coffee scoops

The Morning After

(This is an older request, thank you anon!)

The kitchen looked alien and strange to Harry. Perhaps because it looked like it had never been used or perhaps because Harry had never seen it in daylight before.

He glanced nervously back at the bedroom door, which he had moments before eased closed behind him trying not to make to much noise and wake the blond still curled up in the bed. Harry opened one cabinet after another dismayed to find most of them empty. One held dishware and another had half a shelf of cereals and sweetened fruity quick oats that only required hot water, the rest held nothing.

Everything he needed to make coffee was all left out on the counter, even a single green mug with the Slytherin crest on the side. Harry hesitantly dumped a scoop of coffee grounds in and started the machine, it was strange looking like it was going to explode any second, as many wizard devices did. It hissed at him in what he hoped was a making coffee sort of way and not seconds away from a kitchen full of shrapnel and coffee grounds sort of way.

Harry’s fingers tapped a nervous staccato on the fancy white marble counter. He had never spent the night before, neither had Draco. They hadn’t really talked about it. There was a lot they didn’t talk about. If it weren’t for the fact they both worked at the Ministry and ran into one another quite often this ‘relationship’ of theirs would have never made it past the first drunken one night stand.

He pulled opened the chill box, a blast of cooling charms washing over him as he examined the contents. There were at least six different takeout containers stacked to one side and Harry was certain some of them had to be going wiffy by now, even with cooling and preservation charms. There was also a load of fresh produce, carefully wrapped meats and a small basket of eggs.

On top of a bell pepper there was a note written in a curving elegant script. Harry unstuck it, a smile growing as he read it. The note was from Narcissa, along with all the fresh food apparently. She chided Draco for eating too much takeout and reminding him about their sunday brunch plans. He set the note on the counter and grabbed eggs, the bell pepper, onions, and mushrooms to make an omelet. Or omelets he corrected himself, feeling a tremor of anxiety as he remembered where he was.

He found a knife that likely had never been used and charmed it to start chopping everything. He washed the frying pan just in case it too had never been used. The butter in the pan warmed and melted as the cook top heated at the tap of Harry’s wand. He smiled a little ruefully, it figured Draco would have the best in wizarding tech, even in a kitchen he probably never used.

Harry didn’t really think as he cooked. His mind wandered to Ron and Hermione’s recent marriage, as it often did these days. They were so happy in their new home, with their new life. Meanwhile, to most of the world, Harry appeared to have been single for almost a year now after many years of rocky broken relationships. His friends knew he was seeing someone, they also knew it was an uncertain casual relationship, though neither Harry or his friends had said as much or so directly.

Harry folded one omelet, sliding it onto a plate and putting a stasis charm over it before starting the next. He just… wanted more. His relationship with Draco was good, wonderful even, but it was missing so many things, like proper dates, morning afters, talks about the future. He didn’t need promises of forever or even marriage just- his eyes drifted to Narcissa’s note- just a promise for next week or even tomorrow.

Behind him, the door clicked open but there were no following footsteps. Harry looked over his shoulder. Draco was standing in the doorway his hair mussed, wearing a pair of sleep pants and loose shirt made of modal as soft as silk. He was frozen in place, his eyes wide with shock. Harry felt his stomach sink and turned back to the stove, plating the second omelet mechanically.

He felt numb. The question hovered on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud; Do you want me to leave?

The floor creaked faintly.

Harry turned off the stove.


Harry throat felt so dry it hurt but he managed a faint, “Yeah?”

Arms slid around his waist, pulling him back slightly as Draco pressed a soft kiss against the juncture of Harry’s neck and shoulder.

“You stayed,” Draco said softly, his voice sounding a little rough around the edges.

Harry shivered faintly, sliding his hands over Draco’s.

Draco pressed his chest to Harry’s back and Harry could feel his heart racing.

“That’s alright?” Harry asked leaning into Draco.

“I never thought… you would want to,” Draco said carefully.

Harry felt some of the tension leave him and a tentative hope take its place, “And if I wanted morning afters? And dates…” his voice dropped, “a future, together?”

Draco shivered.

Harry turned, first his head and then his whole body, taking Draco’s face in his hands. He wiped the first hint of a tear from the corner of Draco’s eye.

“Everything,” Draco said hoarsely, “you can have everything.”

Harry smiled and leaned forward, stealing a soft chaste kiss, “Just you. I just want you.”

Natural Disaster

Prompt: “Stay on your guard.” “You say that as if there has been a time I’ve ever let my guard down.” Your relationship with Captain Rogers is tested when a mission goes awry and you’re stuck in a safe house for a while.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: fluff, angst, language, mild domestic dispute(s)

A/N: we all know i love steve, so here’s another haha. and who doesn’t get enough of the “trapped and stuck with each other” trope? going with BEARDED STEVE again cos i can’t get enough. as always, tagging is open. let me know if you want to be added for future parts.


Originally posted by bottle-of-bucky

“Close the fucking door!” You gave a loud shout as your eyes went from Steve to the door and then back to Steve. It was murder on your vocal cords, but how else were you supposed to be heard with the wind and the rain going what felt like a million miles an hour outside.

Steve said nothing. He only nodded as he closed the door, locking the three dead bolts. This was your idea of a safe house.

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Always (Prologue) (M)

Trailer | Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four

Everyone is happy…

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,800

Content/Warnings: Since this is the prologue it’s pretty tame, but prepare for future: Violence, Gore, Smut, Offensive Language. The next chapter has very graphic gore, so if you’re not into that, back out now. Although Jungkook does kill in this series, this is not a serial killer AU.

A/N: For those of you who have read my other works before, you’ll find that this one is quite a departure from my usual “cute” and more light hearted fics. It’s my first time writing a series so it may be quite short compared to series by other writers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy ~


You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between. 

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.

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Marks - Tony Stark Drabble

Originally posted by cinziadowney


 "Mommy?“ The soft voice of your five year old little girl rings through the kitchen. 

 You simply hum a reply while scooping coffee grounds into the machine before starting it and grabbing two mugs from the cabinet above. It’s still early, Emma is sat bright eyed at the counter eating her waffles while you stumble sleepily around the kitchen, trying to wake yourself up enough to start the day. 

 "What’s wrong with your neck? Did you get hurt, mommy?” Emma questions, her sweet tone turning a bit panicky by the second line. 

 Hands flying up, your fingertips run over the sensitive, bruised skin that your husband left in his wake. You’d completely forgotten about the love bite that had been a result of an intensely satisfying night before. Stammering for a response, you draw a blank on how exactly to respond to your daughters questioning. 

 "No, sweethe-“ 

 "It was that dreadful straitening iron that Mommy uses. She burned her neck with it, isn’t that right, hon?” Tony’s hands wrap around your hips and he pulls your back against himself.

 Your daughters face morphs into a horrified expression and she shakes her head, “I am never going to use one of those things! I don’t want to burn myself!" 

 The two of you laugh at Emma’s worried tone as she climbs down from her chair. She tells you both that she’s going to pack up her back pack before running out of the kitchen towards her room.

 "You know…” Tony starts, turning your body around to face him, “You really do have to be more careful with those things, you don’t want anymore burns…” he whispers, his lips running along your jaw. 

 "Mhm, can’t have anymore of those.“ You reply with a smirk, pushing him away lightly to step around him and pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

 He immediately steps closer, his arms finding you again. "Unless, of course, they’re in a place that’s a little less… noticeable.” He seductively states while his hands slide under the material of your shirt. 

 "I’m all yours as soon as I get back from dropping Em at school.“ You whisper, turning around and leaning in to kiss him. 

 "Mommy, Mommy! Can you do my hair in the pretty braid?” The high pitched voice interrupts you both and you can only give a apologetic smile to your husband.

 "After.“ He whispers, gently squeezing your backside, the gesture making you giggle. 

 You quickly send him a wink before turning to follow the sound of your daughters voice.

An Image of Summer Training

The rain cascades against my window, bellowing, “Stay in bed.” My eyes are only half open, like my drooping blinds. The promise of hilly autumn races is stronger than the promise of my sheets, though. I cast them aside and stumble to my trusty, twenty-dollar coffee pot. Four cups of water, four heaping scoops of coffee grounds. As the caffeine brews, I sit cross-legged on the carpet, watching the rain streak across the panes and eating handfuls of dry oats from the barrel (too lazy to actually cook the oatmeal this morning). After the coffee awakens my blood, I pull a sports bra and spandex out of the dryer, lace up my trainers, toss my hair into the messiest of ponytails, and depart for another morning of marvelous, mirthful miles. 

Jughead & Reader: The Surprise

Summary: You drank a little too much at a party and couldn’t remember much the morning after. To your surprise, Jughead Jones spent the night and greets you in the morning in nothing but a towel.


Length: 2,114

a/n: Really NSFW

Listen to: Do You Wanna? - The Kooks

With a loud groan, you rolled over in bed, away from the light peeking in through your curtains. You grabbed your pillow and put it over your head, wanting to fall back asleep. But that seemed impossible after you laid there for ten minutes, unable to slip into a deep sleep. Figuring it was just time to wake up, you sat up in bed.

That was a mistake. You felt like you were going to black out from pain. You very slowly opened your eyes and took the light in deeply. Your head was throbbing and you needed to figure out how to walk again so you could get medicine out of the bathroom.

As you looked for your phone to see what time it was, you noticed a glass of water and two aspirin on your nightstand. Confused, you tried to remember if you put it there last night before you went to bed. But you couldn’t remember a single thing from yesterday. All you know is that you went to a party and somehow ended up back at your house.

Assuming your drunk self did it to help you out in the morning, you swallowed the medicine with two gulps of water. It was almost like there was an instant relief because you suddenly felt a thousand times better. You drank the rest of the water then leaned back against the headboard.

Your phone went off and you found it underneath your covers. You looked at it and noticed you were getting reminders of unread messages. You were surprised to see so many winky faces and eggplant emojis. Suddenly your heart started racing.

Knowing you needed to wake up more to understand what was happening or what happened last night, you climbed out of bed sluggishly and made your way to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast.

That’s when you heard a sound coming from your bathroom.

The door opened in what seemed like slow motion. He walked out in nothing but a towel. His hair was wet and water droplets were slowly running down his face and chest, all the way down to the low-waisted towel.

Your jaw was on the floor. “Jughead,” you said, startled.

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Coffee Dates

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 2,148

Summary: Your favourite coffee shop is full of people thanks to the terrible weather, but you’re not the only one who needs somewhere to sit.

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missgrantscheerleader  asked:

Supercat canon divergence. Cat Grant barista Au. Please and spanx.

You and @reginalovesemma are in so much trouble. Again.

Originally posted by chopchopmissgrant

On AO3 if you prefer. 

Kara has idle daydreams about when she’ll hear from Cat. She envisions personalized stationery all the way from the Orient Express, or a knowing postcard from Paris. In darker hours, those 3am-can’t-sleep-for-missing-her hours, Kara worries the first communication she’ll have from Cat is a scream, or  a stutter in her heartbeat. 

Instead, it’s a messengered note written on a napkin from a Bulletproof Coffee store. Cat couldn’t find the time to open her email, or the money to buy actual writing paper, but she took the time to scribble an address and FedEx the damn thing to Kara’s office at CatCo. So almost exactly the level of drama Kara has been pining for these past few months. It isn’t even signed, relying on Kara to recognise that impatient handwriting with its tight loops and jagged lines.

Since there’s no detail, Kara doesn’t waste time or money on the façade of looking up the nearest airport and booking commercial flights. She looks, just in case, but the number of changes suggest Cat is truly in the middle of nowhere, USA. If there’s a spa resort there, it’s so exclusive that the internet doesn’t contain so much as a whisper of its existence. 

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Good night!! It’s almost 1 am,, I’ve been very caffeinated thanks to the 3 cups of iced coffee I had at 10 pm but I’m crashing now so I gotta slep, I hope the rest of y'all sleep well or have a good days or afternoon or whatever time zone ur in !

On, Wisconsin! (Pt. 5 - FINALE)

Originally posted by machikono

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - some Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: It’s the last day of your trip with the boys, and because of the rain, you’re confined to the cabin as rainy day shenanigans pursue.

Warnings: language - fluff!!

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Woo, two fics in one day!! This series has been so much fun to write, and I really hope ya’ll have enjoyed it as much as I have. It really brings me back to going Up North on vacations and it’s just so cute. Thank ya’ll so much for reading, and don’t forget - requests/asks are open, so drop something for me!!

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Your eyelids are heavy as you’re dragged out of your deep slumber. Bucky’s light heartbeat gently drums beneath your fingertips. You blink through your groggy haze and raise your head. Bucky was still sleeping, but you were tucked against his side, one leg over his, as a soft snoring rose and fell from his mouth. A sleepy smile draws at the corners of your mouth as you snuggle back down, melting into the warmth of his body. He begins to stir from his sleep, bringing his arm from around you along with his other one above his head, stretching out his body and sighing a content breath. His arm wraps back around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his muscles rippling underneath his thin shirt.

“G’mornin’, doll,” he groggily mumbles, playing with a strand of your hair.

“Mornin’, Buck,” you drag your head up, pressing a light, feathery kiss on the side of his jaw. His eyes are still closed, but he smiles as a low, faint mix of a chuckle and a hum rumbles deep in his chest.

“Do we have to get up? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty damn comfortable.”

“Yes, Buck, we do,” you laugh light-heartedly. You drag you body up, pushing against his chest to get into a comfortable sitting position. Lifting your arms above your head, you feel the muscles in your back and shoulders stretch, gradually washing away the remnants of sleep from your body. “C’mon, bud.” You pat his stomach then scoot to the edge of the bed, sliding off to stand on the cool floor. “I’ll get the coffee goin’.”

“M’kay, doll. I’ll just stay here,” Bucky mutters as he pulls the blankets back up to his chin, burying the side of his face in a pillow.

“Well, if you’re just gonna stay in bed all day, then I’ll just have to take Steve to today’s activity, and not you.” You saunter into the kitchen and hear the bed shift. Bucky appears by your side a few seconds later.

“What are we doin’ today?” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re just gonna have to wait and find out,” you smirk at him. He huffs and presses a playful kiss to the top of your head.

“Always keepin’ me on my toes,” he laughs.

“What are you two up to now?” Steve walks into the kitchen, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. “Did I just walk in on something I probably shouldn’t have?” There’s a sarcastic edge to his voice.

“Just tryin’ to get Y/N to tell me what she has planned for us,” Bucky turns to Steve, dropping his arm from your waist. He leans back against the counter. “But she won’t seem to budge.”

“Well, I sure hope that whatever you do have planned, it’s not going to be outside,” Steve yawns. “It’s supposed to be storming all day.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding,” you groan as you set down the container of coffee. “Well, there goes my plan.”

“Can you tell us what it is now?” Bucky pries. You sigh.

“I was going to take you guys go-karting at this really fun track, but they won’t be open if it’s raining.” Your shoulders slouch as you dump another scoop of coffee into the coffee maker. “Guess we’ll just have to think of something to do inside.”

“There’s a ton of board games,” Steve suggests. “Plus, we leave tomorrow and we still have a lot of food. We could…make a bunch of it and play games. It’ll just be a relaxing type of day.”

“You know, that doesn’t sound half-bad, Stevie,” Bucky nods. He looks at you. “What do ya think, doll?”

“It’s actually really not a bad idea. It does sound kinda fun,” you shrug. You look at the clock above the stove. It’s 9 a.m. “Why don’t you two find some games we could play, and I start looking for recipes to make.”

“I hope we have Uno,” Steve smiles as he walks out of the room. “I kick ass at Uno!”

Steve was right. You’ve played four rounds of Uno so far, and he’s one every single one. You were convinced he had to have some secret stash of cards, but a quick pat down ruled you wrong - guess the man is just an Uno God.

Halfway through the fifth round, the buzzer on the oven went off. You put your cards face-down on the floor and jump up to take the brownies out of the oven. While the boys were finding games, you had whipped up as many pancakes you possibly could with a full box of mix, brownies, an apple pie, and some cinnamon rolls. There were still a few bags of chips, a lot of fruit, and some granola bars, but you had no doubt that the boys wouldn’t be able to consume all of it, if not over the course of the rest of the day, then by tomorrow morning. You had saved some burger patties and other things for dinner and had already packed up enough snacks for the long car ride back to the airport, so basically anything was fair game. Once you had pulled out the brownies, you carried back out the plate of piled pancakes in one hand and syrup and a new cup of coffee in the other.

Steve and Bucky were distracted from the game by trying to throw pieces of trail mix into each other’s mouths.

“I have pancakes,” you smile, setting them down on the table next to you.

“Oh, hell yes,” Bucky snaps his attention towards you. A peanut hits him in the eye and he winces. “Dammit, Steve, what the hell? Even if I was looking at you, that still wouldn’t have been a good toss!”

About fifteen pancakes, half a tray of brownies, and nearly all the pie later, you and the boys had moved into the living room to watch some movies. Baking always took a lot out of you for some reason, and the idea of sleep began to dance around your conscience. Rain pattering on the roof created a sense of sleepy calm in you. Inglourious Basterds had just started, and you could already feel the weight of sleep pull down your eyelids. You were laying on one of the couches using Bucky’s thick thigh as a pillow, his hand entangled in your hair, rubbing soothing patterns into your scalp. Your body kept involuntarily jolting to try and keep you awake, but the last thing you remember is Christoph Waltz yelling out a phrase in French before the first scene transitioned into the next, then, all at once, everything disappeared.

A loud clap of thunder shook your body awake. You bolt straight up, the taste of sleep heavy in your mouth as you wipe away some drool from your lip.

“Hey there, darlin’,” Bucky smiles at you.

“Hey,” you groggily mumble. A few strands of hair were stuck to your face, and you pull them away, tucking them behind your ear. “What time is it?” You yawn, stretching your arms above your head and leaning back into the couch.

“A little after five,” Bucky looks at his phone. “Steve’s still out,” he nods to the couch across from you. Steve was half-on-half-off the couch, snoring loudly. His blanket had fallen off his body and sat in a crumpled pile on the ground next to him.

“How long was I out?” You blink away the remaining sleepy haze.

“Just a few hours,” Bucky wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him. “Are you hungry?” His breath tickles the outside of your ear.

“Kinda,” you sigh. The rain was pounding down on the roof. A flash of lightning lit up the sky above the lake outside the window and another clap of thunder followed. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry,” he laughs. “Let’s go get some food.”

Bucky managed to eat a full pizza and nearly half a bag of chips by himself, while you stuck to just a few slices and a more reasonable amount of chips. You were sitting in the sunroom on the futon, facing the windows. The rain streams off the roof in small waterfalls, and veiny bolts of light would once-in-a-while light up the cloudy, dark sky. The main source of light came from a small, old lamp on the side table next to you.

“You know,” you mutter, mindlessly playing with Bucky’s fingers. “I wonder how long they had that bet goin’ on.”

“Probably longer than we think,” he chuckles. “I’m sure Wanda had something to do with it. Maybe she sensed something in our minds.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it,” you laugh, looking up at him. He turns his head down to look back at you. His grey-blue eyes shine with something light and loving, making you smile. He presses a long kiss to your forehead. When he pulls away, you sneak a quick, smiley kiss to his lips.

“Alright kids, calm down, spare my poor, old heart,” Steve yawns as he walks down the steps, sitting on the edge of the futon. “Tony somehow managed to call. We have to head back earlier than we thought, something about another mission.”

“When do we have to leave?” You sigh.

“As soon as we can,” Steve’s lip turns slightly downward. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I know you would’ve wanted to stay, but -”

“No, hey, it’s okay,” you smile. “This has probably been the best trip I’ve ever had.” You beam at Steve, lightly squeezing Bucky’s hand that was hanging off your shoulder. “It’s okay that we have to leave early, really. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

Steve smiles back at you, then pushes up off the futon.

“Guess we should probably get packing,” he walks around the futon, grabbing his bag and throwing it onto the edge.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you sigh again, lighter this time. You scoot of the futon, then head up the stairs to start packing. Bucky comes up behind you, sliding his arms under yours and then wrapping them around your chest. He gently tugs you back, pushing your back flush against his chest.

“Thank you,” he mutters into your hair before pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “For everything.”

“You’re so welcome,” you hum in response.

“I wasn’t so sure about the whole ‘roughin’ it in northern Wisconsin thing’, but this was so amazing.”

You turn around in his arms, pressing your hands against his chest and laughing.

“‘Roughin’ it?’ I’d hardly call this,” you nod your head to the side, “‘roughin’ it’. If you think this is rough, just wait until I take you two camping. Maybe I’ll even invite Sam,” you smirk.

“No thanks,” he rolls his eyes, throwing his head back. “If Sam’s goin’, count me out. I wouldn’t be able to trust sleeping in a tent with that guy.”

“Okay,” you shrug, sliding out of his hold. “Then don’t go. I’ll just take Steve and Sam.”

“Why do you do this to me,” Bucky chuckles as he walks around the bed, grabbing his own bag.

“Oh, hey, I forgot,” you say as the memory sparks in your mind. “I got something for you and Steve when we stopped at one of the gas stations on the way up here.”

You toss him a crumpled up red shirt. He unfolds it, blinks a few times, then starts to laugh.

This,” he turns it around. In bright white writing, the shirt reads “Drink Wisconsinbly” in cursive writing over a faded image of Bucky the Badger’s head, “is truly amazing.”

“You like it?” You grin. He

“It’s perfect,” he chuckles again, folding the shirt and tucking it into his duffel bag. “I might just be a Badger’s fan now.”

“On Wisconsin!” You wink at him, shoving the rest of your clothing into the duffel.

Now, this, you think, looking around you, your gaze lingering on Bucky, is a vacation I’ll never forget.

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The Melody In My Head (A Jonah Marais Imagine) Pt. 2

Part Two

*As Requested*

Disclaimer: Because this request contained more in-depth plot-lines and story segments, it will be divided into three parts, posted at different times

Word Count: 3550

Have a lovely day!


    7:38. It was 7:38 in the morning, and I was wide awake, clutching my phone in my hands as I prepared to power it on. I took a deep, calculated breath. If I don’t move a single muscle, maybe she won’t wake up, and I won’t have to deal with this right now. I powered on the phone, the apple logo lighting up my screen as I prepared to deal with the worst. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it’ll just blow over, she’ll get a few compliments, and that’ll be the end of it. Maybe it won’t be that drastic. As soon as I’d pulled up my home screen, however, I knew that was far from true. My phone was cluttered with texts from management, missed calls from family, and about a million missed calls from Y/N’s best friend, Y/BFF/N. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I prepared to open Instagram. Before I even checked the popularity of the post, my feed was filled with fan accounts reposting’s of the video, as well as edits and mashups of it scattered across the Explore page. Great. I was officially dead. I might as well tweet my farewell apology now.

Pulling up my profile, I hesitated, before tapping on the video post. 11. Million. Views. 85. Thousand. Comments. Not only was I officially dead, I was officially going viral. Well, my girlfriend had, anyway.

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What would i do without you ?

Pairing: Finn Balor/You

Summary: Could you please do a Finn Balor one where the reader is afraid of thunder and lighting and Finn trys to calm her down??

Notes: @ambrosegirlforever One Finn Balor story hot off the press. I tried my best, as always, to fill the prompt as accurately as possible. I hope you like it. If you (or anyone else for that matter) wants to drop another request in the box, please feel free ! - Dani 

You’re in the closet. Which isn’t a joke or a confession, you have literally, physically crammed yourself into your wardrobe. There’s a storm raging outside and as far as your concerned, the only safe place for you to be is inside your closet being suffocated by winter coats.  To you at least it’s a perfectly logical thing to do.

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A Day In The Life Of

| Request: “Hi !!! Could you do a imagine where Dan and Y/N are watching after Y/Ns niece for the weekend and she is scared to sleep alone so she sleep between Y/N and Dan ?! Please :)) Ok maybe a thing, (if that’s alright) y/n is a youtuber so maybe she is vlogging a bit of the week end and the phandom is crazy (in a cute way) about Dan and y/Ns niece :)” |

| Warnings: None. |


“Hello Internet!”

Dan said to the camera with a sleepy smile and a yawn.

“It’s around 7 am and I’m about to wake [Y/N] up because her, well, our, niece is going to spend the weekend with us!”

The Phandom loved Dan and
[Y/N]’s niece, falling in love with her after [Y/N] vlogged a hectic day babysitting her by herself when she was two.

Dan crept into the bedroom to wake up [Y/N]. She lay there, wrapped in the checkered duvet, hair messy and a soft snore leaving her lips.

Dan approached, gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, babe.” He said softly.

She groaned, rolling to her other side and gently slapping away his hand. “Five more minutes.”

Dan turned the camera back on himself, shaking his head. “Get up, Sleeping Beauty.” [Y/N] giggled. “I’ll get up if I get true loves kiss.”

He groaned, leaning down and softly pecking her lips, making sure to film it as he did. [Y/N] got out of bed, taking Dan’s large hand in hers and following him down the hallway as he filmed.

“When’s she getting here?” She asked, yawning as she spoke.

“Around 11, but we need to be prepared before she comes. Making up the guest bedroom, buying food a five year old will eat, things like that.” He explained, making his way into the kitchen to cook breakfast.

By “cook” I mean pour cereal and milk in two bowls.

After breakfast, Dan stopped filming to allow them to get dressed and such, quickly he began filming when [Y/N] walked in the room in her favourite outfit, laughing as Dan sang “Here she is, Miss America.”

After filming, preparing the room, shopping for food, and everything else, the doorbell rang.
Dan and [Y/N] walked to the door together, Dan filmed as [Y/N] opened it and greeted her niece, Bandit, pulling her into a big bear hug. Dan greeted [Y/S/N] and they left, leaving Dan and [Y/N] with a rowdy five year old and her luggage.

“So, Bandit, how do you feel like filming A Day In The Life Of video with Auntie and I?” Dan asked, handing her the camera and taking her from [Y/N]’s arms. Bandit nodded, having filmed with both her aunt and uncle before.

[Y/N] grabbed her nieces luggage and they put it in her room, getting her properly dressed for winter in London, and headed out.

“Uncle Dan.” Bandit started, sitting between her aunt and uncle in the taxi. “When can I get my ears pierced like yours?” She asked, taking note of the pink studs Dan wore today. [Y/N] giggled, and he didn’t know how to respond. “When your mum and dad let you, I suppose.”

The taxi soon stopped at a toy shop, where they bought Bandit a toy of her choice. A pristine doll with features scarily similar to her own.

“Of course she picked one of the most bloody expensive items in the shop.” Dan mumbled to the camera, [Y/N] shaking her head as she gave her niece the money to pay for the toy. “You said she could pick anything, love.”

They walked out of the shop, Bandit holding [Y/N]’s hand with one hand and carrying the doll that made Dan’s wallet cry with her other.

[Y/N] whispered something to Bandit as Dan talked to the camera, and Bandit let go of her aunts hand and grabbed her uncles. “Thank you, Uncle Dan!” She yelled to the camera and her very tall uncle with a scraggly toothed grin. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

[Y/N] took the camera from Dan, talking to it about random things about London, most of which she was telling her niece.

They soon arrived at the next location, an ice cream parlour. “But [Y/N] it’s winter in England!” Dan whined. “Dan Howell how many times must I tell you that ice cream makes you warmer because of its fat content?” Bandit giggled at the playful banter between her aunt and uncle that was all being caught on camera.

They walked into the shop, Bandit releasing Dan’s hand to look at the brightly coloured ice cream in the shop. Pastel pink strawberry, bright yellow lemon, even a blue coloured flavour that Dan swore was radioactive.

Bandit settled on a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of lime, which [Y/N] noted was a “Lovely shade of green.” And rainbow sprinkles. Dan got a scoop of coffee, and [Y/N] got [Y/F/F]. They took their seats in the shop, enjoying the cold sweets and filming a bit more.

“Auntie, can you make spaghetti for dinner?” Bandit asked, her bright [E/C] eyes sparking. “Of course, we’ll have to go to a shop and buy the stuff to make it though.” [Y/N] smiled, despite hating spaghetti with a red hot passion.

After finishing their ice cream, sightseeing with their niece, and going food shopping for the second time today, they finally arrived back at the flat.

After dinner was eaten, the lounge was completely destroyed and then put back together again by Bandit, and the sound of cartoons filled the flat, they decided it was bedtime and [Y/N] prepared her niece for bed.

Together, Dan and [Y/N] tucked her, and her favourite stuffed animal, in bed, let her say “Goodnight internet.” to the camera, and prepared themselves for bed.

After crawling in bed, it wasn’t long before they heard the patter of little feet on the floor. Dan stood up at the sound of a light knock on the bedroom door.

“Uncle Dan, can I sleep with you and Auntie? I’m scared.” She asked, carrying a stuffed toy with her. Dan nodded, picking her up and placing her in bed between
[Y/N] and himself.

“Goodnight Bandit.” [Y/N] mumbled sleepily, placing a kiss on her nieces forehead, Dan did the same, and Bandit kissed both of their cheeks and told them goodnight once more.

And soon, all three of them fell asleep after a long day of babysitting.

anonymous asked:

Okay I love Blackwatch Reyes a bit too much. Any headcanons for him with his s/o? I've got no preferences so you write what you like!

- Gabriel feels the only person he can confide in is his s/o, so after a particularly stressful mission he often sits and talks to them for hours (usually over a cup of black coffee).

- He’s extremely possessive of his s/o and while he’ll let them hang out with some of the Overwatch members, he gets *very* jealous if anyone flirts with them (except Jesse- he’s harmless, no one with a BAMF belt buckle could possibly steal away his s/o).

- One of the best ways he de-stresses is through cooking, so his s/o often receives surprise meals or desserts! (But his s/o can never actually catch him in the act of cooking to help out! When does he do his cooking? Where does he do it? How can he possibly be this sneaky about pastries??)

- Jesse often suggests going on double dates (with whatever date he’s managed to scrounge up for the weekend) with Gabe and his s/o. Gabriel usually politely refuses (except one time his s/o begged to at least try it out. That went just as well as expected (”Jesse I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to only flirt with your own date”)).

I Got A Sister For My Seventh Birthday

I was an only child. The apple of my parents’ eyes, a princess who could do no wrong. So when my parents told me they had a surprise for my seventh birthday, I was ecstatic and lost sleep thinking about what it could be. A new Lego play set? The doll I’d seen at the toy store? A pony?! The possibilities were endless! When the morning of my birthday arrived, I leapt from my bed and charged full tilt downstairs, where my mother was sitting at the kitchen table with her morning cup of coffee. A quick scan of the room didn’t reveal anything out of the ordinary and immediately my stomach sank with disappointment. I clambered into the chair beside her and leaned forward across the table so that my face was in her’s.

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The Car Wash - Drunk and Disorderly Ch.2

So here is the much awaited second chapter! I hope you guys enjoy! Its smutty and fluffy and just dirty! lol      

Honestly my eyes are starting to cross, so sorry for any typos!

Rating: M

As luck would have it, there was a  whole gang of teenage cow tippers, and filling out the paperwork for their catch and release took Nicole far longer than she would have liked. By the time she made it home, the clock was flirting with 8AM, and she was stifling a yawn every few minutes. God, she hated night shift.

She stumbled up the steps to the Homestead, the house dark save for the early morning sunlight filtering through the windows. She couldn’t help but grin as she thought about the last time she had been here, Waverly’s legs wrapped around her waist and her lips on her neck. A small part of her wondered if her girlfriend had managed to wait up on her, but a bigger part hoped she was already in bed warming up the covers. Sure, she was still slightly horny and frustrated from their unfinished romp earlier, but she was also exhausted, and curling up with Waverly sounded like heaven.

She silently let herself in, quietly  hanging her keys and Stetson on their designated hooks by the door. She knew the punishment for waking Wynonna up early on a Sunday morning, and she had no desire to face the elder Earp’s wrath. Rounding the corner into the living room, she saw what was quite possibly the most adorable sight she had ever seen.

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