going to curl into a ball and go to sleep

  • I relate to the egos all in different ways.
  • Dark: don't talk to me right now, it would be a shame if I accidently ripped your arm off. If it isn't perfectly the way it should be I get annoyed.
  • Google: *Homer Simpson voice* NEEEEEEERRRDD
  • Host: books. Also I talk in the third person unintentionally sometimes.
  • Bim: Plants are beautiful creatures and I love them.
  • Silver: FUCK OFF BAD GUYS *trips over cape*
  • Ed: ......... ((Shit I don't relate to him))
  • KOTS: Squirrels. They beautiful.
  • Yandere: A bit....obsessive about things sometimes.
  • Bing: I want to be cool but fail miserably. Give me the memes.
  • Dr. Iplier: This is going to go bad and here's why--
  • Bonus: Jack's egos
  • Anti: I act like a cat.
  • Schneep: I go one dark tangents sometimes....
  • Chase: *cries self to sleep*
  • Magic Marvin (or Jack the magnificent): Magic is awesome. *tries to do magic trick and blows something up accidentally*
  • Jackaboy Man: I want to defend myself and other but I end up curling in a ball and crying.

Black Hat has been sitting at his desk for hours, filling out paperwork and discussing business with clients. It was almost 3am, and he needed a break. He stood up and stretched, feeling a few joints pop and sighed in relief. Pushing in his chair he decided to tour his grand home and admire the art along the walls. The halls were quiet and dark, it was soothing to him. Walking past Dementia’s room he could hear soft snoring, but Flug’s room was quiet. He cracked open the door to find the room empty. ‘That fool is still in the lab!’ He thought to himself before storming off.

The doors to the lab swung open and Black Hat stood there, furious. Flug jumped up and squeaked in alarm, not expecting his boss to be up at this hour. “Uh, Jefectio! W-what are y-you doing up this early?” Flug asked, his body trembling in fear. “I should be asking you the same thing, Flug. You humans need sleep in order to function, get to bed, NOW!” Flug gulped, “I-I can’t, sir…” Black Hat stomped over to his desk and slammed his hand onto it, leaning forward and grabbing Flug by the shirt. “What do you mean you can’t?” “W-well, I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t, so I came back to finish the device you wanted, a-and-” He pauses, and Black Hat looks at the desk to see the device fully finished, and a new project started. “Flug, you finished it already, you idiot! Why aren’t you in your bed!?” He growls and tightens his grip. “Oh, well, I still couldn’t relax, s-so I started something simple to try to calm my nerves…” Black Hat loosens his grip. Flug needed to relax. He let’s Flug go and stands up straight.

“Yes, Jefe?”
“Come with me.”

Black Hat leaves the lab and walks down the hall, Flug following close behind him. They turn a few halls before Flug realizes where they were headed. He immediately gets nervous, certain thoughts running through his head. Black Hat stands in front of two massive doors, opening them to reveal his own bedroom. Flug had never seen his bedroom before, and he certainly hadn’t seen a bedroom so big. There were large decorated drapes covering the windows, slightly drawn to let in the moonlight. The bed itself was gigantic, especially considering the fact that Black Hat didn’t need to sleep. The whole room had a Gothic feel to it, covered in couches, rugs and candles.

“Come along, Flug, don’t just stand there.” Flug snapped out of his daze to see Black Hat already in the room, sitting in a chair next to the bed. He sheepishly shuffled in, the door slamming shut behind him. There was no turning back at this point.

Now there he was, standing in his boss’s bedroom, at night, with the only light source being the moonlight creeping in from the windows. Black Hat gestured to the bed and Flug swallowed hard. His mind was racing, tons of thoughts going through his head at once, making him dizzy. He hesitantly obeyed, walking to the large bed and sitting down at the edge. Black Hat groaned, standing up and shoving Flug onto the bed before putting the blanket over him.

“Jefe? What are you doing?”
“You are going to sleep, Flug, that is an order.”

Flug shifted in the bed, slightly uncomfortable with everything going on. After realizing the reason he was brought here he sighed in relief, knowing Black Hat just wanted him to sleep. The bed felt even bigger than it looked, as he was laying there all alone.


Black Hat stood at the foot at the bed, watching him.

“Yes, Flug?”

“I-I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep…”
“And why is that?”

Black Hat growled slightly, and Flug curled up into a ball under the blanket, whimpering to himself. Black Hat sighed, boy did he look pathetic. Flug looked at the floor, slightly embarrassed.

“N-no reason…”

Flug could feel Black Hat’s eyes burning into him, and he could feel Black Hat silently judging him. He felt helpless and vulnerable.

Black Hat realized what Flug wanted and mentally gagged, but if it would make Flug sleep… it might not be so bad. He sat on the edge of the bed before scooting over and sneaking under the blanket, laying behind Flug, spooning him. He felt a jolt go through Flug’s body and heard a yelp of suprise.

“Sir?! What are you doing?!”

Black Hat didn’t answer, burying his face into Flug’s shoulder and letting out a huff. He could feel that Flug was very tense, but knew that by human nature he’d eventually relax and become calm. Flug felt warm, and it felt… nice? Pulling the man closer he wrapped his arms around Flug’s waist, hooking their legs together.

Flug could feel his cool breath on his neck, and he was surprised at how cold his boss felt. He was very confused, but enjoyed having someone so close, despite the fact that it was some satanic being of a species he probably wouldn’t even be able to comprehend.

After laying there for a few minutes Flug relaxed, letting his muscles go to jelly and sinking into the bed. He felt very drowsy and his eyelids grew heavy. Letting out a sigh, he began to drift off, letting sleep overtake his mind.

Black Hat felt Flug’s breathing slow, and knew he had fallen asleep. He smiled to himself triumphantly, before realizing he would have to leave. He absolutely hated to admit it, but he… enjoys the cuddling. His neck snapped back and he shook his head, trying to clear his mind of such thought. ‘No! You are Black Hat! You can’t enjoy something as feeble as cuddling. That’s too… cute. It would absolutely ruin your image!’ He thought to himself angrily, unknowing to himself he had pulled Flug even closer. Looking down at Flug’s sleeping form he swore at himself; he shouldn’t find something this cute. Especially if that something is a human.

With a sigh he rested his chin on Flug’s shoulder, eyeing him lazily. His kind didn’t need sleep, but was still capable of it. He’d never wanted to do it until now. With a groan he decided his work could wait till morning and laid his head on the pillow, closing his one good eye. He let himself relax and he drifted off to sleep, still holding on to Flug’s form.

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Comatose-Chapter 4

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Song: What Now by Rhianna

Been ignoring this big lump in my throat

I shouldn’t be crying, tears were for the weaker

days I’m stronger, know what, so I say

That’s something missing

Sliding down the wall outside the compound, breath coming out in short sharp pants, your eyes are wild with panic. You’re mumbling incoherently, trying your best to reign in your fraying sanity.

“(Y/N), sweetheart, look at me.” Logan’s voice punches through the panic. “Focus on me,” he says as your gaze snaps to his. “Take a deep breath.”

You do as he asks.

“Find your anchor.”

You reach inside yourself, searching for something to root you in reality. Anything would do at this point, a memory snaps into focus;

“(Y/N)” Charles says, “Your power is yours to control.” He draws soothing circles on your back, helping you focus. “You control the power, it does not control you,” he continues. “You are stronger than your emotions, you are not weak, it cannot break you.”

“Brother,” you whisper. “I am afraid.”

“I know, and that is where your power lies.” A wide smile spreading across his face

Whatever it is, it feels like it’s laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror

Whatever it is, it’s just sitting there laughing at me

And I just wanna scream

Your breathing slowly calms, vision coming back into focus. Searching for Logan’s hand, using it to anchor yourself back in the present. “Logan,” your  voice croaks.

“I’m right here. Not going anywhere.”

Relief floods through you. He isn’t going to leave you, not again. Not like last time.

“Are you alrigh’ now? Do you need another minute?” Concern laces Logan’s tone.

“No,” you reply shakily. “No, I’m okay now. Take me home please.”

You’re exhausted, struggling to make sense of the last few days. You want to curl into a ball and cry, bury your head beneath the covers and sleep away the pain filling your soul. You need time to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, and you haven’t a clue how to fix this. To fix yourself. You want to run, far far away, where no one knows you or Bucky. You need to outrun the pain, the fear, the thisness of what you are feeling. But there’s nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, no way to escape without shutting it all off.

“Alrigh’, sweetheart. Let’s get ya home.” Logan hauls you to your feet, but you completely miss the concerned way he keeps glancing at you.

There’s no one to call cause I’m just playing games with them all

The more I swear I’m happy, the more that I’m feeling alone

‘Cause I spent every hour just going through the motions

I can’t even get the emotions to come out

Dry as a bone, but I just wanna shout

When you get home, Logan strips you down and ushers you toward the shower.

You’re comatose.

Numb. A walking zombie. You couldn’t care less about your surroundings.

“In ya go,” he grumbles as he maneuvers you under the spray. “You’ll feel better after a shower. Yell or somethin’  when you’re done,” he huffs and exits the bathroom.

He’d stripped you naked, placed you beneath the water, and you hadn’t even noticed. Staring blankly at the tiled shower wall, you will yourself to feel something – anything – but there’s a barrier keeping the emotion out. You can’t get through. You scratch and claw at your mind, but nothing is coming out. Your dry as a bone, nothing left to give. You can’t even cry.

What’s happening to me? you wonder as you sink to the floor. Why can’t I feel anything? Especially as the pain had been so strong, so present, less than an hour ago.

Time passed, the water ran cold, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You don’t know how long you have been sitting there, shivering in the shower, until an angry Logan hauls you out and wraps you in an oversized towel. He rubs you down so viciously, he nearly takes a layer of skin off. Still, you feel nothing.  

“Dammit, (Y/N)! You’re gonna catch your death pulling shit like this!” he admonishes you, a roughness to his voice that barely pierces your veil of numbness. Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head he snaps, “What were ya thinking?”

You don’t answer, content to stare blankly at him.

He mutters a quick, “Fuck!” as he picks you up and carries you to the unmade bed. Dumping  you -unceremoniously on top of its unmade surface, he pulls the covers to your chin and tucks you in, distractedly kissing the top of your head.

“Sleep. Things will look better in the morning,” he tells you and you nod absently.   

“Logan,” you call, and he turns to face you. “Thank you,” you say. He nods gruffly and leaves, closing the door. You lay there, broken and hollowed out, for what feels like days when you hear Logan making a call.

“Professor,” he rumbles. “She ain’t okay. She’s retreated into herself, and she ain’t snapping out of it.” He sounds panicked. Most likely thinking about Jean and how she had done the same before he’d been forced to ‘save’ her from herself. “I dunno what to do.” He listens intently for a few seconds, before finally grumbling, “Yeah, I’ll try. See ya in a few days.”

The silence that follows is suffocating, spreading through you, threatening to break the final threads of your sanity.

Logan clicks open the door and sighs when he sees you curled on your side, facing away from him. There is the sound of cotton rustling, his shirt coming off, and a clank when his belt buckle follows taking his pants to the floor. He climbs in behind you, pulling you into him by the waist, and tucks his knees into the back of yours. The coarse hair on his legs tickles, while the heat of his skin makes you sigh.

Burying his head in the crook of your neck, nose brushing along your skin, he growls a deep, content sound,  and your entire body relaxes.

What now? I just can’t figure it out

What now? I guess I’ll just wait it out

What now? Somebody tell me

What now?

Basking in the familiarity that is The Wolverine, you breath in his woodsy scent and pull his arms tighter around you. Safe. It’s the last thing you think as you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. I’m safe.

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Diabolik lovers ‘’5th Anniversary book ‘’ [Shin’s interview] ~translation|traducción~

Thanks to @the-precious-sugar-chan and @diabolik-secret for having helped me with the translation <3

  • 1. Right now, what is your favorite thing?

I recently bought a punchbag.
By using it I came to the conclusion that it helps me to low my stress, I like it pretty much.

  • 2. What kind of fashion are you into lately?

I don’t know much about fashion, but I like clothes that feel good to the touch.
But I don’t like bad quality furs. [His tail is an accessory snkjasdKDSKJL]
I also like chain accesories. Don’t you think the little details look great?

  • 3. What habits do you have that you’ll do without realizing?

Habit, huh… When I’m transformed into a wolf and I see a ball rolling my eyes unconsciously can’t stop following it

  • 4. How do you spend your days-off?

I spend most of my time in the Bandemium. Sometimes I take my wolfs for a  walk… I’m going to buy some things that Nii-san orders me, or sometimes I go out.

  • 5. What do you wear to sleep?

Nothing but the usual, and I always sleep on my side…
But when I sleep curled up turned into wolf is much better… …
Mm? Why are you making that face? … …!
Wait a minute, what are you misunderstanding!
It’s not like I always sleep curled up in my wolf form!

  • 6. What do you definitely do before sleeping?

I’m not very aware of what I do before I go to sleep. Maybe something I always do is brushing my teeth. It feels disgusting going to sleep without brushing your teeth, doesn’t it? I think anybody thinks the same way I do… It has become a habit.

  • 7. What part of your body you like the best?

There’s nothing to be ashamed of in a founder’s body, I think? I have to take great care of my own body. As for the person who is not here, when I look at him I feel that he doesn’t really care about his body.

  • 8. What do you like the most of your room?

Simple bedrooms are the best! But It can’t be helped that the room is a mess. You also don’t want to spend time in that room, don’t you?

  • 9. Tell us one memorable impression that you have of your brothers.

A memory of Nii-san… huh. Mmm … if it’s about a memory, I think it was the first time I practiced with the sword with Nii-san.
The fact that Nii-san was my opponent made me very happy, it was pretty funny.

  • 10. What you think of KarlHeinz?

I hate him. He is the enemy of us founders. Such a thing like a vampire has punished to a founder… he’s an outrageous guy.

  • 11. Where would you go on a date?

Probably she will be happy being taken to a place with a good atmosphere.
Where there is a beautiful night view… like… A theme park? Women really like those things.

  • 12. What does a girl do to make your heart skip a beat?

Something she does, um …Thinking about it… Mmm, it’s a very subtle thing, but I don’t hate it when she says “thank you”.

  • 13. How does her blood taste?

Ahh~… I did not want to drink her blood when it was contaminated by vampires… Just remembering it disgusts me…
But I don’t dislike it after having purified it. Since it is the blood of a noble founder, after all.

  • 14. From which body part do you like to suck her blood?

From her calf. When I drink from that place I can see very well her pained face.
I can hold her legs when she squirms. Drinking from that place is really fun, you know?

  • 15. What does her existence mean to you?

I carry the pride of the Founders. That’s why I thought using her for the sake of restoring the clan would be fine. But now… I just want that stupid and softhearted woman to stay by my side.

español abajo del corte mamu~

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Alec always enjoyed a good sleep. He was going to bed relatively early and then he was up also rather early to get the most out of his day. His work as a photographer allowed him to schedule his day however he wanted, yet he always stuck to his pattern. Some people might think he was boring, but Alec liked this way of life.

And there he was, waking up in the middle of the night. His ringing phone rudely interrupting his sleep. He found it on his nightstand and noticed Catarina’s name. He answered immediately.

“Cat? Is everything okay with Magnus?” he asked worried.

Alec could hear the loud music of the club. Magnus, his best friend, enjoyed a good party and was often going out with his friends from college, Ragnor and Catarina. Alec rarely joined them, he wasn’t a big fan of very crowded places. He was never a good dancer either.

“Oh he’s fine, maybe a bit too drunk to walk straight,” Cat replied with a laugh. “I’d put him in a taxi, but I’m afraid he might just fall asleep there and a taxi driver probably wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Say no more,” Alec was already out of his bed and putting some clothes on. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

Pandemonium was one of Magnus’ favourite clubs so Alec had no problems with getting there. He went there with Magnus and their friends couple of times, but in the end he spent most of his time in the booth, drinking his beer and observing Magnus.

And what a view it was. Magnus definitely knew how to dance. His body was reacting to music so easily and effortlessly. Sometimes Alec wished he could find the courage and join him on the dancefloor, even if he sucked at it. But he knew he would never do that. Not only was Magnus his best friend, he was also his flatmate. If Magnus knew how Alec really felt about him, everything would be destroyed.

Alec reached the Pandemonium in 15 minutes. He noticed Cat and Ragnor almost immediately, both of them were helping Magnus to stand. It wasn’t an easy job because Magnus was trying very hard to tell them something and he was using his hands a lot to explain everything.

“Alec!” Cat shouted and waved her arm to get his attention.

He ran to the group and stood in front of Magnus. He cupped his face and Magnus’ hazy eyes focused on him. Alec was met with the most beautiful smile.

Magnus looked absolutely stunning. Even when his makeup was smudged a little bit and his hair was already a mess, he always looked perfect in Alec’s eyes.

“Alexander, my dear!” Magnus shouted and threw his arms around Alec’s neck. “I’m so glad you’ve decided to join us. It was getting rather boring with these two,” he said, pointing at his friends.

Cat shook her head while Ragnor facepalmed. Alec tried really hard not to snort.

“I’ve actually come to take you home, it’s late,” Alec untangled himself from his best friend’s embrace, trying not to forget how to breathe because Magnus’ perfume smelt divine.

“Oh don’t be such a buzzkill,” Magnus pouted like a child.

“Come on, Magnus,” Alec put an arm around Magnus’ waist, “Chairman Meow has missed you.”

“Of course he has,” Magnus seemed to be pleased with this reason. “See you later, losers!” he said goodbye to his friends.

Alec’s taxi was still waiting for him. He knew it might be hard to find one at this time of the night in front of a club, especially on Friday.

He helped Magnus go inside and then followed him. He gave the taxi driver instructions while Magnus made himself comfortable in the backseat. He curled his whole body into a big ball and put his head on Alec’s lap.

Alec was surprised at first, but even though, he couldn’t help but smile. He put his hand into Magnus’ ruined hair and started playing with it. Magnus fell asleep in seconds.

“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty,” Alec said quietly when they reached their address.

Magnus sat up and rubbed his eyes adorably, smudging his makeup even further. “What’s going on?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“You were partying and now we’re home, come on,” Alec got out of the taxi and then helped Magnus.

They were both living in a loft in Brooklyn. Magnus loved that there was so much space and that he could redecorate all the time. Alec loved the view from the balcony. It was a perfect place.

Alec helped Magnus get into his bedroom. He had taken Magnus’ shoes off and managed to take his shirt off before Magnus collapsed on his bed. Alec tried not to stare at Magnus’ huge arms and his glorious abs.

He went quickly to the kitchen and brought a glass of water.

“Drink this,” he said in a whisper, somehow speaking loud during the night didn’t feel right.

“Thank you, Alexander,” Magnus said after finishing drinking his water.

“That’s okay, what are best friends for,” Alec replied when he took the glass.

“We’re not just friends, and you know it,” Magnus added and then passed out.

Excuse me, what? Did he just say that? Did Magnus say they were more than friends? But how? Clearly he wasn’t thinking. Magnus was drunk, he didn’t mean it. He probably wouldn’t even remember it in the morning.

Alec knew he wouldn’t be able to forget about it, though. He was still kneeling next to Magnus’ bed, where he was putting a blanket on Magnus. He was looking at Magnus, waiting for him to wake up and say that he was joking. Or anything really. Because Alec was in too much shock.

He went to his bedroom and tried to get couple hours of more sleep but Magnus’ words were too alive in his mind.

Around 7am he gave up on sleeping and went to the kitchen and made some coffee. Alec was trying to figure out what Magnus meant. What did he mean by they weren’t just friends. It shouldn’t be complicated, yet Alec’s mind was providing him with a million theories.

“Morning,” he heard a hoarse voice behind him. “I’m so thirsty,” Magnus pulled a glass out of the cupboard, poured some water and drank it immediately. “I’m never drinking again.”

Alec had so many questions but he also didn’t want to bring back the subject. Izzy would probably say he was a chicken.

“You should take some aspirin, your head must be killing you,” he said instead and took a sip of his now cold coffee.

“So what happened last night?” Magnus asked.

Of course he didn’t remember.

“You were partying with Catarina and Ragnor, you drank too much. Cat called me and asked to bring you back home. That’s basically it,” Alec answered, not even looking at Magnus.

He knew he was a shit liar so he had to hide it somehow.

“And nothing else happened?” Magnus tilted his head, he was holding a cup of coffee now.


Magnus sighed. Loudly. Alec raised his head and finally met his eyes.

“So you’re just going to pretend I haven’t said what I said, okay,” Magnus took a sip of his coffee while still looking at Alec.

“You said many things.”

Magnus sighed again. “You know what I mean.”

And no, Alec definitely didn’t know what he meant. He had never been more confused in his life before. Thank you very much.

“You’re gonna make me spell it out for you?” Magnus took a step towards him. He was standing on the other side of the breakfast bar. “I like you, Alexander,” he said simply. And yet there was nothing simple about it.

Alec almost choked on his coffee. “You what?”

Magnus smiled and put his hand on Alec’s. “How are you the only one who still hasn’t figured it out? Unless you have and I’d completely misread the situation and you don’t feel the same way.”


Great job, Alec. Fantastic communication skills.

“I mean, I- I have no idea what to say.”

Magnus lowered his head and took his hand off. “Oh.”

“No, it’s not that!” Alec almost shouted in a completely quiet kitchen. “I’ve just- I’ve never thought you would like me more than a friend.”

“Darling, how could you think that way? You are an amazing person. You are supportive, talented, you would do anything for your family and friends. You’re someone that I can always count on, you’ve always been there for me. And honestly, have you looked in the mirror recently?”

Alec chuckled because that was better than blushing. “But you’re- you’re perfect.”

Magnus walked around the breakfast bar and stood in front of Alec. He stood between his legs and Alec forgot how breathe. Magnus cupped his cheek and caressed it with his thumb.

“I’m far away from perfect,” he said and closed the distance between them.

Feeling Magnus’ lips on his own was something that Alec could never forget. Their first kiss was hesitant at first but it was saying so many things. It was a promise of more to come. It was a silent promise that they both made, they could be together and take care of each other. It was happiness.

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“Attention! Attention! May we have your attention please?” Fred, George and Lee were standing on an improvised stage in the three broomsticks. The pub was filled with busy chatting students, but now they were quieting down.

“My dear fellow humans.” Stated Fred. “Today has been a wonderful day, with one exception.” He looked around the crowd with a cheeky grin on his face.

“That one exception being the tragic disappearance of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who have somehow managed to get lost on their way here. Now I don’t think that they mean lost in the traditional sense, after all who hasn’t lost themself in those eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad?” And George shot a meaningful look at his sister, who sat curled up with Luna near the fire.

“Oi! Don’t look at me! I never wrote that!” Shouted Ginny, offended.

“You didn’t?” Asked George surprised.

“No, I didn’t. I am not the one here who made up a song about Ronald’s keeper qualities, now, am I?”

Right at that moment the door of the pub opened to reveal a slightly flustered and out of breath Harry and Draco, who were very openly holding hands.

“Potter..?” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear. “Why is everybody staring at us?”

“I don’t know.” Whispered Harry back. “But I have the idea it might be because we’re holding hands.”

Draco gave himself a mental slap in the face. He hated missing the obvious.

“Ha! Gay!” Shouted Seamus, as he held up his own hand to reveal Dean was holding it. His words broke the silence and a storm of buzz went through the students. Ron was gaping at Harry with a flabbergasted look on his face, while Hermione gave him a knowing smile. Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly that she knew, but he was glad to see her being happy nonetheless.

He had turned it into his personal mission to make as many people happy as possible after the war. Starting by breaking up with Ginny because she and Luna worked way better, followed by his blessing of Ron and Hermione, even if their frequent snogging made him feel left out. Draco had originally not been on his list, but after their quite fun afternoon Harry felt himself willing to add him. Draco might even be able to make Harry himself happy, if Merlin allowed it.

“Classy people you Gryffindors.” Draco straightened his back, he wasn’t going to let people in on how nervous he actually felt, standing here hand in hand with Harry while half the student body stared at them.

“Well! It seems like our last couple has finally decided to bless us with their presence! There’s still a spot free for the two of you near our other pair of fresh lovebirds.” And Lee indicated towards Dean and Seamus.

“We’re not together Jordan. Don’t be absurd.” Draco didn’t sound like he meant it though.

“It’s best to just go with it Malfoy. They won’t let us live it down anyway.” Whispered Harry in his ear. Draco wasn’t sure what he thought of Harry’s face so close to his, but decided now was not the time to figure it out.

Lee and the twins continued their speech while Harry and Draco made their way to Dean and Seamus. “What happened to you?” Asked Harry, pointing at the sling around Seamus’ neck which held his wounded arm.

“Fell of the bed during rough sex?”

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Request: Hi Tori, I don’t really know how are you right now but I hope you’re good and I hope everything is okay. I really love your writing and your account and I just hope, if you still want to do this of course, that you’ll be back soon. Also I just thought of a cute idea. So maybe the whole team went on a camping trip somewhere and they all knew that Bucky and the reader have feelings for each other so they decided to put them in one tent? And just a lot of fluff? I hope everything’s okay. Love ya!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: f l u f f

A/N: There’s this guy that likes me but I don’t like him in that way and I told him that I only like him as a friend but he keeps sending me cute texts and shit and it makes me really uncomfortable bc I just wanna be his friend

You couldn’t believe it. Staring at Wanda and Natasha, you give them a hard look.

“Can I talk to you two alone?” you say.

Bucky licks his lips. “Yeah, I need to talk to you guys too.” he gestures over to the guys.

You guide Wanda and Nat away from the boys and once you were at a decent distance you spun around, glaring at your friends. “What the fuck were you guys thinking?”

“Calm down, Y/N.” Nat sighed dramatically.

“Yeah, it’s not that big of a deal.” Wanda shrugged.

You scoff. “Not that big of a deal? You’re joking right?”

“We were tired of you two constantly flirting with each other around the tower so we took matters into our own hands.” Nat explained and you roll your eyes.

“We did not flirt.”

Wanda lets out a laugh. “Yeah you guys did. So much to the point where I wanted to bang my head against the wall.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s only for like, three days Y/N, it’s not like you’re gonna move in with the guy.” Nat rolled her eyes and you glare at her.

“Are you guys insane!?” Bucky shouted once you were far enough.

“We didn’t do anything wrong.” Sam smirked and Bucky was so close to punching the smug son of a bitch.

“Oh yeah? How ‘bout putting me in a tent with Y/N!” he fumed.

“Oh, did we - did we do that?” Tony placed his hand over his chest and pouted. “We had no idea.”

Bucky glared at him.

“Bucky listen,” Steve started. “Natasha and Wanda are sharing a tent and me and Tony are.”

“Well what about Sam? He gets a whole tent to himself?” the super soldier huffed.

“I got this sleeping disorder called ‘I don’t want to share a tent with Bucky Barnes’. It’s hard to sleep sometimes.” Sam shrugged and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Well why doesn’t Tony share a tent with Sam and I can bunk with you, Steve? Hell, I’ll even take Tony!”

Sam put on a fake frown. “Mmm, nope. I have this other disorder called ‘I’m a lone wolf and I don’t share a tent with anyone’. It’s pretty tragic.”

Bucky groaned.

“Sorry Buck, looks like you’re just gonna have to share a tent with Y/N.” Steve says, a smirk playing on his lips.

Tony perked up. “Oh my god, you like her! I almost forgot that! Remember guys, Bucky likes Y/N.”

Bucky knew damn well what these idiots were up to.

“Oh yeah!” Sam exclaimed.

“How could I forget such a thing.” Steve shook his head.

“What a coincidence that you two will be sleeping next to each other for three days.” Tony smiled.

Bucky glared. “You guys are assholes, you know that?”

Tony shrugged with a smile on his lips. “It’s in my genes.”

Sam, Tony and Steve look over Bucky’s shoulder, seeing that you and the girls were walking back. Sam pats the brunette on the back. “Have fun dude.” and with that, they left.

“Hey, the three of us are gonna go out and get some wood for the fire tonight.” Steve spoke towards you and the girls.

“I’ll come!” Bucky volunteered.

“No need, we’ve got this under control.” Steve smiled at his friend.

Natasha and Wanda looked at you then at Bucky before rushing over to the guys. “We’ll come with you.”

“For uh.. Moral support.” Wanda added.

“Sounds good to me.” Steve smiled. “Buck, you and Y/N stay here and watch over our camp. We’ll be back soon.”

There was no point in arguing with Steve so the two of you watched them walk off up until you couldn’t see them anymore. They had planned this all along.

There was no doubt that you and Bucky had feelings for each other and the whole team could see that. You both made it quite obvious. But over time they got tired of the flirting back and forth and since neither of you were going to tell the other how you feel, they decided that they’d take matters into their own hands and help you guys. Hence why you two are sharing a tent.

“So..” Bucky dragged the word out as he turned to you. “How’ve you been?”

He mentally slapped himself for asking such a stupid question.

“Good, good.” you nod. “You?”

“Good.” he says. There was a brief moment of silence before he turned to you. “They set this up, didn’t they?”

“No doubt.”

It had become dark quick and all of you were gathered around the campfire, laughing, talking, telling stories - it was great. But, soon that all came to an end when everyone decided to go to sleep.

“We’re going to the lake tomorrow so everyone needs to get their beauty sleep.” Tony announced then gave both you and Bucky a look. “And no fooling around. We can hear everything.”

You and Bucky blush while the others laugh. Bucky picks up a stick and throws it at Tony, muttering something under his breath about him being a dick. After watching the fire go out, everyone went to their tents and upon entering yours, you spot an air mattress blown up in the middle of it.

“Did you do this?” you ask, turning to face Bucky.

“Yeah, thought I’d put it in here so that our backs won’t hurt tomorrow from sleeping on the hard ground.” he shrugged, zipping up the tent.

“Oh thank god.” you breathe. “You’re a life saver.”

Bucky laughed and plopped down on the air mattress.

“Do the others have one too?” you inquired.

“No - Well Sam does. We only brought two and we all had to rock, paper, scissor it to see who would get them. Sam and I won.”  he explained. You nod and dig through your bag, searching for some comfortable yet warm pajamas. Even though it was midway through summer, it was pretty cold during the night. After finding some sweats and scolding yourself for not bringing a long sleeve, you turn to Bucky.

“Could you..” you trail off and he nods, covering his eyes. Once you were done changing you tell him it’s okay to look before laying down next to him, quickly covering yourself to get warm.

You watch Bucky stand up and remove his shirt all while looking at him like he’s gone crazy. “What are you doing?”

He looks up at you. “Getting undressed to go to sleep?” he answers as a question.

“Aren’t you freezing?” you curl up in a ball, bringing the blankets closer to you.

Bucky laughs. “I never get cold, doll. I was injected with the serum, remember? They didn’t call me The Winter Soldier for nothin’.”

He chuckled at his own lame joke and you playfully roll your eyes. His hands then go down to the button of his jeans and he looks at you. “Are you okay with me sleeping in my boxers? Cause if not I can find some sweats to wear.”

You wave your hand. “Nah, it’s cool.”

Bucky smiles before pulling his pants down and tossing them towards his bag. He crawls into the blankets and gets comfortable before sighing.

“You know,” he starts off. “I hope this isn’t weird or anything - Us sharing a tent.”

You turn your head to him. “It’s not.”

“Good, cause for a second I thought-”

“I’m trying to sleep here.” Sam’s voice interrupted him and you almost forgot that everyone could hear you guys talking.

“Don’t try just do, lone wolf.” Bucky replied, Causing Tony and Steve to laugh.

After the laughter died down, it went silent and not long after soft snores could be heard from the others. You turn on your side, facing away from Bucky and trying to sleep but it was so damn cold. You hadn’t realized you were shivering until Bucky tapped you on the shoulder, causing you to turn around.

“Hey..” he whispered. “Did I wake you?”

“No.” you respond, your head almost all the way under the blankets. “I was still awake.”

“You were shivering - Are you cold?” he asked, his face illuminated by the light of the full moon outside.

“Yeah. Sorry if I woke you up.” you apologize.

“You didn’t.” he says. “Do you want to.. Um.. Do you want to - I have a lot of body heat so if you want to-”

You scoot closer to Bucky, laying your head on his chest and entwining your legs with his. He wasn’t kidding, he’s so warm. Bucky let out a sigh of relief and wrapped his arm around you, loving how close the two of you were before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning Bucky woke up to giggles. Opening his eyes, the first thing he sees was you laying on top of him, his arm lazily wrapped around your body. You must have shifted on top of him while sleeping. Smiling at how gorgeous you looked while sleeping, he almost forgot about the giggles until he heard it again. His eyes shot up at the entrance of the tent, noticing it was now open and everyone was standing there, gawking at the two of you.

A flash of a camera took Bucky by surprise and Tony smiled. “These are getting printed out and going on the fridge.”

“What the hell?” Bucky groaned, glaring at everyone.

“This is so cute.” Wanda comments, Nat nodding her head in agreement.

“Shut up, you guys are gonna wake up-”

Bucky didn’t have time to finish because you had started to wake up.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty.”  Sam chuckled. “Sleep well?”

You look at where you were laying and close your eyes. “Oh god I’m sorry Bucky, you were just so warm and I was so cold and-”

“It’s fine, doll.” he smiled, hand rubbing your back. While continuing his actions he shot everyone a glare. “Get out.”

They obliged and leave, closing up the tent and announcing that they’ll start on breakfast. You plop back down on Bucky, pulling the covers up and closing your eyes.

“Come on, doll. We have to get up.” Bucky laughed.

“Five more minutes.” you murmur.

Bucky smiled at you and hums. He was okay with five more minutes of you on him.

A/N: Didn’t know how to end this lol oops. Anyways I just had some bomb ass tacos. I love tacos. o k a y y y y y tell me what ya think! :)


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Will edit in the morninggggg

just some //fluffy// au's

• married!phan with kids, waking up in the middle of the night to cuddle a crying baby, one of them telling the other, “no, don’t worry babe, i’ll get it, go back to sleep. you’re working too hard.”

• phil waking up early, going out before dan wakes up to go to a pet store. he wakes dan up when he gets home by kissing his cheeks until he opens his eyes, shoving the new puppy in his face, its collar jingling. “happy anniversary, dan.”

• feminine!dan getting bullied at school, shoved against a wall with kids closing in on him. he curls into a ball on the floor, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for it all to end, when it does. there’s a loud shout, the pounding of feet, and someone is tapping his shoulder. he looks up to see a black haired boy offering him a lopsided grin, blinking his blue eyes and holding out his hand to help dan up. his football jacket clearly reads Phil Lester on the collar. “hey, you’re dan, right?” phil smiles. “i really like your dress. do you like free ice cream?”

• dan and phil on their honeymoon and seeing a dog, dan gets really excited and his voice gets really high pitched and adorable and phil thinks it’s really cute until - “i’m going to marry that dog. i’m literally gonna ask them if i can marry their dog, i’m in love.” phil gets really irrationally jealous and pouty, completely changing his aura because the dog is getting the attention he should be getting until dan realizes and laughs at him before assuring him that he’s all phil’s.

• married!phan consoling their kid when they come home from school crying, blubbering that their friend’s parents got divorced, and phil getting on his knees and taking the kids hands and saying, “you don’t have to worry, love. your dad and i love each other very very much, and that will never ever change.”

• dan and phil as best friends, being those really close annoying friends that are literally always together; one is never seen without the other. dan and phil as those friends in the back of a party, cuddling and talking in hushed voices about the world around them. dan and phil as the friends who change the world, dan and phil as the friends who change millions of people’s lives for the better and travel the world together, never leaving each other’s sides for a second of it. (oh wait)

i really like writing these ok
A Different Type of Feeling - boyf riends

Title: A Different Type of Feeling

Word Count: 1387

Pairing: Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell (boyf riends/Meremy)

Warnings: I don’t know anything about pot, so I’m kind of cringing at that part and I’m sure you will too (unless you know as little as me), kissing?

A/N: First ship I’m writing! (Well, publishing actually). I kinda got obsessed with Be More Chill, and especially boyf riends, so here’s this! I have two others in work that I’m not sure if I’ll finish, but I hope I do. I also have a Lin x reader one that I’m not sure I will finish, but I’ll try.



Gosh, Jeremy was in love. He know he shouldn’t, at least not with him. Now that he was with Christine he should love her. But he couldn’t help it. Michael was so cute and so good to Jeremy, and every time he saw his best friend his stomach filled with butterflies and his face turned beet red. He always cherished their moments together, and he had lost count of many video games he had lost to him because he was distracted by the way the shadows and light from the TV flickered on his face. Or how many times he had woken up beside him and just stared at his sleeping form. He always looked so peaceful. And his face seemed a little different because he didn’t wear his glasses. And sometimes he would smile a bit in his sleep, and small adorable dimples would appear on his cheeks. 

It was not like he didn’t like Christine anymore. He still thought she was the prettiest girl in existence, and he still loved to talk to her. But he had realised he loved her more in a friend type of way. He didn’t get all flustered around her anymore, and he never felt the sparks to start with.

But he didn’t want to hurt her. She hadn’t judged him after the whole SQUIP incident, and she supported him afterwards when he had to deal with all the consequences. But so had Michael. He had honestly not believed it when Michael came back to him after he had treated him like he had done. He had been so happy. That was when he realised he loved him.

“So, what do you think? Jeremy? Jeremy!” Christine yelled, trying to get her boyfriend’s attention.

“Huh? Oh, uh, cool?” Jeremy shook his head as he tried to not think about Michael.

Christine wore an annoyed expression on her face. “Were you listening at all? Or were you to distracted staring at Michael?” 

Jeremy’s eyes widened as his face turned beet red, and he started to shake his head. “N-no, I mean, I wasn’t staring, I just, I have a lot on my mind.” 

It was obvious Christine didn’t believe him. With a sigh she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. Jeremy hoped she couldn’t see his fear in his eyes.
“Look, I think we need to talk after school. Can you meet me in the drama room at three?”

Dread and relief filled up in his stomach as he nodded. He knew those words. We need to talk. That was something girls said when they wanted to break up with you. He felt bad for being relieved and hoping she would break up with him, but he really didn’t want to do it.  

Christine smiled and stood up. “See you after school.” Then she left with her plate of food.

Jeremy caught Michael staring at him with a confused look, and Jeremy could feel the blush rise again. He put his head in his hands and sighed.


Jeremy were supposed to meet Michael after school to go home to his and play video games, but since he had to meet Christine, he had asked to just meet him there. But as he stood outside his best friend of twelve year’s house, he felt something he had never felt before. He didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want to meet Micael and dealing with his feelings for his best friend. He didn’t want to worry about Michael finding out, or even losing the game because he was distracted. He just wanted to curl up in a ball under his covers and sleep. But he couldn’t, so after standing and staring at the door for five minutes, he finally walked in.

The way to the basement was memorised by now. He could walk the route in his sleep. 

“Hey, what took you so long?” Michael asked from his beanbag, his eyes fixed on the screen.

“Oh, uh. Christine and I, we sorta, kinda, broke up…” Jeremy trailed off.

Michael’s smile was immediately wiped off his face, and he paused the game to look at Jeremy.
“Oh, I am so sorry. Are you okay, I know you loved her?”

Jeremy got a sort of fluttery feeling in his heart. Michael looked so worried about him. What had he done to deserve this?

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. It was mutual anyways. I had planned on breaking up with her soon, I just needed to find the right moment.”

Michael patted the place beside him, and Jeremy realised he hadn’t even sat down. He still stood by the staircase.
When he sat down, Michael handed him something small rolled up. A joint. 

“Nah, dude, I’m fine without.”

Ever since the SQUIP, Jeremy had been terrified of not having a clear head. Of not being able to think without something influencing him. But he hadn’t told anyone. He should tell Michael.

Michael shot him a confused glance, but took the joint himself instead. Soon the familiar smell of pot filled Jeremy’s senses, and he felt strangely calm.
“So, what happened?”


“Why’d you break up? I thought you were helplessly in love with each other?” (A/N I’m feeling so helpless! Look into his eyes and the sky’s the limit-because I had to) Jeremy thought he heard a small undertone of bitterness in his voice, but he told himself it was just his mind running wild. He was hearing things that weren’t there, just because he wanted them to be there.

“It just didn’t work out. I didn’t feel like that for her anyway.”

And then Michael did something Jeremy should’ve expected. He hugged Jeremy. And a sweet scent of Michael’s shampoo and fabric softener, just ruined by the pot he had smoked engulfed him. Jeremy could feel himself instantly relax, and the butterflies in his stomach started to flutter again as his face went warm. Suddenly something Christine had said popped up in his head.

“You should tell Michael how you feel. Or else you might lose him.”

“Michael?” Jeremy said, his voice muffled because his head was buried in Michael’s shoulder.

Michael pulled away, and a small twinge of regret and nerves settled in his body.

“I-I have to tell you something.”

Michael’s eyes furrowed in confusion as he nodded. In the back of his mind Jeremy didn’t want to pull away, he didn’t want to this at all.

He took a deep breath, collecting courage, and then as he breathed out he said it. “I-kinda-have-a-crush-on-you-but-I-don’t-want-to-ruin-our-friendship-since-you’re-my-favourite-person-and-my-best-friend-and-I’m-never-gonna-have-a-better-person-than-you-in-my-life.”

Even though Jeremy had said it as fast as he could, and it probably had been pretty unclear, Michael seemed like he understood it, because now a shocked face had replaced his confused one, and a small blush spread on his cheeks, barely visible. 


Jeremy looked down, his courage almost all gone, replaced by regret. How had he thought this wouldn’t affect their friendship?

“Jeremy, look at me.” Michael used hand to lift Jeremy’s face up. 

He was met with his best friend’s brown eyes just a few inches from his face, and his breath fanned his lips.

“I-I love you.” Jeremy breathed, his mouth not following his head. Because in his head he was too busy picturing kissing his best friend.

Even though Jeremy could only see his eyes, he knew Michael was smiling.

“Good.” And then Michael gently placed his lips on Jeremy’s.

Even though this wasn’t Jeremy’s first kiss, it felt like it, because he had never kissed, or been kissed like this before. His kisses with Christine was awkward and lasted for a couple of seconds. He didn’t really feel anything with her. With Michael he felt like his whole body exploded. His eyes were closed but he could still see Michael’s eyes behind his eyelids, and the butterflies in his stomach was replaced with fireworks.

When they pulled away, the only thing Jeremy was able to think was ‘This was a different type of feeling’, and before he was able to react, he put his lips on Michael’s again.

Chez Nous

wordcount: 5204

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: swearing, anxiety, panic attack mention, if there’s anything else /please/ tell me

summary: He supposed he was luckier than most, what with a boyfriend halfway across town, but that didn’t make much of a difference when he was alone at midnight in a barren prison cell room. Yeah, there was laughter and Madonna down the hall, and Call of Duty explosions next door, but it felt like he was the only person left in the world. Just him and the hum of his laptop and the hum of the radiator and the hum of the city.

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kaibigan-ko  asked:

If you're still doing the Tim Drake prompts, what about a fic where Tim protects Damian or vice/versa? You write their dynamic so well!

I actually really like this one :) Tim & Dami not verbally or physically tearing each other to shreds is my weakness. Hope you enjoy this little slice of brotherly caring!

The sound is so quiet he would have missed it if he wasn’t a bat. Brushed it off as just another groan from a creaking old house. A random, insignificant noise magnified by the silence and darkness of the night. Muffled beneath the low whistle of the kettle boiling. But then he hears it again, a little louder, a little more unmistakably human. Childlike.


Tim is on his knees in an instant, pushing aside the loose wall panelling and peering into the crawlspace that stretches from behind the kitchen pantry to the laundry room off the basement. He’s not sure what it was used for back when Wayne Manor was operating as a fully-staffed mansion, but it’s flat for about two metres before it slopes down, another flat part halfway down and one before the opening at the bottom. It’s pitch black and even when he stretches his arm in he can’t feel anything. He thinks maybe he imagined it - it wouldn’t be the first time his insomnia got so bad he’s had auditory hallucinations - but there’s a tight coil of worry squeezing his chest and he can’t just forget about it. Even if there’s no one in there, even if he’s going crazy, he needs to know.

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Fantasy Night (M)

(photo not mine)

A/N: guys, this is my first smut and it’s a threesome smut so pLEASE GO EASY ON MEEEE. hope you guys like it. now i’m gonna hide in a hole so…

ps: holy smokes, this took me forever but honestly, I over thought it way too much because nfbvdci’mghvakjfvirginjbc

Taeyong & Johnny x Reader

Summary: Who said that dreams don’t come true? An accidental confession leads to the best night your friends could ever give you.

Word Count: 3,735

It was a stupid confession. One that you meant to keep to yourself. But Ten threw a party and after playing more than a few drinking games… let’s just say that you opened yourself up more than you wanted to.

Johnny and Taeyong held you up as the elevator was taking you to your floor which you lived on. They were drunk, too, just not as much as you were. Your face had this permanent, lazy smile and your half-lidded eyes were ready to close for the night. Your head was dangling down in case you were to have an accident and while Taeyong is drunk, he was nice enough to put your hair up in a sloppy bun. A clean freak always, sober or drunk.

“Ooh, Y/N, did you have fun?” Johnny slurred his words in the beginning. Your head popped up really fast causing you to get a little dizzy. “I had LOTS of fun,” your giggle was contagious for Taeyong.

The elevator bell dinged and you tried to rush out the doors. The boys on your arms nearly tripped. Johnny asked for your keys and you mumbled about them being in your back pocket. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him courage to reach back there without shame.

He struggles to put the key in the lock, cursing out loud, “I can’t get this to fucking fit.” You thought it was a good time to crack a joke at this moment, “HAHA, that’s what she said.” You and Taeyong were on the floor rolling. The neighbor on the opposite side of the hall came outside and saw the messy trio before her eyes.

“Oh my god, what a shame. She’s got two fucking guys with her on a Saturday and here I am watching The Notebook by myself again,” she ranted rather quickly that you barely understood her. She snatched the key from Johnny’s hand and unlocked the door for you. “Sherri, is that you? Oh my god, how are you?” you asked loudly.

Your finger pointed at her, “Guys, that’s my neighbor!” Sherri waved at Johnny and Taeyong with a slightly disgusted look on her face. “Y/N, maybe I should take care of you tonight. You should stay with me.” You protested against it, your voice slurring as you insisted that you needed your own bed. Sherri knew how you could get when drunk, as this has happened at least more than a few times, so she looked at the guys again and trusted that they wouldn’t do any harm to you and walked hesitantly to her apartment.

Inside, you were giving Johnny and Taeyong directions to your room. The bedroom door nearly tore off as Taeyong was leaning against the door and it swung open with a turn of the knob. Your body lunged forward and Johnny caught you on time. They grabbed both of your arms and laid you down on your bed.

You were in a fit of giggles and that’s when you said it, “Ooh~, you guys are putting me to bed. I always,” hiccup, “used to fantasize about the three of us. I wish it could happen. Oh,well. Night, guys~” You curled up in a ball and started dozing off.

Taeyong snorted, “She’s so dumb. Let’s go to sleep.” He started walking to your couch in the living room. Johnny seemed to have been a bit shook up by your confession, trying to figure out if he heard you correctly or not. His head started to hurt and he left you alone for the night.

You three will forget all about this.

You were out in town doing some shopping with your friends. Beside you was Ten already talking about going to some huge party one of his friends were throwing. It was going to be later that same week and called for shopping for some new outfits. Your girl friends were arm in arms with you walking through different shops while the guys trailed along.

In the corner of your eye, Taeyong was talking to Taeil and Johnny, but it seemed that Johnny wasn’t really paying attention. Rather, it seemed that he was… looking at you? You thought your mind was playing tricks with you, so you looked away then back. He was looking at Taeyong, giving him full attention to whatever he was saying. I thought so… you said to yourself.

Sherri tapped on your shoulder (the girl decided to get herself out of isolation), “Hey Y/N, what do you think of this top?” It was this cute off-shoulder blouse that consisted of pink lace and small, blue flowers. “It’s really pretty,” you commented. “Good, go try it on. I think it’ll look good on you.” Her hands pushed your back to the fitting rooms. It fit really nice. You pulled your bra straps down to get a proper look of how it was supposed to look.

It felt odd, but in a good way; you had narrow, fragile looking shoulders and the blouse hugged around them and made them look tempting. It didn’t accentuate your curves of your waist, but it gave you some good cleavage to show. The price was really cheap, too. Hmm… I’ll take it.

During your lunch, you couldn’t help that Johnny kept acting weird. Kind of tense. He barely spoke a word to you, which is odd because you thought you were close. But whatever, I guess. Like before, you just pretended it was nothing. If you needed to, you could talk to him to see what’s wrong.

I’m sure it’s nothing

Pulling up to the house party, your jaw dropped to the ground. The house, or rather mansion, was huge and it was filled with people. “Ten, I know you said it was going to be a big party, but this is just a plain rave at this point. Who is it that you know that has a house this big and knows this many people?” Taeil questioned.

“Well, Jongin only told me about the party. It’s not exactly his house.” You couldn’t help but get nervous at the size of the crowd. You could only pray that you didn’t get lost in the crowds of people. Inside, the music was blaring from these huge speakers that almost reached the ceiling. It seemed that they took furniture out of the place to make more room for people. The kitchen was an absolute disaster; red solo cups and boxes of food were piled on the counters and there was a couple having a rather passionate make-out on the island counter. Next to them were a group of friends that didn’t really seem to care about them.

Not your kind of scene but it wasn’t bad, either. Jen, your best friend, was talking about some cute guy she saw at the entrance. She had a look in her eye that indicated she was asking if she could leave you behind and talk it up with him. “Ugh, just go. I’m a big girl, I can handle being by myself.” Jen blew a kiss saying ‘I owe you.’ “Yeah, whatever.”

All alone, you drank from your cup as you looked around. There were some cute guys around but it looked like they were taken, some even… occupied. “Why are you by yourself?” a voice snuck up next to you. Johnny looked down at you and had a drink in his hand as well. You looked around him and didn’t see any of your other friends in close distance. “I could say the same to you.” He chuckled to himself and took a sip. His eyes visibly looked up and down at you. “You look good in that. Didn’t you buy that the other day?” It caught you off guard that Johnny payed any attention to that.

“Yeah. I did.” An awkward silence stood. You wanted to say something to him now that he stopped acting weird. But what is there to talk about? You saw each other almost every other day. Pushing his way through the crowd, Taeyong was waving at the both of you. Your hand repeated the action to let him know he got your attention. Panting, he informed you guys about some group of people starting a game. He guided you both to the spot in the back of the house. Admittedly, it was better than where you were. There were less people and the night air was fresh.

They were getting for a drinking game and you stood with Taeyong and Johnny – as they were the only ones you knew in this small group – and waited for the explanation of the rules for said game. “Okay, so everyone has a drink?” the supposed leader asked, getting everyone to lift their drinks in response, “Okay, good. Make sure they’re filled. We’re gonna play a classic: never-have-I-ever. And you have to tell the truth.” Not too bad. Minus your friends, you were surrounded by strangers. They can’t judge you for anything later and vice versa.

Johnny bent down and whispered in your ear, “Do you think you can handle this game?” He had this smirk on his face. Does he know something I don’t? Before you could say something to him, the leader started the game. Johnny kept the mischievous smile on his face the entire game. It especially grew when the leader asked a more than personal question. “Never have I ever thought of sleeping with the person currently next me.” Only a few people drank from their cups, oohs going all around. Taeyong was nervously taking a sip and Johnny took his confidently. You looked at the girls next to them and mentally commented that they were cute, no wonder they took a sip.

Everyone looked at you for a final answer. You held back taking a sip because, although you thought of it – and many times at that – before, Johnny and Taeyong were just friends. You didn’t want to make them feel weird. “Why are you lying?” Johnny whispered to you again. This time, you looked at him with surprising eyes. He knows? But I haven’t told anyone. How could Johnny possibly know that one secret?

He kept staring until you took the sip. Slowly, you let it pour down into your throat without breaking eye contact. Your little scene had all eyes on you. “Wow, three people next to each other took a sip. I wonder who they were thinking of—”

“Taeyong, let’s go,” Johnny grabbed your hand and went back into the crowd. Taken aback, he told everyone ‘bye’ on the way out. He followed you into Johnny’s car, not even getting the chance to properly put on his seatbelt as his friend just drove ahead. “Where are we going?” you asked, clutching to the roof handle with one hand. “Your place,” was all he said in a deep tone. What’s with him?

With a screech of the tires, he commanded you and the equally confused boy in the back seat to get out. “Johnny, you’re freaking me out. Why did we just leave the party like that,” Taeyong was whining, “Was it lame or something? We could have just gone for pizza or something.” You agreed with your friend, waiting for any response from the taller one. Johnny pressed on the elevator button harshly.

He didn’t bother talking anymore, so you picked up small talk with Taeyong. “The girl at the party next to you was cute.” He shrugged his shoulders and replied with, “I guess.”

“You guess? But didn’t you drink for her—”

“That was for you,” Johnny quipped. Taeyong gave a look of ‘what the fuck, dude’ with hands half up into the air. “What?” Johnny said as the elevator finally got to your floor. Once again, your hand was in his and you were basically running to your apartment door. In your pocket was your phone with various texts from your friends back at the party.

             Jen: Hey, I got his number! If you need me, don’t bother 😉

             Sherri: When can we go home?

             Ten: Where’s Johnny and Tae?

             Ten: Oh, and are you having fun? 😊

“Keys,” Johnny sounded demanding. You opened up the door and Johnny paced forward to your room. “Umm, Johnny… I think you should explain why we’re here at my apartment and in my room.” He was fidgeting before gaining composure, “I know about your little dream about the three of us.” Shit. Taeyong still looked confused, obviously forgot about your little slip from a couple weeks before. You blinked repeatedly before playing dumb, hoping Johnny would drop this. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Dude, did you drink something funny because you’re not making any sense.” Johnny scoffed at the both of your replies and walked closer to you. The closer he got, you kept walking back and eventually fell onto your bed. You sat yourself up and questioned Johnny as to what the hell he was talking about, even though you knew clearly what he meant. “Tae, we both like Y/N,” the other male was blushing as his friend just blurted that out, “how would you feel about sharing her?” Your cheeks repeated Taeyong’s at the declaration. Is this real? This has to be a dream.

Stuttering, Taeyong said, “Y-yah, don’t say things like that casually. Where did you even get that idea?”

“Y/N here told us. We were too drunk to pay any mind to what we were saying. But I remember it.” Johnny kneeled in front of you. His hand what on your thigh, unknowingly sending a shock through you. He looked back to his friend, “Are you up for it?” You looked at him, too. What surprised you was the amount of time it took him to think about it. In seconds, the nervous wreck turned into this confident man that was walking to you and getting on his knees before you as well. “Yeah, I’m in. But,” both look at you, “Y/N, are you up for it?” The back of your neck grew goosebumps in excitement.

Johnny stared into your eyes, “Are you?” Slowly, your head nodded yes. He leans up and kisses your lips. At first, he’s a bit shy but it escalates as time passes by. His hands trail up to your waist, tugging you slightly closer to him. Taeyong notices and jealousy takes him over. Thanks to the access your blouse gives, he starts peppering kisses on your shoulder. You didn’t expect such action; your body naturally reacts with a chill up your spine.

Playing fair was right, so when you were losing breath, you lifted Taeyong’s head up with your finger and brought him to your lips. He had softer lips than Johnny, which you actually expected. Something about watching you and Tae kiss had Johnny feeling more excited, more aroused. Your tongues getting tangled with each others, a taste of alcohol slightly evident. He pulled back catching short breathes and hungry eyes.

Getting impatient, Johnny started undressing you with some help from Taeyong. The rush made you giggle at them. Taeyong laid you back and raised your hands above you and carved his tongue on parts of you he hasn’t explored yet. On the side, Johnny almost ripped his shirt off and started going in his pockets. He pulled out his wallet and saw the aluminum package.

Tae took his own shirt off and you groaned at the sight. Both bodies looked as if they were hand sculpted by gods, too beautiful to be real. But before you could continue your foreplay, Johnny spoke up, “Taeyong, do you have one?” showing his condom as indication of what he meant. He dug in his pocket and found nothing, “No, I didn’t bring one. Do you have another one?”

“No.” They looked at you but as luck would have it, you didn’t have any in your room either. Because why should you? Aren’t they supposed to be responsible for that?

Johnny and Taeyong scavenged their pockets and would check their wallets at least four times and hoped another one would pop out from magic. but it was no use. Johnny had one condom, and you had two horny boys in front of you.

“Y/N, I need you to make a choice. I only have one condom. So, which one of us is going to be the one to use it?” Johnny looked you in the eyes. It was a hard decision, but you’ve been dreaming about this and you weren’t going to give up now just because you were low on protection. Do you risk it? It’s not the best idea, but…

Taeyong sat behind you and started kissing your neck, looking for your sweet spot. “Who’s it gonna be, Y/N?” Johnny was getting visibly jealous, “Don’t use her like that so she can choose you.” He joined the two of you back on the bed and started kissing the other side of your neck Taeyong wasn’t paying attention to. He even went as far as grabbing your breasts and massaging them with that perfect amount of pressure.

You arched your back in pleasure, the stimulation being almost too much for you. “M-more,” you moaned for them. Taeyong wrapped one of his hands around you and reached for your clit. His middle finger massaged around it as his mouth made markings all around your neck. “Fuck, that feels good,” your breaths were getting heavier by each stroke.

Your cries of pleasure echoed in the closed walls of your room. The two boys attached to you had your stomach churning in excitement and the real fun hadn’t started yet. Johnny lifted his head up and kissed you feverishly. He waited for your lips to give his tongue access. The wet muscle danced with your own, taking the small amount of breath you had.

You grabbed his hair, hands shaking from the pleasure coursing through your entire body. Taeyong took his free hand and grabbed your chin to look back to him, and attached his own lips to yours.

You wanted to turn your body to face Taeyong but Johnny wasn’t letting you. He bent down to kiss and leave his own marks on your cleavage. Your head was falling back and eyes shut tightly. Your mind was going a mile a second but the answer was clear. “Johnny… I—” you weren’t able to finish what you were going to say but they knew. His ego boosted as he took off his pants. You turned around and assisted Taeyong with his. You saw the growing bulge, the sight getting you wetter than the number Taeyong was doing to you.

You looked into his eyes for reassurance that you could touch him and he scooted closer to you. He took off his boxers and his dick sprung up. He had an impressive size, you were almost ready to take back what you said.

His eyes stared into yours as you took his dick in your hand. You almost didn’t notice Johnny sneak up from behind you. He took his long fingers and felt around your pussy before inserting them in you.

“Fuck, you’re really wet.” He started off slowly and gradually picked up speed watching as you were giving Taeyong a hand job. Your hips involuntary moved with his finger, telling him you wanted him to go faster. You felt him put another one of his fingers inside you and you arched your back with pleasure. Just as you were about to come, he pulled his fingers out. You whined at him but saw him line himself to your entrance.

He slowly slid in and gave you a minute to adjust to his size. You moved your hips back as a hint and he started with soft pumps in and out of you. Taeyong’s eyes watched Johnny fuck you as he was jerking himself off, picturing himself in his friend’s place. The imagery was erotic and you loved every single bit of it. You licked the strong vein upwards, never breaking eye contact, widening your mouth as you took him in. Taeyong’s hand reached up to your hair and took a handful, pushing you down deeper.

You had to slow down your movements to stretch your mouth up a little. One of your hands slid under to play with his balls.

“Fuck, Y/N, just like that,” Taeyong shakes as he thrusts up to you. You move your head up and down faster, moaning vibrations all through him. Looking up, his head is back and his groans of your names are consistent.

The only reason you contracted back was when Johnny roughly smacked your ass a couple times then smoothed it over. He spread your legs a bit wider and pushed himself deeper in you, hitting the spot that had you screaming. Taeyong resumed jerking himself off as he listened to your cries of bliss. He was the first to cum and got some of it on your face and his abs. He was catching up on his breath while watching you move back and forth against Johnny.

“C’mon Y/N. Cum for us,” Taeyong said in a breathy, sultry voice. Johnny reached around and abused your clit. He bent down and you felt the heavy breathing against your ear. Between grunts, he whispered to you ‘together.’ You tightened yourself around him and laid your face down on your bed, knuckles white from your grip on the thin sheets. He groaned at your action, thrusts becoming harder and out of rhythm. Almost simultaneously, you came right when Johnny stilled himself in you. Your legs became limp after he pulled out and fell next to you.

On your other side, Taeyong adjusted himself and being the one who is calm from his high, he pulled the sheets and covered the three of you. “That was… amazing,” was the last thing you said before dozing off. You all cuddled closer and slept silently.

The next morning brought the awareness that you were sore all over. You opened your eyes and saw Taeyong’s face peacefully sleeping. Your head turned and saw Johnny behind you, also still asleep. You didn’t bother getting up – not that you could anyway, seeing as they completely trapped you between them; Johnny’s arm over your waist and Taeyong’s legs on yours.

Your stomach did little flips and thought, ‘what a dream come true.’


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“I never thought that I would see the day where you would wake up more beautiful than myself” Hoseok shone brightly, he was a morning person.

“look baby, I totally understand that you like to be productive in the mornings, but people like me? we need at least ten or so more hours just to feel like we are functioning members of society” you rolled back over to your front, burying your face into the pillow.

Hoseoks laugh was hearty, it was such a beautiful sound to hear, even when you’re half asleep.

“baby, we have stuff to do today” you felt him climb over you, but his legs remained entangled with yours.

“but sleep” you pouted, he played with the hair at the back of your neck.

Does he seriously think that being cute is going to wake me up? “playing with my hair is making more tired”  you curled yourself into a small ball.

“You’re so dramatic” he laughed, you envisioned the wide opened smiling mouth bellow out a laugh.

“I’m not dramatic. Do you know how many naps I’m going to have to take just to get through this already seemingly long day?” you argued.

“About two or three, give or take” he shrugged, you eyed him suspiciously,

“that was oddly specific” you itched your nose out of curiosity.

“Well, it’s a Thursday which means it is your busiest day of the week. You’ll have stuff to do, thus one nap will be taken. Then we have to go out and do stuff with the boys, then when we get back to mine; you’re more than likely to sleep on me for an hour and then your last nap will be on the night when we argue for half an hour over a film to watch, only for you to then fall asleep half way through it” he easily listed off your carefully organised schedule for the day.

“how did you?” you were shocked, he flawlessly delivered a paragraph of your naps so effortlessly.

“Baby, I know you. well, that and it’s what you do every Thursday since we’ve started dating a year ago” he smiled widely.

“That’s a lot of Thursdays” you muttered, Hoseok adjusted his body so that he could lay next to you. One arm shaped like a triangle behind his head while the other arms drags you into his body, Moulding himself around you.

“Why are you so comfortable” you whined, already feeling sleepy.

I can’t answer that for you” he chuckled.

“I can tell you this though”

You lifted your head slightly, before the weight forcing you to put it back down again.

“Hm” you hummed in content.

“you’re stunningly beautiful all wrapped up in my clothes like that, my white shirt, even my boxers” he laughed again at the non-surprisingly revelation that you stole yet again another pair of his underwear.

“I genuinely look like someone has dragged me through a shrubbery backwards” you half giggled, half sleepily argued.

“No like…. I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes” His voice was honey thick with awe, he genuinely couldn’t believe that the person he loves is wrapped in his arms and wearing his clothes.

How long had it been since he dreamed of this very moment, to see you with hedge hair, drool on the corner of your mouth and his clothes all creased from an intense night of sleeping.

“It’s just your clothes baby” you closed your eyes again.

“I don’t think you would understand the feeling I’m trying to express. It’s like when you see something that you feel so strongly for, you for me, wrapped in something that belongs to you. I care for you, I love you and it feels emotionally inducing to see you in what I would wear. I don’t how to explain it other than I want this for the rest of my life.”

“you have such a way with words, that I don’t even know what to say” you felt shy. you didn’t know that he felt like that.

“You don’t have to say anything. Just go back to sleep, and I’ll admire you for another hour or so” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you on your forehead.

val2557  asked:

Can u make a Johnny depp imagine?

Of course I can!

Originally posted by deep-mess

It was almost completely silent after Johnny’s line…until a smile broke out on your lips and you started to laugh. The director sighed and the camera men stopped filming, a few groans escaping the other cast member’s mouths. This was the fourth time this week (although who could blame you for ending up all loopy, you haven’t gotten a ton of sleep thanks to filming so much), and every time Johnny just smiled and watched you. This was his favorite part when it came to working with you, seeing you break out of your semi-serious character because of something you found funny during filming. You tried calming down, although seeing Johnny in costume and remembering his line made you laugh more.

Someone was filming this, they always were. Your’s and Johnny’s fans got a kick out of you two goofing off on set, especially since a lot of them shipped you two together. It was a few minutes before you had completely calmed down and drank a bit of water, playfully shoving Johnny away from you. “I really need to get more sleep. Your lines are killing me, J.” He just grinned and shrugged, you two getting back into place to film again.

Near the end of filming that day, it happened again. You tried to stop it, really. But it was super difficult to force yourself to stay calm when you were running low on sleep. It started out as a small, extremely held back smile. Then a slight snicker. That soon turned into full-out laughter, leaning forward and resting your head on Johnny’s shoulder so you didn’t curl into a ball in the sand from laughing so much. He wrapped an arm around you, chuckling a bit as he and the others patiently waited for you to calm down again. “Maybe you should sleep tonight after filming, I’ll drive you home.” You just nodded, slowly calming down from your laughter. Your fans were going to go crazy. If only they knew how Johnny really felt about you, or about a certain scene you two were going to film in about a month’s time.

((Imagine: Filming a Pirates Of The Caribbean movie with Johnny as your main co-star. You end up breaking character constantly because you keep laughing at how dorky he was being in character. Unknown to you, he’s only acting this way because he loves hearing you laugh, and seeing that smile of yours creep onto your face (even when you try your hardest to stay in character).))

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chapter seven: you do wrong your hand too much

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Marinette keeps trying to get back to the building, but it’s almost impossible to go against the flow of the crowd.

Firefighters have shown up. They’re pulling people away from the building. Smoke is billowing out in dark clouds. Marinette feels sick.

She wants to shout that someone’s in there— Adrien is in there. There are probably other people too, still trapped in a burning building, but she only knows one and she can only find enough energy to care about one.

Her eyes are watering and she isn’t sure if it’s because of the smoke or not.

Someone pull her further away from the entrance. She’s holding onto her bag as tightly as she can in an attempt to ground herself, but it’s hardly working. She feels like she’s drowning, like she’s suffocating, like everything around her is going dark.

There’s too much noise.

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EXO Reaction to You Kicking Them Off The Bed

Anonymous said - exo reaction to you kicking them off the bed in your sleep?

This is actually me, tbh. 

Xiumin - he’d look at you with a ‘really?’ face and would push you to the other side. He needs his sleep, okay? Respect your elders. “I need sleep, jagiya. Do you see how big this bed is?”

Originally posted by itsdoemi

Luhan - this manly man is not dealing with you. He’s not having it. He’s gonna find a blanket from the closet and shuffle to the couch. “Okay, cool, let’s see if you ever sleep here again.”

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Kris - he continues to sleep even though only his upper half is is on the bed. He can sleep in any position you give him. “If you think this bothers me, you’re crazy.”

Originally posted by krismehard

Suho - he’s going to try to address the situation properly. BUT. He’s probably just going to go back to sleep and tell you about it in the morning. His first sentence to you will be, “why are you the way that you are?”

Originally posted by lawlliets

Lay  - he’s not even going to bother to move. He’s going to curl himself into a ball and sleep on the floor. He’s going to be slightly offended, if you want the truth. 

Originally posted by yeshelloyehet

Baekhyun - you’re going to kick him off the bed? When he’s the one that dances and sings all day? Okay, two can play this game.He’s learned a thing or two from Kyungsoo. Enjoy waking up with marker on your face.

Originally posted by flesss

Chen - you do know he’s a troll, right? He’s going to take a picture or two, use that as blackmail. Then he’s going to hit you with his pillow, so you will move over. “What pillow do I have in my hands? I just want you to move.” 

Originally posted by dayafterdae

Chanyeol - he’s going to find a blanket and wrap himself up like it’s bubble wrap and lay back down, before pushing you over. “I’m not a kicking bag, jagi. Just saying.” 

Originally posted by vicassa

D.O - he’s going to stare for a minute. He wants you to go out to the couch, so you won’t kick anyone. BUT. You’ll probably fall off the couch. So, he just goes out to the couch and addresses you in the morning. “You know what? Goodnight.”

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Tao - he’s still groggy. He doesn’t even know how he got on the floor. He’s probably just going to shrug and get back in the bed. “Goodnight, Zàiqǐ.” 

Originally posted by anki-tao

Kai - guess who sleeps through you kicking him off the bed? Kai. He’s going to stay on the floor and if he wakes up, he’s going to call his dogs over to cuddle with him.

Originally posted by theweak-nd

Sehun - “Get up! I’m not sleeping on this floor! If you wanna flop around like a damned fish, go to the floor and do it there.” He doesn’t deal with anything. 

Originally posted by gabrielagaeta

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anonymous asked:

NDRV3 boys drunk out of their minds. I want to see how this pans out.

So we had two other requests for these guys drunk – and they gave some pretty good inspiration! I’ve been looking forward to this ask mwaha! This is for all three anons, the other two listed belowwww

‘What would the v3 guys be like when drunk?’

‘NDRV3 guys reactions to their S/O getting extremely drunk and doing dumb shit (running outside naked, jumping onto moving cars, trying to do karaoke but failing, etc)’

DRV3 Boys Drunk Headcanons and reactions to drunk S/O

Shuuichi Saihara

  • Emotional drunk
  • He’s by no means a lightweight, but once he’s tipsy things tend to spiral downhill
  • When he starts to slur his words he starts to dribble
  • And he likes to cling onto things for support
  • Doesn’t really gage what, he’s just blushing and blabbering nonsense
  • He could potentially be revealing classified information
  • But he’s so slurred you can’t make sense of it anyways
  • He’s going to walk whether you like it or not
  • You may place him on the floor or a seat to be stable, but he’s gunna get up again
  • Has a habit of liking to feel safe in by his judgement
  • So is likely to create a blockade around himself with whatever’s available
  • Then he’ll probably start half-assedly throwing objects at anyone who comes near
  • Because it’s his bubble and no one is coming near
  • I mean you’ll be glad he’s not trying to stagger away again, but seeing him fence himself in and babble nonsense about multiple cases can seem somewhat concerning
  • Though worry not he is the type to put himself to sleep when drunk too
  • So he’ll be putting his hand on everyone’s shoulders and looking them straight in the eye and telling them he’s going to go to bed now
  • At which point he will use whatever is nearest to him, whether object or person, as a duvet and just curl up and repeat to everyone he’s going to sleep until he just passes out

  • If his S/O is drunk and he’s sober he’ll start off unsure how to react
  • He wants to keep you safe
  • But when you’re going crazy it’s hard for him to get a hold on you
  • So he kinda
  • Watches you from a safe distance
  • But he’s a ball of worry
  • Especially when you start wandering near roads
  • Where he just kinda guides you away
  • He does laugh now and again at your behaviour
  • But mostly he’s mortified at the idea of your lack of rationality leading you to injuring yourself
  • If you start behaving inappropriately towards him he’ll be bright red
  • And just guiding you somewhere to sit down
  • Reminding you you’re drunk and you don’t mean this and he would never do anything with you when you were like this anyway

Kaito Momota

  • Thinks he’s capable of anything
  • Because alcohol empowers him
  • “Dude, dude look what I can do,”
  • Cue him doing a handstand unsuccessfully
  • But that’s not all he can do
  • He’s gunna climb on counters and start doing all sorts of stunts
  • He’s somewhat a heavyweight so it’ll take him a while to get to this
  • His shirt is going to come off
  • And he is going to be flexing
  • His bro actions get sloppier
  • Ends up trying to put an arm around his mates but knocking them to the floor instead
  • But good lord do not let him outside
  • He’s going to be climbing onto the roof
  • Or car surfing on stationary vehicles
  • But he won’t be able to tell the difference between moving and stationary
  • So keep him away from the road my god
  • Likes to think he’s the champion of drinking games though
  • And everyone’s going to know it

  • When his S/O is drunk he loves it
  • He finds it really amusing
  • He will look after them
  • But he will mostly enjoy the show
  • If you’re dancing provocatively or flirting he will return the favour
  • But never take advantage of you
  • If you’re doing silly things he’ll watch and laugh
  • Would probably film some of it too
  • Just to tease you the next day
  • But he will undoubtedly carry you home
  • He doesn’t trust you to walk stably like this


  • HOW
  • Right anyway
  • When he’s drunk he hasn’t the slightest what’s going on
  • He’s probably another emotional drunk
  • For the fact he’s confused
  • So he’s just going to start crying
  • For no reason
  • He’ll plant himself in the middle of a room and just cry
  • Or he’ll grab people
  • And shake them
  • “Makeitstopwhat’shappeningwhy’severythingswaying?”
  • He’s going to get weird ideas
  • If the world is spinning one way
  • Counteract it by spinning the other way
  • He’ll end up looking like the least gracious ballerina you’ve seen
  • And then asking whoever’s near him why it’s not working
  • And then he’ll probably have an existential crisis
  • So just crashes on the floor while babbling something about robots and humans

  • God help him
  • He hasn’t the slightest what to do
  • He’s likely just to like
  • Cling onto you
  • And try to calm you down
  • Holding you at like arms length
  • And making sure you’re stable
  • And tries to guide you away to somewhere safe
  • And then he’ll just sit and watch you
  • If you do anything provocative he’ll throw the nearest cloth or material over you
  • And he’ll just be getting you to drink a tonne of water bc he does not know how to handle this

Rantaro Amami

  • Flirt
  • Flirt
  • He’s going to be stripping
  • And dancing provocatively
  • Who cares who he’s looking at
  • He thinks he’s the next star of Magic Mike
  • He doesn’t dance on or to anyone
  • It’s just to whoever’s watching
  • He will start talking dirty to people though
  • Actual filth coming out of his mouth
  • Innuendos everywhere
  • Though once he’s danced out he’s going to stand in a corner of a room
  • And start to narrate what’s going on
  • As if he’s the star of some television drama
  • He’s going to beckon people to him
  • And then lean in real close
  • And whisper something ridiculous in their ear
  • But he makes it sound dramatic af
  • “You see that dude over there… He started college two months ago… Isn’t that admirable?”
  • Mostly people just leave him to it because he’s talking nonsense but he’s laughing to himself so obviously having a good time

  • He’s going to look after his S/O
  • He’ll let them have their fun for a while
  • But he will care for them after to make sure they’re safe
  • If you’re climbing on vehicles he’s just going to climb after you and get you the f down
  • And then just
  • Hold you for the rest of the evening
  • Even if you start trying to strip
  • He’s going to push your clothes back on
  • And make sure you’re not doing anything else mad

Kokichi Ouma

  • Oh boy he’s on an emotional rollercoaster when he’s drunk
  • He’s going to go from standing on a table with a mop re-enacting Titanic to pole dancing on a staircase to rocking in a corner sobbing
  • But he’s pretty loud most of the time
  • And is so cringey with what he says
  • There’ll be awful pickup lines leaving his mouth every five minutes
  • Likes to just throw himself at people
  • And hug them, tell them he loves them, kiss them on the cheek, and then wobble onto the next
  • Next thing you know he’ll be crawling along the floor meowing and pretending to be a cat
  • He’s going to be climbing on people too
  • Or serenading them with an awfully out of tune song but looking emotional af about it
  • He’ll get hyper and start running around the house or going up and down the stairs repeatedly for no apparent reason
  • Protect your lights because he’s going to try swing from whatever looks like a chandelier
  • And he’s going to sing too
  • He’s going to crash tho
  • And you’ll just see him rocking in the corner of a room
  • Singing Welcome to the Black Parade
  • Before abruptly passing out

  • If his S/O is drunk
  • He is getting drunk too
  • You’re both going to go mad
  • All sorts of antics are going to occur
  • He’s going to be climbing on roofs and calling you after him
  • Or dancing madly and getting you to join in
  • Anything you do he’s going to follow
  • You’ll both end up hyped af
  • But when one of you passes out you’re both in a bit of a situation
  • Because the other will be too far gone to be able to offer proper assistance

Gonta Gokuhara

  • He thought drinking one or two pints would be gentlemanly
  • But when he feels no effect he ends up drinking more
  • And turns out to be a big heavy weight
  • Until the alcohol hits
  • Then he’s staggering all over the place
  • Ends up sitting on the floor most of the time
  • Because with his height he ends up getting rather giddy
  • So he kinda just watches everyone wide eyed
  • Then gets some idea to go outside and find more insects
  • Because you know drunk vision is really going to allow that
  • You’ll just see him staggering around the garden
  • Walking up to a load of shrubbery and then throwing his entire torso in it
  • Though would probably start crying when he didn’t find anything
  • And would then start wandering off with intent to find insects elsewhere
  • Would yell at street lights telling them to shut up and trying to grab them because he thought they were some mutant firefly
  • And then probably crying again when he didn’t catch anything

  • What would a gentleman do?
  • In a situation like this Gonta hasn’t a clue
  • He makes sure you’re always in arms distance from him though
  • Because if you’re going to do anything crazy he is going to stop you
  • You are not stripping Y/N what are you doing
  • Keep your clothes on that’s inappropriate
  • He’ll end up being like a teddy bear
  • Because he doesn’t want you doing anything you regret
  • So he’s like a body guard
  • And would just throw you over his shoulder to carry you home if things got too much

Korekiyo Shinguji

  • Y’all think he’s still sober
  • Because it takes him a long time to give away that he’s drunk
  • And when he does it’s in an outburst of anger
  • Before he goes silent again
  • And he’s yelling about the most ridiculous things
  • And starts muttering about the whole meaning of some folklore and how it can be applied to real life
  • He’s deadly serious
  • But then when he gets too much to drink
  • He’s just gunna fall asleep
  • And if you wake him he’s gunna snap at you
  • And make some analogy about how important sleep is
  • Though before that he may start to flirt
  • As in try to put his arm around people
  • Or place a hand on their thigh
  • And just look at them
  • Until they react
  • Then he’s going to pretend he didn’t do anything and just wander off

  • He’s gunna enjoy the show tbh
  • Of course if you look like you’re going to danger yourself he’s going to take action
  • But it’s funny to him
  • So he’s going to watch you from a distance
  • When you’re dancing on the counter he’s going to encourage you
  • You start clambering on fences and that sorta thing
  • The second you look like you’ll lose balance he’s there
  • But he’ll end up putting you on a leash to make sure you’re safe

Ryoma Hoshi

  • He’s going to be laughing
  • He gets clumsy af
  • And just chuckling to himself about nothing in particular
  • Likely to plant a hand on someone’s shoulder and just tell them they look good
  • Before wobbling off to someone else
  • He’ll just wander around everywhere tbh
  • Then lock himself in a bathroom
  • And sit in there for ages
  • As the night goes on he starts to challenge people
  • To really stupid things
  • Like who can put on the most socks wile blindfolded
  • But most of the time he’s going to find a high vantage point
  • And he’s just gunna sit there
  • And watch
  • Probably rocking back and forward somewhat without meaning to
  • Before curling up in a ball wherever he’s sat and falling asleep

  • Boy you’re on your own here
  • He’s just going to watch tbh
  • When you start singing out of tune to him he will probably be grimacing
  • But he’s enjoying seeing this side of you
  • He’s thoroughly amused
  • He’ll stop you from doing anything too dangerous
  • And will start to take the alcohol from you when you seem to have consumed too much
  • And will probably start to herd you home once he thinks you’ve humiliated yourself enough
Regarding Y/N

A/N: I’m a little shocked with myself, I must say. I’ve been writing, and posting! Granted, it isn’t quality, but it’s something, right? Anyway, here is a little drabble I just thought of. Let me know what you think, and I’m always taking requests!

Title: Regarding Y/N

Pairings: Dean x Sister!reader, Sam x Sister!reader

Warnings: points towards depression/depressive episode

Words: 968

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

“Go awayyy.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

A muffled, “No, and I don’t want to know. Let me sleeeeep,” was directed at your brother, Dean. You had been in a constant cycle of sleep. That’s it. Just sleep. Your brothers were concerned; mostly Sam. Dean, however, was less sympathetic.

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I Was Waiting For You

||| Requested by @treetops68 a long time ago 😂 |||

A/N: A short follow up from a one shot I have written before. You can read it here if you want ~

Lee Hongbin x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 655

Originally posted by thisisjustforfunval

“Y/N are you sleeping?” Hakyeon asked brushing a strand of hair from your face.


“You so are.” he smiled.

“I’m not, I’m just resting my eyes.” you answered.

“Yeah right.” he said trying to stand up to wake you up.

“It’s not that comfortable on my lap.” he laughed. “You should go to your tent.”

“Ugh fine.” you finally said. “And I thought we were having a moment.”

“There will be plenty of those when you wake up. You should get your sleep while you can, we will be going hiking tomorrow.” he said going inside.

You stood by the fire for a few minutes and decided to head in as well. You zipped up your tent and almost screamed when you saw someone staring at you from the darkness.

“Oh my God, Hongbin! You scared the hell out of me! Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I was waiting for you.”


“Well I won fair and square to sleep in the same tent as you, so I wanted to enjoy it but you were taking so long.” he whined.

“Did you seriously wait for me for two hours? You were the one who went to sleep earlier, you could have stayed by the fire.”

“But you stopped Hakyeon, not me.”

You were surprised by his statement and you both remained silent for a good minute just looking at each other.

“What, are you jealous?” you finally teased. Even in this darkness, you saw his face flushing, he lay on his side, so you couldn’t see him but you sneaked up to him.

“You are, aren’t you?” you said tickling him.

“Y/N don’t.”

“No way, you do this to me all the time.”

“I’m trying to sleep. Let me sleep.”

“Now you’re trying to sleep?” you laughed. “Come on Hongbin, don’t be a child.” you said shaking him but he suddenly turned around, grabbed your shoulders and rolled you over, so that you were positioned beneath him.

“I told you not to tease me.” he said pinning your hands on the opposite sides of your head.

“Oh so scary.” you scoofed as he leaned in closer.

“What now?” you asked, he stared at you for a few long seconds before crashing his lips with yours. You were so shocked, you only started struggling after a while, so he finally pulled away.

“What are you doing?” you shouted, you could feel your cheeks starting to burn, you wanted nothing but cover your face with your hands but his grip was strong.

“Payback.” he smirked.

“That’s not how this works-” you were about to say when a voice came from the tent nearby.

“Can you two finally stop whatever you’re doing and just go to sleep!” someone shouted. You two were dumbstruck for a moment, you didn’t know who that was, perhaps Taekwoon but if he heard you, the others probably did as well. You looked at Hongbin and you could see he was just as surprised as you were. He let go of your hands and fell down on his back near you. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You curled up into a ball and covered your face. You were so embarrassed. You couldn’t believe what just happened. It was hard to control your feelings as it was but now this. You felt his hands on your waist as he pulled you to him.

“We should go to sleep, you know we are going hiking tomorrow.” he said snuggling into your neck. This wasn’t your first time sleeping with him like this but now it felt completely different, he was more affectionate. You lay there in his embrace for at least an hour, unable to escape as he held on to you tightly. When his grip loosened you turned around and saw that he was finally asleep.

“So cute.” you thought hugging him back. “Maybe it’s not so bad.”

Girls Like Dollies chapter 3 (trixya) - lale

I’m so totally blown away by the response to Wingwomen! Thank you so much for all of your support. Here’s the next chapter of Girls Like Dollies – this one’ll be a bit longer, and will continue to update every weekend. If anyone’s curious, the title comes from the soundtrack to the incredible game ‘Life Is Strange’, which if you can play you definitely should and if you can’t you should definitely watch a playthrough on youtube! Anyway, enjoy!

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