#im hanging on like a fucking koala bear

[lover-of-mine]

[beauvibaby]

Cuddly

request: hello!! can you write a blake gray imagine about him and reader being like really touchy in front of the sway house but like lots of fluff? maybe a hint of smut at the end? btw i love your other blake gray blurb!! thank you!! 💕💕

a/n: so two quick things, I don't really write smut, sorry about that, and I’m a very not PDA person, so im also sorry if this is cringe haha DONT HATE ME BUT I DONT KNOW EVERYONE IN THE SWAY HOUSE

“Blake, can you let go of me for like ten seconds babe?” I whined as I struggled to move around the kitchen as I trailed him around, his arms lazily around me from behind. “I’m sorry.” He sighed dramatically, releasing his hold on me for literally ten seconds as I drained the water from the pasta I was making, two pot fulls, having to feed a house full of young boys. “Babe.” I groaned, and he laughed, I could never explain why he was so touchy feely with me when I was here, I mean I basically lived here, and any of the guys would be crazy to try anything. “You know you could help instead of cuddling me like a teddy bear.” I murmured, Noah laughed as he took a gatorade from the fridge, looking over at Blake hugging me like I was going to disappear into thin air. “She's got a point, man.” Noah shrugged, earning the finger from Blake, I elbowed him slightly. “Play nicely, boys.” I teased, Blake groaned into my neck, going to grab the other pot for me as I stepped aside. “Thank you.” I sang lightly, pecking his cheek. 

“What’s wrong?” Blake asked as I offered him the rest of my food, no longer being hungry, something I never really did. “I just feel icky, I’m gonna go lay down.” I whispered to him, none of the other guys really paying attention as they were scattered around the large home. “Alright.” He mumbled, rubbing my knee before I stood up, he shot me a concerned look as I trudged up the stairs. 

***

I ended up taking a long shower and was surprised when I stepped out to a pair of my soft shorts and Blake’s hoodie on the counter, I glanced in the mirror and saw he drew a heart on it from the steam. I smiled to myself, taking a quick picture of it before slipping into the clothes and brushing out my hair. I trudged back into his room, surprised to not see him there, but I could hear video games blasting from down stairs. I grabbed a scrunchie and slipped it on my wrist, taking some medicine for my stomach before walking down the stairs again. I felt self conscious for a moment as most of the guys glanced over, Blake not being one of them. Bryce kicked Blake in the shin, motioning to me as I trudged over sheepishly. Blake tossed his controller to Noah who dropped his phone in order to catch it, I laughed softly as they all went back to their game, I climbed onto his lap, hugging him like a koala as he sat in the plush chair. “Thank you for the clothes.” I whispered, my face heating up when his hand slipped under the back of the hoodie, rubbing my back softly. “Of course, baby.” He responded, kissing my shoulder before resting his chin there, squeezing me tighter as I leaned into him. “You feel better?” He asked after a while, still rubbing my back as I laid with my eyes shut. “A little.” I mumbled, wincing as I moved and my back cracked from being hunched for so long. Blake let out a soft chuckle, but frowned when I went to climb off of him, “where are you going?” He asked, I stood and stretched, feeling relieved from not being hunched over. “I couldn't sit like that anymore, babe.” I laughed softly, “don't worry, I’m not going anywhere.” I assured him with a small laugh as I grabbed a blanket from the corner of the room, and one of the giant floor cushions. 

I threw them down by his feet as he took the controller from Noah, going back to playing the game as I got situated on the floor in front of him, I tied my now drier hair up in a messy bun and leaned back against the front of the chair, his legs on either side of my body as he played. I had small conversations with the guys every once in a while, but mostly watching Blake fail badly at this game. 

“Baby?” Blake called, surprised when I jumped up rushing to the bathroom, I heard a small thud followed by his footsteps rushing after me. I grimaced as I barely made it to the toilet before I threw up, “ugh, fuck.” I muttered as I flushed the toilet, allowing Blake to help me to my feet as I wanted to go brush my teeth. My eyes burned with some tears from the sudden actions. “Come on, let’s go lay down, yeah?” He offered, kissing my temple as I shook my head. “You don’t need to coddle me.” I mumbled, he rolled his eyes at my stubbornness. “I’m not coddling you, you’re clearly sick, y/n, just let me take care of you.” He mumbled, leading me up the stairs, it didn't take long for me to give in and end up sleeping while Blake laid there concerned for my well being. 

***

“Yeah, y/n isn't feeling too good, so Blake’s laying with her.” I heard Noah’s voice over a phone, I was awake but not enough to open my eyes so I laid still, listening to Blake watch what I’m assuming is Noah doing a live stream. “Hang on.” Noah said and I heard movement followed by Blake, covering me more with the blanket as I heard his bedroom door open. “See, guys he's so whipped.” Blake chucked a pillow at him, I decided to play into Noah’s game and pretend that Blake woke me up. “Ow, Blake.” I whined opening my eyes, he looked over at me with a panicked face. “M’sorry, baby.” He said instantly, cupping the side of my face. “Just kidding.” I mumbled and his face fell as Noah began laughing hysterically from his spot in the doorway. Blake flipped him off as I laughed, hiding my face back in his chest. “He’s is whipped!” I shouted before the door shut, “babe!”

[misfortunegirl]

he'd seriously rather game than spend time with me

yeaaahh whatever he was planning on doing so since yesterday *or so he says* and I randomly asked if he wanted to hang out 4 a bit but still.. id drop gaming to spend time w the person i claimed to love 😬

im so touch starved so all i wanted to do was hug him like a koala bear and forget that im a piece of shit and that everything sucks🤧 fucking.......... ghouls.....unal*ve his a$$

[dimsummandu]

GOT7 Hogwarts Moodboard AU Introductory Post

Choi Youngjae : Hufflepuff

Fourth Year | 9 1/2″ Chestnut, Dragon Heartstring, Unyielding | Member of the Frog Choir | Hedgehog (Patronus) | Muggleborn | Seer (special ability) | Herbology, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures (best subjects) | Im Jaebum & Park Jinyoung (crushes) | Mark Tuan & BamBam & Yugyeom (Best Friends)

Look up a picture of Choi Youngjae in the dictionary and you’ll find a picture of the sun. This boy is literal sunshine, okay?

He’s so soft it’s not even funny. Youngjae is that fluffy and cute little puppy with the floppy ears that won’t stand up straight and his head cocked to the side.

He’s basically the definition of cute.

Youngjae is VERY in tune with his house. He’s the most Hufflepufflely Huffle that’s ever Puffled.

If you’re looking for a swell guy who will always do the right thing, stand up for those who can’t, remain loyal to their friends, brave in the face of danger, and will bring you snacks in the middle of the night – look no further than Choi Youngjae.

His laugh will make you laugh. You’re just gonna be in a good mood around him, yeah?

His sunshine is infectious. There’s no running. No hiding. You can’t get away. Might as well sign your soul away at the door.

Don’t be surprised if you hear Youngjae singing around the halls, when he thinks he’s alone, when he’s being a little shit and singing over you so he can’t hear you, when he sees small animals, when he’s in the shower, and when he’s eating his favorite snacks.

And don’t you even dare complain because you would be BLESSED to be near this boy when he sings. It’s like a party in your ear. It’s a LOUD party…but still…..a PARTY. YOU’RE WELCOME.

You can often find him with a wide grin on his face. More often than not you can find him with his eyes crossed and his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he annoys the shit out of his friends who won’t touch him because they love him so god damn much.

He could get away with murder, is what I’m trying to say.

His relationship with Mark is very special. Mark either wants to kill him or he wants to cling to him like a koala bear. There’s no in between.

Jackson and Youngjae are in an eternal competition on who can annoy the shit out of the other the most. Youngjae is currently winning. Remember the eyes crossed and tongue out facial expression we discussed? This is usually directed at Jackson.

Yugyeom, Bammie, and Youngjae are literally the three muskateers. They’re gonna take over the world together. Youngjae is in charge of snacks.

His relationship with Jaebum and Jinyoung is the most precious thing in the world. However, it confuses him to no end. On the one hand, he loves seeing Jaebum and Jinyoung together. He thinks they’re perfect for one another. On the other hand, he’s a little in love with both of them. Okay so maybe a lot, but these are small details.

He feels awful for being in love with two people that are in love with each other. It’s very complicated. But when he’s with them he feels included somehow and he just can’t bring himself to say anything. He doesn’t want to ruin the dynamic they seem to have going.

It’s complicated.

Another thing that’s complicated? Youngjae’s ability. He’s a seer. And I’m not talking crystal ball, reading your tea leaves, and checking our your palm kind of seer. The last time Youngjae had a vision he had a seizure and was in the hospital wing for three days.

He has smaller visions that don’t affect him as much. They come more often than the big ones, thankfully. But he tends to be a little scatterbrained and tired after the little ones. The last time he had a big prophecy inscribing prophecy was in his second year. So he’s hoping he can make it through his fourth without too much incident.

He can’t say he likes or dislikes the fact that he’s a seer. It’s just a part of who he is. Every generation of his family has produced a seer, and this time it just happened to awaken in Youngjae. It is what it is.

But no, he can’t tell you what you’re going to have for breakfast tomorrow. So don’t ask, because not only will he not answer you but Jinyoung will show up out of nowhere and sass you to death. It’s not worth it.

Youngjae is a part of the Frog Choir and he loves it. The boy can sing.

When Youngjae wants to be alone, you can find him sitting in an old classroom, dusting off the grand piano in the corner and getting lost in it. He doesn’t mind if you find him and watch, but leave him alone. He’s in his own world and you aren’t anywhere near it.

Youngjae isn’t a member of the Silver Spears, but more often than not he stops by to drop snacks off. He might not be interested in the group activity, but he’ll still feed you.

Youngjae isn’t quite sure what he wants to do when he leaves Hogwarts. He’s torn between music and herbology. He is phenomenal with plants. He likes to spend a lot of time in the greenhouses, so check there first if you’re looking for him.

Why does Youngjae always have snacks? Because the House Elves love him. They give him armful of snacks every time they see him. He sneaks out into the kitchens sometimes to hang out with them…usually coming out with a stomachache a few hours later.

He’s a bit of a loner but he’s not hard to get along with, at all. You can make a friend out of Youngjae almost immediately upon meeting him. He’s just kind of introverted when you first notice him. Which is why him and Mark had such a blooming friendship. If Mark wants to chill in silence (so long as Youngjae isn’t in the mood to sing) you can usually find him hanging out with Youngae, both of them just listening to music.

Youngjae is a very bright wizard and can usually pass all of his exams no problem. He’s the kid that doesn’t go crazy over studying, but does a respectable amount in order to make a good passing grade. But he doesn’t go insane like Mark, Jinyoung, and Jaebum do.

You should know, for your own safety, you so much as damage one hair on this boy’s head and you are going to have six SUPER PISSED OFF WIZARDS ON YOUR ASS and there’s basically nothing for you to do but put your affairs in order.

I’m not kidding. Jaebum will fucking kill you.

Nobody will find your body.

Jinyoung will make you suffer.

Mark will make it painful.

Jackson can be pretty creative.

Bammie is sneaky AF and will take your ass down.

Yugyeom will fucking crush you. OK!?

Just keep in mind, Youngjae might be in Hufflepuff, but he is not defenseless.

On the outside, Youngjae can come off as basically super happy-go-lucky and sometimes even naive. He has an air of innocence around him that’s hard to ignore. However, don’t get it twisted.

Don’t ever take Youngjae for weak. He might be overly optimistic and prefer to look on the bright side - he has a very tough and resilient personality. He’s not always the most confident but he will never let you walk all over him.

Which is why his patronus is a hedgehog. So be warned - Youngjae CAN and WILL defend himself if he needs to. He is not your prey just because he’s cute.

But OH MY LORD IS HE CUTE. LOOK AT THIS FACE.

*pictures and gifs aren’t mine. i made the moodboard but the pictures i got off of tumblr and google. credit to their respective owners.

[my-loveyourself-her-ova-blog]

I remember very little of last night. All i do remember is taking shot after shot. Line after line. All i thought was i want to forget. I was just so focused on getting messed up that i would do anything to forget his face, his voice, him. What i do remember is the next morning.

Hanging my head over into the toilet, puking my guts out. My head spinning and pounding. I got up put on sweatpants and a black t shirt, brushed my teeth, and put my hair up in a bun. When i got downstairs ashley was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating a donut, like every morning. “Well, look who’s up.” Ashley smiled at me. I glared at her as i grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I wanted to wipe that smile off her face. She may be the my best friend but she’s annoying in the morning. Like every morning, she drives both of us too school. She parks in the student parking lot. I sit there for a moment debating whether or not to go in and deal with people.

I eventually got out and walked with her through the double doors by the sidewalk that leads up to the football field. We walk through the cafeteria through the hallway by the auditorium. We stopped at my locker so i could grab my math textbook and notebook. She walked me to class. I plopped down at my desk in the back row and put my head on my desk. I felt the urge to throw up. I was about to get up when Grainger, even though he’s not in this class, bursts through the room, wearing his black sunglasses, of course he was hungover (he was at the party last night too). He asked me how i was doing. I just let out a whine and put my arms around his neck.

“Should we just skip today, baby?” he asked very softly in my ear.

Even though im a junior in high school - Grainger’s a senior- and this is supposed to be the most important year I still  nodded my head as if to say yes and let out another whine.

“Okay baby, let's go before class starts that way no one notices.” he says.

I nodded while unwrapping my arms from around his neck. He shoved my book and notebook into my backpack. He slung my backpack over his shoulders and over his backpack. He squatted down and i swung my legs from under my desk and wrapped them around his waist and my arms around his neck. He stood up with me clinging to him  like a koala bear. He held me up by my butt so he wouldn't drop me. He carried me down the hallway to my locker. He set me down on the floor and opened my locker for me.

“Why are you laughing at me?” i gave him a half smile.

“You're just so out of it. You look like you're about to pass out.”he giggled.

“Because i am, you prick.” i smiled.

He threw my textbook and my notebook in my locker and slammed it.

“That shit was heavy.” he said looking at me.

“Can you not be so fucking loud.” i said leaning my head against the cool, metal lockers.

He chuckled while picking me up again with my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and laid my head on his shoulder. He carried me past the auditorium doors, through the cafeteria, out the double doors toward his car.

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