i hope u like it b ye


Winter holidays means back on track, so in order to get into the drawing mindset I did an experimental doodle series where I took LoveLive official art and copied the pretty poses for scientific purposes. Can you spot which one is it?

First two are Mira (with her new design) and pal @kajikokylance​’s baby Kaji.

Since it’s LoveLive group pics obviously there’s another 7 girls I drew and I will post them in the following days, as some sort of thank you’s tokens to people here and there, for making my life better and stuff ♥
All the others are color coded and come in pairs and trios, and the name tags are supposed to match too, just like Mira and Jakie here!

(if I’m lucky actual commissions will come out at least half as nice as this)

AAAAHH!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! tangerine is just 🍊👌 shes a cutie

also did you know

tangerine quartz is a sacral chakra crystal which means it promotes creativity and sexuality

so yes, id say shes having a nice time B^)

all my little words

part two of this! (also on ao3)

Stan was thrilled Richie had found his soulmate. He really was. He just wasn’t thrilled that Richie would not shut the fuck up about it. It was always “Eddie this” or “Eddie that” and Stanley loved Eddie to death, too, but he was a bit jealous. He’d never admit it, oh no, but he was so envious that the trashmouth had found the love of his life before he had.

Richie was in the middle of telling him the story of one of their dates when Stan zoned out. People would consider that rude but Stanley tended to pick up on the really important details even if he wasn’t giving the storyteller his full attention.

Everybody’s tryin’ to steal your heart / Everybody’s tryin’ to steal your heart / They were closing down the bar / We lived too far / We fell in love on someone’s balcony

He smiled. His soulmate always got such pretty songs stuck in his head. Stan was thankful for that, glancing at Richie. Poor Eddie had to deal with terrible guilty pleasure songs getting stuck in his head at all hours of the day.

“Stanley, are you listening?” Richie’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Yeah, you broke someone’s nose,” he responded, giving him a disapproving look.

Richie grinned. “He deserved it. But the rest of the date was fun.”

Then I heard all the politicians sing “Come on, come on” / And all the televisions scream “Come on, come on” / But they can’t tear us apart / Don’t let it end before it starts

“That’s good.”

His best friend gave him a knowing look. “Song stuck in your head, Stan the Man?”

He nodded. “I wish I was lucky enough to meet mine.”

Richie patted him on the leg. “You’ll meet them soon, Stan. Now stop moping. There’s always Bill to do in the meantime. Or to do you.”

Stan kicked at him. “Beep beep, Richie.”

Now here they come for my heart too / Oh but they can’t take that from you / No they don’t know me like you do

“Oh, by the way, Eddie is coming over because he needed to get out of his apartment? I don’t know, he said he’d explain when he got here.”

There was a rapid knocking at the door.

“Looks like that’s now.”

Richie went to open the door for his boyfriend. He’d barely gotten out a greeting before Eddie stormed inside, an irritated look on his face.

“What’s up?” Stan asked, only looking mildly alarmed at Eddie’s aggressive entrance.

“Bill got a dog!” he snapped. “A fucking dog!”

Richie stifled a laugh. Eddie glared at him.

“Do not laugh at me, asshole. I come home from classes today and Bill is sitting in the living room with this fucking beast. They’re dirty and do disgusting things and now one’s living in our apartment.”

“Eddie, you have that demon cat so let Bill have a demon dog!” his boyfriend joked. “But this is bad news for Stan. He’s strictly a cat person. The man hates dogs.”

“First off, Lola is not a demon, she just knows you’re a horrible person. Secondly, Bill was really looking forward to introducing you to whatever its name is,” Eddie said to Stan.

Stanley crossed his arms, conflicted about how he should feel about Eddie’s comment. “Dogs are too excitable and messy.”

Richie rolled his eyes, causing Eddie to elbow him in the ribs.

“Well, just a heads up then,” the hypochondriac told him before his boyfriend dragged him off to his room, leaving Stan alone in the living room.

He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back against the couch.

Everybody’s trying / Everybody’s trying / Everybody’s trying to steal your heart


Bill grinned as he watched his dog Gizmo explore the living room of his and Eddie’s apartment. He knew Eddie wasn’t keen on his new companion but he was sure he’d warm up to him. He really wanted to introduce him to Stan.

He knew he shouldn’t have these feelings for Stanley because he wasn’t his soulmate, or he didn’t think he was. But Bill couldn’t help it. Stan was fun to be around and he made him feel at home. Plus, he was super cute.

Hold / Hold on / Hold on to me / ‘Cause I’m a little unsteady / A little unsteady

Bill smiled, albeit a little sad. His soulmate sang such pretty songs, but they were also sad. He really wanted to meet them. He was so envious of Eddie and Richie.

[ to: ed boy ] hey,,

[ to: ed boy ] eddie,,

[ from: ed boy ] what

[ to: ed boy ] will you give me stan’s #

[ to: ed boy ] i want to ask him something but i’m not going all the way to richie’s to do it bc that would be weird

[ to: ed boy ] pls i’m dying

[ from: ed boy ] you can’t see it but i’m rolling my eyes at you

[ from: ed boy ] but fine

Bill grinned victoriously when Eddie sent him Stanley’s contact information. He quickly entered in the info in a new contact.

Mama, come here / Approach, appear / Daddy, I’m alone / ‘Cause this house don’t feel like home

[ to: Stan :-) ] hi it’s bill!! i got your number from eddie (i hope that’s okay)

He placed his phone on the coffee table and waited anxiously. Gizmo came up to him with one of his new toys in his mouth. He dropped it in front of him and looked at him, wagging his tail excitedly. Bill cracked a smile and scratched the Golden Retriever behind his ear, earning him a lick on the hand. His phone vibrated against the wooden table and he grabbed it immediately.

[ from: Stan :-) ] That’s fine!

Bill couldn’t help the grin from forming.

[ to: Stan :-) ] okay!! you probably already heard from eddie bc he is Dramatic™ but i got a dog (!!!) and i want to introduce him to everyone

He set his phone down and waited patiently for a response. He started to get anxious when he saw the three dots appear and disappear multiple times. Gizmo came up to him and pushed his toy into his hand.

Mother, I know / That you’re tired of being alone / Dad, I know you’re trying / To fight when you feel like flying / But if you love me, don’t let go, woah / If you love me, don’t let go

[ from: Stan :-) ] Sorry, but I’m kind of busy right now. Maybe another day.

Bill was disappointed but he wouldn’t push him. He texted him back, saying that it was totally fine, before getting up to feed Gizmo.


“He asked you to meet his dog, right?” Richie asked, taking a swig of his beer.

Stan shot him an annoyed look but nodded. Richie smirked, giving him a knowing look in return.

“Suck up your pride and let him introduce you to his dog. It’ll, like, make his whole life,” his best friend rolled his eyes, sipping on his beer.

“Sounds fake because he doesn’t like me like that. He’s probably like that to everyone. I’m not his soulmate. He’s not mine.”

“Not with that attitude!” Richie grinned, throwing an arm around Stan’s shoulder. “And, honestly, you never know. You’ve never been in the same room with him when he’s sung.”

Richie abruptly removed his arm from Stan’s body and gave him a wicked grin. Stan froze.

“Oh, no. I know that grin. You’re planning something.”

I set all my regrets on fire / ‘Cause I know I’ll never take the time / To unpack my missteps and call all of our friends / I figure they would take your side

“I’m gonna invite the band over for an acoustic jam session tonight. That way we can find out if Bill’s your soulmate or not!” Richie announced.

Stanley shook his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Hey, it’s my apartment, too.”


Richie rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Stanley. Live a little! Take risks! You’ll never know if you don’t try anything!”

He rolled his eyes and whined quietly. “Richie, please.”

“Nope,” his best friend grinned, reaching for his phone. “It’s happening. I’m sending the text right now. It’s sent, it’s happening.”

I was out on the town / So I came to your window last night / I tried not to throw stones / But I wanted to come inside / Now I’m causing a scene, thinking you need a reason to smile / Oh no, what have I done? / There’s no one to keep me warm

“I can’t believe you, Richie. This is going to be a disaster.”

Richie rolled his eyes once again. “Stanley for once in your life can you maybe not be so pessimistic?”

“It’s all I know how to be.”

Richie downed the rest of his beer and tossed it in the recycling. “Don’t be such a downer!”

He patted Stan on the back before disappearing into his room. Stanley sighed and ran a hand through his curls.

I drink a lot / I’m not sure if that’s new / But these days when I wake up from a night I forgot / I just wish that it never came true

He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed into his room to write down the song stuck in his head.


Bill looked at the text Richie sent into the band’s group chat.

[ from: trashmouth ] alright bitches acoustic jam session at my place tonight!!!!!! be there or get fucked!!!!

[ from: bev <3 ] YES!!!!!!

[ from: mikey mike ] wow,, richie having a good idea?? wild

[ from: trashmouth ] ignoring that

[ from: trashmouth ] unfortunately my roommate is a loser and will not be acting as an audience like i hoped

[ from: trashmouth ] b @ my apt @ 8

Bill admittedly was a bit disappointed that Stan wouldn’t be there but was excited to jam with his band.

[ to: trashmouth ; bev <3 ; mikey mike ] hell yeah ill pick u guys up @mike @bev

He looked at the clock on the microwave. 7:03 PM. He still had time to pack up his equipment and feed Gizmo. Bill headed into his room to pack up his guitar, since there was no way he was going to bring his entire drum set. Plus, it was just an acoustic session.

I fell in love again / All things go, all things go / Drove to Chicago / All things know, all things know

He zipped up his guitar cased and slipped it over his shoulder. He called for Gizmo. The Golden Retriever bounded into his room and jumped on his bed, wagging his tail excitedly.

“C’mon, buddy. Let’s go eat.”

At the word “eat”, Gizmo leaped off the bed and rushed into the kitchen. Bill chuckled and followed his dog. He grabbed his bowl off the group and filled it up, placing it back on the ground. He grabbed his keys off of the kitchen table and waited for him to finish. Once Gizmo was done, he hooked his leash to his collar and walked toward the door.

You came to take us / All things go, all things go / To recreate us / All things grow, all things grow

He walked out of the building and to his car, Silver, and unlocked it. He placed his guitar in the passenger seat, put Gizmo in the back seat, and then climbed inside. He dropped by Mike and Beverly’s apartments before heading to Richie’s. Bill parked Silver in the visitor’s lot of his apartment complex and they grabbed their instruments and Gizmo before heading inside.

Richie opened the door after the first knock. “Get your asses in here!”

Gizmo pushed in first and Richie grinned at him. The rest of the band members walked inside and dropped their instruments in the living room.

“I have beer in the fridge if you guys want any,” the trashmouth said, cracking one open for himself.

Beverly headed to the fridge and grabbed one for each of them. Bill took his and popped it open, taking a sip.

“Where’s Stan?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing miserably as told by Richie’s smirk.

“He’s out with Eddie. They decided to do something last minute. Sorry, Big Bill, I know you so badly wanted to impress him with your singing skills.”

I drove to New York / In a van, with my friend / We slept in parking lots / I don’t mind, I don’t mind

Beverly and Mike snorted and Bill rolled his eyes, blushing slightly.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

The trashmouth stuck his tongue out at him and retreated into his room to grab his guitar. Gizmo trotted after him. The rest of them headed into the living room to unpack their gear.

Richie emerged from his bedroom with his guitar and Gizmo trailing after him. He dropped into one of the armchairs in his living room and started to strum his guitar.

The others followed suit and soon the sound of harmonizing instruments and vocals filled the apartment. Bill looked around for Gizmo.

“Do you guys know where Giz went?” he asked his bandmates.

Richie looked around his apartment. “Oh, shit. Stan’s door is open. I think Gizmo got in. You’d better get him out quickly. If anything is out of place, Stan’ll freak out.”

Bill threw his instrument to the side and chased after his dog. He hesitated slightly before pushing the door to Stanley’s room open wider. He spotted Gizmo sniffing something on his desk.

I was in love with the place / In my mind, in my mind / I made a lot of mistakes / In my mind, in my mind

“Gizmo!” he snapped. “No! Out!”

The Golden Retriever whimpered before heading out of the room. Bill took a moment to examine the room. Everything was impeccably organized. Out of curiosity, he looked at his desk to see if he could spot what was so interesting to his dog. He noticed a list written in almost illegible handwriting. It was titled “songs stuck in my head”. Bill felt only a small pang of jealousy in his chest when he realized these were songs Stan’s soulmate had sung before.

He read over the list and stopped on one particular song. It was highlighted and written next to it, in parenthesis, was the word “favorite”. Bill made a mental note of the title before walking out, shutting the door behind him. He grabbed his guitar off the couch and sat back down, picking up where he left off.


Stan was reorganizing his bookshelf when he noticed he’d gotten a text from Bill about a half hour ago.

[ from: Bill <3 ] i’m playing at an open mic at the coffee shop downtown at 1 if you wanna come by! :-)

He immediately looked at the time. It was a little after one. He cursed and quickly finished organizing before texting him back.

[ to: Bill <3 ] Sorry, I just noticed your text! I’d love to come! On my way now.

He pulled on his jacket and grabbed his keys to the apartment before heading out, locking the door behind him. He didn’t have a car, mostly because he couldn’t drive, but his apartment was only a ten-minute walk to downtown Derry.

You are a splendid butterfly / It is your wings that make you beautiful / And I could make you fly away / But I could never make you stay

He couldn’t help but smile. It was his favorite song that his soulmate had ever sung. He walked a little slower, enjoying the nice weather that always came with autumn.

You said you were in love with me / Both of us know that that’s impossible / And I could make you rue the day / But I could never make you stay

Stanley approached the only coffee shop in Derry and walked inside. He was immediately greeted by the scent of coffee brewing and the sound of a guitar strumming. He’d never heard Bill sing before, so he was excited. He approached the counter to order.

Not for all the tea in China. Not if I could sing like a bird. Not for all North Carolina. Not for all my little words.”

Stan’s head whipped around to find the source. His gaze landed on Bill, singing into a microphone, strumming his guitar. He looked over to Stan and smiled as he continued with the song.

Not if I could write for you the sweetest song you ever heard. It doesn’t matter what I’ll do. Not for all my little words.”

His hands were shaking as he took his coffee from the barista. His whole body felt numb as he found Richie sitting with Eddie at one of the tables toward the front, sitting down silently.

“Stan the Man! Glad you could make it!” Richie grinned at his best friend.

Eddie studied him. “Are you okay? You look kind of sick.”

Now that you’ve made me want to die. You tell me that you’re unboyfriendable. And I could make you pay and pay. But I could never make you stay.”

Stan took a sip of his coffee, not even bothered by the fact that it was still scalding. His focus was on Bill. His soulmate.

“Earth to Stanley?” Richie poked at his roommate’s leg with his foot, looking at Eddie in exasperation when he didn’t respond. “I didn’t think he was this infatuated with Bill.”

Eddie kicked him in the shin before looking back at his friend. “Seriously, Stan. What’s up?”

Not for all the tea in China. Not if I could sing like a bird. Not for all North Carolina. Not for all my little words. Not if I could write for you the sweetest song you ever heard.”

Stan was smiling back at him now, wondering if he understood.

It doesn’t matter what I’ll do. Not for all my little words. It doesn’t matter what I’ll do. Not for all my little words.”

There was a loud applause when he finished, Stan included. He smiled nervously, reddening slightly. Bill stepped off the small stage and headed toward Stanley.

“I need to talk to you,” Stan blurted out, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to a secluded corner of the coffee shop.

Bill went with him, eyes a little wide in confusion. Stan released his wrist quickly.

“I don’t know if this is what you want to hear but you’re my soulmate. That song was stuck in my head on the way here. It’s my favorite you’ve ever sung,” he confessed.

He looked away from the taller brunet when he finished talking. He felt his hand lift up his chin, forcing him to look at Bill. He looked into his eyes and Bill kissed him softly. He moved his hand from his chin and cupped his cheek instead. Stan kissed him back, heart full. When they broke apart, Bill hugged him.

“Ever since I met you I hoped you were my soulmate.”

Stan smiled wide and kissed Bill again. He broke off when he heard a wolf whistle.

“Damn, get it, Stanley!” Richie shouted.

Eddie looked a mix between happy for Stan and annoyed at Richie.

“Beep beep, Richie,” Bill laughed, pulling him back toward the stage. “I have to finish the set. Lunch afterward?”

“Of course.”

Bill kissed him again before returning to the stage. Stan sat down with his roommate and his boyfriend, a permanent smile on his face as he watched his soulmate begin his next song.

Richie looked over at his best friend, a genuine smile on his face. “I’m happy for you, man.”

“Me too.”


he is….. so hard to draw

hey i’m pal i hit 5555 followers the other day and i figured i’d do something 2 celebrate aka give a follower of mine some rly cute stuff like copic ciao markers, a bunch of awesome stickers from paperchase, and a cool gudetama backpack ayyyyyy~


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ends: JUNE 20TH 2017 so have fun amigos go wild and thank u 2 all of u for following my dumb blog!

(adorable doodle of me by shauna!)


some of u cool dudes requested a speedpaint a while ago right but i tried recording while i drew & no joke it was an absolute pain to watch ghgghhgfhd

so i made some process gifs!!!! ta-da!!! as u can see my process is basically lines-flats-shading-rendering. most of the time i don’t sketch and if i dont like how the colors turn out in the end i slap a filter over it swEAts

i hope this is…….somewhat…..helpful? hfdjgfd yeah bye ilu!

anipwrites  asked:

*kicks down door* okay so the instant you saw my username you probs knew who I was gonna ask for so lets go with THIS could you maybe draw either A: Nathaniel and Lila in winter clothes and a snowman or B: Nathaniel celebrating Hanukkah? you don't gotta do this so ye okie bye *whooshes into the distance*

LOL Anissa i love you, I knew exactly who you were gonna request xD

I hope u like it! (Nath is carrying the snowman’s head back to its body!)

hi, could we maybe do the thing where u like/reblog this post if i can queue off you? (aka stalk ur archive ey)

preferably majority hp blogs. tysm and i hope you’re all having a good weekend 💞

ex’s and shows ; bae jinyoung (part 2)

genre: angst, fluff

summary: jinyoung, your ex, appears everywhere and somehow you find yourself meeting him where you work.

y/b/f/n = your best friend’s name

so like uh i got bored. i hope yall enjoy this :) do u want alternative endings? yes? no? maybe? ????????

part 1 / part 2 

i still love you.” jinyoung said quietly, but still audible for you to hear. your heart was definitely shattered. as much as you still loved him, you knew that he had to prioritise either you or his career, and you didn’t want to be at risk for his fans.

you loved him too, but he just didn’t know that.

and again, bae jinyoung was in your thoughts.

“miss y/n, could you pay attention please?” your english teacher, mrs kang says, staring at you.

“o-of course. sorry, miss..” you bowed your head, gulping. she stared at you before sighing, then returning to the lesson. some classmates looked at you quite shocked as you were a pretty good student, not really getting told off that often. 

ever since yesterday, jinyoung couldn’t be out of your mind. you were thinking about him for the last twenty four hours, and possibly this could be everyday. you knew that you were going to slack in your studies. if only this didn’t happen..

ring ring!

“alright, it’s time for break. i expect your homework by next week please, no excuses. now have a good day.” mrs kang says, grabbing her things. “y/n, please see me.”

“thank you, mrs kang!” your class says in union. once everyone leaves, you glance at the door and head to mrs kang. 

“okay,” mrs kang sighs, “y/n, are you okay?”

you were stunned by the question.

“o-of course, miss..” you said.

“mr lee was saying this morning you were acting quiet- we know as your teachers that you are not like this. is there something up?”

“n-no, of course not. i was daydreaming.. i’m sorry.”

“oh.” mrs kang says, “it’s alright y/n. just pay attention, alright? and if you are having a tough time, we can help.”

you nodded, “you may go.”

“thanks..” you give her a smile before turning and walking to your locker.

“hey, y/n!” y/b/f/n jumps on your back as you chuckle.

“what’s up?” y/b/f/n raises her eyebrows, “you look so miserable today. why don’t you cheer up a lil bit. boss doesn’t wanna see you like this.”

“i’m fine.” you said, taking a bite of your fruit bar, “stuff’s just in my mind.”


“i saw jinyoung yesterday and he said he loves me but-” you say quickly, mumbling and gripping your backpack.

“woah woah,” y/b/f/n said, “y/n, slow down.”

you shyly rubbed your arm, “i saw… jinyoung yesterday.. we sort of uh, argued. i just didn’t expect him to be in town, you know? he said he still loves me, but i don’t know..”

“take him back!” y/b/f/n shouts.

“i mean uh, oh wow.. i’ll support your decision.” y/b/f/n flushes red and you squint your eyes at her.

“i wish it was that easy to take him back..” you play with your fingers. “i love jinyoung- but-”

“you’re not ready.” y/b/f/n finishes off, “jinyoung’s a good guy- he treated you amazingly y/n. i understand it’s hard, and that you never wanted to see him again, but i can tell jinyoung can’t do this without you.”

you nod, “i know, i know.”

“take your time.”

you quickly sprint your way back home, trying to avoid talking to anyone on the street. you had a shift until half past six, and you really hoped not to see jinyoung. and again, you saw his tall figure. you were screwed. you really did not want to see him after yesterday, and the way he looked at you before walking out made you a bit.. scared.

you had the duty of cleaning the tables once customers were finished today, so it wasn’t as bad as facing jinyoung at the counters. he was sipping his usual with one of his close friends, lee daehwi. y/b/f/n took the counters thankfully and you began to clean and place the rubbish in the nearest bin.

“for god’s sake.” you muttered, spilling a frappucino cup on the floor, some of the leftovers splattered on the floor tiles.

“here, miss.” a guy handed you the mop.

“a-ah.. thank you.” you turn to him and bow. ah, daehwi..

“that’s alright.” he smiles. he walks back to the table where him and jinyoung are. you sigh before cleaning it up, trying not to slip over again.

the cafe becomes more emptier, and jinyoung and daehwi don’t seem like they’ll be leaving. your legs are pretty much sore and your back hurts from leaning against the tables so much.


“excu- ah!” you jump, your heart racing. your feet lose balance, until you feel like you’re going to fall. but luckily, strong arms guard you.

“i got you.” you stare at the person.

“oh uhm… hi.” you stutter, you can tell your face is red and you’re embarrassed. it’s jinyoung. again.

“are you okay?” jinyoung said, “the floor was slippery. i didn’t mean to startle you-”

“i’m fine.” you said, as jinyoung took your hand to stand you up. “thanks for uh, helping me..”

“it’s okay..” jinyoung gave you a small smile, “listen, we really need to talk-”

“now is not the time. i have a shift to do.” you sigh.

“what time does your shift end?” jinyoung follows you to the counter.

“none of your business.”

you had no idea why you were acting so cold, but the thought of him breaking up with you again out of nowhere just made you think again.

“y/n.. please. hear me out.” jinyoung says, “whether you like it or not, i’ll be waiting for you after you end your shift.”

you take a deep breath.


“i-i’m uh, staying.. i need to talk to a worker.” jinyoung said to daehwi.

“about what?” daehwi laughs, “to that worker?” he pointed at you. “she’s pretty cute.”

“no no.. the manager.. my uh, coffee’s really bad?” jinyoung made an excuse and daehwi shrugged, “hm, okay. this cafe does good quality drinks though.”

“they screwed up my order,” jinyoung says as daehwi chuckles. 

your shift was over, but you wanted to stay in the cafe for a little bit longer. the sun was setting down and it looked incredibly beautiful. you found yourself humming to the music you were playing on your phone, watching the clouds go by.

“hey,” jinyoung sits opposite you, “do you mind?”

you nod, “i guess. i was about to leave anyways.” you stand up and put your phone and earphones in your bag.

“y/n, hear me out.” jinyoung held your wrist.

“look, jinyoung, hearing you out is going to make my heart break more.” you mutter, closing your eyes and breathing heavily.

“just listen to me, please.” jinyoung looks at you. you sigh before sitting back down.

“y/n, i still love you.. and you know that.” jinyoung starts, “i..i regretted not being with you while being on the show.. i just.. lost my confidence and you weren’t there to help me.”

“i’m still proud of you for getting through it, though.. but you really hurt me when you said we’re breaking up because of a show. your career is important but the way you said it seemed like… you prioritised work more.” you said, “and i want to love you again…”

“but i’m scared it’ll be the same.”

I know this a bit late, but I wanted to do somethin for the amazinly talented, and awesome artist @superyoumna for her b-day. IF you guys haven’t subbed to her yet, I would very much recommend it. She’s an amazin person, who has a great amount of artistic skill. Plus, she’s an Art Senpai of mine(whatever that’s wroth to ya)and I think she deserves all of the love. >u<

So ye. I hope ya like it, Youmna. I know it’s a tad late and all, but I still wanted to do somethin nice for ya. I hope your burfmus was good, and I hope you have many many more to come. ^u^


Character(s): Lee Taeyong

Genre: Some fluff for a very precious puff :)

Word Count: 613

Summary: Getting to practice fanservice for events and public appearances can be super fun! It’s even more fun when you get to tease your significant other.

Request: hi! how are you? i was wondering if i could have scenerio with taeyong? I’ve been feeling sad these past few days and family problems just seem to increase so i would like so fluff to brighten it up if possible? thank u and ly! 💕 Also happy mate b day - @kookiexdae (I’m so sorry about that, I hope my fic somewhat makes things better v.v Thanks for the request once again, and the belated birthday wishes!!)

Originally posted by nctaezen

“So, you’re telling me that you want to practice being flirty and cute and teasing with the fans… and you want to do it on me?”

“Yes!” Taeyong gave you a look, making you only stare back in response. “Please?”

“Fine. I’m only doing this because I love you.”

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anonymous asked:

How would the UF, UT, and US Skelebros react to their S/O crush kissing them then running away?

B-Oh heck yes!!! A classic. Thanks for the ask! I hope you don’t mind that I sort of turned these into mini drabbles.



woah woAH WOAH THERE!!!! I think you broke him.

Is this the real life, or is this just fantasy??? There’s no way you just-

You had decided to kiss him after he had told one too many flirty puns for your liking.

“you know what’s on the menu? me-n-u.”

“you must be from korea, cause you’re my seoul mate.”

“i like you a skele-ton.”


You silence the babbling bonebag with a brief, but passionate kiss.

As you pull away with a big smirk on your face, he realizes that this is not one of those dreams. But as soon as he pieces this together, you’re already kicking it into hyper drive. 

you couldn’t have possibly meant that, right?? 

Though he’ll admit, he’s curious as to what your motives were. So he eventually shortcuts in front of you. 

“h-heya kiddo. you left me awfully bonely back there.” You realized that there was nowhere to run and start to blush. 

Oh deary, what now?

He scratches the back of his skull and seems to be awfully nervous. “uh…i-i um, j-just realized that you forgot something.” Why is he looking away?

You tilt your head. “I… forgot someth-”

“this” He gently but firmly pulls you in for a swift kiss, making sure to not hurt you. His arms are wrapped around your waist and once he releases, the feeling of you lingers on his fingertips. Sans’ skull is glowing a fluorescent blue and he refuses to meet your gaze, leaving a moment of silence between you two. 

Its your choice on how you react.


You had caught him off guard while he was excitedly teaching you the techniques of stirring pasta. You giggle as you notice a glob of spaghetti stained on the corner of his jaw.


You answer with a small ‘hm’, still looking at him with a silly smirk. 

“WHY ARE YOU, ERM, STARING AT ME LIKE THAT?” Papyrus blinked, briefly pausing his aggressive stirring.

You figured this was your chance and went for it. Pulling his skull to your face, you let no space in between as you quickly kissed the sauce away. Thank goodness Pap settled with the store bought sauce, otherwise this would’ve played out in a less than pleasant matter.

“N-NYEH?” You pulled away and couldn’t help but relish in that paralyzed expression he held. Never have you seen a skeleton glow, but boy was this rewarding. Realizing that you oh-so-suddenly had places to be, you hop down from your step-stool and dart for the door.

Before you could even turn the door handle, you’re tackled to the ground. You startle as Papyrus sits himself on your lap and plants his hands to the sides of your head. 

You blush and stutter out, “w-what are y-y-you-”



“W-what?” You feel your whole body heating up.


Please say yes.



You were just trying to buy some groceries when a group of LV-d up monsters decided to jump you. In all honesty, you were no match for them.

“C’mon bitch. Hand over the money!” The largest of the monsters growled.

You shuddered at the monster’s assertiveness and backed away. Red had sent you to buy some groceries and there was no way in hell you’d hand over HIS money. He’d have your head if you did. “N-no!” 

Well that was less than intimidating.

You yelp as another monster shoves you to the wall, leaving you no room to escape. “Well then, guess we’ll have to teach you a lesson then, huh?”

Welp, this was it. You covered your face and braced for any oncoming blows.

Suddenly, with a clap and wisp of magic, all you hear is screaming. Your gaze pops up instinctively and you gasp. 

Red’s eyes are a-glowing and his hands are shrouded with even more red. Despite his intimidating stance, he looks at you with a a hint of empathy. “you…” He drags out.

He is suddenly standing in front of you, his hands grabbing from your forearm to your ankles. If you weren’t in such a public place, you would think he was a doctor giving you a full body examination. You were too shocked from the previous events to do anything about it.

He then starts to bombard you with questions along the lines of ‘are you okay?!’ ‘does this hurt!?’ ‘what were you thinking?!’ and ‘i’m gonna beat their asses!!’.

He was always like this, saving you from whatever dangers the cruel world brought. Like that one time he caught you just as you were about to trip up the stairs, or that other time he wrapped your burned hand after an unpleasant encounter at Chillby’s, and another time that he defended you from one of his brother’s attacks.

Yeah…you’re kind of in his debt. Nonetheless, when you looked down at him prodding worriedly at your thigh, you thought he looked extra kissable.

“S-Sans?” You felt your cheeks heat up at what you were about to do.

Red quickly stands up to your attention, almost bonking your head as he jumped. “yeah sweetheart?”

“Sorry.” Before he had time to react, you planted a kiss smack dab in the center of his teeth. You knew that he wasn’t very fond of PDA, so you pulled away quickly.

Red looks absolutely dumbfounded, his cheeks a vibrant red and were his hands trembling?? “w-wha-”

“Here!!” You panicked, shoving the groceries into his chest and you started to run. Though you were no track star, you sure as hell were going to try.

And as expected, Red grabs your wrist like some crazy ninja and twirls you to his side. The world suddenly goes wobbly and you’re thrown onto the couch. He towers over you with a weary gaze.

“didya’ really mean that?!” He was trying really hard to hide the desperation in his attitude.

~Your choice, once again~


You stood by Edge’s squatted side as he measured out his next puzzle to absolute perfection. He seemed to be extra edgy these last few day and you weren’t exactly sure why. The strain around his eye sockets were becoming more prominent with every coming day and he was getting a whole lot more irritable.

“Edge?” You gently patted his skull. “You alright?”

He jolted at your sudden touch and swatted your hand away. “I’M MORE THAN ALRIGHT, PET. I-I JUST NEED…”

You leaned in, anticipating an answer to your persistent questions.

Looking into your marveled eyes, Edge stiffened, a pink tint crossing his cheekbones. “I-I-I JUST N-NEED THAT…RULER RIGHT THERE! YES YES YES, THAT’S ALL! N-NOTHING ELSE!” He quickly looked away, holding out his hand for the requested object.

You sighed. You knew he was lying. “Okay.”

He huffed relievedly, returning quickly to his work.

The ruler sat next to you and you bent down to pick it up. Why was he being so secretive? You swear, he’s becoming just like his brother.

Twirling around to place the ruler in Edge’s still outstretched hand, you hesitate. An idea suddenly pinged in your mind, making you blush.

Edge, though he was looking away, seemed to be irritated at your hesitance. “HUMAN! THE RULER. NOW!”

Its now or never.

Swiftly grabbing his hand, he visibly twitched in your touch. “WHAT THE-”

You quickly silenced the boisterous skeleton with a kiss, sliding your other hand around his neck. As shocked as he was, Edge made no attempt at pulling away, in fact, he pushed himself further into you.

O-OKAY THAT WAS ENOUGH. He might kill you soon anyways, so you should get going now.

Pulling away, Edge is completely scarlet-faced, his jaw now hanging agape. “H-HUMAN I-”


Speaking of the most powerful, a cage of bones suddenly surround you and there’s nowhere left to go.

You whimper as Edge now looms over you with a menacing gaze, though his cheeks are still glowing. Oh stars, what now?

He hoists you by the arm and boy, that’s probably going to leave a bruise. Now eye-level with the skeleton, your faces are only centimeters away. Closing your eyes and bracing for impact, you startle as something bumps your forehead softly.

“PAYBACK,” was all he said as he dropped you and walked away, still blushing like a maniac.



“SPAR WITH ME, Y/N!!” Blueberry demanded, still bouncing from side-to-side. This guy had loads of energy to burn, didn’t he?

If you chose to spar with him once more, it would be your 9th round losing to him. You waved off his offer and laid down in the snow. “Nah Blue, I’m good.”

“OH COME ON, Y/N! WE WERE JUST GETTING STARTED.” Blueberry whined, setting his wooden sword in his holster. The more he looked at your tired physique though, the more sympathy he had. “YOU OKAY? I DID’NT HURT YOU TOO MUCH, DID I?”

You patted the spot next to you and he eagerly sat beside you. He ran a phalange against your bruised skin, tracing loving circles around your mark. “I-I’M SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRYYYYY!” He whimpered, burying his face in your chest. His arms wrapped around you and he had no plans of letting go.

“Whoa whoa, hey Blue! I’m fine, really! I just…it’s just a bruise, ya know?” You patted his back awkwardly, but reassuringly, at least trying to make an effort at reassuring your health.

“R-REALLY?” Oh no, was he crying? He wipes his sockets clean. “YOU MEAN IT?” He looked up at you with starry eyes that were impossible to say no to.

You smiled. “Of course, Blue. It’ll take a lot more than that to bring me down.” You said with a wink.

Blueberry embraced you even tighter. “MWEHHEHEH! I’M GLAD TO HEAR THAT!” As he nuzzled into your neck, you take the chance to give him a little peck on the forehead.

“MWEH!?” The cuddling session stops oh-so-suddenly. “Y-Y-Y/N?”

The moment he lets go, you take the chance to run.





Rounding a corner, you suddenly slip on a patch of ice and slide into a net trap. What in tarnation was that even doing there?

Feeling all crumbled up in the rope catastrophe, you start to panic even more when Blueberry strides up to you. Oh no, what have you gotten yourself into?

Blueberry is fiddling with his fingers. “H-HUMAN, I-I FEEL THE SAME WAY.” From a pocket in his bandanna, he pulls out a crumpled note. “I WAS G-GOING TO GIVE THIS TO YOU AFTERWARDS, B-BUT…MWEH, TAKE IT!!”

He storms off, leaving you with a mystery note.

Huh, how curious…

You open the letter and begin to read it:





You start to giggle and a blush spreads across your cheeks.


Now to get down from this trap.


“I’m not going to ask you again. Give. It. Back.”

Stretch scratched his chin in thought. “hm…nah. i don’t feel like it.”

You grumbled a few choice words, moping as Stretch dangled your phone just out of your reach. For being such a chill guy, he sure was a tall buttwipe.

“Stretch! I’m serious, give it back!” You whined, hopping again and again for your phone.

Stretch simply smirked. “hi serious, i’m stretch.”

“Ugh! You’re impossible.” You waved your hands up in exasperation.

“by impossible, do you mean impossibly good looking? cause if so, you’re totally right.” Stretch winked, smoothing back his non-existent hair.

A laugh absentmindedly came out of you and you punched Stretch playfully. “You dork.” You giggled. “Give me my phone back.”

“hey! i’m not a dork! i’m a super fly sexy guy, ya know?” He saluted you with a wink.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “alright then, super fly sexy guy. can this hot royale sexy gal here have her phone back then?” You asked with a shimmy.

Stretch brightened at your new nickname for the both of you and flushed a light orange. “well…when you put it like that…” He looked down at you, quizzically scanning you up and down.

“nope.” You deflated at his answer.

“Oh come on! That had to have worked!” You spring up to grab your phone, but miss.

Stretch chuckles. “fat chance, shorty.”




“Short, huh?” You crossed your arms sassily. “You’re pushin’ it, Stretch.”

Stretch rolled his eye sockets.”oh, i’m sooo scared, honeybun. what’re you gonna do, nibble on my leg?”

You cocked a brow and smiled confidently. “I had something else in mind.” And with that, you pull him by the collar and kiss him.

He freezes up, his cheekbones flushing a bright orange, but nonetheless, he accepts the kiss anyways. He tastes like honey and charred barbecue. Just as he molds into your embrace, you pull away, holding your phone confidently in your hand.

“Say cheese, honeybun~” You cooed as you snapped a quick pick of him before attempting to run away.

He stares at you in a daze, but then quickly realized that you just STOLE a kiss from him. Just as you were about to lock yourself in your room, a foot stops in the way of the closing door.

He stares at you with a half-lidded expression through the door crack. “that little stunt you pulled back there was quite adoorable, honeybee.” His cheeks are still very flushed as he pushes open the door, making you fall effortlessly onto the bed. “think you could handle another taste?”


adentylerlevin  asked:

Hello~! Jungkook, do you live alone? How different is your side of the forest and (your bf) Jimin's?

the realms of day and night… two different worlds–

JK: yes! i live alone in my tree-stump house. my side has lots of tall trees and… more trees. jiminie lives where there are more flowers and sunshine–his side is more fairy-friendly basically :(


“The Doctor Falls” quicktakes:

  • the cybermen scarecrows both make no sense and tie into so totally and terrifyingly into the overall theme of ‘normalized horror’ that if anyone is nitpicking based on Logic im gonna have to ask if you’ve ever enjoyed a piece of fiction, ever
  • Bill holding 12 is Iconic. the dark mirror of that one photoshoot where Sophie Aldred is carrying Sylvester McCoy. Companions Carrying Around Dr Who Forever
  • “how many times have you died?” “how many different ways?” like o.k. might be revealing too much of myself but this scene was hotttt
  • NARDOLE running away with purpose. that face
  • “oh, am i a woman now?” “well, kind of” “kiss me” “make me” “would you like to be alone?” im….fuckin. yeah
  • “which would mean more than it usually does” i n n u e n d o
  • that SONG what are they dancing to. if i remember to edit this i’ll try and shazaam it
  • “old school, nice for a change,” Simm!Master says while stroking his beard
  • Simm remains the slimiest of all Masters and the continuing sense of Missy playing along either to impress him or to play him or…these TWO
  • “Round??” “It’s a little bit” “Shut up” THIS TIME LORD OK
  • shades of…what’s that one where Simm pushes 10 around. Simm v much wants the Dr under his total control, but i think Missy would hugely prefer informed consent
  • confirming all origins of the Cybermen while dissing Trump and pulling off an unlikely plan: dr who in a nutshell
  • like even if what happens at the end did not happen, in an ideal world where narrative tropes are equally distributed, this is precisely how you’d do a conversion-type story. the emphasis on the character reacting against the monster they’ve become. having Bill be human!Bill for the most part really, really works
  • and the Dr being the only one who sees her, shades of “Last Christmas”
  • PCap going hard in the paint, dang
  • “Knock yourself out”, and she does. nice
  • “Seriously, I need to know, is that true?” oh there’s so much here and they’re so close and it’s just. how she looks at her hand after the dr lets it go, and rubs her face, and everything gets weird when dealing with touch telepaths
  • “the Doctor’s dead, told me he hated you” “yeah heard you the first time” new dynamic: master/missy/nardole
  • the whole…dangerous person everyone is afraid of has a particular weight, when portrayed as a black lesbian. it’s both kind of hinky and is getting at a really deep emotion, there. like sure it’s not ideal but for Bill, dunno. this just seems like it rams in hard into her fears in an empathetic way
  • once again i do believe the Bill & Thete comparisons are deliberate
  • Bill looking into the mirror like…dang dude
  • Jelly baby?
  • aw the quiet whump, 12 is already broken and about to get more broken and. MY BOY. NO
  • they’re so quiet, both of them. this scene is so heartbreakingly underplayed until the “i’m FINE” im
  • Bill yes i love you and support you
  • “why can’t I be angry” ohhhhh that’s a loaded line. maybe not played out so great but. yes. ask this question more, in your fiction
  • Nardole goes native once again. i love how him being a Computer Genius was woven into the series so he could save the day. nice organic arc, that
  • Bill & 12 brotp tho oh jeez these two
  • fuck off Simm!Master. so good at being slimy, and i love it, but a decade on am once again prepared to side-eye anyone who finds him Cute or Hot. he’s a fuckboy, right
  • 12’s about to do a “Caves of Androzani” please no
  • Bill realizing 12 can’t save her fuckin…fuck
  • “as my friend…i don’t want to live if i can’t be me anymore” and instead of “OH but i can SAVE THE DAY” the dr just says “…yeah. i gotchu. but - maybe?” and it’s. thank.
  •  s o n i c  u m b r e l l a
  • is Simm!Master now sufficiently obviously gross enough for people to not write fluffy uwu fanfic
  • “Is the future gonna be all girl?” “We can only hope” CHINBALLS ARE U LISTENING
  • aw them three together pointing their sonics while Simm yells “kILL ITT”
    “well done, genius twins”
  • Nardole and his new girl…yknow, im happy for them. i like them. best of luck, godspeed
  •  "is it wrong that I… “yes, very” HOLY SHIT AKDIPAHFFHPIAFHPIAWk0R-RY*@%@
  • kind of a Night of the Hunter vibe here
  • and a “Listen” vibe
  • Nardole was found on a doorstep
  • god the Dr’s desperation here, how they just want to be kind even if it kills them. this is My Dr Who, right here. and aw Pcap stop making me tear up
  • “just to the end, just be kind” thank you murray gold and etc for shutting up, this scene really benefits from a lack of music, can u imagine how much a standard Gold riff would ruin this (sorry i uhhh. like i enjoy gold in broader stories and sometimes he nails it but im not hugely a fan)
  • and how Missy almost, almost stays
  • and dR WHO please PLEASE oh god ohgodohgodoh
  • Them RTD Cyberman Noises
  • t h e  a p p l e  o f  d i s c o r d
  • like…okay this was not my dream ending for Twelvedole but the 'fuck off i’m a criminal im gonna ruin this so’ and the 'you’re stronger’ and the…..fuck dude. and Nardole sort of saying goodbye at the tomb/elevator and then going on to live his life…it’s bittersweet but i can deal
  • “You sure?” “You know i am” Aoufqurgo3qrq69r5674248148rfyhwekjs9d8f2q9(((((((((*^
  • “I need you to be big, and I need you to be brave, and I need you to follow me” NARDOLE
  • “Now that? was very really nicely done” i’m gonna fling myself into the sun
  • the Dr won’t ever know that she meant to stand by their side and it’s so them but it hurts ok
  • “You know how I go for girls and people my own age” and you’re expecting like, oh god, not again, not another companion with a crush on the Dr, but then she says 'no hetero’ and the dr’s like 'yeh’ and they blow themselves up together platonically. friendship goals
  • my headcanons about Koschei regenerating into Missy on Gallifrey are now kaput but i love, love love love, that they both shot each other in the back while giggling
  • remember that any character on this show is dead only until someone wants to bring them back
  • the dr won’t ever know that missy would have stood by them and that’s so…so them, and it hurts, but it feels right
  • 12 naming off all the times Cybermen fucked shit up. here is where Murray Gold is good
  • “Let it go” im, i cant
  • when heather came back is when i outright started crying
  • BILL LIVES. in a different way. BUT FOREVER AND ALWAYS
  • but plus 1 to all of us who called heather coming back
    may they travel thru time and space happily, good luck and godspeed
  • hit or miss on that dude playing One but rn am erring on the side of it working for me
  • the Xmas special is gonna destroy me
  • am genuinely surprised there was no 13 here but i can deffo live with that
  • “i can fly anything, even you” oooHHHH
  • nice
  • Bill’s the Dr now
  • woo-ee-ooooh oh dogg was that a riff on Clara’s theme just fuck me up fam
  • tbh i feel like 12’s earned their 'i don’t want to go’ more than ten
    like it’s just that they want to stop more than anything
  • again the xmas special will ruin me
  • but yeh i liked this story ok

anonymous asked:

For your bnha oc, if she slowly lets out air/breathes in air, does time also go from stop to slow to regular time? And also out of all the characters that attebd yuuei who do you think yiur character would be close friends with, and who your character would hate? Im in live with your OC and i hope you keep us updated with more stuff for her!! (Like her hero name or outfit and names of special moves and stuff) :D i hope you have a great day too <3

thank you sm! abt the breathing thing: i haven’t thought of that and that’s really smart so i guess ye!! slowing up the time would be really cool!

i also was thinking abt how much some characters in the bnha world develop their quirks u kno?? i was thinking that overtime hana could develop the skill to maybe even go back in time!! but for now she can only stop it :’))),

when it comes to class she’d be in class b or c?? and her hero name would be like ‘’Timer’’ or smth cheesy like that??? special moves names tho,,,, i cant rly come up w anything here 

and when it comes to the characters  uhhhhhh she’d probably rly like pulling pranks on bakugou since he annoys her, and overall she’d be chill with anyone else, i think she’d get along w shinsou :O

Dance Lessons

You know this song inspired me for the last bit of Morning After? This song, people, is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. Melikes sappy :3

Sorry it took so long for me to get to this, anon. I needed to have this thought out perfectly ;) ;) yes, I went there lol

For reference’s sake, let’s assume Yoosung is only a bit taller than her. I hope you like it! This was the first time I’ve ever written a kiss scene, so I hope it’s okay. Not mention the proper dancing

-Admin Bloo~

Dance Lessons (YoousngXMC)

Yoosung was hopping around all over the flat. ‘Did I clean out my living room? What if she wants to see my bedroom?‘ He nervously thinks as he swipes the table for the umpteenth time.

He had chickened out earlier that day. He was supposed to ask her to the spring formal, but when he brought it up, it turned into a pathertic request to teach him how to dance.

‘Shit, why am I so nervous?‘ He groans internally. ‘She’s been here too many times. We’ve literally been friends forever.’

The repetitive ringing of the doorbell knocks him out of his thoughts. ‘She’s here!’

He opens the door for her, and she marches in like a woman on a mission. He trails around after her as she plops her handbag onto a nearby sofa.

She surveys her surroundings before turning around to face him, with her hands on her hips. “Are you ready to dance?”

“Yes ma’am.” he replies tersely, resisting the urge to give a mock-salute.

She giggles at his prompt response and turns on the song from his speaker set. Standing in the middle of the room, she gestures him to step closer.

I found a love for me

‘Why did I choose that song?’ he cries internally as he steps closer slowly. His arms hover in mid air, not knowing where to place them.

She laughs and places one of his hands on her waist and the other holding her hand. Yoosung tries his best to ignore how right it feels to hold her like this, and hopes his palms don’t get sweaty.

“Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead”

She sings as she starts swaying. She guides him as to how his feet should work; Yoosung is always looking down at his feet to make sure he doesn’t accidentally step on her.

“Eyes up front” she laughs, and his head jolts up. Her laughter relaxes him; he must be doing something right after all.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

“See! You got this!” she smiles encouragingly as they open their movements more from their original box. Feeling a little bold, Yoosung lets go of her waist to twirl her in time with the music.

“And you said you didn’t know how to dance!”

His grip on her tightens out of nervousness again. “I really don’t; I just wanted to try it.” he chuckles sheepishly.

“So…this is the first time you’re taking the dance so seriously~” A cheeky grin blossoms on her face, and she wiggles her eyebrows at him. “Who’s the lucky girl?”

The question throws him off the little rhythm he had, and he steps on her toe. She winces at the pain, but doesn’t let him stop dancing. “Sorry about that.” He mumbles, again looking downward to monitor his feet.

Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man

Yoosung tries to muster any remaining courage he has and holds her with one arm to twirl her only halfway. Her back is now pressed against his chest, and they continue swaying from left to right.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” she whispers under her breath, but Yoosung could hear her anyway. “Positive.”

After a beat, he decides to just say it. His mouth hovers over her right ear and whispers “I was hoping you would be the one?”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

MC stays silent as they resume their normal stance, with both her arms resting on his shoulders and his arms on her waist. He tries to look at her in the eye, but she is the one looking at her feet now.

Yoosung pulls her in, eliminating any space they had between them. “Well?” he breathes.

She looks up at him, and gives him the softest smile he has ever seen. His heartbeat soars, and a smile erupts on his face. Yes!

She rests her head on his shoulder, and they continue dancing. He hopes she cannot feel his heart beating so fast, but it’s practically impossible not to.

“I don’t deserve this,” he sings along to the last lines “You look perfect, tonight.”

At the last bit of strings, he musters up the final courage to try to dip her. It’s only semi-successful, though.

Both partners are out of breath, even though their dance wasn’t too rigorous. The music has stopped, but they don’t break away. They simply stare at each other, lost in their own world.

The moments seemed to be streching into hours, even though it was only a few seconds. MC puts her hands on his head and pulls him in for a kiss. Yoosung finally straightened them up as he slowly kissed her back.

After a few seconds, she pulls away and rests her forehead on his, seeing as she is still nestled in his arms.

“Let’s save some of this for the formal.” She smiled, her faced slightly red from blushing so much.

Yoosung could only grin back.

I. I love cheese. Give me all the cheesiness. You didn’t bother me at all!! I don’t know what to say besides thank you, but even that isn’t as good an answer as I would have liked it to be. I’m better at drawing than writing, haha! 

@sandersandfanders : *w h i s p e r s  b a c k* H e c k , I  l o v e  y o u  t o o

Aww man!! I hope you find more motivation in a near future! Don’t you give up if you enjoy it!! Hang in there! <3

Hey, you’re welcome! I didn’t watch the movie, you tell me how it was! <3

@shygirl4991 : Heya! You warm my heart! Thank you! <3

@musical–llama : Yes! Welcome to this hellsite! I hope you enjoy your stay! Also, you’re awesome, and thank you. I try my best! :^D

IzuOcha Week 2017: Day 5

IzuOcha Week 2017

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Day 6

Izuku sat next to Ochaco in the Lunch Rush cafeteria as Tenya was seated across from the two. Other students were at the table with them, but the three of them were so absorbed in their own conversation that the rest of the cafeteria went unnoticed.

“How do you think you did on the test today, Midoriya?” Tenya asked as he took a bite of his lunch.

Izuku shrugged, brushing a hand through his curly locks. “I’m not really sure. I’m hoping I did well, but I was so worried about the physical exam that I didn’t study as much as I would have liked.”

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