can you even imagine waking up next to him

How great of bros must all those skaters be though? They are at the GPF banquet and Yuuri gets drunk af and starts pole dancing. He’s so drunk he forgets it all the next day and does not find out about it for a year.

There were probably over 100 people there, with phones, taking pictures, and yet none of those pictures ended up on Instagram.

These do not look like the faces of people who are just going to quietly sit on these photos. They all look completely ready to upload them because this whole thing is hilarious and amazing. But they don’t.

I can just imagine Chris and Victor going around to every person and being all “You gonna post it? Even gonna think about posting it? Give me your phone, we’re deleting them. This is private.” Maybe Yurio even helped by glaring at people while they deleted the pictures.

Imagine how freaked Yuuri would have been to wake up to those photos the next day. It could have wrecked him. But NONE got out. There’s no way that many people would have respected his privacy without some persuading.

Bonus: Question, who got Yuuri back to his room? Did they call Celistino? Did Victor and Chris take him there? Imagine Victor carrying him back and putting him to bed. Ahhhhh!


2x20 “What Is And What Should Never Be”
God, can you imagine waking up next to him and him sleepily looking at you like in the first gif? :’)



I think Shownu would just get up and lead you back to bed. He would also wrap his strong arms around you to make sure you can’t run away anymore. 


I bet he would be confused at first by seeing you standing somewhere in the middle of the night… With your eyes closed. Just like Shownu he would pick you up and carry you to bed.


Ah, this cutie. Jooheon would be scared. Seeing you standing beside him totally creeps him out. I imagine him not knowing what to do. After a while Joo would slowly lead you back to rest next to him, trying his best not to wake you up. 


He would be a bit lazy to get up from the bed to get you. But after a while he finally convinced his mind. Just like other members, I.M, too wants the best for you. 


I can imagine him getting a little annoyed. It would be the third time of you going somewhere without you even knowing and all he wanted was hugs and some sleep. With you by his side of course.


Same like Jooheon, Minhyuk is scared by your strange actions, after a minute you would be back by his side. He would wait to make sure you are really asleep before falling asleep himself.


This man. He would do anything just to get you to bed. Hyungwon always wanted you to be healthy and get some good night sleep. After getting you back next to him he would kiss your forehead and hug you tightly.  

Sorry for my English it’s not my native language.


Imagine: Being Jared’s daughter and waking him up Christmas morning

You go running into his room at the crack of dawn and jump in bed next to him and refuse to stop hugging and kissing him until he get’s up. Even though he’s excited to see you open the presents he got for you he pretends to still be sleepy so he can get more snuggles.

Ambivalent: JB

when you wake up with him
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You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet, but you could already feel them refusing to do so. Your mind and body began to wake, but your heavy eyelids stayed shut as you buried your face into your pillow.

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Lost Boy

Hiiii Can you do an imagine based on the song Lost Boy by Ruth B? Thank you so much 😁

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Peter slept soundly next to you, and you stroked his blonde locks as you sat up in bed, admiring his sleeping form. Oh, how you loved this boy. He had brought you so much joy and laughter, and there was never a dull moment with him around.   You could not sleep this evening as memories swirled round your mind, so you took a glance at Peter, and slowly slid out of the bed. He stirred, but didn’t wake. You smiled down at him, and softly left the treehouse to go sort your thoughts.

Tonight was the anniversary of the day you came to Neverland, a time you’d never forget. Many years ago, it was a lonely night in your small town, and you walked around aimlessly until the most beautiful boy descended from the sky. He introduced himself as Peter Pan, and he took you by the hand, bringing you to the beach you were now walking upon.

The moon floated high in the sky, and the night was hazy and warm - a good night for a stroll. You reminisced about your best memories of the island. Your mind took you back to running from Captain Hook with the Lost Boys, the hollering and laughter filling your ears as your legs carried you to that night’s campfire, embers rising into the air. Another memory floated to the front of your mind, and you saw Peter on the night you had had your first kiss on this same beach. You chuckled as you recalled how nervous he was, and remembered the warmth of his lips as he pulled you in.

“(Y/N)?” You turned around to the sound of a familiar voice.

“Peter,” you smiled up at him. “Weren’t you asleep?”

“I woke up and you were gone,” he muttered, pushing back hair from your face. “I thought I’d find you here.” His eyes took in you in lazily, and you couldn’t help but drown in the green.

“Walk with me,” you requested. You slipped your hand into his, and he intertwined your fingers. The pair of you ambled casually along the shore, simply enjoying the sound of the waves lapping at the sand. It was a good life, you mused. You had warm nights, and the best of adventures, and Peter…

You looked up at him, taking in his wild brows and the slope of his jaw. How lucky you were to call him yours. Peter took notice of your stare, and smirked, taking an opportunity to swiftly steal a kiss from you. “Thank you,” you blurted. He arched a brow at you.

“For the kiss?”

You chuckled at that. “No,” you began softly. “For bringing me here. I would have never made it to Neverland without you.” He squeezed your hand.

“You’re one of us - a Lost Boy. You belong here.” He pulled you along, and the pair of you walked until the dawn.

Yes, it was a good night for a stroll.

(A/N): Lost Boy by Ruth B is now literally one of my favorite songs!! If you love Peter, then I definitely recommend you listen to it :)

Drunk Confessions Pt. 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7  / Part 8

Your POV

You wake up. Head is throbbing, body weak and shaking. You turn and see Derek next to you. You look down and see both of you only in your under garments. Derek starts to turn and wake up. “What happened last night?” You ask him. He laughs. “We just did a little foreplay.” He responds. Awesome, your first experience and you can’t even remember it. By the feeling of your body you’re guessing you enjoyed it. “Sorry I guess I shouldn’t have given you that many drinks.” He says while stretching. He gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Next time I’ll make sure you remember.” He then gets up walking into the bathroom. You look down and smile. You check your phone for updates. You go onto your twitter and see something strange. You notice you have a couple thousand more followers. You check your mentions and they’re all tagging Derek in as well. You never posted anything so how do they know? You search up the both of your names and a bunch of pictures come up. Pictures of you guys at the island, kissing, hugging, holding hands, everything. That explains it. “Derek have you seen this?” You ask him getting nervous. You don’t know how he’s going to react. He comes over sitting next to you. He starts scrolling through. He shrugs his shoulders. “I wasn’t really trying to keep it a secret.” He says handing your phone back to you then heading back into the bathroom. You smile, happy to know he didn’t want to hide you. You notice you have a DM. How can anyone DM you if you don’t follow them back? You read the message.

That’s really weird. You decide to block them and ignore it. It’s probably just someone trying to scare you. You go to the downstairs bathroom to take a shower. You get out and put some clothes on. You decide not to do your hair or make up. You want to just hang out today. You walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. You’re taken away by a delicious smell. “What is this?” You ask Derek. You see him putting two plates filled with food on the table. He turns around. “I just thought I’d make som- Woah.” He says staring at you wide eyed. You get nervous. “Oh god what?” You say. He starts walking over to you. “I’ve never seen you completely natural before. I love it. You look perfect.” He says putting your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t help but blush. “Thank you.” You respond. “Uhm I made breakfast for us.” He says pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the table, not breaking eye contact. “I can tell it smells amazing.” You say walking passed him to the table sitting down. Scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon. You had no idea he could cook. You enjoyed every second of it. You help clean up by taking his and your plate and washing them off in the sink. You go upstairs to your bag from the trip and pick out an outfit. You take out some black leggings and then decide to take one of Derek’s shirts and put it on. You head back downstairs and meet Derek on the couch. “You look so good in my clothes.” He says picking you up from the waist, you, wrapping your legs around his torso. You guys connect in a kiss. He lays you down on the couch, he on top of you. The kiss turns more passionate. You start to think back to the message you got on twitter. ‘Not as innocent’. You push Derek back. You’re afraid someone is watching you. “What’s wrong?” He asks. You don’t know if you want to tell him. You don’t want to make it seem like you’re going to be threatened by his fans. “I just have to use the bathroom really fast.” You say slipping out from under him. You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. You start talking to yourself. ‘You’re just over reacting. They took a lucky guess. It’s just a jealous fan.’ You convince yourself and go back out. You sit on Derek’s lap straddling him. You give him a kiss where his jaw meets his neck. Causing him to let out a small moan. “You want me to do something you’ll remember this time?” He asks you. You feel excitement take over. You nod your head yes. He gives you a soft kiss on your nose before laying you down under him. His teeth start tugging at the skin on your neck down to your collar bone. Your breathing gets heavier as your body starts wanting more. You feel cold finger tips on the skin at your waist line. They start tracing your nerve endings above the fabric. His body covers more of you as he leaves his lips on your forehead. You feel the hand tight against you as it travels into your pants. You gasp for air when he finds your heat. You haven’t been touched there before so this is a feeling you’re new to. Well you have been last night but you can’t remember. Circles are made causing your chest to rise and fall. “Relax a little bit.” He whispers in your ear. You make eye contact with him. His eyes sparkling with lust. He connects his lips to yours. Slowly he inserts two digits and your kiss is broken by a moan. He smiles and laughs at you, loving your reaction. He grips your neck with his mouth once again. You call out his name, making him go faster and harder seeing you’re close to your breaking point. You feel tingling in your stomach, sweat rising from your skin. You’re eyes close and your breath sharpen. Finally you release. Your breath racing as your body relaxes. Derek puts his full weight on you. Kissing your lips one more time. “How was that?” he asks smiling, knowing he pleased you. “Perfect” You say closing your eyes. You feel his arms travel around under, holding you tight. You find yourself drifting off to sleep.

Derek’s POV

I enjoy pleasuring her. You can see the stress come out of her one breath at a time. I feel her fall asleep under me. I fall too. Moments later I’m woken up by the sound of the doorbell. I sleepily get up and go to the door. I open it and no one is there. I shrug my shoulders and close it. I look down and see a note on the floor. I pick it up. It has “y/n” on it in big black letters. Who knows that she’s here? Why are they sending her letters to my house? This is weird. I wake her up. “Baby, someone left a note for you here.” I tell her. She groans, rubbing her eyes. She sits up, pulling her knees to her chest, she opens it up. I see her eyes open in fear as she reads it. Her hand comes up and covers her mouth. I see tears form in her eyes as she finishes, crumpling up the note and putting it on the couch next to her. “What does it say?” I ask her. She just shakes her head. I pick up the note and open it.

Dear y/n,

So you think you can block me off of Twitter? Guess again. Enjoy his pleasure while you have it. Because you only have a couple more days with it. Stop acting like you’re so “innocent” and “Perfect” you’re not fooling anyone. You might as well start telling him goodbye. He won’t care, like I said he won’t remember you after I’m done. Just like how you forgot me. You really haven’t figured out who I am yet? Don’t worry, you will soon enough. Have fun you worthless slut.

            -Anonymous –

I don’t even know what to think. If they think for a second I’m leaving her, I would never. I pull her onto my lap, her head on my shoulder. She’s crying due to being so afraid. “No one will ever take you from me. Remember the ring I gave you? I will never let anyone hurt you I promise.” I whisper to her trying to calm her down. “How do they know we’re doing things?” She asks. She pulls out her phone and shows me a Twitter DM from this morning. Who is this? Why would someone threaten our relationship? “Come on lets go upstairs” I carry her bridal style up the stairs. I place her on the bed and put the covers over her. She cuddles the blanket. I feel bad that someone is scaring her this bad and I can’t do anything. I close the blinds and cuddle her from behind. She flips over nuzzling her head into my chest. “Do you have any idea who it could be?” I ask her. “No I haven’t even talked to anyone in the past month. I’ve never had bad blood with anyone. I don’t know what this is.” She explains. “Should we call police?” I say thinking it would be the best. “We can’t, they haven’t physically threatened me yet, just our relationship.” She says. She has a point. “We’ll keep an eye out. For now let’s just relax and watch a movie. They might just be bluffing.” I say. You can feel her calm down. This relationship is finally perfect and I will do anything to keep it this way. “I love you y/n” I tell her but she has already passed out in my chest. I play with her hair. I can’t help but worry that whoever this is, could potentially hurt one of us. I start to think of solutions. Anyone who could message her on Twitter, she has to be following. So it has to be someone she followed that changed their entire twitter so she can’t find out who it was. Next they have to know someone in our circle to have been able to know we we’re dating and where I live. Possibly someone we are both friends with. I don’t know anyone who would go to these extremes though. Also stalking us, watching in through my windows? How are they doing that? I text Skate and see if he knows anything.

Damn, I didn’t want Skate coming home but he could help us with this. I head outside to see if I can find anything. I don’t want to leave y/n by herself but I have to see if I can find anybody. I look in my front yard. There isn’t much but I check under our cars, in the mailbox, the bushes. I see nothing. The sides of the house I also see nothing. Looking in the backyard I do see our shed open. I look inside and no one is in there, but they were. I walk around the pool and notice something silver behind the palm tree that leads up to my room. I turn around the corner and see a ladder propped up onto the tree. That’s how they were looking in. I kick it over in anger. I continue searching around my backyard and I don’t find more. I head back inside and take y/n’s phone. I find the user she blocked, on my account. I search through followers, following, pictures and tweets. They’ve deleted all of their tweets and pictures. Their picture and banner are both black. I check their followers, the only thing still normal, and I see that both Sam and Skate follow this account too. So they know who they are. I check their following and it only has two. I check the two and its y/n and I. Why are they obsessed with us? I feel y/n wake up next to me.

Skate’s POV

Whoever is threatening my sister will not get away with it. I’m still recovering from the wreck but as soon as I’m done, they’re dead. I tell Sam we have to go and we start packing. I ask him if he knows anything about it and he doesn’t either. I don’t think my sister has fought with anyone in her life. This person must be a jealous fan trying to seem big. We get to the airport and board the plane. I have my phone on airplane mode the whole way but after we land I turn it off. I notice that I’ve received a text from an unfamiliar number.

My jaw drops. This is clearly the person stalking them. But right now I’m more pissed about the fact they’re doing shit. Clearly Derek convinced her to be alone just so they can fuck. I knew them dating wouldn’t be good. I’m furious. This will not go on any longer. He’s turning my little innocent sister into a whore. Maybe this “Secret” person is him just trying to rub it in my face that he slept with my sister. I need to get to his house NOW.

Thank you guys so much for the support and lovely messages. I will be ending this story soon. I am running out of ideas. But fun fact: I’m meeting Skate and Derek in 9 days and I’m so nervous.

Takeda’s Nightmares and Kenshi’s Advice

Imagine Takeda having a nightmare about Jax attacking him because Jax believes that he got Jacqui pregnant, even though they haven’t even kiss yet. Then he wakes up panicking and Kenshi can hear him from the next room over and starts communicating with him telepathically:

Kenshi: You had a terrible nightmare about Jackson Briggs, son?

Takeda: I thought telepathy only works when we read minds, or used to control objects?!

Kenshi: We can can read dreams too. Take a deep breath and go back to sleep.

Kenshi: One more thing: Let your nightmare be a reminder of the importance of using protection. Goodnight, son.

Takeda: *frowns* Thanks a lot about that, dad..

15 & 16

Request: -Drabble 15??!!!

-can you do #15 please

-I think 15 & 16 will be good together x

-Can you do 15 with Owen please? Thanks!
“Wake up baby.” A soothing voice interrupted your dreams. Not that you minded, after all it was your favorite voice to hear in the mornings.

“Mmm…” You curled into the warm body next to you even more, to tired to speak actual words just yet. You could feel him chuckle softly, kissing your cheek lightly.

“Good morning, Y/n.” He was pestering you now, he probably wanted you to wake up so you two could cuddle. You would have never guessed he would love to cuddle, but he never failed at surprising you.

“Mm? G'morning…” You trailed off, you felt as if you were planning on saying more but in your sleepy faze you forgot within seconds.

“Your so cute when your sleeping, you know?” He shifted his body so he was facing you.

You dug your hand out from underneath the covers and lightly patted what you thought was his forehead. Turns out it was his mouth but never the less. “I’m cute all the time!”

“That you are.” He agreed, moving away strands of hair from your face. You forced your eyes open and squinted up at him for a split second. You admired his messy hair, his green eyes focused on yours and the lazy smile that was placed on his lips.

This is why you loved mornings, you got to wake up to your handsome boyfriend and his loving cuddles and kisses. Everyday’s a good day when you wake up feeling loved.

Imagine if you and Tom were invited to the same party where there was a drinking challenge and you can hold alcohol better than he does. And you get tasked with sending him home, and making sure he’s tucked into bed properly. But then you end up snuggling with him til the next morning. and when he wakes up, even with a hangover, he asks politely, “would you like some breakfast?”

okay but imagine waking up next to a sick luke who’s nose is so stuffed up that he can only breathe out of his mouth and he’s just so exhausted from being on tour. and he’d give you a look and say “babe,” he sniffled. “can you rub my back, and maybe play with my hair?” and his lower lip would jut out slightly. but you would simply smile, and plant a kiss on his nose, not even caring if you’d get sick from it. you’d tug him close and run your fingers through his hair and rub slow circles into his back, maybe hum a little tune in his ear to get him to sleep because you know he’s been so drained from traveling so much. and moments before he’d drift off to sleep again, he’d mumble, “you’re the best. i love you so much, even when i have the plague.” 

anonymous asked:

What if fushimi and yata where lazing around in bed post series2 and its telling yata abt his day and yata just stares at him and stars blushing really hard because wow i really love this asshole and he just hides his face in the pillow, do you think fushimi would figure out? If not what if yata tells him straight he really likes him, than you so mucj for your time and happy new year best of wishes for you!

Aw, stupid dorks in love. Imagine they’re living together and sharing a bed and all, it’s cold and winter and Fushimi likes to burrow under the covers next to Yata once he gets back from work. He gets back late the night before and curls into bed next to Yata without even waking Yata up. So then the next morning Yata wakes up early and there’s Saruhiko fast asleep beside him, face completely peaceful and Yata can’t help just staring at him, maybe reaching out a hand to touch his hair a little or something. Fushimi stirs a little under his touch and kinda unconsciously snuggles in closer, murmuring Yata’s name. Yata’s just all struck with the sudden thought about how much he loves this stupid asshole and his face feels so warm he has to bury it in the pillow a little. Fushimi opens his eyes all blearily and sees Yata hiding his face and asks Yata what his problem is. Yata’s like ‘nothing’ but his face is still red and Fushimi clicks his tongue sleepily, like well whatever and maybe he’s a little irritated because Yata won’t look at him. Yata gives this sheepish laugh and admits that he was just thinking about how much he loves Saruhiko. Fushimi’s eyes widen for just a moment and then he clicks his tongue and looks away, calling Yata an idiot. Yata puts a hand to Fushimi’s cheek and makes Fushimi look at him as he says that he means it. Fushimi’s face gets a definite flush and finally he mutters that he knows that and Yata just laughs again and maybe kisses Fushimi’s forehead while Fushimi fusses a little because he’s super embarrassed and trying not to let Yata see it.

But can you imagine how cute sleepy Michael would be like waking up next to him and he’s hugging his pillow and is shirtless and has messy hair and flushed cheeks and a really deep morning voice and he’d let out the most obnoxious groans when you’d make him get up and he’d try and bribe you into letting him stay by promising to make you breakfast later (even though you both know he won’t) and later coming downstairs in a baggy long sleeved tee and his boxers and cuddling you on the couch during breakfast :))))

But imagine waking up with a rainy day and michael cuddling you still sleeping so then you turn around and just stare at him, look at his features and how perfect he is, how peaceful he looks sleeping. So you start drawing circles on his arm and peck his face so he can wake up in the best way possible. When he opens his eyes he murmurs a “ good morning baby girl ” and you say “ good morning mikey ” and then he gives you a kiss and cuddles you even closer and say “ i’m such a lucky guy because i get to wake up next to you ”