random shoulders

“He’s falling asleep… what do I do? What do I do, what do I do…”

I drew phil but

it needs improvements


vegabonk  asked:

Ten times Yuuri adorably fell asleep in inappropriate places.

Ten Times Yuuri Adorably Fell Asleep In Inappropriate Places

10) One during a visit to Viktor he fell asleep in the rink in St Petersburg while waiting for Viktor to show up and no-one had the heart to wake him up even when Viktor arrived

9) On a long-haul flight that he and Viktor were on, which Viktor was kind of envious of because he couldn’t sleep and had to stay awake for like 15 hours being extremely bored with no-one to talk to and Yuuri slept the entire way there

8) In the dance studio in Detroit after a late-night practice. The owners found him curled up fast asleep on the floor when they came in the next day to open the studio again.

7) On a train on a random person’s shoulder. Phichit never let him live it down

6) On Phichit’s bed on top of Phichit after a party when he was very drunk. Phichit has never let him live this one down either

5) On top of Viktor when they were lying on the sofa watching a film together and Viktor was trapped on the sofa the whole night because Yuuri looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to wake him up

4) In Yakov’s house during a gathering with all the Russian skaters. He was mortified when he woke up, especially because his relationship with Yakov is always a bit tense due to the doping thing, but someone had draped a blanket over him and let him be so he assumed no-one was too angry at him (it was Yakov)

3) During a competition when he only woke up a really soon before he had to skate. He was usually very good at keeping up with assignments for college as well as skating but during this particular competition he forgot about one and had to frantically do it the night before and got practically no sleep. The competition wasn’t massively important but he should have been getting ready and warming up but instead he was napping

2) On the ice in Detroit. It was during the exam period and Yuuri was stress skating a lot and not eating or sleeping well. Absolutely no-one knows how it happened but Phichit and Celestino came in to find him literally asleep on the ice of the rink. They woke him up very concerned that he might get hypothermia but not before Phichit had taken a photo and put it on his Instagram because it was hilarious

1) On Viktor’s shoulder on live TV during a competition. He wasn’t competing as it was the Euros but he’d been on a very long flight just hours before and Viktor was still waiting to skate and he just couldn’t keep his eyes open. He looked adorable and the video and pictures went viral very quickly. Viktor spent the entire time glaring at everyone who came close with an unspoken promise that if anyone woke Yuuri up no-one would ever find their body.

these affectionate boys though 

  • when they all cook a meal and one of them burns his thumb, and one of the boys makes him run it under some water, and tells him “let me kiss it better”
  • when one of them goes through a heartbreak, and they’re greeted by all these long and warm hugs, and then they’re chilling on the couch and one of them says “yo, no party tonight” and all of them nod, and they opt for a much needed cuddling session instead 
  • when one of them gets into a competitive university program, and they all start jumping, arms around each other, chanting in unison, huge smiles on their faces
  • when they’re watching a horror movie, and one of them gets scared, and hides his face behind his hands, and he get pulled into a side hug. “coooome here”
  • kisses on their cheeks when they great each other
  • random shoulder massages 
  • openly crying in front of each other, never being judged when they do, being comforted instead
  • openly talking about their feelings
  • just because it’s something they do, just because there’s nothing wrong or awkward about it, just because there’s nothing wrong or awkward about boys being supportive loving and affectionate 

anonymous asked:

Headcanon of dating Jason pretty pleaseeee

Here you go! Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy this~

Dating Jason means accepting not only his wonderful assets but also his imperfect flaws. Jason always tell you that he comes with a whole lot of baggage and earlier in the relationship, he’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Fights over the tiniest little things happen quite frequently and sometimes, it’s also your fault for provoking Jason especially when he doesn’t want to talk about his nightmares or even any of his problems.

Despite all of that, you are what keeps Jason grounded. Jason knows that you care about him a lot and love him more than anyone in the world can offer. When he’s plagued by his nightmares, you are always there beside him, hugging him to your chest and whispering sweet nothings as you try to reassure him that you are there and not somewhere else.

Sometimes comfort comes in the form of sex. Sex with Jason can come in different forms – Jason likes it fast and rough but at times, he likes taking it slow too especially when he’s very stressed. He likes to build up the tension for the both of you and the orgasm he would get is often mind-blowing and leaves him feeling very lethargic.

Cuddling is another thing Jason loves to do too. He just loves feeling you pressed against him and having you in his arms so you’re often subjected to random cuddling sessions.

Be prepared for random trips in the early mornings. No matter how many times Jason denies this, he is a romantic at heart and during these early morning drives, Jason takes you to see the sunrise at least thrice a month and even more if he sees that you may need it.

Jason’s ideal type of date is eating burgers and going on a drive to nowhere in particular. Often the two of you would end up somewhere where you can see the entire city. You don’t really mind as much because you also enjoy moments you share with Jason. So getting burgers for your date nights is no problem for you!

The nights when you find it hard to sleep, you would trace figures on Jason’s back and watch him sleeping. Jason likes to sleep with his head on your shoulder, nose buried in the junction where your neck and shoulders meet.
Jason’s random thoughts of ‘you deserve better than me’, ‘I’ve done far much worse than anything you can imagine’ but you never minded any of those. You always reassured him by showing him just how much you love him, body and soul.

Jason is very protective of you and has quite the jealousy streak on him. He doesn’t like it when other guys are looking at you like you’re a plaything. So he would often throw his arm around your shoulders and pull you close to him. You’re no longer surprised at this and always wrap your arms around his waist in return. Besides being in Jason’s arms is where you love to be.

Jason loves seeing you in his clothes. He knows you’re already hot and beautiful in your daily / normal activities but there’s just something about seeing you in his shirt or jacket or sweatshirt that just gets to him all the time. So much so, sometimes Jason just hides your shirts.

“Hey, Jay?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Have you seen my shirt?”

“Dunno which one you’re talking about, babe.”

“Sure, you don’t, Jay. I bet you just want me to wear something of yours again.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

Fanfiction Appreciation Post: Haikyuu!! (KuroTsuki)

I am super grateful for all the wonderful people who put all their hard work into writing fanfiction beautifully. So, since Fandom Fic Rec Days are coming soon, I’m going to make a couple of posts dedicated to my favorite fanfics! I have too many in Haikyuu!!, so there are subsets based on the main relationship in the fic. Enjoy!

(These are in no particular order)

Days without you are horrible by boy101 (T; 1.1k; English; Complete)

Tsukishima comes home late after a shit day at work and mentally beats himself up for it. Kuroo’s there to make things a little more OK again.

Comments: I’m not even sure why, but I loved this one so much when I first read it, and sometimes I go back and reread it just for the heartwarming feeling it gives me.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? by MelissaWritesStuff (@melissawritesstuff) (G; 6.4k; English; Complete)

“You don’t have anyone to kiss at midnight, do you?”

Tetsurou could sense Kei tense up beside him as he hesitated. “…No. I don’t.”

Tetsurou took a deep breath before looking up at Kei, and Kei’s expression was impossible to read, so Tetsurou just said it. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Comments: OMG ONE OF MY FAVORITES IN THE “GETTING TOGETHER” CATEGORY. Just, all that pining, and how they finally, finally realize how the other feels. Ugh, my heart.

xiv by ronan  (@kasbrekker) (M; 7.2k; English; Complete)

He counts the many moles on Tsukki’s unblemished skin and kisses the ones on his back. He’s always joking about them composing a constellation.

“This one looks like Scorpius’,” he lied once, tracing a random pattern between Tsukki’s shoulder blades.

Comments: I love the well-done details in their moments and the delicate fashion in which this fic handles things like coming out. Sexual orientation is difficult to explain as it is, but romantic orientation is a whole other uncharted territory. Also omg the plant.

Two Week Fold by surveycorpsjean  (@zanimez) (E; 28k; 7 chapters; English; Complete)

Tsukishima is a blackjack dealer in Las Vegas.

A gorgeously rich businessman keeps stopping by his table- cat eyes so dark, swirls of interest dragging where ever they look.

“I need something pretty to take with me to the match.” He purrs, “And you certainly are pretty.”

Comments: I tend to avoid AU’s that are canon-divergent, but goddamn this one just stole my heart. Amazing!

to the beat of my heart by kittebasu (chanyeol) (E; 68k; 2 chapters; English; Complete)

Former boyband member and acting idol Tsukishima Kei’s continued entanglement with Nekoma’s lead singer Kuroo Tetsurou is just a series of missed steps in choreography he can’t quite master. (It doesn’t help at all that Kuroo Tetsurou makes a habit of constantly changing the music.)

Comments: Again, I usually don’t read fics with AU’s that are canon-divergent, but this one just blew me away. Incredible fic. 

This list is in no way complete. These are just five of the several fics that have given me the feels, warmed my heart, made me melt, brightened my day, and/or inspired me. Even if those fics aren’t up here, I really appreciate the hard work of all those writers.

Stay tuned for appreciation posts of fics with other Haikyuu!! pairings, and for appreciation posts of fics for other fandoms!

For KageHina fic recs, go here!

For poly ship fic recs, go here!

For TsukkiYama fic recs, go here!

For a masterpost of my fic recs, go here!

Light Bulbs

(Edit:  I found the prompt that inspired this one.)

> Remember that prompt where Haggar hit Lance with one of her spells and made him invisible from the rest of the team? How about this went in another route?

> Lance was indeed hit by Haggar’s spell but this time it caused a domino effect to the rest of team Voltron due to the bonds that they share to each other.

> The next day after they fought the witch, Lance woke up to an empty castle. At first he thought that the others were just busy with their own things so he did what a normal person does. He searched the entire castle, or at least the parts that he was familiar with and places where the other Paladins frequently visit.

> Lance checked each hangar of the lions but he didn’t find anyone. Not even Pidge who seemed like taken residency in Green’s hangar. He didn’t find Hunk in the kitchen and his best friend was not in his own room also. Allura was not in her usual place when piloting the castle and he didn’t even stumbled to Coran, not even once. It was also a surprise that Lance didn’t find Keith in the training room. If Lance didn’t find any of them then there was a 99% chance that Shiro was nowhere too.

> Enter the denial and rationalization stage. Lance tried to make himself believe that they were just pulling a prank on him. He said in the hallways that the prank was not funny anymore. No one answered back.

> Lance really hoped that it was just a prank. After waiting for a whole day though he realized the painful truth that he was really alone inside the castle that was travelling in the middle of nowhere.

> He also realized that he could no longer feel the comforting presence of Blue inside his mind. It was as if something was blocking their connection to each other.

> Lance started to panic and wonder where everyone else was. Did an enemy attacked them and captured them?

…or…did they left him behind? He tried to dismiss the thought and told himself that it was impossible because the lions were still in the castle. But what if he was the one who got kidnapped and this was just an illusion?

> Having cooked meals prepared for him in the next following days, feeling that someone was touching his hands and shoulders, having random things being broken even though he was not touching anything, seeing random light bulbs in the middle of the hallway or his room, and blank notes and monitor screen didn’t help to minimized the fear clawing up Lance’s throat. It did the opposite.

> Lance could no longer sleep because of the feeling of isolation and being haunted at the same time. If he did managed to get some shut eye he would be awakened immediately whenever he feel that someone was in the same room as him.

> He learned to have his bayard with him wherever and whenever he was. This happened when one time he was grabbed from behind and he saw this shadow in a human sized that was about to drag him away. Lance kicked the shadow as hard as he could and it stumbled far away from him and enough for Lance to make a quick escape. So from then he always carry his weapon with him.

> Now, I said everyone was affected so let’s start with: Keith.

> Keith experienced the same thing as Lance did when he woke up the next day. The only difference was that he could see and touch Lance but it seemed the other can’t. It became painfully obvious that he became invisible towards Lance. Not only that, he didn’t find the others also when he searched the castle.

> Keith saw how Lance struggle in thinking that he was alone. Keith promised to himself that he would accompany the blue paladin even though the other could not see him.

> Sometimes though he got angry because of the situation and break things in order to release his frustrations. An action that Keith soon regretted when he realized that it only added to Lance’s fears.

> One day Keith tried to grabbed Lance’s shoulder and he was momentarily happy when the blue paladin finally made eye contact with him. Lance can finally see him!

> But it was short lived when Keith saw Lance’s face morphed in an expression of sheer terror and gave the blue paladin enough strength to give Keith a good kick on the stomach.

> Keith knew that Lance saw something but it was definitely not the red paladin.

> Keith was also confused why there were light bulbs that appear randomly in the middle of the hallways and rooms. Whenever he saw such items he simply move it away.

> Pidge: like Keith, Pidge suffer the same thing. Pidge could see Lance but not the rest of the team.

> But Lance could not see Pidge.

> Pidge was angry and tried to find a solution on how to fix the problem. An idea popped out and Pidge remembered in a game that students leave lit candles somewhere to give the others a signal that they were there, in the same place but just in a different plane of reality.

> Pidge tried to do the same with the Altean light bulbs.

> Pidge was sure that someone was also out there whenever the light bulbs were moved. That person was just in a different ground where Pidge and Lance was.

> Hunk was a mess. He could not find anyone and his best friend could not see him. He couldn’t even help Lance and make the blue paladin feel that he was not really alone!

> So Hunk do what he did best aside from engineering, he made sure that Lance get enough food to sustain his body.

> At first Hunk’s heart was in danger of crumbling to tiny pieces when he saw the suspicion written all over Lance’s face when the plate of freshly cooked food was put on the table. Hunk really thought that Lance would ignore it.

> Hunk was overjoyed when Lance gave the food the benefit of the doubt. After the first bite it seemed Lance deemed the food safe enough for consuming.

> Sometimes, Hunk tries to give Lance a comforting pat on the hands and shoulders but he immediately caught on that such actions onle caused more distress on the blue paladin’s current state.

> Shiro tried to make a rational thought when he found out one day that a) everyone, except Lance, was nowhere to be found and b) Lance can’t see him at all.

> As the leader, Shiro already decide that he would watch Lance and protect him if needed.

> Though despite Lance not seeing him it seems that the blue paladin could feel his presence.

> This was proven when Shiro made a mistake of soothing away Lance’s fears one time when he saw the blue paladin sleeping with a distressed face. Shiro attempted to run his fingers through Lance hair but it only cause the other to wake up instantly and look around the room with fear clearlt written on his face.

> Shiro once saw Lance attempting to escape the ‘haunted’ castle but everytime this happened something screwy will occur. Like the escape pods not working properly (this was all Pidge’s work).

> Allura and Coran immediately caught on what was happening. They were both researching things related to magic ever since Allura discovered her gift.

> Allura tried to leave a note for Coran in her room because she knows that was where he will check for her. She just hoped that it will work.

> It did, and the rest of the Paladin were informed on what was happening

> Everyone except for Lance for he only see blank notes and could not communicate to others and vice versa.

> Shiro wrote in a obvious state of panic that they needed to do something or Lance will be in grave danger mentally first then physically next. Hunk made the same note and Pidge was screaming in frustration while typing and Keith just want to fight someone.

> It was a race against time.

(So, the Corpse Party: Tortured Souls anime version influenced this one also…)

XO - Josh Dun


A/N: I intended for this to be straight fluff but Josh has me feeling some type of way while I listened to XO by Beyonce so this was the outcome. Enjoy!


Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Fluff/Smut

Warning: Cursing, Slight Smut: Blowjob, Alcohol, i’m pretty sure that’s it!

You float around the flatland, the sun beating down on you in your flowy outfit and strappy sandals, searching on the colorful, thin sheet of paper for the next artist to go see. Since you just recently moved to California, you had no one else to take with you and when you landed a ticket to Coachella, you had to admit you were nervous going alone. However, you had never felt more free in your life. You stopped to get in line for a bar, your hair blowing in the slight breeze. You adjusted your sunglasses on the top of your head, now under some cover and shade. You walk up to the makeshift bar and order your drink, getting it quickly made and handed to you in just a few seconds. You go stand to the side by yourself since all the tables were taken, pulling out the paper again and looking for the next show to go see. 

You walk to get to the show a little extra early to get a god view. You stand a ways from the barricade, but once the concert started, you didn’t mind. As one song starts to play, you manage to get behind a group of extremely tall people. You try to fight your way around them, but the crowd isn’t having that. You resort to jumping like an idiot to see the members of the band, but in vain. You frustratedly try to poke your head around them, but another failed attempt. You look to your side to try to find a space to weave between, but an idea crosses your mind. A few feet away, you see a pretty blonde girl on a brown haired boy’s shoulders, her hands in the air, swaying to the beat on the boys shoulders. When you register the idea, you take a deep breath and look around to see any muscular-looking males in your vicinity. You see a neon yellow-haired boy next to you, and maybe its the alcohol (or the drugs you’ve been inhaling unintentionally all day), you take in a deep breath, tap his shoulder, and shout over the music. What’s the worst that could happen? 

“Hey dude, do you mind if I get could, um, get on your shoulders?” you shout. At first he doesn’t hear you, so you say it again, and a smile crosses his lips.

“Sure, yeah, why not?” He shouts back, crouching down. You climb on top of his shoulders, shouting during the process.

“Sorry if I’m like, fucking fat.”

Don’t worry about it, you’re fine!” he shouts, smiling up at you. You sit on top of this random mans shoulders, steadying yourself. You see the blonde girl a few feet away from you look at the man holding you up, giving him a smile while the brunette flashes him a thumb up. You don’t pay attention to it, and continue to enjoy the music. You lean down to his eye level and shout, “What’s your name?” 

“I’m Josh,” he shouts.

“Cool, I’m Y/N,” you respond, sitting back up.

You dance to the music, enjoying the amazing view you had of the artists. 

When the set ends, you hop off Josh’s shoulders.  

“Do you want me to buy you a drink?” he asks, walking towards the bar with you in tow.

“Sure,” you shrug. Josh hands you your beer, holding his own in his other hand. You clink the two beverages together before you each take a swig. The blonde girl approaches you two, holding the brunettes hand. 

“Josh, how sick was that show!” the brown-haired boy exclaims. The blonde girl smiles at you before looking at Josh.

“Who’s this?” she asks, smirking at you.

“This is Y/N, she needed help seeing during the show so I helped her out.”

“Well, bring her with you because we’re finishing the night out with Beyonce,” the girl excitedly comments. “Oh, by the way, I’m Jenna, and this is Tyler.”

You smile at them and Josh slips his hand into yours. You blush and Josh awkwardly comments, “So we don’t loose each other y- y’know?” 

You giggle and nod as he leads you through the crowd of people towards the next venue. You are a few feet away from the barricade, so you don’t have to sit on Josh’s shoulders this time. As soon as the show starts and Beyonce walks out, you loose Tyler and Jenna due to the crazy crowd, but you shrug it off, still holding Josh’s hand. You sway your body to the music and maybe the alcohol finally sets into both you and Josh’s brains, because before you know it, your hips move to the beat of Drunk in Love and Josh’s hands rest on your hips. You scoot back to press your backside against his front.

Then XO starts to blare from the sound system and the heavy smell of weed and alcohol and various other drugs hang in the air around you and Josh, but it only intensifies the ambience. You don’t really know what you’re doing and neither does Josh, but the next thing you know Josh lips are sloppily working themselves on your neck and you breathe heavily, the alcohol in your system flowing in your veins like your blood. You run your hands up Josh’s back, and you don’t care people are near, you run your hands up and down his tattooed arms. Josh’s arms come up to palm your breasts and you let out a slight moan. His hands travel up, cupping your face while his lips connect to yours finally, with Beyonce’s heavenly voice repeating the words, “You love me like XO.”

When the song ends, Josh’s half-lidded eyes gaze into your bloodshot ones and give you a sloppy, goofy smile with his swollen lips. You give the same giddy smile, laughter bubbling from your throat. 

When the set finally ends, you and Josh stagger from the stage. You clutch onto his arm and smile up at him in the night air. A large light reflects on his face while his eyes transfix on the big lit up ferris-wheel. Barely anyone is on it because most of the people are making their way out for the day. You and Josh run (the best you can) towards the big circle, clambering into one of the carts. The alcohol, still present but slowly fading, acts up again as the cart goes up slowly. You grab Josh’s face, kissing his lips again. His hands travel your body again, exploring the nooks and crannies like it was his job. You detach his lips from yours and move your hands to the obvious bulge in his pants. You palm him, and his mouth opens, spilling the most beautiful moan you have ever heard in your entire life. 

You quickly undo his pants as the cart comes to a halt at the very top. You pull out Josh’s erection and waste no time putting your lips to the tip, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting him. He moans again, running his hands through your hair, slightly pulling it, making you moan this time. You take him deeper, working your hand where your mouth couldn’t reach around his considerable length. You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged around his length, making him moan out again.

“I’m almost there,” he threw his head back, moaning deeply.

You work your mouth around him faster, bobbing up and down until you felt him twitch. The cart started moving downwards and you run your tongue up his shaft. You take him completely in your mouth again, letting your teeth graze lightly on him. That’s all he needs to clench onto your hair, his length spurting and exploding warm liquids into the back of your throat. You sit up as he quickly shoves himself back into his pants, buttoning and zipping them as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You sloppily climb out of the cart when the cart reaches the end and Josh gives you a peck on the cheek, now mostly sober enough to drive. Slipping his hand in yours again, he leads you to the parking lot. Josh offers to give you a ride to your place, which you gracefully accept, and you climb into his car. You would’ve tried to get him to take you to his place to finish off, but you were feeling tired so you insisted he drop you off at your apartment.

When he pulls up at your apartment, you lean over and kiss him on the lips, running your hand against his stubbled cheek. 

“Thanks for today,” you smile.

“This better not be the last time I see you,” he gazes into your eyes.

“Give me your phone then, if you want to get a part two to tonight that is,” you wink. He hands you his phone and you type your number into his contacts, saving it under your name. You kiss him goodbye again as you get out of the car.

When you reach your apartment, you immediately head to the shower, washing your body from the sweat and grime you collected throughout the day. When you got dressed in pajamas and laid down to get some rest, you received a text from Josh. You smiled as you read it.

I have to see you again. Let me at least take you out to dinner, though, before I take you back to my place and have it my way. How’s tomorrow? Sweet dreams baby 

You set your phone down and close your eyes, thoughts of the yellow-haired boy drifting around your mind.

Requests are open.

“You are so drunk”// Joe Sugg Imagine

Warnings: mentions of sex

Word count: 1065

Request: Open


“Save the queen!” The boys yelled dropping a penny into my glass of wine. I rolled my eyes playfully and picked my glass up. I chugged the wine down and the boys cheered me on. I fished out the coin and looked around the table for the next victim. Joe, Caspar, Josh, Jack, Conor, Mikey or Oli.

 I waited until everyone went back to their conversations and threw the coin in Jack’s glass of Rosé. He quickly drank his glass and grabbed the coin immediately throwing it into Joe’s drink. After we finished our games and food, we decided to go clubbing. We took two separate Uber’s. One car contained Jack, Joe, Josh and I and the other contained Oli, Mikey, Conor, and Caspar. We got into the club and we all went our separate directions. 

Oli, Caspar, and Mikey went to talk to some girls, Conor went to make friends with the Dj, Josh went to go find a bathroom and Jack, Joe, and I went to get another drink. Even though I had gotten drunk many times before now, I still get drunk very quickly. Because of this, after 1 more drink, I was absolutely drunk. 

“Jack I have to tell you a secret,” I said. “And what’s that?” I went to tell him but then closed my mouth. “I can’t remember,” I said giggling. “You are so drunk,” Jack said laughing. “I am not,” I said pretending to be offended. “You can even ask Joseph,” I said putting my hand on some random guys shoulder thinking he was Joe. Jack grabbed my hand off of the random guy and apologized. I burst out laughing.

 "Jack, can we get another drink?“ I pleaded. "I think you’ve had enough,” Joe said with a laugh. I gave his puppy eyes and he gave in. I smiled wide and Joe ordered for me. “A cosmo, a JD and coke, and rosé,” he said to the bartender. I drank my cosmo and started fanning myself. “Are you alright?” Jack asked. “Yeah, I’m getting hot. You guys are so attractive,” I said. Joe laughed shaking his head. “Can we go danceeeee,” I said. “Sure,” they said in unison. I stumbled to the dance floor and we danced the night away. 

  After me convincing the boys that I wasn’t drunk and getting another drink, they decided that we should go home. I tried to walk to the uber but ended up need assistance from Jack and Joe. “Do you want to stay at my house?” Joe offered. “Sleepover!” I yelled. They laughed. Jack got dropped off first and then Joe and I. He helped me up the stairs to his place and unlocked the door. He stopped in the kitchen and grabbed bottles of water for us. We went to his bedroom and he handed me clothes to change into. I gasped. 

“What, are you okay?” He asked. “I remember what I had to tell Jack!” I pulled my phone out called him. “Hello?” He answered. “You aren’t Jack!” I said. I looked at the caller I’d to see I had called Josh instead of Jack. “No, I’m not,” he laughed. “Sorry, Joshie!” I yelled hanging up. “Can you help me?” I asked looking up at Joe and handing him my phone. He clicked his name and handed it back. 

“Jack!” I yelled into the phone. “Y/n he hasn’t answered yet,” Joe laughed. “Oh,” I laughed. “Hello?” Jack answered. “Jack!” I repeated. “Y/n!” “I remembered what I wanted to tell you!” “What’s that?” “I just wanted to tell you that you and Joe are my Best friends,” I said. “I already knew that,” he laughed. “Who told you! Was is Josh? That bastard,” I said quickly. “Alright I think it’s time for bed,” Joe said taking my phone from me and ending the call. “Heyy,” I said. He placed my phone on the nightstand. “I need to change,” I said.

 "I’ll be back,“ I announced walking to the bathroom. I peeped my head in but quickly came back out to the light. "I’m scared!” I said running to Joe. “I’m changing right here.” I changed into the clothes Joe gave me and told him it was okay to look. I laid down in his bed and he sat down next to me. He picked up his water and took a drink. “Joe lets fuck,” I blurted out. He choked on his water. “Are you okayyy?” I asked. “Just fine,” he said catching his breath. “Sooo want to?” I asked.

 "Y/n just go to sleep okay?“ "Ugh fineee,” I said turning over. He turned off the lights and we laid there. However, I was wide awake. And my drunken self decided to be as obnoxious as possible. I turned over and l draped my legs over his body. Gaining no reaction from him made me unsatisfied. So here I was at 2 in the morning poking Joe Sugg over and over again with my legs over his. “Y/n,” he finally warned. I quickly pulled my legs back and stopped poking him. He turned over so we were face to face but his eyes were closed. 

I went to poke him again but he said my name again scaring the shit out of me. “How could you even see! Your eyes were closed!” I said in disbelief. “Because I know you,” he said, “come here.” He pulled me closer to him and put my head on his chest. Instantly, being in his arms calmed me causing me to drift to sleep.


The next morning I woke up and my head was pounding. I looked up to see Joe walking back into his bedroom with a glass of water and medicine. He handed them to me and I thanked him quietly. After a few minutes of silence, Joe spoke up. “Do you remember anything from last night?” He asked. I shook my head. “I remember going to the club then it’s all a blur from there,"I said. He laughed. "Let’s just say I have never in my life seen you that drunk,” Joe said laughing. “I didn’t do anything, you know?” I asked rubbing my temples. “Well you asked me to have sex with you,” he said. My eyes widened. “I’m so sorry,” I said covering my face. Joe laughed, It’s alright,“ he said. I stood up and hugged Joe. "Thank you.”


Request: #11 with Jaebum? :)

11) You live across the street from your bias group’s dorm and they still haven’t invested in curtains

Member: Got7′s JB x Y/N

Type: Fluff/smidge angst

You leaned further into the center of your desk, trying not to let your chin slide from your palm. It was close to midnight as you finally adjusted your gaze from your notebook and up to the window sitting just on the opposite side of your desk. The blinds were still wide open, your arms much too lazy to tug at the dangling string. You eyes danced across the glass, noting the smudges and tiny insect carcasses long since dried up on the outer screen. Eventually the blur of the outside world seemed to solidify as you became more in tune with the whir of the few cars intermingling on the road. Your eyes lifted from the street, focusing on the building only a stone’s throw away from yours. Seoul was small and quickly growing, so nothing was incredibly far apart, and the only way to grow was up. This also meant that you could see easily into the building facing yours. 

You tilted your head, furrowing your brows a bit to see more clearly. The complex across the way was owned by the same property managers that owned your building, so you often saw it’s residents in passing at the communal mailboxes. The man you now saw lounging on the couch was someone you hadn’t recognized, but you weren’t surprised. It was widely known amongst the tenants that you had celebrities in your midst, idols to be exact. You had seen a few of them on occasion, incredibly good looking, even when in every day clothes and checking the mail. 

This man was no exception. 

As soon as your eyes laid on him, you knew his status. He was too handsome to be an average, every day citizen. No, he was definitely one of the idols rumored to coexist amongst you all. 

You watched curiously as he chewed idly on shrimp chips. his hands deep in the bag while his eyes stayed glued on the television screen mounted to the wall. For a moment, you began to feel increasingly creepy, realizing you were in essence, casually stalking a neighbor. You quickly calmed your concerns as your eyes remained unmoved, realizing that if he moved his line of sight slightly to the left, he could see you just as clearly. 

You lived in a culture of watching each other. What was the difference between googling this guy and pulling up his wikipedia page and watching him in live action? 

Jaebum knew you were watching him again. He tried to keep the sly smile off of his face as he continued to glance at you from his peripherals. He knew you as Y/N of Apartment 1733. Student by day, barista by night, worried mess by late am. He knew more about you than he was happy to admit, but had also noticed you much sooner than you had him.

He tried to ignore you as you stood from your school work, dragging a tired hand through your hair. Much like him, you worked strange hours and never seemed to get enough rest. It made it convenient for him to monitor you from afar. You were very obviously one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. You weren’t conventionally attractive or cookie cutter, but that’s what enticed him. You were unique and authentically you.

Jaebum openly turned, setting his attention on your window as you paced behind your desk chair. He had never been affected by a girl in this way before, so his thoughts were in a flurry. Usually his naturally cold and serious nature, which his members noted as “chic and sexy,” was enough to catch any girls attention. He had never been one to struggle with smooth pick up lines or come up with a plan, but they had never existed in a completely opposing space before. 

As he noticed you begin your nightly rituals, signifying you were going to bed soon, he began to panic. He needed to catch your attention and fast. He stood, with shaking hands and a pounding heart and quickly began to disrobe. He pulled off his hoodie and t shirt and slithered from his jeans. He only stopped once he was in his boxer briefs and tank top. He sauntered to the window, still lacking curtains even though he had lived there for months. He gave a good stretch and waited patiently. Maybe it was a last ditch effort, using his body and it’s lack of clothing to entice you, but hey, when words failed, who’s to say that visuals would?

You stretched above your books, attempting to get ahold of the string dangling above your blinds. You looked up for a moment, nearly choking as you caught sight of him. The mysterious idol you had been keeping an eye on had appeared closer to the glass separating the two of you, near naked. 

You traced up his features. Your eyes started at his toned calves, rippling under the pressure of his thick thighs. Both sat beneath his impressive bulge, which your eyes were quickly drawn to. They lingered there for a moment as you finally looked up, tracing the thin cotton of his tank top. Next you noticed his broad shoulders, only to go back down and focus on his veiny biceps and forearms. After you were content with your inspection, you let out a pleasant sigh, forcing yourself to acknowledge his handsome face. 

You audibly swallowed as you were suddenly overtaken by the feeling of being watched. You stared in horror as you realized, he was watching you just as closely as you were him…and he was actually chuckling. 

You cringed as you began to walk up to the small mail area in your apartment complex, trying to decide if you wanted to turn on the spot and jog back upstairs. You were mortified by the broad shoulders you had grown familiar with in the past few weeks, too accustomed with who they belonged to without having to say a word. 

Instead of running, you decided to tiptoe quietly behind him, making yourself as small as you possibly could as you slid your key into the lock of your box. Of course the universe, which had let you quietly exist for so long, would not allow you to do that now.

“Hey,” his deep voice said softly. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to decide what to do. You reopened them, turning to look your neighbor directly into the eyes. He was already smiling at you, a grin that was very obviously trying to hide a chuckle behind his lips. 

“Hi,” you breathed shortly, averting your gaze back to the mailbox. 

“I don’t know if we’ve met. I’m Im Jaebum,” he hummed with a bow. 

“Not technically,” you groaned, slamming your box shut and pointing to the label on the front. “I’m Y/N. 1733, but I think you know that already?”

Jaebum’s face fell for a moment, completely caught off guard by your comment. It took a few seconds, but a smirk found his mouth again as he searched your face. “I’m used to an audience.”

“Ugh,” you moaned as you turned, ready to escape back upstairs. 

“Wait, Y/N!” he called, his voice urgent. You immediately stopped and looked over your shoulder. 


“I hope I can keep your attention.”

Jaebum slung his arm halfheartedly around the random girl’s shoulders. He had already forgotten her name and was pretty bored with the conversation she presented, but it has been almost a month. Almost a month since he had pulled his stunt and finally made eye contact. A month since he had ran into you getting the mail and tried to continue contact. A month since you had given him even more fuel to continue his quest. He had a plan. 

And admittedly, it was a shitty one. 

After he thoroughly disgusted you and caused you to flee upstairs, he immediately kicked himself. The envelopes nestled between his knuckles became crumpled with frustration. Why couldn’t he have just asked you out for coffee or something? 

Then again, maybe it was too late for that. 

He looked up lazily from his date’s face and to the window, making careful note that your blinds were open, a sight he hadn’t seen in weeks. His next stunt could either ruin that or send you back his way. He wasn’t certain yet. His brows lifted as he saw your familiar frame plop into the chair situated directly before your window. You cast a wary eye his way, freezing as you saw his date on the couch. 

Jaebum took a deep breath as he pulled his date closer. Lindsey? Luna? Lynn? Whatever her name was he needed to act quickly. If he were going to make you jealous it better be before you closed the blinds. He grabbed at the back of her neck, holding her steady and halting her words. Without any coaxing she leaned into him, closing her eyes in preparation for a kiss. Jaebum’s eyes searched her face, uncertainty filling his veins. He remained still, unsure if he could actually go through with it. He looked over his date’s shoulder and back to your window. You were still watching. 

Jaebum shook his head, muttering a quiet curse as he let go of the girl’s neck and fell back onto the couch. He ran a wary hand through his hair and groaned. “Get out.”

Once again, the dim girl rolled with his punches, standing and collecting her things. After she had left the dorm, he sighed, looking up toward your window again. He was ashamed of his actions and sick of playing games. 

He was ending it now.

You furrowed your brows and squinted, continuing to watch Jaebum scramble around his apartment. He had just kicked out a girl prettier than you could ever be and now seemed to be drunkenly tearing apart his dorm. It was strange, but so was this whole situation. 

After a few moments, JB finally halted his motions and stopped in front of the window where he made eye contact. He beat on the glass to further catch your attention. You gave a brief nod, signaling that you were engaged with the exchange. He immediately pointed to the street and hurried toward what you thought to be his front door where he stepped out into the hallway. 

You heaved a sigh as you slipped on your shoes and tugged on a jacket, you couldn’t believe you were humoring him. 

You reached the street before he did, tapping your foot as you waited impatiently near a street lamp. The road was quiet tonight, only hosting the occasional car down it’s pavement. You sighed again, checking your phone before you looked up, jumping at the sight of Jaebum as he had appeared directly across the street from you. 

You lifted your brows, shrugging at him. 

“I couldn’t do it,” he called out, his voice carrying just enough to be heard over the sounds of the city.

“It or her?” you yelled back, rolling your eyes. 

“I wanted to kiss you,” he whined, the noise sounded foreign to even himself as it escaped his lips.

“You don’t even know me,” you called.

“I want to,” he shouted. He nodded with a hopeful smile. “So then I can kiss you.”

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My sweet @novaurora13 aka @beesoo13 provided me all the plot for this prompt, so make sure to send that cutie some love

Lostcauses Fic: Train

This stupid stupid fluff is for @zedsdead1001, @erwinsalive and all the other dear Eruris who got shitty anons this week.  (Seriously, what is wrong with some people?) Hope this makes you smile. 

Levi hates trains.  To be fair, Levi hates all forms of public transport, but he reserves a particular loathing for trains.  They’re dirty, noisy, smelly and worse, filled with people.  People who, heaven forbid, might attempt to speak to Levi, engage him in conversation. Levi’s worst nightmare is being stuck on a train with some friendly fuck who wants to pass the time making small talk. Admittedly it’s not a problem he has to deal with too often, his general fuck off demeanour deters all but the most aggressively friendly and hopelessly inebriated.  But that doesn’t stop Levi from hating trains.

Unfortunately the pittance Levi earns doesn’t afford him the luxury of owning a car and sometimes, when the distance is too great or the weather too foul, necessity dictates that he must smother his loathing of strangers and take the train.  Today is one of those days. And fuck has it been one of those days. It’s been long and trying and Levi has had to deal with a whole succession of idiots who seemed determined to be as obtuse and obstructive as possible. All he wants to do is get home so he can close the door of his flat and shut out the rest of humanity. 

The train is busy when Levi boards, crammed with stressed and dishevelled commuters. Levi scowls and wrinkling his nose in distaste. Miraculously he manages to find an empty double row.  He collapses into the seat by the window, saying a silent prayer of thanks to any deity that happens to be listening, dumps his bag on the seat beside him and hitches his most hostile glare into place.   Several passengers glance at the empty seat beside Levi as they board the train, but one scowl is enough to send them scuttling further down the carriage.   

It’s only once all the passengers are seated and the train pulls out of the station that Levi exhales a silent sigh of relief and his expression softens into his usual bad tempered scowl.   

His relief is short lived.  They’re barely ten minutes out of the station when a shadow falls across the carriage by Levi’s seat.

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Jerry’s is a madhouse.

Normally, at this hour, the place is relatively quiet. But as soon as Ransom gave his orders to beat the LAX bros there and claim every single table before those douchenozzles could even get their names on the waitlist, the entire SMH team, along with every single one of their varied fans currently on hand, descended on the place en masse.

Unfortunately, the chaos of the situation didn’t leave much room for negotiation on seating arrangement. And of course Dex ends up squeezed into a tiny table for two with Nursey.

Dex scowls down at the bowl of creamers that a part of him wants to start stacking into pyramids like he used to do whenever he was dragged to diner breakfasts with the grandparents as a kid. Nursey just casually peruses the menu like he doesn’t have it memorized, and like he isn’t very obviously ignoring the D-man across from him.

Are they fighting? Okay, they’re always fighting, stupid question. But Dex is having a hard time remembering what this newest one is even about.

Their knees knock together under the table, seeing as it wasn’t designed to be shared by two long-limbed men over six foot. It’s not either of their faults, but Nursey huffs like it is and sets his menu back down onto the table roughly.

“I think your fanclub has a seat free at their table if you’d prefer it,” Dex mutters.

“You trying to get rid of me, Poindexter?”

“What gave me away?”

Or,” Nursey smirks and raises an eyebrow the way he does whenever he thinks he’s found just the right William Poindexter button to push that will get a good reaction. “Are you just jealous?”

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It doesn't really matter, really.(Draco Malfoy Request)

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Warnings: FLUFFY AF , and lengthy

(Y/BD) = your birthdate
(Y/H) = your house

You awoke to the sound of rain tapping against the glass of your window. There was obviously a storm.

And it was your birthday.

Not that you minded though, you loved the rain.

There was always something soothing about the rain. It calmed you down, and it was the perfect excuse to stay in bed.

But you had class.

Which meant you aren’t going to stay in bed and you most definitely weren’t going to have the best birthday.

This was the 6th time you’d spend your birthday at Hogwarts, and you were surprised you hadn’t gotten used to it yet.

You put on your robes and pack your bag before leaving the (Y/H) girls dormitory.


You were now in Potions, helping your boyfriend, Draco, not fail you guys and helping him make the Draught of Peace without spilling everything.

It was still raining, not that you minded.

Actually, a lot of other people were bothered by the fact it was raining, on your birthday. Everyone basically just apologized for the rain and kept saying that your birthday would’ve been better if it was sunny.

You couldn’t help but reply with a,

“It doesn’t really matter, really.”

Heck, even professor Trelawney called you unlucky and unpleasant because of her predictions of having rain on your birthday.

But you liked it.

You didn’t understand why everyone was making bug fuss out of it.

“Happy Birthday (Y/N)!”, you heard hollers and shouts from behind you on your way to your dorm.

You turn around to see Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Dean, Ginny, and Seamus.

I know, they aren’t exactly Draco’s crowd, but Draco didn’t own you, and he completely respected you and your friends, even if he could be a bit nasty at times.

“Hey guys!”, you say excitedly and pull them in for a group hug.

“We have something - well things - for you!”, Ron says excitedly.

He runs off and comes back with 10 presents in his arms, barely able to carry them all, and clearly struggling.

“What’re you guys doing? Go and help the lad!”, you giggle.

Dean and Seamus rush to help Ron.

“Nah.”, says the twins.

Everyone giggles and smiles at each other.

“Hey (Y/N), it must be pretty awful having rain on your birthday isn’t it?”, Hermione questions, patting your back.

“It actually isn’t a big deal. I like it.”, you share whilst giving everyone in the circle a reassuring smile, noticing that everyone in the circle was giving you sympathetic looks.

Everyone except Harry.

“You and me both (Y/N).”, Harry smiles and high fives you.


You turn around and see Draco, leaning against the wall and smirking at you.

You smile at him and he starts walking over.

He was holding a wrapped, rectangular box with penguin wrapping paper.

“Happy birthday babe.”, he says and you kiss.

Your friends make vomiting noises behind you guys whilst you kiss Draco.

“Oh shut it would ya?”, Draco sneers at your friends and you give him a disappointed look, “Ok,um sorry, just stop I guess.”, he blushes whilst scratching his neck.

The whole group bursts in to fits of laughter, even Draco.

“Hey, what about this, you guys go change into warm and more comfortable clothes and I’ll see you guys at the Astronomy Tower, we’ll open the presents together.”, you say whilst smiling at your friends, excited for tonight.


You’re now at the Astronomy Tower and you’re surrounded by your friends.

Dean and Ginny re cuddling, Harry, who is not too far away, is looking at the couple sadly, Hermione and Ron were bickering on which constellation is which, Fred and George were chasing your chocolate frogs, which were given to you by Seamus, who had gone to bed.

Draco was sending an owl to Narcissa and humming to himself in a corner.

You decide to go to Harry and ask him if he’s okay.

“You alright?”, you say to him whilst leaning your head on his shoulder.

This random act was not weird at all. You had met Harry on Platform 9 ¾ and you figured it out together with the help of Mrs. Weasley. You were like a sister to him, and he was like a brother to you. You looked out for each other and were sometimes very protective over each other.

Draco didn’t really like how close you ere, but he understood after knowing your family status.

You were a middle child. And no matter how hard you tried to make your parents notice you, it just didn’t work out. Your sister wasn’t much help either. Your little brother tried but he didn’t really understand. You couldn’t blame him though, he was still much too young.

That’s why when you realized you were actually friends with The Boy Who Lived, you were beyond shocked.

You were shook.

You had always imagined your sister hanging out with his kind, you know popular, kind and most importantly, he mattered.

All your life you were told you mattered, but you never really felt it.

And you were grateful that this cruel world gave you Harry.

“Well, you know I like her, and she’s doing all this with him, and I kinda wanna be mad at her for doing this to me, but then I realized that she doesn’t even know my feelings for her, and I just feel stupid for letting myself feel this way.”, he rambles and puts his head in his hands.

“Hey, Harry, it’s alright. Just try to think of something else.”

“But I can’t. You of all people should know that.”

“Please. For me?”, you say whilst giggling.

“Hmphf, fine.”, he says ,pulling you in for a hug.

“Now, go help Fred and George catch the chocolate frogs. You can have one if you’d like.”, you say after pulling away from the hug, whilst kissing him on the cheek.

He grumbles a bit then leaves to go help.

You stare at the haul in front of you.

A silver necklace with a unicorn charm on it from Ginny, five bottles of Butterbeer from Dean, two chocolate frogs that were running up and down the walls that were being chased by Fred, George and Harry from Seamus who had gone to bed, a Patented DayDream Charm from Fred and George, a notebook and a quill and ink from Hermione, a small cupcake from Ron, a sunflower pin from Luna, and a pair of rainbow fuzzy socks form Neville.

You had yet to open Draco’s gift.

“Hey, open mine.”, Draco says getting next to you.

You open it to find a whole case of pins! With enough storage left for your other pins.

Okay, you kind had an obsession over pins. You would have them on your robes all the time and on your bag.

You gasped in awe, moving your finger over the 25 pins.

There was a frog with a crown on it., a moon with stars, a rainbow, a snake (this definitely described Draco), a (Y/H) crest, a palm tree and many others.

“Draco, it’s perfect!”, you say putting it away and kissing him all over this face.

“Haha only the best for the most perfect girl.”, he says whilst kiss you on the lips.

“Thank you.”

You cuddle and stare at the rain, that came out of nowhere.

Ron and Hermione were no longer bickering over the constellations, but were now playing a game of wizard’s chess. Even though Hermione was absolutely terrible.

Harry and the twins were now talking about quidditch whilst eating the chocolate frogs, you didn’t mind them eating them, they deserved it after catching them.

“I’m sorry for the rain, babe.”, he says, wrapping an arm around you.

“Aw, don’t apologize over something you don’t have any control over. And besides, it doesn’t really matter, really.

You both laid there, giggling here and there at your friends’ antics.

This birthday was truly magical.

Even if it did rain.

But that didn’t really matter, really.


Brett x Reader

A/N: I ask for fluffy ideas and @lazyneonmonster just deliver them to me, directly into my hands as a gift from god. Also, after writing this, I already feel better..


“Come here with you Y/N!” Brett cooed as he dragged you by the arms, trying to get you out through the front door so you could take the short walk together to the grocery store to buy the complement from yesterday’s purchase of goods.

You wriggle contradictory in his firm embrace and gave away whimpering sounds of displeasure as you pouted at you pups way. “But I hate to leave them!”

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