celebrity couches

‘—Kuroo on the armrest of Tsukki’s armchair—’
i drew this while rereading @sturlsons’ jaywalkers series for the 3rd time + wiping tears ,,, no lie dudes i’m in too deep i can’t even see daylight anymore help
The Agreement | Part One | Stiles Stilinski

Author: wittystiles

Title: Part One - The One With The Drunken Plan

Word Count: 3.4k

Characters: Stiles Stilinski / Reader 

Summary: What happens when two adults with successful careers can’t find partners? When their lives are together but they want something more? They find each other. And they make an agreement.

 Warnings: Cursing. 

A/N: Thank you to my wonderful wifey @ellie-bee242 for proofreading and helping me with this. And thank you to any of you who encouraged me to write this. I have the cutest ideas for this, and this story will break my heart. Please enjoy.

Originally posted by emotionallyhighmaintainance

The feeling of her cell phone vibrating against her thigh caused (Y/N) to startle. She had completely zoned out of the world, eyes glued to the television screen in front of her. A new Netflix show had been released, and it just so happened to coincide with this weeks days off. An unexpected occurrence that (Y/N) had decided to celebrate on her couch in pajamas and an overstuffed comforter, with a family sized bag of potato chips dumped into a blue bowl to make herself feel better about wanting to eat the whole bag.

Looking down at her phone, (Y/N) was less than surprised to see a familiar name written above the word ‘iMessage’.

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I Forgot

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by anon

Person A: I’m thinking a spring wedding, or maybe fall, I don’t want it to be to cold though. Person B: Babe we aren’t even engaged Person A: sO THAT’S WHAT I FORGOT TO DO LAST NIGHT With Jason as A?

Your day was off to a terrible start as you were forced to cover for your friend at the coffee shop. The blazing sun made work unbearable as you had to constantly go in and out of the shop for the customers in the outdoor cafe. As the sun began to set, you were finally able to go home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Jason. When you arrived to your apartment, you were mentally preparing yourself for a quiet night in as Jason would most likely be out for his night activities, but you were shocked to find him sprawled out on the couch as you entered the apartment.

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Dark Figures in Dark Places (Langst One-Shot/Drabble?)

Just a little ficlet! More of a drabble really, but its got established shklance and angst! So, I really hope you enjoy just something really quick! It’s a little-lot- poor quality. But I enjoyed writing it! And figured hey! Maybe someone might like it!




               The first time Keith noticed it, it wasn’t a big deal. They were just starting to see each other, the three of them. Lance didn’t know Shiro and Keith like they knew each other, only knowing Keith and Shiro as paladins and classmates at one time. So when Lance startled at them reaching for his shoulder from behind it was normal. The hesitation to take either one of the hands. Or the way he’d jolt when they brushed shoulders and look at them sheepishly. Cheeks burning with embarrassment and other emotions. Keith and Shiro reassuring Lance that it was fine. He was fine for being unused to and a little uncomfortable with physical affection at first. Lance smiled at them and they got used to each other. Lance wouldn’t jump at their sudden appearances, nor would he jolt away from the gentle touches or hand holds anymore.

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Jakob  Chychrun Imagine - Day Off

Request : Could I request a cute Jakob Chychrun one where you guys have a cute lazy day, take cute pics, maybe he makes fun of your shortness and like you compare your hand sizes? and have your first kiss together :) 

this was really fun to write!! keep sending in requests:))

Originally posted by ryanhartman

my eyes opened and a killer headache made its appearance. i let lot a loud groan and looked over to my left at the night stand. the clock shined brightly showing the time as 10:30, jakob should be at practice right now, the apartment is quiet. 

i snuggled closer into the blankets of the bed that jakob let me sleep in and he being the gentleman he is took the couch. after celebrating a big 6-3 win against the capitals we all got carried away with the drinks and that’s how i ended up here with a mega hangover.

the door creaked open and some light came in making my headache worse. “here’s some water and advil for when your ready to get up” jakob gave a shy smile and put the two things on the bed stand next to me. 

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“Now, Y/N, you’re known for being very supportive of your fans,” the host starts off.

You smile. “I try to be. It’s not always easy. You can get some weird things sent to you,” you joke.

“But what is this I hear about you, like, really supporting fanfiction?”

You can tell the host wants you to tell some funny or sweet story about ‘that one time a dying child drew me a picture and I’ll always treasure it’, blah blah blah. But, instead, you just nod. “Yeah?”

The host pauses a second at your lack of response. “Well, not many celebrities feel the same way?”

“Then maybe you should talk to them.” You’re half-serious, so you expand. “I just don’t get why people are so down on fanfiction.” The other celebrities on the couch look at you, baffled. “What, I’m serious! I mean, how can you not admire people who write fanfiction or draw fanart or create animated comics and everything else these guys do? It’s amazing, it’s truly amazing.”

“But why-?”

“Okay,” you move forward on the couch as you get serious, “I think the whole thing for me about fan stuff is that: there’s no reward.” Everyone is even more confused than before. “What I mean is: there are people out there who put dozens or even hundreds of hours and all their blood, sweat and tears into a piece of fan-whatever, be it a fiction, art, comic, music video, and what have you. But at the end of it, there’s no reward. There aren’t any royalties from a fanfiction posted online on a public website. Fanart isn’t displayed in art galleries and sold for millions. Fancomics aren’t published worldwide and sell thousands of copies at $5 each. There’s no incentive, there’s no reward,” you sum up with a shrug.

“These people put their hearts and souls into these works, with no hope of fame, remuneration, or even praise. They do it simply because they want to, because they like to, because they enjoy it. And that is something I truly admire and support. And that’s what I think people don’t get or understand. There is absolutely no upside to being a fan writer or artist – apart from practice and learning how to take criticism – but they still do it anyway. And if you’re someone – not you!” you clarify when the hose looks offended, “Someone who doesn’t appreciate that or even makes fun of those fans, then I don’t want to talk to you.”

When you finish, the audience gives you a standing ovation, and the celebrities and host join in.

You Love Me ft. Gabriel Landeskog

I have never truly fallen in love before.Sure, I had relationships in high school where we casually exchanged I love you’s, but looking back now, Ididn’t understand the weight of those words at 15. Telling someone you love them is not at all casual, it’s quite the opposite really. Three little words are filled with such vulnerability and admitting them out loud can be daunting. It’s not some flippant comment, I love you has a weight like no other.

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You Can Learn to Mambo, but It Takes Two to Tango

Throw me in the recycling because I keep coming back as trash. I’m on a papyton kick and this would get out of my head. ^_^’ (RE-UPLOAD: My spelling sucks. XD)

The kitchen smelled of decent cooking and the skeleton within was as happy as his permanent smile would indicate. Papyrus hummed softly (or as softly as he could) as he gleefully smashed tomatoes into oblivion. His hips swayed to the beat of a fast song. Skeletal legs moved in minute steps to a rather complicated mambo. A timer went off somewhere and one dramatic kneel later, some slightly overcooked noodles were off the burner. Magically propelled brows crinkled in frustration as he made a mental note to cook them a bit less next time. He chose not to dwell and continued stirring the sauce that had been scraped from the wall. Everything was golden when a certain robotic star burst through the door and struck a magnificent pose, raising a proud leg just to add a little something extra. Glitter burst from nowhere as it was declared,

“Papyrus darling, I have arrived.”

Silence hung heavily in the air, and the question on Mettaton’s mind was almost audible. Where was his sugar skull on this wasted, fabulous entry? He made his way over to the kitchen where he smelled pasta before he saw it (there was no way to tell if that was a good sign, or if there was a need to get the fire department… again). He poked his head around the corner to the kitchen where Papyrus was still dancing and humming away. A tender smile streched across Mettaton’s lips as he watched his boyfriend bounce happily to his own music. Bony hands drifted to plates of the same pristine white shade and portions of pasta soon covered their surfaces. Rythmic steps brought them to the table in the next room where they were placed with a neat flourish. Papyrus finished his subconcious number with arms raised and chin to the sky.

Mettaton couldn’t possibly hold in an applause for a performance that fabulous. He clapped enthusiastically and bouced on his heels. The robot loved seeing his favorite skeleton let loose like that and it was nice to him so happy (not like he wasn’t already, but it was still nice). The skeleton’s eye sockets snapped open when he heard the sudden noise (and was that squealing?). A magically fuelled blush crept it’s bright orange way over Papyrus’ cheekbones and he came out of his pose rather embarrassed.

“OH. NYEH-HEHEeehhh… HELLO METTATON. I DID NOT EXPECT YOU THERE. BY WHICH I MEAN I COMPLETELY EXPECTED YOU THERE BECAUSE I OBVIOUSLY KNEW AND NYEH-HEEEEeeeehhh…” The tall skeleton trailed off and rubbed the back of his skull in embarrassment.

“Oh Sugar Skull! Don’t be so nervous, that was beautiful! You seized your personal spotlight perfectly darling!” Mettaton made his way over to his blushing boyfriend and stretched his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.

“R-REALLY? YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS GOOD?” Papyrus questioned, smile broadening if it were at all possible. The celebrity was currently burying him in kisses and decided not to stop as he spoke.

“That…was…marvelous.” Mettaton stated, finally setting the skeleton back on the floor.

“OF COURSE IT WAS! EVERYTHING I DO IS QUITE MARVELOUS FOR YOU SEE, I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” He shouted, hand proudly on his chest. A mysterious wind came from nowhere and flapped his scarlet cape behind him. A few moments passed in a semi-awkward silence.

“I COULD TEACH YOU YOU KNOW. SANS TOLD ME I’M GOOD AT THAT! TEACHING AND MAMBO-ING I MEAN!” He burst out suddenly, grabbing Mettaton’s hands and shaking them in excitement. The metal man raised a questioning eyebrow.


“Wait dear.” The robot cut him off. “You can really…” A nod. “…teach me…” an even bigger nod. “…how to mambo?” a vigerous nod that looked like it hurt a bit. “ And tango?”

“YES!” Papyrus whooped. “YES YES YES! IT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN METTA! AND BESIDES…” The skelton twirled away and struck his signature pose, looking directly into Mettaton’s eyes. “…YOU WOULD PULL IT OFF QUITE WELL, I SHOULD THINK.”

Internal fans whirred to life as Mettaton found himself on one of those rare situations (becoming less rare thanks to Papyrus; was that a smirk?!) where he was absolutely dumbstruck. He closed his mouth that had fallen slightly ajar of its own accord. He dusted something imaginary off his spotless casing and straightened his already impeccable hair.

“Alright then beautiful, where do we start?”

An excited squeel left from between the skeleton’s teeth as he once again grabbed his boyfriend’s hands and half-dragged him into the living room. The floor seemed open enough for dancing (besides one, lone, Post-it note ridden sock).

“FOLLOW MY FOOTSTEPS AND WE CAN MAKE A SPLENEDID PAIR! THEN MINE SHALL NOT BE BONELY…” Papyrus cut off, suddenly realizing what he just said. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. “I BLAME SANS FOR THIS CONUNDRUM. BUT NO MATTER! AS YOU ALWAYS SAY, THE SHOW MUST GO ON!” Mettaton had to stifle a laugh at the other’s freudian slip. Papyrus gave a little “ahem” and the robot was back to paying attention like it was his job; and sometimes, it was.


Papyrus stepped right and gave two quick shakes of his hips before sliding back to standing; he repeated the same move towards his left. Mettaton followed the steady counting and almost had it his first try. This wasn’t too different from his usual, but it was a nice change of pace. Papyrus stopped counting and clapped a little bit, seemingly happy with how the celebrity was doing so far.


Mettaton quirked an eyebrow and smiled mischievously. “Sorry I was a bit distracted by your beautiful legs, sugar skull.”

Red-orange magic flowed into Papyrus’ cheekbones and gave him light blush.“NYEH! THAT IS A PROBLEM AS I CANNOT MAKE MY LEGS ANY LESS BEAUTIFUL!”

“It will be difficult, but I’m sure I can manage.” The starlet said with a little smile. “Shall we continue?”



An hour and a half later, Mettaton knew most of the basic moves and had even come up with a little routine he could do in his next show. Papyrus was impressed.


The smiling robot drew his boyfriend close and nuzzled the side of his skull. “Of course I’m having fun, this is amazing! How could I not have fun with you darling?”


“I haven’t the faintest sugar skull. Although,” The celebrity drawled, pulling away to face the skeleton. “…how great are you sugar skull? I want to see you best dancing. Solo. Spin your favorite track and let loose for me darling!”

The skeleton brother tensed up for a second and put his hands together nervously. “NYEH-HEHEEEeeee…ARE YOU SURE? I MEAN, I MIGHT BE TOO INCREDIBLE O-OR…SOMETHING OF THAT SORT…”

A tender smile graced a magical metal face. “Darling, it’s just me. You just taught me some of the best moves I’ve seen and you do it with such confidence. I want to see how you dance without someone like moi holding you back. Show off your moves and seize that spotlight. I know you can sugar skull!”

Papyrus’ smile became genuine (and broader if it was possible). He struck a triumphant pose, one hand raised and a fist at his side. “NYEH HEH HEH! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE BEEN PERSUADED TO DANCE FOR YOU! DO NOT SPARE MY FEELINGS WITH YOUR CRITICISMS, I CAN TAKE IT.” He put a dramatic hand on his chest. Mettaton’s face scruchned up with a smile as he tried not to giggle.

“I’ll try my best dear.”


Papyrus set the music to play and stood in the middle of the room, lights either off or dimmed to a rich shade of gold. The music started and the sound of a quickly descending trumpet filled the room. The resident skeleton rolled his neck slowly to the music while Mettaton watched intrigued. Slow chords of a violin choir began to play and slowly picked up speed. Papyrus stepped delicately to the beat and picked up a rose from the vase on a forgotten dinner table. He threw the plant into the air and caught it with his teeth. Rhythmic steps brought him back in front of his boyfriend where he knelt and held out a hand. The starlet looked at him surprise for a moment then leaned back, putting his hands behind his head and smirking.

“No sweetie, I want to see you solo.”

Papyrus shook his head. His voice was suddenly very soft and tender. “I can’t dance without a partner, Metta. After all, it takes two to tango, does it not?”

Internal fans kicked into overdrive as Mettaton sat in shock for the second time that evening. Pink magic crept across metal cheeks, making him appear to blush. He gingerly stretched out a hand which Papyrus took and pulled him off the couch. The celebrity was spun against the skeleton’s chest and despite being slightly shorter, the boney brother took the lead.

The tempo was as fast as it was going to get when the robot was spun so his back was to his boyfriend, his steps mirroring those of the skeleton behind him. Papyrus spun him so they were facing each other and dipped them in an almost-kiss. Internal fans struggled to keep up with this much activity, magic, and emotion all at once. They switched so that suddenly Papyrus had knelt to one knee and his skull hovered above Mettaton’s arm and traveled slowly upward. A dramatic chord struck and he stood, pulling away and throwing his arms down. Mettaton’s head snapped back and his hand clapped to his forehead as if about to faint. The skeleton stalked back to Mettaton, taking his hand and spinning him slowly. The starlet hitched a leg around the other’s skeletal body and pulled himself up, giving the other time to catch the celebrity and hold him bridal style. They spun slowly as the music slowed dramatically. Mettaton looked into his boyfriend’s eye sockets and saw nothing but love (and well… nothing) there. It made him just a bit tingly and his blush returned at full force. Pink light from the robot’s soul casing illuminated them both. Papyrus brushed away the bangs that covered the semi-finished side of Mettaton’s head and looked at the black, dimly lit material there.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, known, or had the honor of being around. I’d gladly give up dreams of valor, because as great as I am, you mean more to me.” Papyrus said with a smile as tender as his voice.

Mettaton just about short circuited when heard that. Black oil began to seep from his widened eyes in place of tears.

“I think you’re the only person who has ever said something so genuine to me… sugar skull your fabulousness rivals my own in every way and then some.”

Mettaton gave a watery smile as oil tears continued streaming down his face. Metallic hands traced along the sides of Papyrus’ skull until one finger remained beneath his chin. The music had long since stopped when the celebrity pressed his black-stained lips to skeletal teeth. The skeleton tried his best to kiss back despite having no lips and his boyfriend appreciated the effort. It felt way too short yet lasted for hours. Mettaton shivered as his circuts made static dance between the two.

When they pulled away, Papyrus put the starlet down and stepped away, blushing an orange hue. Mettaton strutted back to the couch and fell on it, back-first with one leg raised.

“Darling, can we sit? You must be tired, yes?”

“O-OF COURSE!” Papyrus said, his voice back to normal volume. He scurried over to the couch where the other had already sat up and was waiting for him. He slumped against the arm of the couch with Mettaton draped onto his lap. A robotic arm extended to give him the remote, which he gladly took and turned on a cooking show. The celebrity had seen it before and knew it was probably his own, but he didn’t want to ruin his boyfriends fun and his lap was comfy (for a skeleton…somehow) so he wasn’t going to complain. They stayed there until Papyrus began falling asleep, Mettaton’s battery was low, and it was well into the night. The duo made their way upstairs where the robot lay down and bid his boyfriend goodnight and fabulous dreams. He plugged himself in and shut down for the night, soul casing still faintly glowing. Papyrus put on his best pajamas and crawled in next to him, snuggling up to the warm metal of his boyfriend’s body. Soon he too, slept soundly. Dinner was completely forgotten on the table downstairs.

You Goofy

Scenario: Jay is on a variety show and meets a quirky girl and Jay becomes interested in her.


Jay’s P.O.V.

Another day of interviews and variety shows. How fun! I know, I know. You might say “Jay you are your own boss. You don’t have to do this.” Well I do. That doesn’t mean I want to though. I gotta promote my company somehow.

This show sucks anyways. They try way too hard to be funny. I just pretend I’m having a great time, but on the inside I’m dying. I don’t think I can handle another half an hour.

Can something excited please happen!?

“Now we would like to introduce you to the new RnB artist who just made her debut two days ago, (Y/N)!” Yelled the MC.

Oh that girl with that catchy song! I’ve never seen her face before. I know that theres an MV but I’ve been to busy to watch it. What if she’s really pretty? No, no Jay! Your smooth you got this. You can get any girl. Oh no! She’s really pretty! Ahh what to do!? STOP STAY CALM! Does everyone else notice how much I’m freaking out? Does it show? Okay I need to put my gangsta face on.

“Hello everyone! My names is (Y/N). I hope you enjoy my music.”

She turns her head and looks at me. Oh god! Were making eye contact! Her eyes are gorgeous.

(Y/N) P.O.V

I’m standing backstage totally nervous. My manager is giving me a whole lecture on how I need to be polite and use my manners and how I need to hide my weirdness. How am I suppose to do that? I can’t control myself. I’m just weird. My mom always calls me Goofy after the big dog from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Thanks mom. I hope that doesn’t get leaked out.

I released my first single two days ago along with an MV. I’ve already gotten so much positive feed back. Of course some negative but I don’t pay attention to that.

I really hope I make a good impression since this is my first variety show. This isn’t my favorite show. Honestly, it sucks, but it’s a start. At least the love of my life is here. Jay Park! Awww his name gives me chills. Thats the main reason why I’m nervous. What if he thinks I am too weird? I would die! But he looks so nice. And he is so handsome!

“Right?” Said my manager.

“What? Oh yeah right.”

“Good! Now go out there and remember tame the urge to act weird.” She said as I walked away.

“I doubt thats possible,” I called back.

“Now we would like to introduce you to the new RnB artist who just made her debut two days ago, (Y/N)!” Yelled the MC.

I walk on stage walking and smiling. I try to not look at him because if I do, I might have a heart attack.

“Hello everyone! My names is (Y/N). I hope you enjoy my music.”

I turn my head and look at Jay in the eyes. Why did I look!? Why is his mouth open and his eyes wide? Either he thinks I’m super hot or super ugly.

“It’s nice to meet you. You are so talented and beautiful. Please sit down next to Jay.”

I take my seat next to Jay and try to look natural. In the corner of my eye I can see he is staring at me. I look at him again and flash smile.

“Jay are you okay? Ever since she came out her you have been staring,” the MC laughed at Jay.

“Oh sorry. I can’t help it. She’s just so beautiful,” he says while looking in my eyes the whole time.

Oh what do I do? Oh bow, I have to bow. Manners, my manager would be proud.

Jay P.O.V.

The show is almost done and every second I like (Y/N) more and more. She is so funny and quirky. She is perfect! She’s beautiful, talented, and funny. I need to ask her out. If I don’t I will regret it forever.

10 minutes later

We all walk off stage saying our thanks and congrats and all that jazz. Then I see (Y/N) heading towards her dressing room.

“Hey wait (Y/N)!”

“Yeah? Whats up?”

“Uh um. Haha,” I nervously chuckle.“ Well I um. Uh gosh”

“ Is Jay Park at a lost for words?” She said jokingly shocked.

“Well of course. Any man at the presence of beautiful women like yourself would be.”

That did it. Shes blushing like crazy!

“Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?”

“Me? Really? You want m- I mean yeah sure.”

“Haha. Cool heres my number and text me when your free. Ill see you around. ”

“Yeah, see you,” She said shyly as she walked into her dressing room and closed her door.

“Yessss!” I whispered to myself so no one could hear.

(Y/N) P.O.V.

I close the door behind me and flop against the couch.

“My celebrity crush just asked me out on a date. Hm. Maybe I like this variety show after all”