things you hadn’t told him, feelings you hadn’t truly expressed. And Jeongguk had always been good to you, so understanding and caring, trying to fill the places were you lacked. Wasn’t he the one who planned the majority of your dates? Remembered all the important milestones of your relationship while you contributed the bare minimum. You hadn’t even told Chayoung about the surprise he had planned for your one-year anniversary, the shame of your own choice hanging heavy over your head. 

So that’s why you’re here, staring at the back of his head forlornly as the music drifts around you, flashing florescent lights bathing him a hazy glory. He hasn’t seen you yet (something you’re thankful for because oddly enough you feel sick to your stomach). It feels like you’re skating on thin ice, waiting for the impending crack to sound through your heart, ice water swallowing you whole immediately. Chayoung is the one who pushes you forward, gingerly plucking the idle drink from your hand, Jimin aiding her efforts with a soft smile your way. 

It’s time for you to try the way Jeongguk has, put aside that bumbling ego that oversees your actions and adopt the humility he’s always granted you.

“Go,” she murmurs. “He misses you.”

And God you hope he does because you’ve missed him too. 

Except the moment his honey eyes land on you you know he hasn’t.

“Jeongguk,” you mumble. Yoonoh is frozen beside him, concerned gaze flicking between your faces. Your own eyes are stuck on him, the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips, the subtle hint of the dimple in his cheeks. 

You’ve missed him, and it slips from your heart and brims in your eyes, vision blurry as your blink those stray tears back inside. 

“Hi,” you add, when his silence doesn’t break.

“I should probably go,” Yoonoh lets out, awkward words bumping into the wall of tension standing firm between you to. He settles a hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder, sending him a look that feels loaded. “See you guys later, right?”

You nod, finally noticing the lump clogging your throat. “Yeah, sure.” Jeongguk just hums, the edge of his cup caught between his lips. Yoonoh flees within seconds, leaving you to wade through this alone. 

“I–I know you’re not happy with me right now, but please, can we just talk?” He blinks at you, it feels like a premonition. “Please?”

“Okay.” The simple word fills you, like a hollow you weren’t aware of finally found the cure needed. 

“Okay,” a small smile on your lips. Jeongguk’s face is still unreadable. He guides you up and away from the deafening sound of the song bleeding from the speakers, into an empty room, the door closing behind him muting the music and giving way to the own pounding in your head. Nobody says anything for a second, both of you navigating this uncharted territory of animosity. Until Jeongguk sighs, melting into the bed at the centre of the room. You follow suit, allocating enough space between the two of you. You’ve ever had to do that before.

“You said you wanted to talk?” Jeongguk finally cuts through it, eyes unforgiving when he glances at you.

“I did! I do–Just Jeongguk,” you can’t help it drifting out. “I miss you.”

Nothing, not even a flicker in his eyes. He eyes shift to the floor instead. “Okay. I that what you wanted to say?”

“No–No not just that! I’ve missed you Jeongguk and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that i went off on you like that and I’m sorry I haven’t been the best towards you and I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel like I didn’t care about you–or made you feel like the things I said or did had no meaning behind them. Because they do–they do because I love you. I love you so so much and I’m sorry if I made it seem like otherwise.” You automatically extend out for him, hoping to grasp on his thing floating to fast away from you. Jeongguk shifts and you hand tumbles down to the empty space between you instead, halted by his hesitance. 

His head drops into his palms a second later, a broken exhale leaving his lips. The motion cause the silver bracelet on his wrist to slip down the length of his arm. It jolts something in you. Jeongguk had given you a matching one but you’d ripped it off after the last argument and hadn’t considered putting it back on. But Jeongguk was still wearing his. 

“Do you really?”

“What?” He’s staring at you know, doe eyes cloudy.

“Do you really love me?” There, that stupid evil vile question that you thought you had the answer to but the words vanish in your head the longer he looks at you.

“I do–what? What are you implying? Of course, I do.”

“Of course, you do,” Jeongguk echoes. His eyes turn to the window located over his shoulder. You can see his head working through something, and you’re suddenly terrified fingertips itching to wander through his curls and coax those thoughts from his head. 

“Jeongguk? What the hell are you talking about? Talk to me, please.”

He sighs again, at it feels like your heart splinters. A sudden shake of his head and Jeongguk twists back to face you, a silent tear falling down his cheek.

“You don’t love me.”

“Wh–What are you talking about? I do! And how can you decide my feelings for me?”

“No. You don’t love me the way you think you do–the way you should.” It feels like he’s saying it to more than you, like he’s saying it to himself. “Maybe this the wrong choice to make. You know. Maybe we shouldn’t have done this.”

You shatter just like that, shards on the floor as you stare him, this person that you thought you knew. And maybe the feeling is mutual because Jeongguk is staring at you in a similar way, searching for the courage to say the words you know lie in his heart. Like a loaded cannon, waiting for the match to strike and leave you lying in pieces. 

“I think we should break–"

“No,” you cut him off with an adamance that you didn’t know existed until right then. “No, you’re not gonna say that and we are not doing this.”

His eyes narrow then, jaw set. “This is not about ‘us’, I’m doing what’s right for me.”

“How is that right? Huh, Jeongguk? Don’t you care about this? Don’t you care about me?”

He looks away then, ignoring your questions, his throat stuck. 

“Jeongguk...” You reach out again, and he allows it, shoulders sinking with the weight of your hand on them. “Don’t you care about me?”

Another heavy exhale, his eyes blinking hard. “I do. And that’s why this won’t work, not the way it should at least. I really think we should end this, or at least reconsider the reasons why we’re together. You say you love me–you say you always have but really–really think about it. About me and us and what we are. I’m sorry, I really am but I just can’t do this anymore.”

He rises then, your outstretched hand tumbling down to the empty space he’d left behind. You can’t move it, can’t breathe, your heart hurtling out of your chest and onto the ground where it lies, fragmented beyond repair and bleeding bare. You glance up through tears, watch him open his mouth and then it and look away. 

“Do you mean it?” You finally ask, and his eyes snap to you. He knows what you’re saying. There’s a pause that stretches out for eternity, coloured by the sound of the ringing in your head.

“Maybe.” It cuts right through you, lodging itself deep with intent. And then you just have to nod, swallow the scream clawing at your throat. He murmurs one more apology before his feet carry him away, and you watch, forlorn as you burn his frame into your memory, as your whole world walks out the door.

[ateezthings]

ATEEZ Reaction: Taking pics of their S/O

Anon said: “Hiiii :)) Can you please do a reaction of ateez when theyre trying to take pics of their s/o but she gets all shy and nervous so they hype her up OOFFFF SO CUTE :33 Thank you!🥰🥰”

This request is so cute, so I had to do it 😊

Kept it genderneutral 😊

Fluffy fluff

 Also here are some songs that convey the mood I was going for:

Lizzo – Juice

Seeed – Hale-bopp (for my fellow german atinys)

Recent Rumors - Boulangerie

Muna – I know a place

Marteen – Left to right

 Seonghwa

- You two were originally on an ice cream date in the city when Seonghwa randomly started snapping pics of you

 “Seonghwa stop, I look awkward”

 “I’m sorry what? I can’t hear you over this model look right now”

- This cringy comment made you laugh

- And that���s when Seonghwa could take the most natural pics of you

- You bet your sweet ass he’s using your pics as his phone background for the next 572 weeks

Hongjoong

(still shocked, how hongjoong isn’t considered a visual, do you see this fine man, his features... argh...)

 “Ok now I wanna take some pics of you”

 “But I’m not photo-ready Joong”

 “What do you mean? Your face is here, I have a camera, we are photo-ready”

- So he did his thing

- Every now and then he directed you a bit, followed by praising you for being “so pretty he might die”

- You also enjoyed him having so much fun with his camera

- In the end he rewarded you with lots of kisses

Yunho

- There is nothing this man can’t do, so obviously he’s also the best at being your own personal hype man

- You were walking home from grocery shopping

 “Sweetie hold this broccoli for a second”

 “Excuse you?”

- But he was already in his element, crouching down, taking pics of you with the broccoli in your hand

- When you didn’t seem to know how to pose, he tried making the whole thing more ridiculous to make you feel comfortable

 “You look like the best model in the world, now straighten out your leg a little… yeeeees that’s it, you’re the best broccoli model, look at you, Gigi Hadid is shaking in her boots!”

Yeosang

(he continues to personally attack me and i think he should be punished)

- Him being the definition of beauty, you were a little intimidated when he suggested you went out for some pictures

- There were many good opportunities but you never felt comfortable in front of the camera until Yeosang hyped you up

 “Wahhh, you’re so pretty, where did you get that face?”

- Thankfully he gave you some flowers to hold so you wouldn’t have awkward hands

 “I’m also quite awkward whenever I have to do photoshoots with the boys, you know? But I always try to be my own hype man, thinking that I’m the hottest and  “Yeah but that’s different yeo, you actually are gorgeous”

 “No, I won’t let you talk like that, have you seen yourself? You’re beautiful”

- He showed you the pics he took of you and you kind of started to see it, you looked quite good actually

San

- He is loud

- Obviously, he wouldn’t hold back when praising you for your model skills

 “Woah, holy, look at you, baby, omg, are you even real”

- More approving exclamations came from his mouth

- After a while you were kinda over it, so you wanted to mess with him a little

- You started biting your lip a little, messing up your hair

- You walked closer to san, seductively

- Your gaze clearly meant business

- He quickly forgot about the pictures when you kissed him passionately

Mingi

(been thinking about him a lot and I’m really happy that he’s getting some time off to focus on recovery, we love kq for that)

- You were cuddling on the bed

- Because he wanted to remember the moment, he snapped a few pics

- You demanded he show you the results

 “No Mingi, delete that, I look really stupid”

 “What? Have you seen you? Your face is so beautiful, pls let me keep them”

- Of course, he pouted

- Which you couldn’t resist

- Maybe you didn’t look so bad in the pics anyway

Wooyoung

(idk why but he looks extra cuddly to me here)

- A random rooftop cafe, somewhere in Seoul

- The sun started to set, so Wooyoung shoved his phone camera in your face

 “Woo, I’m eating right now”

 “I know but you look extra cute with your full cheekies”

- You weren’t having it, so you wrestled Wooyoung for the phone

- The results were a few blurry pics that were actually quite cinematic and moody

 “look at how photogenic you are babe, even when you get physical you still look good”

 “Woo, I thought we already established that last night” wink wink

Jongho

(his smile lights up my whole world you don’t understand)

 “You look really fancy today, baby, I like your coat “

 “Thanks, Jong”

 “Actually, can you stand in front of that wall really quick?”

 “Where should I look?”

 “At me of course”

- Looking at him actually made your eyes bigger and brought a smile to your face

- Perfect for his pics

[melonmork]

once in a blue moon

soulmate!jaemin 🌙💕

a/n: in this au, identical birthmarks indicate soulmates!

~the only time you see your birthmark is through photos that your friends take or, when you’re bored, you’ll manage a blurry photo and inspect it disinterestedly

~it’s in the shape of a crescent moon, with another small disconnected spot perched right above the top of the moon shape, and it sits right behind your right ear before your hairline, in just the right spot to give you a headache when you try to see it in your reflection…

~the whole soulmate thing seems so intangible to you, although one of your closest friends just recently met their soulmate after noticing her identical birthmark while she bent down to pet a puppy

~of course you’re happy for them, and you’re excited to meet your own soulmate, but for now it seems so far away, so unattainable

~first of all, you think, what if their birthmark is somewhere i can’t see and i never know they’re my soulmate?

~and anyways, you muse further, my soulmate might live on a different continent, for all i know

~the unnecessarily loud snapping of fingers right before your face snaps you out of your daze, and you let out a little huff

~you look over to see your boss’ unamused face and your cheeks heat up

~”sorry, i won’t let it happen again, i’m sorry…” you say softly, glancing down to your lap before trying your best at an earnest expression, hoping to convince your boss once again to be lenient on you through your attempt at puppy eyes

~he sighs, shakes his head, and laughs, “that’s what you tell me every time. can you go stack these fiction books? they came in this morning. and put those poem books on the front display, they’re supposed to be a big seller.”

~you nod and quickly accept the task, thanking him and getting to work stocking the shelves with the books from the cart

~you finish up, admiring your creative setup of the poem books on the front display case, thanking your boss again when he compliments your work

~you decide you deserve (and need) a hot drink from the book store cafe, so you wander to that side of the book store and wait in line behind a few customers, one of them holding a poem book that you handed them while you were setting up the display

~while you wait, you check your phone to see that your friend sent you a photo of her with her soulmate; your friend smiles broadly while the pretty girl beside her plants a big kiss on her cheek. she sent it with the message “having so much fun at the beach with her! can’t wait for you to meet her!” 

~you smile at your phone and then put it away, opting to wait a while longer before responding

~and your mind cant help but wander to your soulmate again

~how tall will they be? you wonder

~how well will their hands fit in mine? what color are their eyes? do they prefer winter or summer? will they like the way i dress? do they like to read books too?

~again you’re snapped out of your daze, this time by the barista, jaemin, who calls your name gently

~”you want the usual?” he asks, smiling slightly at you, looking you in the eyes

~he always does that, and it makes you blush, and for a second the thought occurs to you that jaemin could be your soulmate…

~no, you think, he probably already found his

~”please and thanks” you respond, returning his smile and waiting at the counter as he writes your name on the cup

~you admire his black hair that falls softly in small strands out of the style and into his eyes as he looks down and writes

~you admire his profile as he hands the cup to the other barista, taeil

~you cant look away from him, from his shapely jawline, his dark eyebrows, his lips, soft and slightly shiny from the lip balm you sometimes see him rubbing on from across the book store

~aaaand much to your embarrassment, you’ve dazed again

~you snap out of it at the sound of jaemin’s soft laugh

~he’s shaking his head slightly, and you blush and laugh along with him

~since there’s no one in line behind you, you have time to chat with him for a bit, so he strikes up a conversation

~”you always seem like you’re somewhere else, you know. what are you thinking about now?” he inquires, leaning his elbows on the counter and watching you for your reply

~you hesitate… how can i tell him that i was thinking about how beautiful he is? you think… eventually, you decide to just tell him that you were thinking about your soulmate

~”oh,” he says, his eyes widening, “you’ve found them? what are they like?” he asks, his smile fading slightly, but just enough for you to notice

~”oh no no i haven’t met them yet! i was just… wondering what they might be like…”

~he smiles again and looks at you silently for a moment

~”they must be wonderful if they’re your soulmate, and im sure they think about you as well. who knows, maybe they work in a book store too,” he adds, then leans back from the counter, “i should get back to work. see you!” he affords you another smile, a jaemin smile, and waves at you, then disappears into the small pantry behind the counter

~you pick up your drink and thank taeil, then head back to the register area to relieve your coworker johnny and take over for a bit

~he hangs around, leaning against the counter beside you, talking about a book he read last week that he recommends, and you two talk books in between ringing up customers and helping people find a certain book

~when the conversation lulls, johnny looks at you intently for a moment and you’re like what?? do i have cream on my face?? and he laughs and shakes his head

~”you like jaemin, dont you? you go get a drink from the cafe every time you work, but only after you spend a solid ten minutes stealing glances at him from all the way over here”

~as he says that, you involuntarily glance at jaemin, then immediately look back at johnny, your face heating up

~”see! you can’t deny it” he affirmed, crossing his arms across his chest and smiling, a bit smug

~”maybe i do. but what’s the point of liking people, johnny? why do crushes even exist when soulmates exist too? isn’t it pointless?” 

~johnny ponders this for a second, then responds, “attraction isn’t pointless. the universe has its ways of steering us along its path.” he smiles at you, places his hand on your shoulder, and then bids you goodbye and leaves the store

~”the universe has its ways of steering us along its path…” you repeat to yourself, mulling it over 

~it makes perfect sense, doesnt it? you think

~in fact, it gives you courage, and you decide then and there that next time you have a shift at the same time as jaemin, you’ll spend more time talking to him, maybe even wait for his shift to end and sit down with him like you did once a long while ago

~two whole weeks actually pass before you see jaemin again at work, and you swear he looks even more beautiful when you finally see him again

~his skin is a bit tanner and brighter and his hair looks wavy and you find it even harder than normal to look away

~this time he catches you looking too, and he flashes you his lovely, big smile before you’re able to turn away in a sorry attempt to hide your embarrassment at having been caught staring

~you’re trying hard not to look at him, because it makes your heart beat way too fast, and you even begin to question your plans of going over to him

~but it turns out you don’t need to worry about that anyway, because a moment later you see beautiful, glowing jaemin’s dazzling smile right in front of you, and he looks so cute in his barista apron and cap with his wavy hair poking out from underneath the sides

~”jaemin, hi…” you manage, a little bit breathless by how suddenly he came to see you

~”hey, when do you get off?” he asks, and his face lights up when you tell him that you get off in an hour. “me too! would you like to sit down and have a cup of coffee with me then?” and when he asks, you look into his eyes and you swear that they have stars in them; there’s no way the poor book store lighting could make them so dazzling

~”i would love that, jaemin” you respond happily, the weight of being the one to ask him lifted off your shoulders

~”i’ll see you then,” he says before flashing you another smile that makes your heart skip twelve hundred beats

~johnny from the register beside yours: ayyyyyeeeeeeee get it!

~once the hour has passed, you take off your own book store cap and make your way over to a cafe table, sit down, and wait for jaemin 

~a minute later, he emerges from behind the counter, still wearing his cap and apron, balancing two cups, a pastry bag, and a photo album in his hand, his signature beam plastered across his face

~you can’t help but giggle at his cuteness, and even though you’re nervous, you’re also so comfortable in his presence as he sets down everything he’s holding and gives you another big smile, saying hello

~you two make small talk about work and sip on the drinks he brought (of course he brought you your usual order)

~and then he says in a more serious tone “i have something i’d like to show you” and he opens the photo album he brought

~your moth drops open when you see the photos… they’re all of the moon

~each photo is a breathtaking shot of the moon, hanging amiably over the dark ocean in the dusk, adorning the warm pink morning sky like a pearl, or boldly white against a stark black sky speckled with stars

~”i went to the beach with my family last week,” he explains, “and i had some great opportunities to photograph the moon. it’s kind of my passion” and when you look at his profile beside him, your heart is filled with adoration for this boy

~and then you remember your birthmark, shaped like the moon, and here you are next to the boy who loves the moon, and you think it really could be possible that he’s your soulmate…

~when you see jaemin begin to look at you, you quickly return your gaze to the photo album, moving your hair absentmindedly out of your face 

~and you don’t realize it, but in doing so you’ve revealed your birthmark to jaemin, who is fixated on you as if you are the moon

~theyre my soulmate, he thinks to himself, oh my god theyre my soulmate

~after a moment you meet his gaze again and you give him a puzzled expression in response to his own shocked one

~”is everything okay?” you ask, and he clears his throat, smiles, and nods, and tells you that it’s getting dark, he’ll lead you out to your car

~so you two walk out side by side (johnny winks at you when you catch his eye on your way out) and step out into the cooler night air and he walks with you in silence as you make your way to your car, a bit confused by why he ended your conversation so abruptly

~when you get to your car, you begin to thank him, but he gently cuts you off

~”i… there’s something you need to see.” he says

~the street lights illuminate his figure from behind and the moonlight, especially bright tonight, although you cant tear your eyes away from jaemin to afford the moon a look to see why, shines softly on his face

~without moving his gaze from your own, jaemin slides his fingers slowly underneath the collar of his shirt and pulls the material down over his left shoulder

~at first you’re shocked by his actions, but when you see the darker patches of skin right below his shoulder, you begin to understand

~he’s showing you his birthmark

~and it’s yours

~a crescent moon with a small spot just above the tip of the moon, gracing his tanned arm

~and everything makes sense now

~”we’re soulmates,” jaemin says gently, his voice soft and wonderfully raspy as he pulls the collar of his shirt back over his shoulder and smiles so softly at you, and you find yourself jealous of the moon because of how often she must get to kiss his beautiful features

~”may i?” he asks, his fingers hovering over your right ear, and when you nod he ghosts his warm fingertips over your birthmark

~and in a moment his chest is against yours, his right hand tenderly holding the small of your back and his left hand deftly sweeping your hair away from behind your ear

~he leans in to kiss your birthmark and his breath is hot and wonderful on the side of your neck and you tilt your head, inviting him to kiss you, wrapping your arms around his waist and trying to control your racing heart and fast breathing

~his warm lips plant two, three, four kisses gingerly on the tender skin where your birthmark is

~he pulls away and looks at you fondly, smiling and still holding your back and your neck in his warm palms

~”you know,” he begins, “i’ve always felt that you are the only person more beautiful than the moon. i wonder how it is that we just so happened to work at the same book shop, in the same town, at the same time…”

~suddenly, johnny’s words echo in your head, and you voice them aloud, “the universe has its way of steering us along its path.”

~he smiles widely and, after thinking about it for a minute, says “you’re so right..” as he leans back, this time planting his gentle, strawberry-lip-balm-flavored kisses on your lips, savoring his time with you under the moon and stars, inexplicably glad that it’s you, it’s you, it’s really you…

~after he kisses you, he looks up at the moon

~you continue to watch him, even daring to kiss him quickly underneath his chin, making him laugh so cutely

~”look up,” he says, and you do

~”a blue moon…”

~”yep. a few minutes ago i would have called it coincidence, but you’ve got me thinking othwerise.” and he looks back at you and gives you that impossibly lovely smile of his, and you find yourself thinking the same thing as him

~it’s you, it’s you, it really is you...

thank you for reading!!! i hope it's a fun read! feedback is very much appreciated! 🌙💞😌💙 much love to you all! xxxx

[moonchildhcs]

parkjin headcanons!!

ur honestly both in awe at how ur in a relationship with each other because neither of u give urselves enough credit !!!! u r both sweethearts and visual gods

hyunjin: “wow ur so cute i cant believe ur dating me” parker: “no!! thats me @ u” god: “p l e a s e ur both cute babies and u deserve each other”

i digress

this bb is friends with some clingy ass mofos !!! like daehwi !!! ur getting the hugs u deserve and u will get no complaints from him abt ur affections either because hes just sitting their with you like o//w//o

dont believe this boys dangerous stage presence he is a softie through and through he will get you flowers and chocolates and everything you could possibly imagine !!! angel baby sweetie pie ur pumpy umpy umpkin !!!

he would absolutely love dancing with you !! he loves ur passion and drive to perform and is always willing to practice with u even when hes tired :( bb boy !! hes much nicer than chan tho lol but hes still a pretty strict teacher so expect some dramatic improvement under him

(also whenever you pull off a move properly he gives u a sweet s m o o c h so it encourages you to do even better for more opportunities to kiss ur bf)

bc hes an idol !! yall cant go out publicly for dates all the time so a typical date is yall goofing off at home, watching movies and shows on netflix, a romantic dinner if yall have the energy but generally takeout, blasting music and dancing around, etc etc he just loves being with you

but when its been a while he will absolutely take you out on cute dates!! sometimes cute elaborate picnics, sometimes a spontaneous trip around the city at night, but always without a fail fun and exciting, especially with your boyfie by ur side :^)

also initially he is SO shy with you !! like remember how shy he was around jinyoung ??? during the survival show??? multiply that by a MILLION this boy was so shy he blushed the deepest shade of red just by h*lding ur h*nd !!! he gains more confidence as the relationship progresses but pls be easy on this bb boys heart

also (wiggles eyebrows) yall can have some spicy kisses !! some intense makeout sessions !! but nothing further lol he is a SHY BOY and also very much 18 he is awkward and is not abt that life rn lol

like ur gonna be shocked at the duality because at the beginning of the relationship hes like “c-can i h*ld ur h*nd? and ur like “how did u censor that out loud” but now hes like “makeout with me” and ur like bitch WHAT but also okay lol

this boy is a solid eight inches taller than you lol if you think he wont even lightly tease you about the height difference you are wrong !! ur just chillin and hes like “hey :) hows the weather down there” and ur like “i will END you” and he blows a kiss ur direction and ur like “okay maybe not ur kinda cute. but comment on my height again and u will receive no mercy”

DUDE he is at the perfect height where he can rest his chin on ur head!! and give u forehead kisses !!!! he just loves u so much man !!! sure kissing u on the lips is great and all but kissing ur forehead?? CUTE

also so many of his shirts and hoodies disappeared and he was like ?????????? what !!! and then he saw you just DROWNING in his hoodie because he too loves oversized stuff and hes like. im fine with this (he takes photos and sets them as his home and lockscreen when they arent promoting) (this boy is GOOD at not getting caught)

dude when the Boiis found out u two were dating they LOST IT !!! interrogated then welcomed !! hyunjin was exposed by them a lot lol they exposed ALL the juicy stories and u were like :^)

dont worry tho ya girl laramie exposed u in kind so then hyunjin was like :^)

truly a bonding experience for the both of you

yall are both visual gods so sometimes u both will just. try on even the most ridiculous outfits and have a fashion show in the living room of ur technically shared apartment

yall take photos on ur phones in a super exaggerated manner in order to mimic the paparazzi and photographers and shout encouragements like “YES KING GET THAT BREAD” and “OH YES WORK IT”

willing to nerd out with you at a l l times !!!

oh my god him sleeping over when he can when hes not promoting and u waking up to him spooning u and just. big cuddle hours: activated

soft kisses before jokingly going “u have morning breath” and just the resounding GROAN before he threatens to leave u cold in the bed and ur like no wait-

hes trying to be frugal with his money as he hasnt been an idol for that long but he definitely buys you gifts from time to time when hes reminded of u

“babe i got this red panda plushie for u” (insert parkers unintelligible  shrieking here)

hes not the most jealous boyfriend actually !! he trusts you a lot and is okay with you being friends with whomever u please but sometimes he sees u fangiring over his seniors or smth and hes like >:( im a good performer too love me !!!! pls !! he just wants ur love smooch his cheeks and ull be good

also to get him flustered? peck his cheeks or (gasp) his NOSE he gets so flustered bc its so innocent but so intimate at the same time so he just gets so RED and stutters and ur just like :^) ah how the turn tables

this boy is a ROMANTIC through and through hes not old fashioned but he likes doing cheesy things like opening the door for you, giving you flowers, pulling out the chair for you, etc etc

he just wants to LOOOOOOOOOOVE you !!!!!

he doesnt go for too many pet names but babe and princess are what he leans towards !!

he practices his english on u and u practice ur korean on him (hint, ur better at korean than he is at english)

but he tries so hard and hes so cute !!! his english is so cute!! appreciate this baby pl s

him: “my hands are big so i can hold the world” u: “worm?” him: (holds ur cheeks) u: (choked) “w-worm?”

u guys r so cheesy but its so cute !! he just wants whats best for you

also you guys are no strangers to having deep and highly emotional talks because ur both very empathetic and vulnerable people

youve talked about ur insecurities and so has he!!! uve also both confronted the whole “ur not dating me because of my visuals/because im an idol right” and ur like “um?? no ur a sweetheart and a dedicated boii and performer and-” and then u go on a half hour long rant about all the things u love abt him and hes just like :’) i love you

whenever hes away for one reason or another, esp stuff like tours, he leaves a bunch of his clothes that smell like him so you wont feel as lonely !!! because the sad reality is is that on tours when hes not on stage hes practicing practicing practicing so keeping in touch is kinda hard

but he does his best !! he sends letters and text messages and voice messages and everything !! and when he can he facetimes you !!

we have ALL seen the boys instagram he will take a burst of 10000000 selfies on ur phone, plague u with the “ur icloud storage is almost full” messages, and it takes u 12239632485 years to delete them all (after making sure they are safely backed up into ur google photos)

yall are SO CUTE and take so many couple photos !!! yall are that iconic couple and u generally post these on ur super exclusive finsta but sometimes u sneak in a blurry pic of him on ur main or even a censored pic of him and ur like “do u ever just have the cutest sweetest (and hottest but hush) boyf in the world to flex on the broke bitches who hate u” and hyunjin is like BABE and ur like :^) 

lowkey sometimes u get jealous of jinyoung bc this boii loves and respects him so much and ur like “What Does He Have That I Do Not” and hyunjin is like “a successful career as an idol” and ur like “define successful” and he GASPS

jokesjokes lol yall playfully argue with each other a lot but if any of u go too far its pretty obvious bc u get quieter and he just. emotionally withdraws and u can see it in his eyes and ur both like OH NO BABE i didnt mean to hurt you im sorry !! and ull have a quick convo with multiple apologies and then ur BACK TO BUSINESS

OMG DUDE HOW YALL MET WAS SO CUTE

so basically he was out with !! the boiis at this cute coffee shop that is never crowded so its safe for them to just relax without having seven masks on lol

and the u !! come in with laramie like :( dude school SUCKS and laramie like nods her head intently like yes indeed

and this boy is struck with LOVE like ur . so cute. and tiny. and cute. and ur venting so passionately about how the education system does Not Meet The Needs of students and hes like. her passion. i love it

and u havent noticed him but oh man the boiis have and they are RUTHLESS bc hes so shy but theyre like GIVE HER UR NUMBER COWARD

and after an overwhelming amount of encouragements and some mild bullying (and laramie going to the bathroom because this dumb bitch spilled a lil bit of tea on her shorts and shes LIVID) and this boy approaches u and ur now love stricken

bc hes so CUTE !!! and its clear hes a lil nervous bc hes blushing uwuwuwuwuwuwu but he said !! he really admires ur passion and he thinks ur really cute and hes sorry if this is creepy but could i get ur number and ur like yes. pls. i love you (jokesjokes u dont profess ur love immediately but DAMN were u close to)

u and hyunjin all blushie and excited and the boiis are LOSING it and laramie comes back like “hey fellas whatd i miss-”

anyways yall are THAT power couple who love each other and are super devoted!! and have an amazing time with each other and DAMN ppl say love is dead but clearly they havent met yall

@daffodwlw read this and weep tears of love, coward

[chelseaapproved]

I’ll Sing a Song Beside You-12

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Chapter Twelve

Marinette wakes to 12 unread texts from Alya. She’s kind of useless in the morning but the threat of something happening to her friend has Marinette on alert. She quickly sits up, ignoring the wave of dizziness it causes and unlocks her phone.

Alya: MArinette!!!

!!!!!

Did you see?????

Ans wer meee

Theyre dating o.0

Go on

Ladyblog

So many ppl sent me pics of them making out

Like they were srsly going at it on the eiffel tower

Newscasters want to interview me cuz i was the one to break the scoop!!!!

THEYRE DATING ASDLHSDFAD

OMG just wake up and answer me already

Marinette stares at her phone in horror. With shaky hands, she goes on the Ladyblog on her phone and sees it, right on the homepage. The picture is a little blurry, but it is unmistakably a zoomed in picture of Ladybug and Chat Noir in a very...compromising position.

Apparently making out at the top of the Eiffel Tower is not a good idea if you’re a famous superhero and want to keep your relationship a secret.

“Tikki,” Marinette yelps, “what do I do?”

Tikki flies over to her and peers at the picture on the screen. Instead of providing any ancient and wise godly advice, Tikki giggles. “Aww, you two are so cute!”

“So not the point!”

“There’s nothing you can do about it now, Marinette. Maybe learn to have a bit more self-control next time.”

Marinette groans, her face growing hot, and locks her phone. Since she’s already awake, she starts getting ready for school, determined not to think about her public humiliation.

“You’re up early,” her mom says when Marinette stumbles into the kitchen 15 minutes later.

“Alya woke me up,” Marinette responds. She still hasn’t answered and has 3 more texts from the girl. She’ll deal with it at school.

Her mom heads to the cabinet to get a bowl while Marinette gets the milk from the fridge. “Is everything okay?”

“She’s fine,” Marinette says as she pours her cereal. “Chat Noir and Ladybug are officially a couple so Ayla’s freaking out.”

“I always figured they were dating,” her mom says, which is just so not what she wants to hear right now.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“What? They make a cute pair.”

Marinette feels her face heat up. “Well, yeah but I’m sure they want their privacy. I wouldn’t want my love life broadcasted for all of Paris to see.”

“That’s true.”

“And how did anyone even see them in the first place? They were so high up!”

“Oh, you know how it is with celebrities, dear. They can never catch a break.”

“But they’re not celebrities, they’re superheroes!”

“I’m sure they’d appreciate that thought but most people don’t share that sentiment, unfortunately,” her mom says, patting Marinette’s shoulder. “Now, I need to get down to the bakery. Have a good day, sweetie.”

“You too, Maman.”

Her mom kisses her forehead before heading down. Marinette finishes her breakfast deep in thought. On the one hand, she’s still not happy that the whole world knows she’s dating Chat Noir. On the other hand, hearing her mom speak approvingly of her relationship was nice. Just thinking about it brings a much-needed warmth to her chest.

There’s no point in wasting any more time so Marinette braces herself before heading out to school, ready to face Alya.

Naturally, Alya pounces on Marinette as soon as she enters the room. “Girl, you need to answer your phone.”

“I was sleeping and then getting ready.”

“Did you at least read my texts? Did you see?”

“That Chat Noir and Ladybug are dating? Yeah, I saw.”

“I am so rubbing this in Chloé’s face,” Alya gloats. Marinette rolls her eyes but can’t help the small smile that forms on her lips.

“Morning ladies,” Nino says as he and Adrien take their seats. Marinette smiles at them and looks away. She wonders if she’ll ever feel comfortable around Adrien Agreste.

“Morning!” Alya says. “Did you guys hear the news?”

“No, what happened?”

“Chat Noir and Ladybug are the hottest couple in Paris.”

“Wait, what,” Adrien asks, whipping around in his seat. “What do you mean?”

“Chat Noir and Ladybug were caught kissing on the Eiffel Tower. It’s all over the Ladyblog and I’m going for an interview on Nadja Chamack’s channel this Thursday to discuss it!”

Adrien catches Marinette’s eye, blushes, and looks away, leaving Marinette flustered and confused. “Oh. I didn’t realize… I didn’t look at the blog this morning.”

“Check it out when you have the chance! It’s so perfect.” Alya turns to Marinette and her face falls. “Hey, I know I’ve been freaking out about this but are you okay?”

“Yes?” Marinette tilts her head in confusion, unsure why she would even ask. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I know you and Chat Noir were… something.”

“Oh my gosh,” Marinette exclaims, hiding her heated face behind her hands. She can feel Adrien’s eyes on her and her face burns hotter. He must think she has such a fickle heart. “How many times do I have to tell you there is no scandalous relationship between us?”

“Marinette, that boy is, like, obsessed with you. Or something.”

“Definitely or something,” Marinette says. “There’s nothing there. He loves Ladybug and I like…someone else.”

It feels wrong using her crush on Adrien to defend her lack of relationship with Chat Noir, but she doesn’t know what else to do. She hates lying, especially to her best friend but she can’t exactly admit that she’s dating Chat. She just hopes Alya never finds out she rejected Adrien.

“You’re sure you’re not upset? You don’t seem very happy about the news.”

“I’m just tired. Someone kept texting me this morning and it woke me up.”

“As long as you’re sure. I could kick Chat Noir’s butt if he hurt you.”

“Trust me,” Marinette says, glad she can at least be honest about this. “I couldn’t be happier for them.”

--

“Hey, Pretty Lady,” Chat says, popping his head through the sunroof.

Marinette can feel her whole body perk up at the sight of him. Even knowing what she wants to say to him, she feels better just seeing him. “Hey yourself.”

He plops himself onto the bed then heads down the ladder to sit near her. He grabs the extra rolling chair and slides next to her. “How was your day?”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now,” Marinette says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He frowns. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Don’t really feel like talking,” she replies before pressing her lips against his. She never realized how addictive kissing could be until she got a partner who was willing to partake in it. And Chat Noir is a very willing partner. He pulls her closer and she falls onto his lap. They giggle for a second before taking advantage of their new position.

She manages to get lost in the kiss for a while, but they need to breathe at some point and they both know the reason he’s there; there’s no getting out of it.

“So,” Chat says after they’ve had a chance to catch their breaths.

“So,” she repeats.

“Everyone knows about us.”

“It would appear so.”

“Is that…ok?”

Marinette sighs and starts playing with the ends of his hair. “I don’t really think that matters at this point.”

“I’m sorry. I should have realized people would catch us.”

“It’s not any more your fault than it is mine. We got busted, plain and simple.”

“It’s just. You don’t seem very happy.”

“I didn’t realize how dedicated people were to stalking us. Alya, I knew, used to follow us around a lot but she chilled out eventually and I kind of thought everyone else did too? But, like, apparently a lot of people sent in pictures. It started to make me think about how dedicated they might be to following us around.”

“My Lady, no one will catch us detransforming. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“That… wasn’t even what I was worried about but oh my gosh we need to seriously be careful when we transform!” Marinette removes her hands from Chat to start pulling on her own hair. “You already caught me once because I was too quick and reckless. If anyone catches us then we—”

Chat covers her mouth with his own, effectively cutting off her downward spiral of nerves. “You worry too much sometimes,” he says.

“Never cut off a lady when she’s speaking,” Marinette reprimands.

“Why? So I could hear about how we’re going to end up dying in a ditch somewhere or Hawkmoth is going to rise to power and take over the world?”

“…I was going to say we’d become brainless minions for him,” she admits reluctantly.

“Mari, I love you but sometimes your thought process scares me,” Chat laughs. “I’ve never met anyone with an imagination quite like yours.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much.”

“As you should,” he says, giving her an eskimo kiss. “So, what were you going to say before I put words in your mouth?”

“What if someone catches you coming in here,” she asks, her voice small.

“That’s not going to happen.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve been coming here for ages and no one’s noticed. The first time we kiss in public and the whole world sees; I’d definitely be caught by now if it were going to happen.”

“You can’t know that, Chat. It’s dangerous. We’re playing with fire right now.”

“Marinette, what do you want me to do, stop visiting you?”

Marinette looks down and bites on her lip.

“Mari, you can’t be serious.”

“We could be risking my identity, my family, my friends.”

Chat gently grabs her face. “I would never let anything bad happen to you or your loved ones. I’ll be more careful if you want, but I’m not going to stop seeing my girlfriend.”

“We could just go on more patrols and—”

“Our whole romantic life would be under a microscope.”

“I’d rather that than have Hawkmoth go after my parents,” Marinette snaps.

“If you’d just let me show myself we wouldn’t even have to have this talk.”

“You make it sound like it’s my decision. I want to know who you are as badly as you want to tell me but, again, safety needs to be considered here.”

“We could make it work.”

“Chat, no,” Marinette says, with as much of her Ladybug authority as she can channel. It’s enough to shut him up so she must do a pretty good job.

They sit in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes for a while. Her heart is pounding frantically in her chest while she tries to think of something to say that’ll cut the tension. Her mind is running circles, though, so Chat’s the one who breaks the silence. “Okay, so no more late night visits. I’ll do it.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to fight or break up over this. I just got you, I don’t want to lose you already.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Chaton. I’m yours forever. I think this is the safest option for now until we figure something out. Deal?”

“Anything for you, mon amour.”

Marinette blushes at the nickname and hides herself in his neck. She’s gotten so used to seeing Chat on a nearly nightly basis, it’s going to be weird—and difficult—not having him stop by anymore. But she knows she’s making the right decision. Two people have already accused Chat and Marinette of having some sort of affair and she can’t afford to let that list grow.

“Since I’m already here,” Chat says, lifting her head off him with a delicate hand, “we might as well make the most of it.”

“I like the way you think,” she says before crushing her lips to his. They don’t get much talking done for the rest of the night.

-- Two weeks pass and Marinette is going crazy. She still stands by her decision but she doesn’t get as much time with Chat as she used to—they tried bringing their work to a random roof one day but it left them chasing after papers and losing homework so they agreed to get all their work done before meeting up—and she misses his company.

So, yeah, when an akuma shows up and interrupts her outing with Rose and Juleka, Marinette gets excited. She will take any time she can get with Chat. It might come at the personal expense of someone’s autonomy and half of Paris but… nope. She can’t even properly rationalize her happiness. She’s a horrible person and is completely taking advantage of her powers but she can’t bring herself to care at the moment.

“Fancy meeting you here, M’Lady,” Chat says when he drops in next to her, pressing his body infuriatingly close.

Ladybug takes a second to peck Chat on the cheek before resuming her surveillance of the akuma. Except she has no idea where they went. Ladybug curses under her breath and shoots off in the direction she thinks they might have gone.

They’re not usually this distracted when fighting akumas but their distance is definitely taking its toll on them both. She needs to get it together before someone gets hurt.

“If we split up we might be able to find her faster,” Chat suggests, keeping Ladybug’s pace.

“I don’t want to split up,” Ladybug says petulantly but they both know he’s right so it’s with some trepidation that she turns left and he goes right.

She swings through the city, looking for any sign of disruption. She doesn’t understand how a little old lady could move as quickly as she does. After nearly ten minutes of fruitless searching, she gets a call.

“Bee,” she says, just as she catches sight of someone hopping around tied in yarn. She makes a sharp turn to head in the direction that person just came from.

“Where are you? Rena’s already detransformed and Chat’s going to any minute now as well.”

“Why didn’t you call me earlier then,” Ladybug asks, exasperated. She pulls up Queen Bee’s location and rushes over, noting that the akuma is dangerously close to her house.

“She keeps throwing sewing needles at us,” Bee says the moment Ladybug joins them on the street.

“Okay, avoid those,” Ladybug says, immediately using her yoyo as a shield.

“Obviously.”

“No need to get wound up, Bee. But a lucky charm would be off the hook,” Chat says as he spins his baton as quickly as he can, taking a moment to show his dwindling pawprints. Ladybug can tell he’s losing energy but she’s glad he has enough to make bad puns.

“Right,” Ladybug says. She stops spinning her yoyo, preparing to call on her power, when Chat yelps. “What’s wrong,” she asks, turning to face him, and startles when she sees him sprinting toward her.

“Ladybug, look—” Chat Noir takes a needle right to his head and gets thrown back into a wall.

“Chat,” Ladybug screams but he doesn’t respond. She is never going to get used to seeing him get hurt because of her. As if she needs to feel even more guilty, Chat’s ring beeps, reminding her that he only has about a minute left before he transforms.

Without giving it much thought, Ladybug scoops up her boyfriend and yells a quick “I’ll be right back!” She throws him over her shoulder and swings off to her balcony.

Ladybug crashes through her sunroof and unceremoniously tosses the unconscious Chat Noir onto her bed. She takes a deep breath, trying not to panic. All she has to do is defeat the akuma and he’ll wake up and be fine. It’ll all work out.

She hears frantic beeping and sees the beginning of a flash of green light before she clamps her eyes shut and spins around.

“Oh, my poor aching body,” a voice speaks. “I need cheese to make it better.”

“...Plagg,” Marinette asks. She’s pretty sure that’s the name of Chat’s kwami.

“Ladybug,” he responds. “You got any cheese?”

“I, uh, no I don’t think so,” she says apologetically. There’s probably cheese downstairs but she’s Ladybug right now, not Marinette, and she doesn’t have time to snoop through the kitchen.

“Chat Noir might have some in his jacket pocket for me.”

“Okay, so get it.”

“I’m too weak to move,” he says dramatically.

Ladybug purses her lips at him in annoyance. “I can’t get it without looking at him.”

“So? I need the cheese more than he needs to protect his identity.”

That makes Ladybug pause. Chat’s complained about Plagg plenty of time—he’s lazy, all he wants to do is sleep and eat cheese, he doesn’t take anything but cheese seriously—but she always assumed those were exaggerations. When it comes down it, she was sure, Plagg would put the duty of the miraculous above all else. But now he’s telling her it’s okay to look at his charge just so he can be fed.

And she is painfully tempted to do it.

“You don’t care if I know who he is?”

“Cheeeeeese,” he says.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to know.”

“You’re not.”

“But you don’t care?”

“Look, talking like this is using up what little energy I have. Do or do not, I don’t care. But get me my cheese, however you can.”

He’s basically handing her Chat’s identity on a silver platter. Tikki isn’t there to scold her and Plagg is the devil on her shoulder, telling her to look. It would be so easy. And she knows Chat himself wouldn’t object; he’s been begging to tell her for ages now.

She turns her head in the direction she knows Chat is in and gropes around until her hand touches his shoulder. One second. That’s all she needs to know who he is. She has a strong feeling that Chat knows her as a civilian so she’s assuming she’ll recognize him.

And then they can be together for real. Nothing would hold them back. They could go on dates and cuddle in her bedroom and she could visit him for once.

She lets her hand glide across his chest, feeling his muscles through his cotton shirt, taking note of the lump where she assumes the cheese is. She finds the end of the overshirt and grips it. He’s never been more real, more tangible, than in this moment. This isn’t just Chat Noir on her bed, it’s the boy behind the mask. The boy she is madly in love with.

She lifts the light material and feels around until she locates the inner pocket.

“I have your cheese,” she says, holding the stinky wedge up.

That is enough, apparently, to get Plagg to fly over to her.

“Mmm cheese.” He grabs the cheese from her. Marinette’s empty hand goes limp and she lets it fall on Chat’s chest.

“I need to get back to the fight,” she says, standing up.

“I got it hand it to you,” Plagg says through his mouthful of cheese, “I didn’t think you’d actually resist.”

“Neither did I,” she admits.

“Marinette!” Ladybug freezes at the sound of her mother’s voice calling up to her.

“Y-yes,” she calls back, turning to face the trapdoor and opening her eyes. She has no idea what she’ll do if her mom enters and sees a passed-out boy on her bed and Ladybug standing over him.

“I didn’t realize you were home!”

“Uh, yeah,” Ladybug says, wincing. “I just got back. You must have missed me!”

“I heard voices. Do you have someone over?”

Ladybug glances at Plagg in a panic, hoping he’ll provide some help but he’s just snickering in front of her. Chat is right; least helpful kwami ever.

“I was watching a video! Sorry, I’ll turn it down.”

“Why don’t you come down here? There’s an akuma on the loose and you know your father and I would prefer if we could see you.”

“I—ah—I’m really busy right now, Maman!”

“Whatever you’re doing could surely wait a little bit.”

“Not really! It’s super important!”

“Marinette, I need help with dinner anyway. Please, come down and appease your poor parents.”

Her mom’s footsteps send Ladybug in a frenzy. She jumps down to the sitting area of her room and plops herself on the trapdoor.

“Marinette?” Her mom knocks on the door.

“Don’t come in,” Marinette calls. She should have transformed back earlier. Now it’s too late and her mom will see the light and get suspicious. This is a disaster. “I’m changing!”

“I expect you back downstairs in ten minutes,” her mother says. Ladybug sits still, straining her ears until she can no longer hear her mother’s steps.

“Oh my gosh, that was close,” Ladybug says, letting out a long breath. Her mother’s words catch up to her. “I have ten minutes to defeat the akuma and make it back!”

She shoots up and heads back to her bed to exit through her sunroof before coming to a screeching halt.

In her panic, she forgets about Chat Noir laying detransformed on her bed. In her panic, she forgets to avert her eyes.

Her brain completely shuts down as her eyes rove all over his body. She takes in his orange sneakers, his denim-clad legs, his typical black shirt with white overshirt. His hair is neater this way, well-kept and perfectly styled. His eyes are closed but she knows what they look like behind those lids; she’s spent hours upon hours memorizing his face.

Ladybug allows herself two seconds of freaking out, letting out a high-pitched whine, before she gathers herself and leaps out. She has an akuma to defeat. She can worry about the knocked-out Adrien Agreste in her bed later.

Much later.

[hannahindie]

Maple Leaves and Flannel

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned) Word Count: 2,608 Warnings: Cutesy fluff and extreme descriptions of fall. (I don’t think that’s really a warning, but I’m a wordy girl so...maybe?) A/N: I wrote this for @impalaimagining’s Favorite Seasons Gif Challenge! Fall is my favorite time of year, so I was excited to get to write a fic that primarily focused on that.

Beta’d by my wonderful @trexrambling, because without her, a lot of my thoughts would be jumbled: “THIS. HANNAH, THIS!!!!!! YESSSSSSS I LOVE THIS LINE IT IS MY NEW FAVORITE LINE. Gaaaaaaaaaah this is wonderful.”

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Fall has always been my favorite time of year. Summer had its moments, but when the stifling heat finally started melting into cool breezes, when I could enjoy the sun’s warmth on my face without immediate fear of being burnt to a crisp, I was in my happy place. If anyone were to ask me why fall was my favorite, besides the cooler temperatures and the lack of sun poisoning, it would be hard to pinpoint an exact thing.

It could be the brilliant colors the leaves inevitably changed to, a magnificent splash of reds and oranges and yellows all mixing together to make it look like the landscape was on fire. The slow appearance of Halloween decorations that would go up bit by bit; a zombie here, purple and green lights there, fake spiderweb stretching across every available surface. The extraordinary amount of pumpkins that would just appear with no warning on porch steps, balanced precariously on hay bales that also would magically appear, a majority of which had simple faces that had been painstakingly carved into them by excited children who cared less about the carving and more about cleaning out the slimy guts inside.

So, had you asked me what my favorite thing about fall was, I would have told you it was too hard to choose and wandered off with my pumpkin spice latte to find some crunchy leaves to jump in.

Well, that’s what I would have said. But then I saw him.

Right in the middle of town is a large maple tree. Large is really an understatement. This maple tree is one of the oldest I’ve ever seen, and it’s huge. It’s right on the edge of the sidewalk, and the roots have pushed up the concrete slabs like they’re made out of foam. Every year, I expect one of the massive branches to break off and land on top of the old, Victorian-style house that sits empty next to it, but every year it proves me wrong. It also sits directly on the path I take from my apartment to the library, and every time I walk past, regardless of what I might be doing at the time, I glance up at the huge spanning limbs and falling leaves. Most days, there’s nothing remarkable about it. It’s beautiful, yes, and it’s one of my favorite things about my town...but generally speaking, it’s the same scene every single day.

Except one day when there was an addition to the normal scenery.

I had just crossed the street and was making my way down the sidewalk when I glanced up out of habit and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing just under the maple was a tall man, his head bent as he looked down at his phone. His shaggy, chestnut hair hung down and obscured most of his face, and I held my breath as I waited for him to look up. He was wearing a burnt orange coat and a lighter orange flannel; he was like the perfect autumn day in a ruggedly handsome, broad shouldered package. He must have realized someone was staring at him because he looked up and locked eyes with me, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Hi,” he said softly, his voice deep and smooth.

I finally released the breath I’d been holding, my eyes wide. “H-hello.”

He took a couple of steps towards me and pocketed his phone as he did, “Sorry to bother you, but do you live around here?” I nodded but remained quiet. “Do you know much about this house?”

“Oh, yea, it’s one of my favorite places in town. Are you...are you interested in buying it?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded, “Yea, actually. Me and my brother grew up in a house like this, and I just happened to be driving through when I saw it.”

“So do you live close by?” Surely I would have remembered seeing him around.

He shook his head, “No, I'm here on business. I've been kind of looking for a place to start over, and since I was already here, I thought I'd look around.” He held his hand out, “My name is Sam, by the way. Sam Winchester.” I took his hand, and I was unsurprised when his totally engulfed mine.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same.” He smiled again, and just as he opened his mouth to say something else, a muffled ring interrupted him. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After a quick glance, he looked at me apologetically, “I'm sorry, that's my brother. I gotta go meet him...family business stuff to work on. Maybe I'll see you around?”

I smiled at him, “Yea, that would be nice. See you later.”

He gave a small wave and started walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction that I was going. Luckily, that wasn't the last time I saw Sam Winchester.

The second time I saw Sam Winchester I was at the library, coffee in hand as I flipped through pages upon pages of town history. I had just started at the local newspaper, and my first assignment was to put together a large series leading up to the town’s centennial celebration. Most people would have wondered what they had done to deserve such a fate, but I loved stuff like that. There was something about getting lost in old newspapers and books, scattered photographs that lay forgotten in people's attics, only remembered when you ask them if they have anything that would help you. I could sit all day at the library, curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs with a giant book. Most of my days consisted of that, actually.

I had been reading about The Great Flood of 1928 when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see Sam looking at me, one corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Sam,” I said as I shifted into a more upright position. “How are you?”

He shrugged, “Pretty good. I think we’ll be here for a few more days.” He nodded towards my stack of books, “What are you researching?”

I glanced down at the book in my hand, “Currently, a catastrophic flood that destroyed most of the town in 1928. In general, just getting some information for a series I'm writing for the paper. The centennial is coming up. Although I have to say, there's less interesting and happy things than there are devastating natural disasters, murder, and general bad luck.” I closed my book and sat it on the table. “Why are you here?”

“Well, I needed to do some research of my own. The librarian told me you might have a book I need. It's actually a collection of property deeds and stuff.”

I raised an eyebrow, “That sounds…”

“Boring,” Sam laughed. “It is. Which is why I'm here and not my brother.” He sat the books he'd already claimed down, “Mind if I join you?”

I shook my head as I handed him the book he was looking for, “Not at all. I can't promise that I'll be exciting company, though,”

He laughed, “At least we can be boring together.”

And so we sat, the next three hours consumed with what was supposed to be serious research but had quickly turned into us laughing about some of the more ridiculous things that had happened in town.

Sam sat back with a laugh, and I couldn't help but stare at the deep dimples that formed when he allowed himself to truly smile. “Wow, it's been awhile since I laughed that much. That was nice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and his smile quickly disappeared, “But it looks like it's time for me to head out.” He stood and shouldered his coat on, “Hopefully I'll get to see you before we leave.”

I smiled, “I would enjoy that. See you around.” Sam smiled and strode quickly out of the library. I looked down to find that he'd left the book he'd asked for open, and I pulled it around to look at the page he'd marked.

The deed was for the old abandoned house with the giant maple in the yard.

The last time I saw Sam Winchester is a little blurry. It's kind of a long story, and honestly I'm not even sure that I have all the details. I remember seeing the deed for the old house. Curiosity got the better of me and I did the one thing that I'm surprised I hadn't done before but realize now should never have; I googled the address of the Victorian house with the town’s oldest maple tree.

I vaguely recall reading what had to have been one of the more disturbing stories of our town that I had soundly decided not to include in our centennial write up. But even after I sat down to read something else, determined to not focus on the vicious quadruple murder/suicide that had occurred in the house, my mind kept returning to it.

Which had led me to my next question; why was Sam so interested in that house? And what family business was he doing that he needed the deed information? Nothing was adding up, and I was beginning to wonder what that handsome stranger was up to.

I remember leaving the library, bag in tow and determined to figure out what was going on. I had stopped at the end of the sidewalk before taking a big breath and striding up the cracked concrete like I owned the place.

And that's when things get a little fuzzy. All I can really remember is that I saw something that shouldn't have been real. That moment of pause, the shock of seeing a man that was long dead standing directly in front of me, nearly cost me my life. What I do remember is Sam appearing out of nowhere, quickly followed by a shorter man with bright eyes that I guessed was his brother, and a loud shotgun blast.

Then I was outside, my back against the maple tree and a large, rough hand cradled against my face.

“Y/N...hey, are you alright?” Any other time, opening my eyes to that handsome face would have been welcome. As it was, I could barely remember where I was, much less who was in front of me.

“I...yea...I think so...what happened?”

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s a long story.”

I shifted my weight and groaned as my bruised ribs protested at the movement, “What exactly do you and your brother do, anyway?”

He chuckled, “That's also a long story.” He helped me stand up, and I grimaced again. “Are you sure you're okay?”

I nodded, “Aside from the fact that I just saw something impossible, and said impossible thing tried to kill me...I'm pretty sure I'm good. Ask me tomorrow.” He smiled sadly and my chest ached, “You won't be here, will you?”

He shook his head, “No, we uh...we have some other things to take care of.” I stared at him for a moment and tried to memorize the way his hair fell in his face, the little mole on his chin, how his eyes seemed to change color. There were too many details, and I knew it would be impossible to do him justice in my spotty memory. So instead, I put my arms around his waist and pressed my ear to his chest and listened to the strong, steady beat of his heart.

“It was nice to meet you, Sam Winchester.”

Sam didn't say anything, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me a little tighter.

It's been a year since I last saw Sam Winchester. A year since I saw him standing under that maple tree, its bright red and orange leaves falling around him as he looked at his phone, unaware of the dumbstruck girl staring at him.

It's been a year since I let curiosity win out over common sense and I discovered that there was far more to this world than I could have ever imagined, and that the gentle giant that I had laughed with over coffee was responsible for keeping it all in check.

Sam and Dean had driven me home and the ride there was mostly silent. Sam sat in the back with me, his long legs tucked in as well as he could, and I had curled tightly into his side. My ribs complained the entire ride, but I ignored them; I wasn't passing up what could be my last chance to be this close to Sam.

Sam walked me to my door and pulled me into one last hug, and it took everything I had not to beg him to at least stay the night. He'd started to walk away, but at the last minute, turned back and pulled me into him, his soft lips working against mine almost desperately before he pulled back, gave me a tight lipped smile, and walked to the car. The next morning I went to stick my hand in my jacket pocket and found a piece of a napkin containing small, cramped handwriting. There was a number, and under that a single word - 'Sam'.

We had texted quite a bit for awhile; what he and Dean were up to, plans to get coffee when they finally made it back into town to visit, the most recent book we'd read. I knew that with their lifestyle, it would probably be awhile before I got to see Sam again, but I held on to hope. Then, finally, the messages stopped.

I'd like to think that he's okay, that he's saving people from the monsters that linger in the shadows, but I often worry that something happened. I think I'd feel it, though. For that much good to leave the world, I'm sure my heart would know.

I've kept the same routine this whole year. I walk the same path, go to the same job, live in the same apartment. And every day, I walk past the old Victorian, the maple looming over it with its canopy of fiery leaves. I’d always looked towards the house, only now I do so in hopes that I'll see a man, dressed like fall, and smiling. When I don't see him there, I like to imagine that he's off saving the world with his brother, one monster at a time.

That is, until today.

Because today, I walked the same path down the same road, crossed at the same corner, and just like I did exactly one year ago, I looked up at the house and the maple. Under its falling leaves, standing just where he was the first time I saw him, was Sam. Only this time, he wasn't looking down at his phone; this time he was looking straight at me. He was a bit thinner than he was back then, and he'd cut his hair a little different, but the smile was the same. I stopped a few feet away, afraid that if I blinked he'd disappear.

“Sorry I'm late,” he said softly, “things got a little...crazy.”

I nodded, “Long story?”

Sam chuckled, “Yea, you could say that.”

I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, my ear to his chest, and sighed happily. I never realized how relieved I would feel to hear someone’s heartbeat. “You know what, I have all day.”

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The Midnight Lovers

Summary: After an argument you leave your boyfriend, Greg. Months later your friends ask you on a road trip, only Greg was invited too. What the two of you don’t know is your friends have planned this trip to try and get the pair of you to rekindle. But will it work? Warnings: Swearing? Pain. Sorry y'all. A/N: Ahhh this is what I live for. I hope you all enjoy (you won't, you'll all scream at this chapter and hate me) and and have a great weekend! The Midnight Lovers Playlist —————————— Chapter 14 —————— You felt you had been living some sort of lie for the past few years. The man you were friends with, then fell for, then loved...and still loved; had deceived you in such a beautiful way. "Oh my god..." you breathed out with a small squeak as the tears rolled down your face. The poems on the sheet of paper you were holding became blurry. You didn't need to read them anyway you knew them off by heart. You sat down on the bed and quietly broke down, clutching the pieces of paper in your hands, they crumpled ever so slightly. "Y/N?" Molly. "Y-yeah?" You croaked out and wiped away your tears "I'll be out in a minute!" "Oh no it's alright! It's starting to rain again so we're coming in. I was just going to ask what film do you want to watch? We're having a vote it's between 'The Goonies' or 'The Breakfast Club'. What gets your vote?" "Uh..." you could barely think "The Goonies I guess." You could hear Molly giggling on the other side "Funny...Greg was the only other one to pick it!" You shut your eyes and more tears fell out. You could hear Molly walk away and you fell back onto the bed with a small thud. You were so utterly confused, conflicted, annoyed that he had kept this from you for so many years. You felt like you didn't know half of him, that he kept himself a secret from you. You saw your book on the bedside cabinet and picked it up, it wasn't heavy but the emotional turmoil it was making you go through felt like you were holding a boulder in your hands. You opened it to the page that read; 'Intimacy through words can do more damage than skin colliding with skin.' How true that statement was now. "Y/N?" Mary's voice broke you from your thoughts "We're putting the film on now!" You hid the pieces of paper you had found in your book and quickly stood, making yourself a little dizzy "I'm coming," you croaked out and opened the door. You sat down on the chair beside Molly and Anderson, you were facing Sherlock, Mary and John while Greg sat at the front with Jim. "I thought you were changing?" Jim asked. You blinked and looked down at your clothes, he was right. You were going to change but the shock of finding out the man in front of you had wrote the book you adored had made you completely forget why you went into the bedroom in the first place. "Oh...I changed my mind. Press play." You softly demanded, trying to move on from the subject. You glanced up to Sherlock who was narrowing his eyes at you. You shrugged as if to say 'What?' And he whipped out his phone. Your phone hummed as it vibrated it your pocket and you read the text that he sent 'What's the matter with you?' 'Nothing.' 'You're a terrible liar Y/N...' You glared at him over your phone and he put his phone down on his lap, not wanting to aggravate you more. You let out a sigh and looked up to the TV although you weren't really paying attention, your mind was elsewhere. You didn't even realise a tear had slipped out of the corner of your eye until it landed on top of your hand. The voices quietly chatting around you were nothing but static. That was until you heard a name that brought back a tsunami of unwanted memories. "Sally always loved orchids..." Greg trailed off, adding in his input to a conversation everyone-apart from you-was having. "Sally..." you breathed out and squeezed your eyes shut, tears flowing freely down your cheeks now. At this point Sherlock was the only one that noticed and stood up, disturbing everyone. You disturbed them even more when you uttered the woman's name again but this time louder, with a dry, humourless laugh. "Y/N...?" Sherlock called your name and reached out his hand to place on your shoulder but your eyes snapped open and you pulled away. You stood up and looked down to Greg "It always was her wasn't it, Greg. She was the one you always talked about, she was the first for everything!" you screamed and Jim turned off the TV. "Y/N what's wrong?" Jim asked, a sense of panic was overwhelming him. "Sally! It's always fucking Sally isn't it?! She was the reason I walked out that night! I remember now! You always bloody banged on about her! You'd always talk about her when you were with me, even before we got together! You always compared me to her Greg and even now she's still in your thoughts! Why is that? Is it because she always loved orchids that are so fucking perfect and I love windflowers that have no continuity and are imperfect in every way!" You screamed out in one breath and you were almost certain you were on the verge of fainting from the lack of oxygen reaching your brain. "Y/N calm down..." Jim placed both hands on you, this time you allowed someone to touch you "Whatever it is we can all sit down and talk about it." "Sit down and talk about it?!" You repeated his ludicrous words "What is there to talk about Jim? I know everything!" You screamed and his-as well as everyone else faces- drained in colour. They each sent each other worrying glances apart from Greg, who's eyes were firmly on you. "I know..." you looked at Greg dead in the eye with tears streaming down your hot, red cheeks. "Y/N," Sherlock began with a sad sigh "We didn't mean to keep this from either of you but we thought this trip would-" "Trip?" You snapped your head around to Sherlock who felt like a deer in the headlights "What are you talking about? I was talking about the poetry book!" You told him with a watery, wobbly voice. The camper stayed silent for a moment "Sherlock," your voice was ice cold "What do you mean by 'trip'?" Silence again. "Tell me!" You snapped with tears dripping off your face at almost every point. "Sherlock as my dear friend, the least you can do is tell me what you meant by 'trip'." Your voice was a bit clearer and a tad softer. Sherlock placed his head in his hands and let out a sigh "We all arranged this trip to try and get you and Greg together. You and Greg obviously didn't know about it and we eventually filled Anderson in with our plan after a day or two after his arrival." You turned your head away from Sherlock to look at Jim "You knew about this?" You asked him with your voice not raising above a whisper "I can't believe you kept this from me!" You slapped away his hands from your arms "You're my best friend! My longest friend! I consider you as my brother and yet you went behind my back to go through with this plan?" You asked, blubbering on the spot. Jim felt nothing but pain and guilt, he couldn't even look at you in the eye. His lack of words said everything you need to hear. You shook your head and wiped away your tears with your now slightly soggy sleeve "After all these years I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other," you sobbed out and Jim tried to hold you again but you stepped back "Don't touch me!" You screamed, holding your hands up defensively. Jim felt his heart shatter there and then. "I can't believe you'd do this to us...to Y/N..." your eyes locked onto Greg who had now opened his mouth to speak. "Oh you have a nerve Greg!" You snapped "I know you wrote my book!" You wiped away more tears, everyone-apart from Mary- looked at Greg with a shocked expression. "Has everyone in this fucking tin can lied to me?!" The van fell into silence "Why would you do that to me?" You whispered, mainly to Greg "Why didn't you tell me! I feel like I don't even know you anymore, Greg! Any of you!" The living quarters filled with your soft sobs, tears (not only from you but from everyone else as well, even Sherlock shed a few) and breathing. "I can't be here anymore." Your announcement made everyone go wide eyed. You stormed out the front door, being greeted by rain as everyone called your name in an attempt to stop you leaving. Where would you go? You were in the middle of a forest. That was the least of your concerns now as you marched off further from the van. "Greg, we're all so sorry," Mary's voice trembled slightly "But you can't let Y/N walk away this time. You have to go and get her! Bring her back." Greg knew he had to find you. 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[otabekskitten]

152 for the prompts :3c

ohoho thank you vilm darling for the ask ^^ 

prompts ask~ 

152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

so I managed to think of two different situations lolol

Option 1:Otayuri are at home and are literally laying down next to each other Yuri is laying down on his stomach feet at the headrest on his phone looking at cat pictures x3 and Beka just finished up reading his bookBeka a bit pouty now wants his Yura babe’s attention so he starts to boop Yuri’s butt with his foot and Yuri just waves him off. Yuri assumes Beka is still reading his book and he’s just too caught up in the cat pictures to notice he’s done already xD

Beka went a bit more pouty now and is like hmmm I have an idea he finds some cute cat pictures and then some random pictures throughout as well to slowly spam and blow up Yuri’s phone because of course that mean Yuri could ignore him then right?Yuri’s phone vibrates like crazy as Beka sent all the pics and Yuri is like sighs and checks his phone and is like omg wait cute cats and glues his eyes even more at the lovely spam and then at the very end he just sees a random bunch of crap xD including a pic of Beka’s abs for the first half but the next pic is like something like maybe frog legs? haha (im like whats something weird but like beka is perfect so idk xDD just go with it) and it finishes the pic spam 

Yuri laughs and turns around is like Beka okay I get it now can you stop texting me weird stuff so late at night now. Beka also chuckles as he sends another picture and Yuri is like side eyeing Beka being like boy I just told you to stop what is it now. 

Beka is just like open it and Yuri opens it to see a cute little text I just wanted to say Hi and that I love you and he included a gif of a cute kittens cuddling and Yuri is like aww Beka and showers Beka in kisses. 

Beka thinks hehe that was the plan all along yes and he knows what to do from now on if this happens again ;)))

Option 2:Otayuri are separated for both are back at their respective home towns to see their families and will be meeting up in a few days. The boys text each other at night to catch up with their days. Beka got a little drunk one night though as his family was celebrating and having a good time that they just gotttt a bit too drunk.

Yuri is getting ready for bed and is towel drying his long luscious hair when he sees his phone has quite a bit of texts from Beka and is almost worried since he usually doesn’t text that much so out of the blue.

So Yuri checks his phone and sees just a bunch of random photos zoomed in blurry photos of what he assumes were the festivities that happened, a few memes, random photos galore, and then a text that had many typos. 

(name saved in Yuri’s phone)

Beka Love: “soryr im drukn rn the party got a bit mor than i dexpedted” 

Yuri laughs seeing at how Beka is still thinking of texting Yuri at their usual time though to catch up. So Yuri says

Yuri: beka baby im happy you’re still trying to catch up tonight as we normally do but maybe you should put the phone down. mostly so you can rest up but also so you can stop texting me so much weird stuff at night haha 

Beka Love: but i want to tsyr and keep talkding with u my lovea 

Yuri: haha you are too cute for me my darling. okay but just for a little big longer and then its off to bed for you mister, you hear me!!

Beka Love: yayaysu sir yeas sir *kiss face emoji*

and they texted about for another hour and beka baby ended up falling asleep on Yuri and Yuri caught on and laughed at his precious best boy and said goodnight my love

“Mini” XD Side Option to Option 2 Beka’s sibling(s) had Beka’s phone and they texted random words and saw pictures and were like ooo we want to show Yuri xD and Yuri is like hmmm is Beka alright?? but didn’t get a chance to reply just yet so he checks back later. 

Beka finally figures out his sibling(s) had his phone and see all the messages they sent to Yuri and sighs but he can’t be too angry with his precious siblings so he’s like please don’t do that again okay and theyre like okay we’re sorry we just wanted to have some fun >Beka tellls them that he will tell Yuri they send you their love and they kiss Beka’s cheeks and they go off and play somewhere else a bit longer before their bed time.

Beka is like hmmm and laughs at what they sent to Yuri this whole time xD and is curious as to what Yuri would say to all this so he waits and sees. 

Yuri is like Beka are you alright?? Did you get drunk or something lol I’d like to have an actual convo sometime if you’re not xD so if you could please stop sending me weird stuff this late at night that’d be great lolol 

Beka just laughs at this whole thing and then finally explains the situation and they have a great convo of just going over what they sent and how Yuri was just imagining if Beka actually sent these himself and so on and they have another great memory to look back on

welp I rambled for a lifetime haha xD but I really hope you enjoy these