jk*

I really think that the author doesn’t make the book, your imagination does. Just because JK Rowling says that Hagrid’s a Gryffindor, or Sirius is straight, doesn’t mean that Sirius couldn’t have kissed half the men in London and, hell, if you want it to be that way, Hagrid could be a Ravenclaw. So don’t get upset because you think she was wrong, she’s right in her own version, but some people need to learn to make their own, and stop being shitty about it.

Your opinion is my opinion, Anon.

^ 꾹찜집

At this point, I think we can say with certainty that JK has a habit of holding Jimin’s waist (we’re adding Jimin’s Hips to his list of favorite things). And I’ve seen him make up really inane excuses to do it (like that one time when he said he was cold during ISAC), but for the most part, there is no reason; he just… does it.

So it’s habitual, almost subconscious, and like you said - instantaneous. And don’t even get me started on how he likes to gently stroke Jimin’s waist sometimes.

Jimin, by the way, knows what he’s doing.

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kazane & izaya

about kazane: I’m actually not satisfied with the kazane drawing, (I have like a billion layers with adjusted poses and colors) but I think I just need to start over. I was still fond of the sketch, so I did a quick b&w coloring and decided to post it here. I still want to do something more expressive and in color, though… I think I have to rebuild my art skills slowly haha… need to master b&w again before I can move onto something I’m satisfied with in color

about izaya: i swear to god guys that hideous fur coat is literally the most fun to draw

Stars ; Doyoung

Requested
Characters: NCT U / Reader
Genre: Fluff, roadtrip, camping (do those even count idk–)
A/N: Doyoung my biass omgg ty anon for requesting NCT first~

Originally posted by taesyong

“Road trip!” Ten, Jaehyun, and Mark yelled excitedly. Taeil, who sat behind the wheel, chuckled along with Taeyong. You smiled, playing with the hands of your boyfriend. “I can’t believe Sooman-ssi let us go camping,” Taeyong mumbled, still in awe. The boys nodded in agreement.

Doyoung idly fumbled with your hands as well, not taking part in the conversation. Taeil laughed, looking at the two of you from the rearview mirror. “Okay, lovebirds, don’t keep us all up when we get there,” he mused. Both you and Doyoung jumped apart, as far as you can get in a car, faces hot. “Taeil-hyung,” Doyoung whined, covering his face in embarrassment.

Even Mark had turned red, not looking at the two of you. Groaning, you hid your face in his shoulder, making him yelp. Doyoung side-eyed the younger one, pursing his lips. As the car started, you returned to your original seat and buckled your seatbelt.

“Mark,” you chastised, “seatbelt.” Mark mocked your voice, buckling himself in. Sticking your tongue out, you went back to fidgeting with Doyoung’s hands, a habit you developed after Doyoung had asked you out. You frowned, noticing that he wasn’t doing the same with you; something he had always done.

Shaking it off as he was distracted; talking to Ten and Jaehyun, you started a conversation with Mark. “How’s Donghyuk,” you asked. Unbashedly, you had an ultimate bias who was not in fact your boyfriend. “Still a troll,” Mark mumbled, a slight pout on his lips. “You love it,” you teased, taking your hand away from Doyoung’s to poke his shoulder.

Doyoung narrowed his eyes quite obviously at Mark, who remained oblivious. He quickly took back your hand, grasping it tightly. When you looked at him with a raised brow, he merely continued his conversation. You laughed to yourself, realizing why Doyoung was acting off. How cute, you thought, resting your head on his shoulder.

Doyoung avoided eye contact with Ten and Jaehyun, cheeks red. You smiled into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his. Slowly, you fell asleep.


“Y/N,” Doyoung mumbled, shaking your shoulder lightly. You grumbled, pushing his hand away. Laughing, he tried again, “Y/N, wake up. We’re here.” Groaning you lifted your head, glaring at the boy. “Let me sleep,” you mumbled, your words almost incoherent. Taeyong chortled, a smile gracing his features. Faking a cough into his hand, he raised his phone to take a photo.

Taeil nudged his shoulder with a raised brow. “I’m sending it to Jisung and Chenle,” he explained. “They asked for OTP photos.” 

Jaehyung stretched his arms, happily bounding out of the car. “Look, look!” He said, grabbing Ten’s sleeve. In the distance, an eagle flew across the sky. 

After much trial and error, you found yourself being carried out of the car. “This is why I told you to go to bed last night,” Doyoung laughed, shaking his head at you. You had stayed up all night the night before, too excited to sleep. “Stop judging me, you’re worse than Donghyuk and Mark,” you mumbled, jumping out of his arms.

As you stretched, you didn’t notice Taeil look away awkwardly when your shirt lifted. Doyoung did, as he narrowed his eyes at the eldest. “Let’s set up,” Taeil said, taking the tents out of the trunk.

An hour later, three tents were set up and a fire was on its way. “You know, we have lighters,” you said, watching as Doyoung and Ten struggled to light the fire. “But this way is cooler, Y/N,” Ten pointed out, as if it were common knowledge. “Sure,” you rolled your eyes. You let out a sigh, grabbing your blanket from your tent. You set off for a hill you had discovered half an hour earlier.

“Where are you going?” Doyoung asked, letting Ten struggle on his own, much to his protest. “Stargazing,” you answered simply. You glanced toward the tent, where you could hear the snores emitting from it. You waved to your boyfriend before bounding off.

You sighed again, this time in content. Spreading your blanket on the grass, you lied down You stared up at the almost dark sky. It was dark, but not dark enough for the stars to come out. Taking out your phone, you went through your playlist, choosing a song.

A smile made its way onto your face once it started playing; the soft ballad making the quiet night lively again.

You closed your eyes and let in a deep breath. You froze when you heard the rustling of leaves. You knew this was in fact a public area, but you hadn’t seen or heard anybody else since you got there and the boys didn’t know where you were.

“Why don’t you ever listen to NCT’s songs?” His voice said. You jumped, opening your eyes to glare at Doyoung. “Don’t do that,” you whispered, a hand on your heart. Doyoung laughed, sitting beside you. “I do listen to your songs,” you mumbled, closing your eyes again. “Just not in front of you.”

Doyoung pouted, laying on his side. “Why not?” You opened your eyes, turning your head to face him. “It’s embarrassing,” you mumbled, shifting so that your entire body faced him. “You’d see me fangirling/boying over you and the guys.” Doyoung smiled, interlacing your fingers. “So? It’d be cute.”

You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time that day. “I am not cute, Doyoung, that’s you.” Doyoung flushed, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m not cute.” You laughed, using your free hand to stroke his hair. It felt soft, despite being dyed.

The two of you grew quiet, the only noise being the music, “You should stay away from Mark and Donghyuk,” he mumbled into your neck. You pulled away, giving him an incredulous look. “They’re, like, five.” Doyoung snorted, “They’re actually seventeen and sixteen but–”

You rested your hand on his cheek. “I love you,” you mumbled. Doyoung turned beet red. The two of you hadn’t said ‘I love you’ to each other yet, until now. Chuckling at his expression, you repeated yourself. “I love you~.”

“Y/N,” he whined, his face hot. “I love you too, but–” You laughed, bringing him closer to yourself.

Even though you had come out to stargaze, you didn’t even glance at the sky after Doyoung came. He was just that radiant.