i shall finish it one day


I spent my snow days this week finishing up these two Richonne sets I’d been working on for a while.

-Richonne from episode 7x10 featuring junkyard cat sculpture and Rick’s bloody hand. Not to toot my own horn but I’m so in love with this one 😍😍😍
-Richonne from episode 7x12, day packs and all. I’m pretty happy with these.
-and a bonus Jerry cause i love him so much.

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The free class had been on a Thursday and Rosie had spent the entirety of dinner that night explaining to John what they had done in class.  She even then gave him demonstrations as she still had her outfit on.  Sherlock could not get her to change out of it but decided the enthusiasm was good.

She was sad when she had to get ready for bed but Sherlock had promised her they could practise everyday until Tuesday’s class which they did.  They usually ended up practising while John was at work because he had a busy schedule the next few weeks because one of the doctors was still off on maternity leave. Sherlock didn’t mind though, he loved taking Rosie to her classes and watch her progression. She concentrated diligently and was usually the first in the class to master the moves they were taught and then she would help Evan and the other girls who didn’t quite get it.

The first two weeks of class were pretty much the same, the third week they began to expand their moves.

This time they were made to stand in a straight line while they learned the first and second position with their feet.  In first position their heels are almost together as if kissing and in second they’re a step apart.  The teacher then when on to teach them the arm positions for positions one through five.

The next lesson they learned was the plié.  She chose a volunteer from the class and brought her up front, her name was Vanessa.  First she had Vanessa stand in the first position and then bend her knees while keeping her heels flat on the ground and making a ‘diamond shape’.  The second position for the plié was the same, but instead of making a ‘diamond shape’ this time you made a ‘house shape’.  The teacher went around and individually helped each of her students with the instruction and they all seemed to pick it up fairly quickly.

The next position she taught them was the posse.  This is where you bring your one foot up to the leg and where you connect your toe to your knee, making sure the knee is facing out to execute the move properly.  This move took a little longer to master because of the balance issues.  She gave them each homework or practicing this move until they could do it without wobbling too much.

Now that more than half the class was over, the teacher decided they had enough time for one more move. “Alright class to wrap things up before cool down, we are going to learn one more move, the echape sote.”

She began by starting in first position with both arms and feet and then you jump out to second position with arms and feet to finish.  This caused the room of toddlers to giggle and it was by far their favourite move of the day.  They practised this move several times before doing cool down stretches and being released to their parents.

“Remember children,” the teacher called after them, “to keep practising.  You are all doing a wonderful job and in two weeks we shall start some new moves that I think you will all like.”

All the children chattered and clapped and Rosie went over to Evan and told him he did a good job today and that she’d see him next week.  Evan’s mum commented to Sherlock about how polite and encouraging Rosie was and that if it hadn’t been for Rosie, Evan wouldn’t have come back and Sherlock stated she had that effect on people.  Evan’s mum almost asked Sherlock for coffee until she noticed the wedding band on his finger and was relieved she noticed before making a fool of herself.  Sherlock seemed to sense it and just smiled it away and told her he’d see her and Evan at class next week.

This time John had beat Rosie and Sherlock home from class and he was in the kitchen making tea when they walked through the door.  “Daddy! You’re home!”

She ran out and grabbed his hand and drug him to his chair and made him sit. Sherlock clicked the kettle off and also joined them in the front room in his chair.  Rosie took her coat off and laid it on the coffee table and turned back to her parents.

“Look at what I learned today.”

She began with the first and second positions and moved into the plié, then the posse and then echape sote. And John grinned from ear to ear.  “I don’t know, you soon may be giving your papa a run for his money.” He winked at her.

She looked at him quizzically but continued talking about her class, “I helped Evan and some of the other girls with some moves and the teacher said we are all doing good practising on our own and in two weeks we get to learn some new moves.”

John reached across and took Sherlock’s hand and squeezed it, “this was such a good idea.  I can’t wait until Marci comes back from leave so I can go along to a class.”

Rosie shrieked, “Daddy, that would be wonderful, I can’t wait!   How soon does she come back?”

“Two weeks sweetheart.”

“That’s just in time for you to see the new moves we’ll be learning!”  Rosie squealed as she bounced up and down on her feet.

“Why don’t you go put some play clothes on and we’ll call out for takeaway tonight to celebrate?” John asked her.

She frowned, “But I love my ballet outfit.”

“I know you do sweetheart, but we don;t want to get it stained,” he said scooping her up and tickling her belly.  She giggled and agreed as long as they could have Thai.

They all agree and John let her down so she could run up to her room to change.

As soon as she was out of sight,John walked over to Sherlock and pulled him into a kiss.  “Let me guess, you’re the proudest parent there.”

“Absolutely John. You should see her, She lights up the room and everyone follows her lead but it doesn’t go to her head.  She takes after you in that respect.”

“I can’t wait to see her in two weeks.” He leaned in and kissed Sherlock again.

When they broke, John chuckled, “I better go call our order in.”

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{PART 4} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; As Jungkook learns more about you and your life, you find yourself wondering what it would be like to date a man of his power - before asking him something you’d never thought he’d say yes to; not in a million years.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Sunday Morning

Notes:  So this was the accumulation of a post I saw that was just like ‘imagine gladio in sweats and reading glasses’ (which is lost somewhere in the maze that is my likes and whatnot) and from writing these headcanons. The mental images oh the mental images just give me an IV of domestic fluff (particularly older Gladnis) and I will live for all eternity and I needed to finish something for Gladio’s birthday (even if it is now the 3rd over here shhhh).  In no way birthday related, just cute future fluff, and maybe one day, I will complete my original birthday smut plan and just un-birthday it, we shall see.

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF *chants into the sunset*, Gladnis, Future AU where my precious babies are save and happy, 3281 words

Sunday morning was Gladio’s turn to make breakfast.  It was the same every week and he normally ended up doing the same thing; not actually making it and instead picking something up.  He had tried making things in the past but he was hardly as skilled as his partner was in the kitchen and it didn’t always go exactly as planned so he couldn’t be blamed for wanting to play it safe sometimes. Besides, it also gave him the chance to pick the paper up en route which was currently tucked underneath his arm as he juggled the items in his hands.  He finally gave up, putting the cardboard cut-out that held the takeaway coffee cups down on the floor allowing a now free hand to reach into the pocket of his light grey sweats while the other held the bag that contained breakfast.

Propping the apartment door open with a foot as he reacquired the caffeine, there was a lot of shimmying as he tried to get himself in the door without dropping or spilling anything, but needless to say he succeeded.  Stepping out of his shoes and wandering down the corridor towards the kitchen he was greeted by the white cat that rubbed up against a leg with a soft purr, clearly eager to see if her owner had returned with anything worth her while.  He hadn’t, not specifically at least but Gladio did have a habit of giving her some of what they had.  All she had to do was look at him with those big green eyes and he was lost.  Not dissimilar to the other person who lived in the apartment.

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Team Fortress 2. Spy’s Dying Wish

Spy: So what’s YOUR dying wish?

Sniper: That… I shall take to my grave.♪

Been working on this for a week and finally finished it with my usual crappy panelling and backgrounds. Anyways, tribute to the video that sealed my fate to the TF2 fandom then later gave me papa!Spy feels.(`∀´)♥

Scout’s the only one who has NO IDEA who his father is. Yes, the Team knows.

@vilsetirrbloss Freudian Slips

(Idk, my hand slipped while drawing Shiro)


Pairing: Maria/Eliza

Modern middle school AU (they’re in eighth grade)

Word count: 1372

Warnings: none (Eliza is a cinnamon roll who doesn’t swear)

sequel: Blue



She stood out because she was wearing red.

Most people, for the first day of school, had gone for neutral shades–grays, blacks. A few, Eliza included, had chosen soft pastels. Eliza was wearing jeans and a floaty blue shirt.

But the new girl was dressed in a stunning red color, a tight solid-colored shirt. A gray sweatshirt was tied loosely around her waist, and she was wearing dark skinny jeans.

Eliza saw her immediately.

The halls were packed, anxious sixth graders trying to unlock their lockers, seventh graders flirting and running around, and eighth graders such as Eliza and the new girl strutting around. They knew how to deal with middle school at this point.

Eliza’s little sister Peggy was starting sixth grade, and Eliza was helping Peggy calm down.

“Liz, what if my lock gets jammed?” Peggy asked anxiously. “What if I trip on the stairs? What if someone makes fun of me?”

“Pegs, chill. You’re one of the best kids I know, and you’ll do fine. Everyone else is as worried as you are and won’t notice if you do trip.”

“But what if?” Peggy persisted, and Eliza sighed, leaning against the locker next to Peggy’s. She gazed out over the sea of people, laughing and greeting friends, and that’s when she saw the new girl.

Eliza’s breath caught in her throat.

“Liz? Liz? Eliza? You still with me?” Peggy asked, waving her hand in front of Eliza’s face. Eliza shook her head.

“Um, yeah, sorry. Go ahead and get to your first period. I’ll see you around, okay?”

Peggy nodded wordlessly and carefully closed her locker door.

The new girl was already gone, lost to the ocean of people, but she had stood out enough that Eliza was positive she would recognize her later.

“Hey there, Eliza!”

“Hi, John,” she greeted the freckled boy. His hair was in a neat ponytail, better than it had been all summer, and his arm was casually slung around Alex’s shoulders.

“How are you?” Alex asked. “We haven’t talked much these last two weeks!”

“You’re right,” Eliza agreed. “I’m…uh…did you see that new girl? The one in red?”

“Eliza has a cru-u-ush,” Hercules sang, appearing out of nowhere. Eliza blushed furiously.

“No, I, uh, I just wanted to know her name is all,” she said defensively.

“You’re-how you say-out of luck,” Lafayette said. The French teen gave her a smile. “We don’t know her.”

Eliza sighed.


Her first class was history, and when she walked into the classroom, she gasped audibly.

The seating chart was alphabetical. Her last name, Schuyler, was right behind the new girl’s last name, Reynolds, and they were right next to each other.

The new girl was already there. Hands shaking slightly, Eliza walked over to her desk and sat down.

“Hi,” the new girl said. “You must be Eliza.”

Eliza nodded, trying to find her voice. The girl was even more stunning up close. Her red shirt was satiny, and light was catching on the material. “Um. Yeah.”

“I’m Maria. It’s nice to meet you,” Maria said, and Eliza couldn’t help it–she smiled.

Conversation was light and easy between the two of them, and when the bell rang, Maria shot Eliza a quick smile before facing front. Eliza melted inside.

That’s when she knew she had a proper crush.

“It’s been two months, Angelica. This crush isn’t going away. I really wanna do something about it.”

Angelica sighed, closing her laptop and spinning in her swivel chair to face Eliza, who was lying on Angelica’s messy bed, her long hair hanging over the mattress. “Ask her to the movies or invite her to a sleepover or say something during the school day.”

Eliza sat up too quickly and got dizzy. “Angelica–”

“A, b, or c?” Angelica asked, steamrolling over Eliza’s complaints. “Ten seconds.”

Eliza panicked. She sure wasn’t going to say anything during school, for risk of rejection and being laughed at and suddenly noticed (she much preferred the background, thank you very much). A sleepover? She’d only known Maria for two months, for goodness’ sake!

“A! A! Movies!” Eliza shouted over Angelica’s countdown, and her older sister grinned.

“Ask her tomorrow to go on Saturday.”

Tomorrow was Friday.

“Angelica I can’t do that she’ll reject me and laugh at me and not wanna be friends anymore, Angelica why did I ask you for advice you’re pushing me to actually take the first move and–”

“You did say you wanted to do something about it,” Angelica interrupted, and Eliza gave an exaggerated sigh.



“Hey, um, Maria, I, uh, um, are you doing anything tomorrow?”

Maria turned towards Eliza, her eyes showing her confusion. Normally Eliza was either quiet or flawlessly eloquent. “Not that I can think of. Why?”

Eliza fiddled with the sea glass bracelet she was wearing. “Um, I was, uh, wondering if, erm, you’d like to go to the movies with me tomorrow?”

Maria let out a little laugh, and Eliza bit her lip.

“Of course, Liza. What movie?”

“You can choose,” Eliza decided, an immense feeling of relief sweeping over her. “Let’s meet there at…one?”

“Sounds good,” Maria said.

The day passed far too slowly for Eliza’s liking, but all too soon Maria was waving and heading out the door. “See you tomorrow!”

Eliza lifted her hand in response, but Maria was already gone. Grinning to herself, Eliza gathered up her things and left the classroom, eager to get out of the school building.

“Angelica, help.”

“Did I say you could come in?” Angelica asked irritatedly, removing one earbud and squinting up at Eliza from her nest of blankets in her bed.


Noting the anxiety filling her sister’s tone, Angelica closed her laptop and sat up properly. “What?”

“What do I wear?”

Eliza looked so lost and confused and scared that Angelica had to help her. She sighed, then got up and led her sister to the closet. “You can borrow my…uh…blue sweater. You’ve always looked good in blue.”

Eliza took the sweater, folding it over one arm and then standing there nervously. “What if…what if I mess this up?”

Angelica engulfed her in a hug. “Then I’ll be waiting here with hugs, hot chocolate, and a shoulder to cry on. Go do this. I know you can.”

“H-hi, Maria.”

Eliza’s voice wobbled and she hoped Maria wouldn’t notice.

“Hey!” Maria greeted cheerfully. “So, I think we’ve got two good options. Wanna help me pick?”

They chose a movie, bought tickets, and then stood in line for popcorn. Maria paid for everything, not even letting Eliza take her money out of her purse. Eliza didn’t complain, just smiled and then stared at the back of Maria’s head when the other girl turned around.

Maria headed straight to the back of the theater. It was mostly empty, as the movie had been out for a while. Eliza followed and sank into the plush seat. Maria handed her a handful of popcorn, and their hands brushed.

Eliza barely breathed, not moving, and Maria stared at their touching hands, for once at a loss for words.

They simultaneously dropped their hands.

When the movie started, the only other people were a couple families seated down at the front. Eliza couldn’t tear her eyes away from Maria, and her hand slowly crept over to Maria’s. She hovered her hand just above it, about to reach down and grab Maria’s hand. Then she stopped.

She couldn’t do this.

During a romantic scene, Maria turned so that she was facing Eliza. Eliza felt her breath catch in her throat.

Both girls unconsciously moved closer.

“I like you, like a crush,” Maria whispered.

“I like you a lot,” Eliza admitted.

“Can I…” Maria finished the question with her eyes, and Eliza almost laughed before leaning in and kissing Maria first.

Lips, tasting like buttery popcorn.

Hands, in her hair and on her neck.

Her own hands, tangled up in Maria’s hair.

One kiss, impossibly right in so many ways, sealing away all her doubts.

“I liked that,” Maria muttered when they broke apart, and Eliza giggled.

“Shall we try again?”

Right before Maria leaned in, Eliza noticed what the other girl was wearing.



Likes are appreciated, reblogs are wonderful, and constructive criticism/nice comments (even if it’s just ASDFDFGHJKUYTREWFM) make my day (seriously, though, I grin like an idiot when I see comments).


Princess Tutu: Ahiru + TV Tropes


  • omg do you have any idea how many times i’ve put the album preview on repeat
  • a lot aka way too much aka omg im so excited to listen to the whole thing 
  • okay here we go~
  • okay ten seconds in and the mv sets remind me of the dynamite and blood, sweat, and tears sets and i really liked those mvs so i have a good feeling about this one  
  • DANG
  • my pure vocal shownu
  • okAY
  • dark haired kihyun shall rise from the dead
  • omg the coordination and they’re so synchronized
  • this motif of time (im sorry i legit finished my macbeth essay yesterday)
  • i swear they’re all so good looking
  • they all omg
  • hoLY HECK
  • WHAT
  • NO

Okay so umm that was an emotional roller coaster (hahahaha monsta x pun intended). IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL (PUN INTENDED). lmao watch me put the whole album on repeat for the next couple days.

Give this song a chance; you might like it!

By the way, I’m open for song recommendations!

Phichit Appreciaton Post

The title says it all, Phichit has got to be one of the most jolliest character i have ever met in any series. 

Just look at this cutie from Bangkok, his adorable smile and that cute fringe

I have to say I love his complexion 



Or his worried faceeeee

And how he loves to take selfie and that phone caseeee




LOOK AT CUTE TINY PHICHIT when he first got discovered 

When he really wanted to skate “Shall we Dance” 


Just look at how precious he is I can’t even 

His world is just fluff and filled with cuteness 


One day we will all make his dream come true 

and he did one again captured our hearts 


bless when he finished his skate 

Can you not see his joy and happiness 

You did it! Really! Well done! 

Thank you lord for blessing us this child 

We must protect him 

anonymous asked:

If you listen carefully you can hear God Himself willing you to continue to educate us. Amen. (p.s: Im losing my shit in class and I blame you)

I thanketh thee for thy enouragement, but I also begeth thee not to putteth blame on me. Deus Vult, I shall carryeth on mine duties as his humble servant. Amen.

Legolas x Reader One-Shot: Don't Run Away

Legolas x Reader One-Shot Request: Don’t Run Away
Word count: 586
Warnings: None
Requested by: @fandom-hoe101


“I need to speak to you,” said Thranduil to his son on that fateful morning.
“What is it, father?” Asked Legolas, trying not to be all too worried.
“It’s that girl. She can’t stay here.”
“Why ever not? She doesn’t exactly have a home to go to.”
“I understand that, but she,” Thranduil hesitated. He didn’t want to say that he didn’t approve of you, but before he can form words somewhat more logical, Legolas interrupted.
“You don’t approve of her. You think I’m too young. Well, even if I am, I can’t help how I feel! She won’t live forever the way we will. She’s human, but she doesn’t belong with the humans you know and understand. She’s different. I know you don’t trust her, but please give her a chance!” Legolas’ eyes glistened with his words, and his father’s face softening.
“She can stay for a while, but she must endeavor to find herself a home. I will have to pay, because she herself cannot, but she can’t keep the guestrooms forever.”
“Thank you!”
“I wasn’t finished,” Thranduil continued, which worried the other elf, “she mustn’t ever speak to you again, unless on formal occasion.”
“No!” There were tears falling from Legolas’ eyes.
“Yes. You are too young to understand what you are doing.”
“I know perfectly well what I am doing, father! I am falling in love with a girl from another world. How bad could that be!”
“Her culture is too different from our own. She thinks of many things in this world differently and she does not understand the way we live.”
“Then let me teach her!”
“My word is final. I shall allow you one last day together after which you may never speak again.”
Legolas sobbed quietly as he ran swiftly from the room to find you.

Legolas stood and watched as you began to pack your bags. “I just can’t believe,” you started, but you could not finish your statement as a sob takes your words away.
“I know.” He says, kneeling down next to you, tears in his own eyes.
“What if I never see you again?”
“That won’t happen.”
“How can you be so sure? Does your father’s will mean nothing to you?”
“It means nothing,” he agreed, standing, “ I’m going to run away with you”
“No. Legolas, you can’t do that! You’re the crown prince. You can’t just give that up!”
“But I want to.”
“No. No, you can’t!”
“I love you.”
The confession stole your breath for a moment, but soon you come back to yourself. “Legolas,” you said, standing. You can’t speak for a moment and simply say, “I love you, too.”
He kissed you. “I have to run away with you. It’s the only way.”
“Please don’t, for your people.”
“I have to.” He turned and walked away.

He never got very far.
His father stood at the door to his rooms, stony faced and menacing.
“Father,” Legolas said nervously.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“It’s not-”
“It is. You’re running away.”
“I’m not!”
“You are. I know you think you love her.”
“I do love her.”
“I’m glad that you have a female figure in your life, but you can’t go falling in love with a human!”
“Too late.”
“You can’t just run away.”
“Watch me.”
Thranduil sighed. “If you really feel that way…”
“She- she can stay. For now.”
“Yes!” Legolas bounded down the halls looking for you, leaving his father smiling and shaking his head.


Request: Could I please have #18 with Youngjae please? Thank you!!!! <3333

18) Your bias is frightened by something in the night and they decide to sleep in your bed.

Member: Got7 Youngjae x Y/N

Type: Fluffy fluff fluff

Comments: SO after I finished writing this…I realized you never specified if you wanted it to be B.A.P.’s Youngjae or Got7′s Youngjae…but I assumed it was Youngjae from Got7 based on the prompt selected lololol. If you want one with B.A.P.’s Youngjae, just send me a quick message and I shall whip something up :)

I rolled over, completely exhausted, but sleep still alluding me. Another crack of lightning illuminated the room I was staying in and lit up my surroundings. Jackson and BamBam’s sleeping forms snoozed quietly from their pallet on the floor. I had spent an entire day at the park with the Got7 boys, and Jackson had given up his bed for me, with BamBam camping out on his usual pallet when he wanted to spend time with his hyungs and noona. 

The rain had spoiled our afternoon fun and carried on into the night with an aggressive thunderstorm lighting up the night sky. “Jackson,” I whispered into the darkness. “Oppa.”

Jackson stirred for a moment, eventually flipping over and flopping an arm around BamBam.  

“Bammie,” I tried. He was equally as sound of a sleeper. 

Another crack of lightning rang through the night and I winced. I wasn’t exactly the biggest on lightning storms. I was very sensitive to sounds and lightning was not a sound on the list that I liked to hear. 

I heard a quiet tapping on the door. At first I assumed it was the rain hitting the side of the apartment, but as it continued, I finally eased my way out of bed. I carefully stepped to the side of Jackson and BamBam’s makeshift bed, taking note of them still not stirring. They would be worthless in a disaster situation. 

I made it to the door and pulled it open as slowly and quietly as possible. I was greeted by Youngjae’s face illuminated by his cell phone light. 

“Oh,” he said, flustered by my sight. “Hi Y/N.” 

“Hi oppa,” I whispered, glancing at him through my lashes. I was wearing only a tank top and shorts, with Youngjae only wearing a tank top and boxers. He looked down at his own body and quickly placed his hands over his lower half, a blush showing even in the darkness of night. 

“I didn’t know you were sleeping over,” he said with a nervous laugh. Almost as soon as we had arrived home, Youngjae had gotten on his computer to play video games and eventually went to bed without saying goodnight. 

“Yeah,” I whispered. Another boom of lightning shook the apartment and we both flinched. 

“Yah,” he gasped, placing his hand lightly on my arm. It took him a moment to regain himself before he retracted his hand and laughed again nervously. “I don’t really like thunderstorms…usually Jackson will let me sleep in his room, but I won’t bother you.”

He turned on his heel and began walking back down the hallway as lightning lit up his disappearing figure. He flinched again before continuing his walking. 

“Youngjae oppa!” I called as quietly as I could. He stopped and turned back around to look at me. 

“I don’t like thunderstorms either,” I said carefully. “Maybe if we camped out together, it wouldn’t be so bad?” 

A small smile began on his face, quickly spreading to a bigger one. He turned back around and trotted back to me. He slipped his hand into mine, keeping his expression cautious. I nodded, giving him a weak smile and pulled him into Jackson’s bedroom. He eyed the sleeping boys on the floor and looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You know just as well as I do that nothing is waking those two up,” I chuckled, tugging him along. I got into bed first and scooted toward the wall to allow room for him to fit. He looked at the bed and gulped, eventually lifting the covers and sliding underneath with me. 

For a few moments, it was tense, and it was awkward. Youngjae avoided eye contact with me and laughed nervously. He kept at least a five inch barrier of sheet in between us. 

Another round of thunder shook the walls around us and I couldn’t help myself as I wiggled toward him, placing my face firmly into his chest. I took a breath in and smelled clean laundry and soap. It was so simple, but so lovely. He tensed for a moment before finally sighing and wrapping an arm around my waist, putting his face into my hair. Another blast of lightning hit and I shuttered, closing my eyes at tightly as I could, like it could keep the noise from entering my ears. 

“Are you okay?” he asked carefully, moving his hand to rest on my arm and began rubbing his thumb there. 

“I hate the sound,” I whispered, still holding my eyes tight. 

“Me too,” he agreed, pulling me in closer to him. He began humming, and eventually started to sing quietly. 

“Tell me every day that you are mine. I want you and want you more…And tell you that you are mine. Everyday I think of only you.” 

Thunder rattled around us again, but I shuttered a little less, letting his voice vibrate through me instead of the weather outside. 

He finished singing, placing his lips carefully on my forehead and leaving a gentle kiss there. I felt him stop breathing for a moment, waiting for some kind of reaction from me.  

I looked up at him, analyzing his jaw line, his full lips and wide nose. I finally stopped as my eyes reached his, completely taken back by the new feeling flooding my senses. 

I knew Youngjae didn’t think much of himself. He probably had the lowest self esteem amongst the members. I never understood why, but never really thought much about it. I saw Youngjae as a brother figure, a sweet cinnamon roll. 

Until this moment. 

He was protective, he was caring, and his skin felt so warm and soft against mine. I always knew he had a beautiful voice, but until I felt it vibrating against my skin, I didn’t realize just how beautiful it was, just how beautiful he was. 

I took a deep breath and kissed his jaw, the nearest piece of skin available to me. HIs eyes widened and he tilted his head down, gazing at me in a peculiar way. 

“…but why?” he whispered, furrowing his eyebrows. 

I giggled, completely enamored by how confused Youngjae was with my behavior. “Youngjae,” I sighed, hiding my face in his chest again. “You’ve deserved to be kissed for so long.” 

“What?” he breathed. I lifted my head from his chest and slid myself up along the sheets, taking his chin in my fingers. I looked him into the eyes and smiled. 

“Choi Youngjae,” I whispered. “You are incredibly beautiful.” 

I kissed him softly against his pillowy lips and leaned back again. His eyes were still closed and his lips slightly puckered. 

He slowly opened his eyes and smiled lazily. “So uh…” he began, laughing nervously. Thunder continued to rock around us, but neither of us seemed to notice at this point. 

I nestled back into his body, closing my eyes. Maybe if I started to associate the sound of thunder with Choi Youngjae, the weather wouldn’t be so bad. 

Originally posted by got7ish


anonymous asked:

i lov ur hc's!! theyre so cutE!! i was wondering if u could do one with the RFA + V making fun of MC's tiny hands/cold hands??? ily have a good day!!!

(SQUEAL~ Okay, I’m dead. Thank yoU!! Of course I shall do this request, since I also have tiny, cold hands xD Thank you, Ily2! Have a wonderful day~)
(On another note; I’m at school rn, soo, I’ll be posting later when I get home. I have an assignment due at midnight, so I gotta finish that first.)

• He never payed much attention to your hands when you first started dating, to be honest.
• He decided to take things VERY slow in the relationship, since this was his first one (and he prays it’s his last because yOURE THE BEST THING EVER.)..he wanted to savor everything about it.
• He awkwardly asked if he could hold your hand one day, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his shyness.
• “Of course you can hold my hand, honey~”
• He blushes, slowly pulling his hand down to entwine his long fingers, in your (nubs, lol) tiny ones.
• The moment they meet, he looks down at your hand, letting out a chuckle.
• “(Y/N)!! They’re so cold!” He continued chuckling..and that’s when he noticed the size.
• “Oh. My god. THEY’RE SO TINY!!”
• “Shut it, Blondie.”
• “nono!! I think it’s cute! My cute, tiny hand girlfriend~ aha. That’s so-”
• “Don’t make me fight you.”
• “Gahh! Okay! Okay! I wouldn’t want you to punch me with those ice packs of yo-”
• You playfully slap him, making him puff out his cheeks.
• “Alright! I’m done!!”

• Never shuts up about it. From the moment he saw your hands, he was commenting on how small they were.
• “COME ONN~ YOU GOTTA ADMIT, YOUR LIL NUBS ARE JUST SO CUTE!” He gushed, tangling his large hand in your own.
• You’d playfully tackle him onto the ground, pinning his wrists above his head. (Kinky?)
• “CAPTAIN DOWN, CAPTAIN. DOWN! On another note..what, did you shove your hands in the freezer before you came to me? Geez, those things are like ice!”
• “THAT’S IT!”
• The two of you start to play wrestle on the floor for a few minutes, until you just casually laid yourself down.
• “I surrender. Too much work.”
• “Oh, so now you’re lazy, t-”
• “Seven!”

• He finds it super adorable that your hands are so tiny.
• He constantly reminds you, too.
• He’ll always place kisses on your small hands, and then begins to gently rub on them, hoping to give you warmth.
• Occasionally, he will tease you for it.
• In public.
• “Ohh! Look at my girlfriends cute little hands~” he would say (quite loudly, too), getting down on one knee. He would lightly take your hand in his, kissing it softly.
• “Zen..we’re in public..” You’d whisper, your face getting red, as people began to stare.
• “I don’t mind, babe~ I’m glad everyone can see that you’re mine. You and those adorable hands of yours.” He adds, unable to stop himself from chuckling.
• You lightly elbow him, pulling him back up on his feet.
• “You’re really something, you know that?”
• “I’m your something~”

• She knows how it feels.
• Her hands are also pretty small. Although, they’re not quite as cold as yours.
• She likes to let you rest your hand in between her thighs while she sits cross legged, letting your hands warm up instantly from the body heat.
• Sometimes she likes to tease your hands, but you can always tease her right back.
• “Your hands are freezing, (Y/N)! I feel like I’m holding hands with an ice cube!” She laughs tightening her grip on your hand.
• You scrunch up your nose, and stick your tongue out at her, before motioning to her own hands.
• “Says the one with little baby hands~”
• “My hands are still slightly larger than yours, (Y/N).”
• “….. Crap.”

• The first time you both held hands, he instantly pulled back, a bit shocked at how freezing cold your hands were.
• “(Y/N)? Are you alright? Your hands are absolutely freezing! Is that healthy?” He asked.
• Once you assure him that your hands are always like that, he gives you a small smile, taking your hand back in his.
• “If you say so.”
• The two of you continue to hold hands, a peaceful silence taking over you. Before he kills the moment.
• “You know, I’ve shaken a lot of hands in my tim-”
• “JUMIN!”
• “I’m only teasing you, my love.”
• You let out a small grunt, turning your head to face the front of you.
• “They’re cute, though~”
• “Don’t try me, Mr. Han.”

• Considering he’s a pretty touchy person, he’s always trying to keep a hold of your hand, wanting to make sure you’re beside him at all times.
• So you can bet he’s took a notice of your smaller than average hands.
• One day, someone mentions they love cute things in the group chat, so, he types out;
• “Then you’ll absolutely adore my wonderful (Y/N)’s hands~”
• You quickly rush into the room he’s in, considering you’re in the same house, and you give him that “You little shit” look.
• He innocently smiles, before raising one of his hands, gesturing for you to come over to him.
• You make your way over to him, and he slowly takes a hold of your small, cold hands, and pulls them to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on them.
• “I really love them, though. As much as I love you..they’re a part of you, (Y/N). A wonderful..wonderful part of you.” He smiles.
• “Awh, V..that’s so sw-”
• “although, I will admit, they’re pretty cold..”
• “And there it is.”
Saeran: (Ya’ll don’t ask for him, but I’m still gonna include him, lmao.)

• You can bet this boy is going to be mentioning your hands ALL. THE. TIME.
• Sometimes he likes to complain, more than tease, about your small hands.
• He really hates to admit it, but despite the coldness, he is in love with how tiny they are.
• Besides, he enjoys the coldness..when it’s summer.
• Fall and winter is a bit of a different story.
• “Damn..(Y/N). They’re completely freezing, what do you do to them?”
• “Those are my hands. I can’t help it?”
• “ugh.. You’re lucky I love you.”
• “Why’s that..?”
• “I- Uhm. Well..because, I just want to hold your hand..I can uhm..stand their temperature?”
• You giggle, leaning over, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, making his cheeks redden slightly.
• “Good thing I love you too, then.”

half finished sketch for the evening before hitting the bed. Hope I’ll be able to work on it this week. 

Lately I’ve only had ideas for action-packed adventures for ‘partners in crime’ Fiona and Tim. But a good rest is also equally important for a Vault Hunter, right, Fi?

my song for the two (I shall make that playlist one day)

cleaning out my tumblr drafts and i discover so many jupiter ascending and lotr cherik paintings that i never posted/totally forgot about omg (and this excludes other fandom artwork i totally forgot about as well) some of which include:

Mr. Mendes

I take a seat next to Michelle after dropping my books to my desk. I sighed and she looked at me, trying to read my mind. “what’s up, girly?” she asked as I looked to her. I shook my head and mumbled a small, “nothing.”
the final bell rings and the whole class comes to a hush. I look around surprised that Mrs.Davidson isn’t already at her desk beginning a lecture about whatever the topic was today. “where’s mrs-” I’m cut off by Mrs. Davidson walking in and greeting us with the usual, “Good evening, class.” only half of the class ever says something back. we all look behind her to see a very attractive young man who looks to be about our age with topaz eyes and a soft looking quif. “this is mr. mendes. he will be here as a TA for this final semester.” Mrs. Davidson said as if on que. “mr. mendes,” I thought to myself.
“so he must be the notorious son of the principal.” I looked over to Michelle, she was practically drooling over him. I giggled louder than intended. mr. mendes and Mrs. Davidson looked at me and Michelle. she shot us a glare before turning back to her computer, probably looking at lesson plans. however, mr. mendes seemed to keep starring. we locked eyes and he smirked before turning back to our teacher. “holy fuck.” Michelle said grabbing my arm. “hm?” I said not wanting to get in trouble for being loud. “i know you saw that. you had to at least seen that because I literally felt it. he totally wants to fuck you. that smirk, he’s probably thinking about what colour underwear your wearing right now.” she said shaking my arm. “your stupid, Michelle. he’s a wanker, just like his father. and he probably didn’t even mean to do that.” I said pushing her arm off me and giving her a funny look. but i couldn’t lie, he was very attractive and i wouldn’t mind him doing any of the things michelle was thinking of, to me. “whatever you say.” she said turning away. “okay, uh lets get started shall we?” Mrs. Davidson said finally pulling away from her computer and focusing on her class. “pull out the purple book and turn to page, uhh.” she paused looking at her already open purple text book. “137.” she finished. “now who would like to start us off?” she gazed across the room before stopping at me. “oh god no. please no, pick someone else.” I silently begged to myself. “Y/N. why don’t you start for us?” she smiled at me, already knowing I hated talking in front of people. I hate attention. “u-uh yeah s-sure..” I stuttered.
“a considerable body of uh domestic v-violence litature exist w-which theorizes about causes of Dom-domestic violence.” Mrs. Davidson stops me. “uhm, how about we have someone else read?” my cheeks turned a scarlet colour. she always goes out of her way to embarrass me, ever since my mum and uncle were her students. I slouched down in my chair and put my head on my desk as she picked another student to read aloud. I looked around to see mr. mendes had his eyes on me. he licked his bottom lip when he had got my attention. I took a deep breathe before sitting back up, looking to him once more to see that same smirk playing his lips again. I looked back to my book following along with the class.
“ah miss. Y/L/N.”
I stopped gathering my things and looked up to see Mrs. Davidson and mr. mendes standing side by side looking to me. both had smiles on their faces as I approached them. “sweetheart, have you seen your grades lately? your close to failing my class. I can’t have you failing your senior year. with that said I have arranged for you to be tuttored.” she smiled, putting her hand on my shoulder. “is this uh, is this optional?” I said looking at her hand and then to her face. “what? the tutoring? no I’m afraid not. oh and mr. mendes will be your tutor.” she said looking to him. I followed her gaze. he was smiling, sticking his hand out. I looked at it for a second. “this is the part when you shake his hand and introduce yourself.” she said grabbing my hand. I took his and shook it. “Shawn.” I looked to his eyes, “Y/N.” I looked down and he chuckled. “your very shy, miss.” he said as Mrs. Davidson walked away. “huh? oh yeah. I guess so.” I said looking back up. “all right well the first session will be this evening at let’s say, 5. meet me at the café on 6th street. all right, little one?” he winked before walking away. his features were those of a god’s. his little pet names didn’t help me at all. “yeah okay.” I mumbled walking back to my desk, gathering my things and walking out of the classroom as fast as possible.
to: Michelle 💘 “ sooooo mr. mendes may or may not be my tutor and I may or may not be on my way to meet him for a lesson right now. so uhm I’m not gonna be able to text you because I may or may not be on a study date with the TA that may or may not be named Shawn. okay bye ysysyxncn”
I shoved my phone into my back pocket, grabbing my keys and heading out the door. I hit the unlock button and hopped in the front seat of my rover. the one I can barely even afford. once I got to 6th street I parked my car in the parking lot of the café. I got out and locked the doors, swinging my backup on. I walked around the corner to see Shawn standing with his back facing me. I walked up to him tapping his shoulder before walking in front of him. “waiting for someone?” he looked up from his phone and smiled, following me inside. “uh hey, why don’t you go pick a table and I’ll get some muffins, what kind of coffee?” he looked at me waiting for me to answer. “uh I’m good thank you.” I turned around and went to a corner table. setting all my stuff down I realized I had forgotten a pencil. “shit.” I said looking to the bottom of my bag. I sighed before grabbing my phone out of my pocket. I turned it on to see a missed call from Michelle. I called her back while waiting on mr. mendes. “hello?” I said once she picked up. “hi.” even though I couldn’t see her, I knew she had a grin from the tone she was using. “how is he? are you guys about to fuck? or did you already? you did didn’t you. was he any good, is he roug-” I cut her off laughing. “Michelle stop oh my lord, you nasty we are literally at the café why do you have such unholy thoughts?” she laughed before replying. “have you seen the man?” she was right, he was very attractive and he was pretty built up. I looked up and saw him coming toward me. “hey I’ll call you later, I’ve to go.” i hung up putting my phone next to me. “hey. sorry it took me so long, they’ve a long line up there.” I nodded and he sat his coffee down and then a basket of muffins down. “shall we get started?” he asked and I nodded. “uhm, I don’t have a uh pencil. I seem to have forgotten it in my hurry. I’m sorry I’m such a flop.” I said, rummaging through my bag once more. “no worries, you won’t need one this time.” he said taking a bite of his muffin. I nodded and he pulled out the English textbook.
we read from some of the pages of the textbook before he handed me an assignment. “okay so I’d like you to have that finished before tomorrow. and also instead of meeting every other day, we’ll meet up everyday because of how close all the exams are. can’t have you failing now can we? what do you say we take a break and learn a little more about each other yeah?” he smiled at me and I nodded back to him. “yeah sure..” “great. I’ll go first. what’s your favourite subject?” I thought for a moment before speaking up. “probably math. it’s easy to comprehend and to I don’t know, not forget how to use it. I mean if that makes any sense at all. Math is very resourceful and I find myself using it all the time, in any kind of situation. i’m kind of just rambling now aren’t I?” I started to feel my face heat up and turn red. “yeah a little. but I think its cute, ya know? how your always nervous. you’re so innocent.” he said, taking another bite of his muffin. “oh uh, thanks I guess..” i looked down, biting my lip; a nervous habit I picked up from Michelle. “so uhm, youre the principal’s son?“ i asked, trying to sound at least a little bit confident. "yeah, that i am.” he took a drink of his coffee, licking his lips after. “are you sure i can’t get you anything?” he asked as he sat his mug down. “uh no i’m good thanks.” he nodded before he grabbed his ringing phone. “hello?” he said not really even focusing on the call but more on something in his books. “oh uh no can’t right now. yeah i’m on a study thing with some girl from Mrs. Davidson’s class."  I cocked a brow and turned towards him. he was still focused on his books and papers. "oh yeah she’s gorgeous.” he looked towards me and smirked. “i totally would. ok alright, bye.” he hung up and let out a breath. i looked at him waiting for him to explain himself. “what? ohhh your embarrassed because i called you gorgeous huh?” i looked down and shook my head no. “mhm yes you are. admit it, Y/N.” he laughed before checking his phone. “hey uh my parents aren’t home wanna go hang out and study some more?” he asked as he gathered all of his things. “uhm sure.”
"welcome to my flat, well my parents flat.” he gave a small giggle as I smiled, looking around the giant place. “your eyes are so, gorgeous.” he said grabbing my chin, pulling it to make our faces level. we locked gazes before my cheeks got red and I looked down. he sighed. “why do you always do that?” I looked up at him walking to the kitchen. I followed him. “would you like coke or Sprite?” he asked opening the fridge. “uhm, Sprite please.” i said taking in his aperence from behind; muscle hugging shirt, skinny jeans. he reached up to grab a cup and his shirt rose a bit. I blushed at the thought of him completely bare. how muscular he’d be. how big he’d be. I shook the thoughts from my head when he handed me my cup. I looked down to see a tattoo on his forearm. “wow.” I said, still starring at it. “oh this? yeah it’s really something.” he said looking at it too. I reached my hand out and rubbed it as if I were blind and his arm was brail. I felt a spark but ignored it. “that’s supposed to be a guitar right?” I asked as I looked to see his eyes already burning holes into me. “yeah.” he simply replied. “do you have any?” he asked moving his arm down to his side. “uh two actually..” he looked at me so surprised. “two?” I nodded and he looked at me, obviously waiting for me to show him. “uh well uhm I can kind of only show you one.” he smirked at his own thoughts. “well on with it then.” I gripped my shirt and pulled it up to the bottom of my bra to reveal the large snake that wraps around me. he looked down and reached out and touched it as I did to his. he dragged his finger around me, following the whole art piece. shawn breathed out and looked back up at me. “so, where’s the other one?” he smirked as I looked down again. “uh, can’t show you.”
“oh come on, why not?” I sighed before answering him. “because it was a drunken mistake that my friends made me get. I regret it more than anything. but I’m too much of a baby to get it removed.” he nodded before asking if I could at least tell him where it was. he started acting fidgety when I explained that it was not even an inch above my genital area. we walked to the couch and got out more studying materials before I got a series of texts from Michelle. “uh do you mind if I check my phone? it could be important.” I asked as he stopped reading and laughed. “I love how you ask for permission. I’m not in charge of you, little one.” I nodded before grabbing my phone to see all the thousands of texts. I opened my phone and texted Michele back. to: Michelle💘 “omfg stop, we are not fucking. not that I would mind him pounding into me. he’s daddy asf and ok we were takking about tattoos and I didn’t show him but totally wanted to!!”
to: michelle💘 “talking*”
when Michelle decided to spam text me again I felt my phone being grabbed from my hands. I looked up to see shawn smirking, holding my phone. “SHAWN GIVE IT BACK, RIGHT NOW!” I said reaching over, attempting to grab it from him. he looked down at the screen and scrolled up, past Michelle’s most recent texts. “hmm what’s this?” he said, fighting me off with one arm, using the other to hold my phone in his hands. with a smirk he read, “we are not fucking. not that I would mind him pounding into me.” he looked at me shocked. “I am daddy as fuck though.” I face palmed myself and he laughed. “it’s not fucking funny. you just ruined the little self esteem I had. thank you for reminding me to kill myself.” I said, fighting back the many tears. “awe don’t be embarrassed, kitten. even though it’s hot when you are.” he said passing me my phone once I actually looked up. “no. shut the fuck up. I told you to give me my damn phone.” I said looking at him angrily. “you probably wanted me to read those texts so maybe I’d make a move on you.” he said smirking again. I scoffed at him. “yeah right. you really think I wanted you to read those? that’s the literal dumbest thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth.” I said, crossing my arms at my chest. he rolled his eyes. “I think I should leave.” I said grabbing my things. “no.” he said standing up with me. “excuse me?” I said, continuing my packing. “look just stay, I’m sorry okay?” I stopped and hesitantly sat back down. he quickly grabs my phone and drops it in his lap. “what the actual fuck Shawn?” I said getting even more frustrated with him. “relax, I’ll give you your phone. IF you show me your other tattoo.” he smirked at me when he knew I could only say yes. “fine.” I gritted my teeth before standing up. I went to pull my shorts down when Shawn stopped me. “let me.” I rolled my eyes, putting my arms at my sides. he looked back down and slowly slipped my shorts down, past my hips. I heard a noise that could be mistaken as a moan, come from shawns mouth. he ran his fingers a crossed the tattoo that read, “daddy’s” with an arrow pointing down to my heat. “so, you have a daddy kink?” he asked curiously looking back up to me. “Shawn I really think that more of a priva-” he cut me off my holding my phone up for me to see. I groaned, slapping my forehead. “yes, Shawn. I have a daddy kink.” I rolled my eyes, hating this little game of his. “well that’s good, so do I.” he smirked before looking back at my tattoo. I gasped when I felt a breeze and then my shorts and underwear pooling at my feet. “Shawn what the fuck are you-” I cut myself off with a moan as I feel Shawn press a kiss to my clit. “oh god, fuck Shawn.” I moaned unintentionally. “hmm? what’s my name, kitten?” he said as he stopped kissing my heat. “dadDY!” I said as he licked a stripe. “mmm. you taste amazing.” I moaned at the vibrations. “how about we go to my bedroom?” I nodded furiously, wanting his mouth back. he smiled before coming to stand on his feet. he looked at me before kissing me, hard. I kissed back almost instantly, loving the way our lips melted together. he picked me up and walked up the stairs, kissing my neck on the way. once we got to the bedroom he lied me on the bed before going back to my neck, leaving love bites everywhere he could. he got on top of me, reaching around me to unclasp my bra. I arched my back helping him. he pulled off my shirt and his mouth wasted no time in attacking my breasts. I moaned as he sucked my right nipple, messaging my left boob with his rather large hands. “mm, daddy.” I moaned as he switched boobs. the heat between my thighs was growing without a doubt. “daddy, I need you.” he smirked against my skin. Shawn stood up, breathing heavy. “get on your knees.” I looked at him for a second before smiling and following his orders. “that’s right baby, you gonna suck daddy off?” he said as I unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his thighs. I placed a kiss to his clothed bulge. he let out a throaty moan when I reached for his Calvin kleins. his cock hitting his stomach when they passed his thighs. I went to grab him in my hands but he grabbed them both and held them together. “no hands.” he said sternly. I took a deep breath before placing a small kiss to the head. he threw his head back, moaning. “God more, baby.” he moaned, slightly thrusting his hips forward, into my mouth. I began to suck to the base, gagging as he released his death grip on my wrists and held my head at the base. losing my breath and gagging, my eyes started to water. he let go and gripped my hair, bobbing my head back and forth. I felt him twitch in my mouth, encouraging me to go faster. I moaned on him and smiled when I felt him release into my mouth. he moved his head back to its normal position and smiled down at me. lifting me to my feet, he pushed me on the bed and started to aggressively kiss me. he sat up and took off his shirt. I moaned at the sight of his built body. his abs dabbed with sweat. I followed his torso down to his happy trail. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he winked. “will it now?” I cocked an eyebrow, question him. “I hope not.” he admitted. “what do you mean?” I said, ready to sit up and interrogate him. “I mean, it’s stupid. I sorta like you y/n. and I don’t know you just make me feel weird inside.” I giggled at him. “see I told you it’s stupid.” he said, his turn for red cheeks. “no, it’s a cute kind of stupid.” I smiled, putting my hand on his face and kissing him. he looked down my body, seeing the “daddy” tattoo and moaning a bit. “uhm, do you wanna do this?” he asked, his eyes going back to mine. “God yes I want to, really fucking bad.” I said with a slight groan of impatience. he smiled before thrusting into me. we both moaned in unison. he set the pace slow to start, whispering sweet nothings to me. when he sped up is when the whole mood changed to a rather kinky one. he grabbed my hips harshly and began pounding relentlessly. I was screaming as he whispered dirty things I dared to repeat. “choke me daddy. please?” he smirked up at me before sitting up and moving my hair before wrapping his giant hands around my throat, slowly adding pressure. he began thrusting hard again and my screams were muffled by the lack of breath I had. “harder” I moaned out, scratching down his back. soon I felt a pressure being built up in my the pit of my stomach. “god your such a slut for my cock. you like daddys cock buried deep inside you?” I moaned, scratching harder as he went faster. the pressure began to release and I was screaming his name as he released his grip on my throat and moved one of his hands to rub at my clit, the other going to my hip as he hovered over me. he watched as euphoria washed over from my head to my toes, which began to curl as he fucked me through my orgasm. he went faster and got sloppier as he twitched in me. I moaned out with him watching his face the whole time. his eyes rolled back as I felt him pull out and release on my chest and stomach. we sat like this for a second, our breathing faster than normal. - "so. this leaves us where?” I asked as we intertwined hands and pulled the covers over us. “well I’m pretty sure in my bed..” I playfully hit his arm with my unoccupied hand. he laughed before looking into my eyes. “wait shit.” his eyes turned to those of a worried parent. “what’s wrong? did I do something?” he looked at me before asking, “you are at least 18, correct?” I sat up giggling. “yes, Shawn.” he grabbed his chest, letting out a deep breath. “ok good, and how would you like to go on a date with me. an actual one, no studying involved?” I smiled and hugged him before kissing him. “yes, I would love to.” we both got up and went back downstairs and continued studying like nothing ever happened.