but i wanted to draw him to cheer you up!

Remember this moment?

This fic is life

Edit: yes, I’m aware that Lance looks really pale. I’m sorry, and no, its not white washing or anything like that, I wanted to make him look more tanned, but with the cheap colored pencils I was afraid I could ruin the drawing. I’ll try to make him tanner in my next drawings. And yes, more dirty laundry fanarts are coming :D

Edit 2: thank you all for your votes, I was feeling a bit anxious because exams are starting tomorrow, but you managed to cheer me up and I’m very thankful for that ♥

Phone: What is this strange thing you speak of? Quality? Never heard of it.

So, despite this photo looking absolutely awful and ruining how much detail is in the drawing, I’m posting it here. I’m a huge fan of Thomas Sanders (@thatsthat24 ). Ever since he was on vine and now that he’s on Youtube, I’ve wanted to work on something like this to give to him (and Joan + Talyn)(@welcome-to-the-joangle + @tallykat3) as thanks for everything they’re given us all. I love the videos with the different aspects of Thomas’s personality too so they’re in there. Maybe someday I’ll upload a better picture of this cause the colored pencil is not faring well. But thank you Thomas Sanders + friends for making such wonderful videos that have managed to cheer up my day many times over.

(Also idea: What if the weirdly aloof Thomas that was shown in Accepting Anxiety Part One actually became a humanized aspect? Like the closest thing I could describe that side would be like… Apathy or something? I dunno. Food for thought.)

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sylvie: hey ass hat stop kicking me-

elf: what are you gonna do about it?

sylvie: fight you probably, i’m trying to do something!

elf: let me see, what is this?

sylvie: just thumbnails really..

elf: still, it looks good syl. you still need to teach me how to draw shit.

sylvie: i know, we’ll paint date someday i promise. can i ask for a favor….?

elf: sure babe what’s up?

sylvie: i want to surprise miles with something later to cheer him up and i need your help…

elf: sounds… spicey, i’m in.

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Ty gets tired and thinks everything's funny. Eth gets tired and hates everything. Tyler gets stressed/anxious and has to talk about it and yell about it and take up space and fight something. Ethan gets stressed/anxious and he gets very quiet and still and small and wants to cry and disappear and bottles it all up. Tyler gets nervous/excited and goes stone faced. Eth gets nervous/excited and gets super giggly and stupid and adorable

Okay this is going to get really long but I think this is really cute??? Like drawing parallels between people is my favorite okay


-Ethan just wants Ty to go to bed so he’ll STOP LAUGHING

-Tired!Tyler tickling as jumping on top of Ethan, trying to get him to ‘cheer up’ and Ethan is half his size but is just like 
“I’m going to fucking murder you.”

-Tired!Ethan in his corner of the office, nine (bone dry) Starbucks cups around him, absolutely GLARING at the screen because the computer mouse isn’t working and everything is ruined because he hasn’t slept in two days.

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Title: Make You Hate Me

Request:  can i get a angsty, heartbreaking, gut wrenching imagine about how you did everything you possibly could to make it seem like you cheated, fell out of love and got pregnant by some other guy so that jamie benn he could hate you but the only reason why you did that was because you were pregnant with jamie’s child and he had expressed one night that he wasn’t ready for a baby yet so that’s why you left him?

Author’s Note: I LOVED writing this imagine. I would for sure be open to write a second part of this if y’all wanted to see it continue. Let me know. :)

Other Parts: (Part Two) and (Part Three)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


The positive pregnancy test fell from your fingers and into the sink, clattering when it hit the basin. There was a chance it could be a false positive you told yourself. No, you realized as you took a deep breath, it wasn’t. The other 3 tests sitting on the counter were all positive, too.

You swallowed hard as tears welled in your eyes. This should be a happy time; you should be elated, you should be looking forward to telling Jamie he was going to be a father, decorating a nursery, buying adorable clothes, raising a baby with the man of your dreams. Unfortunately, the only feeling that plagued your mind was dread.

Your hand fell to your stomach, imagining the tiny grouping of cells that were soon to be your baby. A baby. Allowing a small smile to play briefly on your lips was a mistake; remembering the conversation you and Jamie had had two months ago. Tears spilled onto your cheeks as you thought about his words, sobs shaking you to the core.

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Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

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“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

FIN.

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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here) (Part 2 of this imagine here)

(READ THE FIRST PARTS BEFORE READING THIS)

You stepped out of your room, looking back and forth from one end of the hall to the other to make sure the coast was clear. You wanted to walk around the castle, explore a little.

Without Felix.

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Dab and Evan head cannons

- Dab and Evan hanging out in Evans room. Evan is intensely reading this book for fun he’s a nerd and dab is played down diagonal to him day dreaming and talking about all the things he wants to create. Evans legs are spread out across Dabs back and they’re just laying there enjoying each others company.

- dab would vaguely see smoke from out of his window and rush to the pancake house excited because explosion = cool and he wants in on the fun

- them drawing together and Evan wither being extremely good or just terrible and Dab cheers him on either way

- Dab not liking rainy days and during those times Evan comes over to cheer him up. Junior chemistry set, some comics, maybe some games..

- Dab trying to use the work bench om Evans balcony

- Evan being really interested in Dil

- “ uncle Dil, do you think I can be a scientist too??” *starry eyes*

- Dil would smile and ruffle his hair

- Dab drawing basically all of Evans birthday gifts

- Evan hangs them around his desk


Ah this is my first time doing head cannons
I just love them and their friendship so much ;^;

none1here  asked:

Hello! First of all: I love your art! It's incredible, I wish I could do something so warm like you do! <3 And second: if you're into it, could you please make a drawing of young Nightmare? Like, before he went bad! I feel like we need more of this small and poor bean. :< Or maybe Love trying to cheer him up! :0

Thank you so much sweetie.*+♥
I’ve wanted to draw something like that with them for some time.

Love would try to comfort him with all his heart.(p ;▽;)q♥

Sketches of you and me

“i fucking hate this game” Isak mutters across from Even where he’s leaning against the couch and frowning at the notebook he’s scribbling in furiously. 

“Oh baby you don’t mean that.”

Even untangles his leg from Isak’s to caress his foot with his own earning a reluctant smile from his boyfriend. 

“YES i do mean it you asshole. You only like this game cos you always win!” 

Even has the fucking audacity to roll his eyes at Isak and act all annoyed, as he stares at the ceiling and sighs dramatically. 

“don’t be a sore loser sweetie, besides this time you might win” he can’t even pull a straight face while saying that god damn lie, because straight away he’s giggling over the word ‘win’ while reaching for a green pencil. 

“i hate you” Isak mutters. 

Even jabs him hard in the leg with his toe. “don’t say that” he pouts. 

Isak pouts back “i’ll take it back if you let me win” 

Even fakes shock “i can’t believe you would try to BLACKMAIL me into THROWING THIS SERIOUS COMPETITION” 

Isak rolls his eyes with a smile taking over his face. 

“Okay whatever, but after this it’s my turn to pick the game” 

“i swear to god Isak, if you suggest fifa again-”

“hey you like fifa!” Isak scoffs jabbing the air with his pencil.

“Yes Isak i like fifa but you know what i like more?” 

Isak groans “please don’t say it….just don’t say it” 

Even grins “playing with YOUR fifa” 

he laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard. 

“why - why would you even- that doesn’t even make sense- i” Isak sighs “why am i dating you?” 

“because you loooooove me” Even says before jumping up and smashing his lips against Isak’s face only to bounce back to his side of the couch. 

Isak grins “okay fine I love you, you weirdo” 

Even tries to hide his blush with his notebook and it’s literally the cutest thing Isak has ever seen and he finds himself mimicking the pink rushing on Even’s cheeks. 

“are you ready to reveal?” Even whispers shyly, his smile making his words sound like they are coated in sunlight and his eyes sparkling as they gaze at Isak. 

he is so beautiful Isak can never say no, which is why he is doing this again in the first place. 

Isak shakes his head. “yes fine, ugh lets just get this over with” 

he points at Even warningly “just don’t laugh!” 

Even nods eagerly and crosses his heart with his finger “of course baby” 

Isak gives him his ‘soundsfakebutokay’ face and Even mocks offended 

“honey would i EVER lie to you”

“mmhmm okay then” and with that, Isak turns his notebook around to show Even his portrait of…well Even. 

and it takes him approximately 0.2 seconds for Even to burst into hysterical laughter. 

“Eveeeeen” 

Even can’t breathe, he’s crumbling in himself, his legs kicking Isak which is just making his boyfriend even more annoyed but you can’t blame Even you just can’t

because Isak drew an octopus

or was it a tree

or is it a stop sign with hair 

“you know it’s you dumbass” Isak groans after Even choked out all those options in between loud bursts of laughter. 

“I just- oh baby you’re so beautiful” Even says finally sitting up and wiping his eyes. 

“is that- oh my god why do i have so many arms?” 

“THEY ARE YOUR FINGERS EVEN” 

and then Isak has to wait for Even to catch his breath again because that explanation caused him to laugh for another 5 minutes. 

“you good?” Isak asks with an amused smile on his lips. 

Even nods, his face red from giggling and his smile bright “jesus christ baby i love you so much but art is not your thing” 

Isak throws a couch cushion at his head 

“i told you i hated this game!” 

Even raises his hands “okay okay i’m sorry”

then he smiles excitedly and pokes Isak again with his foot “heeeeey want me to cheer you up by revealing mine?” 

Isak looks at him underneath his eyelashes and blushes “fuck Even you know i do you asshole.” 

Even claps his hands “okay, here it is” 

he turns it around and there as always is a drawing of a beautiful beautiful boy. 

his hair twisted in a million golden curls, and his lips curled in a reluctantly amused smile, as his long eyelashes graze the tips of his cheeks and finally, his emerald green eyes are piercing through the page, looking at the artist like he is his entire world. 

and it dawns on Isak slowly as always that this is him.

this is how Even sees him. 

this is who he is in Even’s eyes. 

and as always his heart melts at the realisation

“So? what do you think?” Even asks nervously which is strange because even after showing Isak a million of his drawings he is still nervous, every time to let the boy inside his mind. 

Isak shakes his head “did i mention i love this game?” 

Even laughs deep while pulling Isak towards him, letting him fall in his arms. 

“I love you so much baby” he says kissing his neck. 

Isak giggles “shut up i love you” 

Even smiles “it’s not a competition!” 

“okay no…BUT if it was i would win”

“you’re such a little shit” Even says in Isak’s hair in a voice that suggests otherwise. 

“mmmhmm but i’m also a little shit who gets to pick the next game” he replies licking his lips. 

this gets Even’s attention “what kind of game?” he raises his eyebrows. 

Isak knows he will hate himself for the words that come out of his mouth next but honestly, he will do anything when it comes to love. 

“lets just say we will be playing with the fifa you like better” 

and then Even laughs long and deep causing Isak to giggle back 

“see i told you it was funny!” 

“still doesn’t make sense but if it will get you to blow me then” he shrugs 

“fuck i love you” Even breathes before pulling him closer and bringing his lips to the ones he has memorised every single detail of. 


for Shola @deepinskam

Covering Up Mistakes

Hey, Lovelies, this has been in my computer files for awhile now, and since the blog is going through changes that have given me a bit more creative freedom I decided to post it, so please give it a chance. Hopefully, you all enjoy and thank you!

Word Count: 3073

The parlor was calm today as you sat in the back sketching yet another piece of art you would soon permanently ink onto someone’s skin. It was a simple enough design evolving a stormy sky with a single lighting bolt that would travel down the customer’s spine. The client, John you thought his name was but could not be sure sat impatiently beside you breathing over your shoulder as he awaited the final design.

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Hoi i haven’t draw the other two in a while. ANYWHO. Let me tell you a story about Sensy’s design development.

So when I wanted to do a design for Sans in my OLD AU “Sonatale”, I wanted to make his design as SWEET and SENSITIVE so I gave him long arm sleeves and a cheerful expression.

The second design was AFTER he met Ganz. So basically he had an accident which end up having almost half of his skull which gave him the huge crack on his right eye. And after he became more “mature” he grew out of his old jacket and Ganz gave him his new jacket.

And the last one I wanted to make it as simple as it could so and similar to the old design so here we are.

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I HOPE that most of you will use the current design which you can find in @under-nc

Sensy, Art by ME

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Gravity Falls Year One Anniversary: The Stanchurian Candidate

I was really excited to be chosen to participate in this event and get the episode I wanted! Good excuse to draw Tad again.

Since I couldn’t settle on one idea, I just drew a bunch of silly doodles based off of the episode. Hope you like them!

@ihavebeencalled @gravityfallsyearoneanniversary

Mafia : Hyun Ryu (Zen)

Ladies, here we go with Zen ! I took 1h30 to draw him ! o/ @mysmekitten​ I tag you again because I read you’re sad, so I want to cheer you up a bit ! ;w; Zen will beat up bad people for ya~

The request was from @snow-chibi ! (I hope the tag work ;v;)

Mafia : Jumin

P.S. I don’t take every requests, but I like HC, so if you have some, I’m more than happy to read it and maybe I will draw it~

P.S.S. Unfortunately, I don’t receive anything for the next mafia chara and I begin to pill up drawings I have to do… I had chosen that I will sadly not draw any other chara, I’m very sorry ;;


The pose come from @putitasdeazucar …. I believe ! - http://putitasdeazucar.tumblr.com/post/158243837148

bosstoaster  asked:

Congrats on 1k followers!! For requests, how about Shance - Dance :3c

Thank you :D

*Keep in mind I HC this as happening in the 80′, and Shiro is not a minor.

Taking this chance to remind everyone I’m still taking requests for my 1000 followers special! (Ps, ya’ll can ask for stuff other than shance lmao, like 80% of the prompts are shance fjgkhf not that I’m complaining)


“Would you do me the honor of a dance?”

The voice came from a cadet younger than him. Shiro recognized him as Keith’s friend, or rival, or something like that. Two grades below him, dark skinned, scrawny, and surprisingly not as short as Shiro had come to expect from younger people. He was almost his height, actually. Really cute as well. Such a shame Shiro would have to decline.

Smiling warmly, he said, “Thank you. I appreciate it, but I really don’t want any pity dances. Being outed like that wasn’t fun, but it’s fine.” He’s had a couple of other askers earlier that night already. Straight, genuinely nice guys who probably wanted to cheer him up, show their support. He appreciated the gesture, he really did. But he just wanted to let the storm pass, not draw more attention to the fact that, as it was phrased, “The garrison’s most promising fighter pilot is a faggot". Not over a pity dance, anyway.

“Wow, that’s… uh… I’m bi. And you’re hot. Really hot.”

“Oh.” Well, that… Certainly changed things.

“When I heard what happened… I was so pissed. It was such bullshit. You’re the best pilot we have, so who the hell cares who you… Uh…  Fancy.” The young cadet finished awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Fuck, he probably meant to say. It was known, after all, how the famous Takashi Shirogane was caught on his knees, sucking off a dude he picked up in an underground gay bar. According to the more tame rumors, anyway. The wilder ones… He didn’t even want to think about those.

He shouldn’t have broke the curfew to sneak to the nearest town. He was horny, yes, but was it worth almost getting kicked out? Absolutely not. Of course the administration said it was because of the disciplinary offense, aka breaking out at night, but they all knew what it was really all about. More than half the students sneaked out on a regular basis, and no one gave a flying fuck. But when word got around he was caught with a dude…. It was another story.

“Thank you. I wish more people would agree with you on this.” Shiro said weakly, letting some of his tough facade fade into something more vulnerable.

“I’m Lance, by the way.”

“Lance.” Shiro rolled the name around on his tongue. He liked the shape of it. “Takashi Shirogane, though I get the feel you already knew that.”

Lance chuckled softly, and yup, Shiro was indeed very, very gay. What was it about a cute boy laughing from your joke that instantly made your knees go weak?

“And on a second thought… A dance sounds really nice.” Damned be consequences, he wasn’t missing this opportunity for the world. 

Evan and Connor being boyfriends

Hear me out. They would be able to help each other, Evan trying to help Connor ease off drugs, smoking, alcohol, etc…, and then Connor eventually just stopping all of it because he doesn’t need them to feel happy because he has Evan who makes him happy. Then Connor trying to help Evan with his anxiety, and helping him talk to people, or just squeezing his hand when he seems nervous, and Evan just being able to talk to Connor without stuttering or becoming nervous. Then Evan slowly making Connor a better person, making him more gentle and calm. Then both of them just trying to cheer each other up on bad days, then just being a completely adorable couple.

anonymous asked:

all of the usual skelebros (that is, ut, uf, us, and sf) reactions to their S/O making pie or ice cream sundaes or whatever, and they "accidentally" squirt a lil bit of whipped cream on their boyfriend's face and try to kiss and/or lick it off. not in, like, a dirty sexual way tho. S/O is just rlly rlly shy and wants an excuse to smooch their cute skeleton man ;;

(I don’t have emojis on PC, sooo….)

THIS *clap* CUTE *clap* SHIT *clap* IS  *clap* MY *clap* JAM. Also this might be toeing a lil closer to nsfw than usual but then again, its me.

Also also, this got kinda long because I was in a mood for fluff, so some under the cut. A lot under the cut. 

UT!Sans: “sweet of you to cook.” He grinned from his spot leaning on the counter.

You roll your eyes.”That was barely a pun, dude.”

The grin widened and he came up behind you. “come on, I’m pie-ing here.”

That one gets a small smile out of you and you turn back to the pastry. He reaches from behind you. “hang on, think it needs a test-”

You smack him away. “Phalanges off, its not done.” You gesture the can in your hand. “I abjectly refuse to let you eat pie without whipped cream, I’m a good person. So just sit tight.”

He smirked, holding his hands up and backing away. “alright, alright. normally i’d argue but you’ve got me whipped, babe.”

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