1. You got no jams
2. “Scale is International playboy.”
3. “Beach!” “ Bitch?”
5. “What is difference between popo and kiss?”
6. Every coreography ever
7. MAMA 2014.
8.“My speciality is rolling around in bed on our days off”
9. OH MY GAWD!
11. “ I want to be a rock in next life”
12. Jungkook vacuuming fruit flies
13. 21st century girls coreography
14. Dirty water
16. Tae playing saxophone
17. Sexy porn star
18. Jimin ft. Suga - Tony Montana
19. Army house
20. Jungkook becoming adult
(feel free to add your own)
your nap time headcanon for nurseydex is so cute!! would you do one for zimbits? :)
bitty talks in his sleep
it freaks jack the fuck out for the first, like, week of them sleeping together but he learns to sleep through it
at first when they move in together bitty doesn’t know if he’s allowed to participate in jack’s pre-game nap bc like he doesn’t want to throw jack’s game off or anything
jack just assumes bitty’s not sleepy, but one time he comes home to nap and bitty is already curled up on the bed and jack is like “nice” and spoons him and then ends up scoring in the game
so now bitty doesn’t have to pre-game nap with jack, but he is definitely welcome to
jack used to be a pretty restless sleeper, moving all over the place, kicking his covers off, rolling over a thousand times, but if he’s in bed with bitty, for some reason, he sleeps a lot more soundly
bitty always falls asleep when they’re watching tv, no matter what they’re watching
jack is always like “aw” and then he’s like “damn he looks so cozy” and then they’re both napping
sometimes bitty wakes up super groggy from naps and he has to drink exactly one (1) diet coke and then he’s good to go
it’s the only reason jack keeps soda in his apt
bitty always fakes being tired and falling asleep when jack’s helping him study, and jack always falls for it, which is fine bc jack will cuddle up to him and it’ll be so nice and warm that bitty will fall asleep anyways
sometimes bitty wakes up and both of jack’s hands are just cupping his ass
⇨This chapter is from Saerans POV! This gets angsty, guys. Gotta set up that conflict, ya know?
Authors Note: Welcome to who’s fic is it anyway where the update schedule is made up and the word count doesn’t matter. I’m sorry guys I feel like George RR Martin when you’re all hoping I post more before I die. I’m sorry this has been so slow I’ll try and be better!
Saeran grumbled and rolled around in his bed, kicking the notebook off angrily with his foot. At least he tried to study, right? He held his phone up above his face. The truth was he had spent all day periodically staring at the chatroom trying to summon enough courage to type, and because of that he found it impossible to focus on his assignments.
The clock was winding down and taking his chances with it, it was already heading into the evening hours. He groaned, ruffling the thick hair on his head in frustration. There had been several people interested in him over the years, that’s true, but no one had ever caught his attention like this before. He was lost on what to do.
“Just do it already, you dumb ass. What are you hesitating for?” he whispered to himself, hoping Saeyoung didn’t hear him from the other room.
You: I know, his lecture was brutal! Yoosung: Right?! T_T You: My hand was cramping from the notes Yoosung: Maybe we can study together?! *Unknown has entered the chat* Zen: Getting bold now, boy? You: What? Yoosung: Don’t listen to him -_- 707: Lololol Unknown: Hey Yoosung: Saeran, hi! 707: Brother! You: Hello, Saeran! Unknown: What’s up, ___. I was actually wondering Unknown: About what we talked about the other day? You: Oh? Yoosung: You guys talked?? Unknown: Were you still down? Unknown: I could meet you outside in like 5… Zen: WHAT IS GOING ON Yoosung: I’m wondering, too… You: It’s for art guys lol You: Sure! I’ll be out soon! ^^ *___ had left the chat* *Unknown has left the chat*
Saeran let out the breath he had been holding in. She said yes. Oh, that meant he needed to get going. He grabbed his sketchbook and utensils, stopping in front of the mirror to mess with his hair and check himself out. His twins body perched itself on the door frame out of nowhere, that smug look on his face.
“You look adowableee,” Saeyoung pretended to pinch his cheeks.
“Don’t touch me, freak,” Saeran huffed and smacked his hand away, stepping out to head towards the front door.
“Have her home before 11!” Saeyoung called out before the door slammed. He saw you sitting on the curb, waiting. For him. You were staring up at the sky, probably because the sun was setting soon. The colors were beginning to reflect on the clouds.
He cleared his throat to catch your attention, only a few feet away now.
“Oh, hey,” you turned to him with a smile before standing up with your book in hand.
You were wearing some shorts and a black t-shirt, plain white sneakers on your feet. You could have just rolled out of bed, but he thought you were beautiful. That effortless sort of beauty that appealed to him the most. Awkwardly he shoved a hand into his jacket pocket, trying his best to be nonchalant.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“You weren’t kidding, it’s beautiful here,” you sat down and opened your book.
“It’s my favorite place,” he sat down next to you, “I come here a lot to think and draw.”
“Does Saeyoung come with you?”
“No. He’s usually too busy working or at church, plus he can’t draw for shit,” he remarked while opening his book beside you.
“Do you work, Saeran?”
“Nah. Saeyoung works a lot so I don’t have to. He says he just wants me to focus on my art and studies,” he shrugged.
“Your brother…he’s a great guy, isn’t he,” you remarked cooly.
Why is she talking about that idiot? He wanted to brush it off as nothing, but the way you said his name and the tone of your voice left a sour taste in his mouth. In a way, he was glad. The anger brought back his confidence. He just needed you to focus on him and the present for a little bit.
Placing his pencil and pad down he shuffled himself behind you, snaking his right arm along yours and grabbing your drawing hand into his own. Right then he knew he wouldn’t be able to get the fragrance of your hair out of his mind for the next few days.
“Your stokes. They’re too short and choppy. Long, solid lines are better. Look,” he moved your hand on the page, drawing smooth lines with ease and sketching the landscape with you, “see?”
“Oh,” you nodded, “I see. You’re really good, Saeran.”
“So are you. If you really enjoy this, we can keep coming here together…”
“Okay, it’s better than being at home, anyway,” you confessed.
“That bad, huh? My mom’s a real piece of work, herself. I know we aren’t super close or anything yet. And I know you hate talking about it. But if you ever need anything…just call or text me, ok?”
“Thanks, I will,” you nodded.
He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to open up about it. He had the same dark feelings about his own situation. This was the first time he had been on the other side of something like this, and it didn’t make him feel any better. He was fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you. To kiss your ear. And yet he still wanted to remain close behind you.
“Well,” he continued, trying to change the subject, “keep drawing. I’ll just watch for now.”
And he did. Until it was too dark to see the pad properly. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so much, and he even made you laugh a few times. He draped his jacket over you on the walk home, since you looked cold. He thought that was shit that only happened in movies.
“Thanks,” you handed his jacket back as you approached your driveway, “you’re really nice.”
“No big deal,” he shrugged.
“See you at school tomorrow?”
“Ya, see ya,” he watched until you were completely inside.
His own house was dark and quiet when he entered. He threw his jacket on the couch, only to be startled by a figure rising from it in the darkness.
“Hey, what the hell,” Saeyoung threw the jacket from his face as he sat up.
“You scared the shit out of me,” Saeran yelled, “what are you doing sitting here in the dark you freak?”
“Shh, you’ll wake up mom,” he whispered, “coming home pretty late, huh? How’d it go?”
Anyone else would disregard his question as innocent. But they were twins. Saeran could see that hint of concern in Saeyoung’s eyes. Underneath that casual demeanor, Saeran knew his brothers stomach was probably in knots right now. Why else would he have sat up waiting for him to come home.
He remembered the way you talked about Saeyoung and his eyes narrowed towards his twin. Saeyoung. The one who got to hold a job. The one who got to rely on his faith. The one who got most of their mothers attention, rare and shitty as it was. The one who made everything look easy by just laughing things off. He was tired of Saeyoung getting everything.
“Cut the shit,” Saeran snapped.
“Huh? What’s gotten into you?” Saeyoung laughed in response.
“I’m not fucking around, Saeyoung,” his words were cold.
The smile left his brothers face. They were now standing in the dark, staring each other down in the quiet living room.
“I’ll warn you this once, since you’re my brother. Stay away,” he took a few steps towards his room, “I won’t let you have her.” And with that he closed the door behind him, leaving Saeyoung standing in the dark alone.
once nursey and dex get the attic i WILL headcanon that they fight mercilessly over who gets the top bunk. and when derek wins he’s like “oh fuck” the minute he realizes there’s no railing bc his clumsy ass cannot handle that and he’s like I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK
and dex is like nO FUCK U YOU MADE THE BIGGEST DEAL YOU ARE TAKING THE TOP BUNK.
and then, the very first night, nursey rolls right off the damn bed in his sleep and doesnt wake up till he hits the floor and dex feels SO guilty that he lets nursey sleep with him that night and takes the top bunk from there on out.
Are you still taking drabble requests? If so, I'd love to see what happens the first time Isak spends the night at Even's 🤗😍
“Are you sure this is okay?”
Even hardly looks up from where he is climbing up his ladder to his bed, tearing white sheets off the corners and throwing them down. Isak barely dodges being nailed in the face, but life is hard and his boyfriend is a brat.
Even peeks down from the rail-side that prevents him from rolling off the bed in the middle of the night, “What do you mean?”
What does he mean? Was Even not there for the stare-down his father totally gave Isak? Did he not see the way his dad calmly burned a hole through Isak’s very core? Like his son was pure and virginal and at risk of being defiled by Isak? (Which HA. If there was anyone being defiled tonight, it is going to be Isak thankyouverymuch).
“I’m not sure your parents are very cool with me spending the night.”
This looks like news to Even. His eyebrows shoot up, and he tosses a pillow right at Isak’s chest, “They totally are. They love you.”
Yeah love him from afar. Like in the guest room far. Like maybe not even in the apartment far. "Uh-huh.“
Isak takes a sniff of the pillow, “This smells terrible. When was the last time you changed your sheets.”
Another pillow came flying at him.
“Don’t start with me," Sheets and pillows cleared from the lofted bed, Even began his descent down. (and Isak totally isn’t looking at his ass with every step because he is a respectable boy who would never objectify his boyfriend.) "When was the last time I even slept here? That’s like months of sweat and dirt just sitting there in that case.”
Isak dropped the pillow like it burned him, “That’s fucking nasty. Now I have your germs and shit on me.”
Even snorted, crossing the room to give Isak a quick peck on the forehead before moving into the hallway, "Shut up. One, you love the way I smell. Two, that’s not nearly the worst stuff of mine you’ve had on you.“
Isak grinned and turned the corner to follow him out in the hall, "See, but I don’t consider your come-”
A throat clears and Isak wants to crawl into a hole and die a thousand deaths.
Because Even’s father is right fucking there. A hulking mass (okay so he’s like 7 ft tall and skinny as fuck, but still) standing in the doorway of what must be a guest bathroom or something. Towels are bunched in his hands and a slow flush is creeping up his neck.
But it’s got nothing on the way Isak is slowly turning purple.
He. Wants. To. Die.
He squeaks, “-come..ing. I’m coming, Even, did you call me? I think you totally just called me and I am… on my way. To you right now.”
Even pops back around the corner to witness Isak’s slow dematerialization.
Eskild’s fucking sex talk has nothing on this moment.
And Even, the absolute fuck, just starts laughing his ass off. Right there in the hallway as Isak and his father awkwardly avoid each other’s gaze. Or rather, Isak doesn’t look up from the ground and who the fuck knows where Even’s father is looking.
Even pats his dad on the shoulder, “Sorry, dad. I guess you didn’t need to hear that.”
“Nope,” he clears his throat and Isak looks up just enough for Even’s father to thrust the folded towels at him, “For when you guys shower. Alone. Or not alone- whatever you guys do. Together in the shower.” He winces and covers his mouth, "I’m going to leave now.“
He turns to the living room and marches the rest of the way out of the hallway.
Even and Isak stand in silence for a few moments.
"Oh my god,” Isak whispers, “I have to leave. I can’t ever come back here.”
“Baby,” Even says, and from the way his lips are twitching, Isak knows he’s trying to hold in laughter, “It’s fine. It’s not like they don’t know that we have sex.”
Isak shushes him, “Knowing and knowing are two different things!”
“Well now they definitely know. So it’s not a big deal,” he slides his arms around Isak’s waist and steers him back towards his room, “I’m going to grab the clean sheets. You stay in here and try not to give my dad a heart attack, alright?”
Later on, when they are both squeezed up top in Even’s bed- squeezed being the fucking main word because Isak is half on top of Even and he still hardly has room to breathe and the round of sex Even insisted on having because its his childhood bed Isak how can we not, involved more bruises of the not fun kind than he’s gotten all year (but also it was pretty hot sex with the wa Even’s hand had to cover Isak’s mouth to keep from making noise)- they rest.
Even is playing with Isak’s damp curls and Isak is tracing mindless patterns alongside Even’s collarbone. “You know my dad really does like you, right?”
Isak winces, “Can we not talk about that right now.”
“We have to.” Even huffs a laugh that Isak can feel with every breath, “He really does though. He never let Sonja stay the night when we were still together. Plus he made up the bathroom for you. That’s basically a stamp of approval.”
“I literally admitted to have having your come on me at one point.”
Even laughs, “Yeah he found that hilarious. I heard him and mom talking in the kitchen about it. They love how awkward you are.”
Isak puffs his chest out, “I’m not awkward. I’m literally the farthest thing from awkward.”
“Uh-huh,” Even brushes his hand down Isak’s back, “So cool. But if I promise that they both love you, will you stop freaking out about it? They want you here, Isak. Especially because wherever you are, I am.”
Isak rolls his eyes, “You really are the sappiest fuck-”
A pair of arms tighten around him hard enough to where Isak splutters and cuts off, “Are we good?”
Isak groans, “Yeah, it’s good. I’ll just- neglect to further mention how many times I’ve been acquainted with your dick.”
“I agree with that plan.”
Isak picks his head up from Even’s chest, “Although… my memory is getting pretty hazy. Maybe I should like- reacquaint myself?”
And then Even is laughing and Isak is attempting to shimmy his way downward and all thoughts of parents quickly fade from mind.
I’m supposed to be working on my weirdass doujin but I found the skeleton of this sitting in one of my folders and I… gave into temptation……. so have really halfassed doodles again.
This silly sequence is based off my fervent wish of how the manga will progress (that Miyuki and Eijun would take Koushien as a badass battery together… someday… maybe… hopefully…). It occurs when Miyuki’s a third year about to graduate. He told Eijun that he’d have a prize for him if he managed to lead the first and second years to victory against the graduating third years, and the button was intended to be it.
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.
His pounding thrusts made you groan with pleasure. Your walls had clamped around him, your nails digging into his back. The climax was ever so impending and he couldn’t stand it any longer. The two of you rolled over, so that you were on top. His hands gripped your hips, helping guide you against him. Your own hands skimmed upwards on his chest. Every bit of you he needed; every inch of you he craved; every part of you he wanted. And just as you were both about to come together-
“Hey, Buck, can I borrow-OH MY GOD!”
You had rolled off the bed and Bucky went down (HAHA IT’S A PUN GET IT) too. Steve stammered out apologies while Bucky pulled out from you and scrambled to grab a blanket. He immediately covered you up while you hid your flushed, embarrassed face in his chest. “Steven, get the fuck out!” Bucky yelled. Steve scrambled back, covering his eyes and clumsily shutting the door.
Bucky released a deep breath. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry,” he muttered in your ear, climbing onto the bed. You stood up, the blanket wrapped around you and your face covered. Your body shook and Bucky was launched into a panic. “No, no, no, no, don’t cry,” he said gently, pulling you into a hug. He lowered the blanket from your face and was a bit shocked to see you weren’t crying but laughing so hard you could hardly make a sound. Your eyes were closed shut, cheeks red with both embarrassment and humour. “The look on your face,” you gasped out, pointing a finger to him. “And the look on his face was just-” You broke down again into a fit of giggles. Bucky covered his mouth with his hand, chuckling at you. He didn’t think you had ever looked more beautiful then now, your hair messy, hickies on your shoulder, and a wide smile on your kiss-swollen lips.
Nct 127 reaction to having a pillow fight with you
Taeil and you were just talking about bears or some weird shit like that when you got into an argument over said stupid shit and you picked up your pillow and slapped him in the face with it. He would gape at you before rolling off the bed and grabbing a pillow as well. “Try me (y/n),” he would say with the pillow held tightly in his hands. “Gladly.” You said as you stood up on the bed and swung at him.
And that’s when the night got intense.
Johnny would be walking through the door of your apartment when he heard your high-pitched battle cry as you jumped off the couch with a pillow in hand. He would freak out and rush to your bedroom to grab his own weapon as his mind registered that your hitting him repeatably with a pillow. He would turn around with his own pillow and watch as you ran away from him in fright, he would drop the pillow once you left the room and giggle while chasing after you.
I feel like Taeyong would just laugh as you swung the pillow around, and would just back away slowly when you started hitting him, still laughing. Eventually he would try to grab the pillow from you and when he succeeded and you ran away in fear he would laugh even harder.
“(y/n)? Where are you going!?”
Yuta would panic when you started wildly tossing pillows at him. He would probably play the guilt card to get you stop throwing the pillows by making you think he was hurt.
“AH (y/n) that hurt!!”
He would be so confused as to why he was being attacked by his (s/o), and would probably ask what he did to deserve such a cruel fate. Despite being confused he wouldn't be able to stop laughing as you hit him with the soft object.
“What did I do to cause this pain!?”
Jaehyun would be even worse than Yuta he would be soooo dramatic. He would scream in pain and ask you to take care of him for the rest of the day.
“But Jagiiiii its your fault i’m hurt in the first place!”
He would be even more confused than Doyoung and then add him being really flustered to that because your battle cry just sounded so cute. He would probably just freeze because he didn't know how to react.
“Geez (y/n) your lucky your cute.”
Mark had beaten you at some sort of game that had a bet placed on it, whoever lost had to make the other lunch, and was currently rubbing your face about how he was very hungry today and you'd probably have to make a lot of food. Not being able to handle it anymore you grabbed the pillow next to you and hit him in the face with it.
“And make sure that the chicken is cooked-” *cue pillow hit*
“I’m making you a sandwich Mark.”
“Well it better be delicious if i have to endure this abuse.”
This guy… he would get you back so hard. Like you would just playfully tap him with a pillow and that would start world war 3, he would probably get all of the younger nct dream members to help him in his plan to destroy you. One day you and Chan would just be watching tv when a bunch of young children would start hitting you with pillows.
“Haha that’s what you get (y/n)!”
“What did I even do!?”
“I… I don’t remember exactly but I know you did something!”
“Oww…” Victor groaned as he tried to climb on top of Yuri. “Way to ruin a romantic moment…what on earth did you put under the mattress, Yuri?” He rubbed his knees ruefully.
Yuri, who had been enjoying the moment up until then, froze like a deer caught in headlights. “N-nothing! D-didn’t you say you were hungry a minute ago? Why don’t we get pork cutlet bowls together now? I’m sure Mom has leftovers in the fridge!”
“This has been bugging me for a while, you know.” Victor frowned as he got off Yuri. “Whenever I roll over to your side of the bed at night, I feel something under the mattress. I can’t get lovey-dovey with you when there’s something poking me at every small movement I make.” Victor got off the bed and reached to lift the mattress to investigate.
“N-no!” Yuri grabbed Victor’s hand frantically. “Don’t you want a pork cutlet bowl?”
“More than that, I want to be able to make a move on you without any interference or disturbance!” Twisting his wrist out of Yuri’s grasp, Victor shoved away the sheets and blankets and lifted the mattress, ignoring Yuri’s panicked protests -
Victor’s eyes widened at the contents under the bed. He had thought it might be something like porn under the bed given Yuri’s reaction.
Every magazine he had ever done an interview or modelled for was stashed under Yuri’s mattress, scattered around messily but all wrapped neatly in waterproof plastic and with its corners taped carefully. Victor put a hand to his mouth, eyes twinkling.
“T-that’s why I said no, Victor! C-come on, let’s go get food now?” Yuri pleaded desperately as he pulled Victor away from his room.
“I didn’t think it was possible to fall even more in love with someone…”