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Sweet Morning| Joe Sugg

Originally posted by livingthesugglife

A/N// first imagine after so long. hope you like it. xo

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I softly knock on the door, when I hear no reply I gradually open the door to face with a sleeping Sugg. My heart flutters like a butterfly in a summer’s sky. I walk closer to the bedside table placing the tray which was filled with: eggs, bacon, french toast and a cup of tea.

I smiled at the sight, I don’t know how I got so lucky to have such a talented and handsome boyfriend, like Joe. I got on the bed next to him and shook his arm gently. He mumbled something under his breath.

“Gorgeous, wake up I made breakfast,” I say softly to his ear, he groans and turns around when he sees my face all of the sudden his angry expression from getting woken up, turns into a soft smile. His eyes shining, our eyes locked. I smiled back bringing my forehead to his. We didn’t say anything but I liked the comfortable silence.

I closed my eyes enjoying the moment we were having. It those moments that I know I will cherish forever, it will be stuck in my little heart until I pass away.

All that was heard was the birds chirping and our steady breaths, he brought his lips to mine and it felt like heaven. Our lips moved in sync it fit perfectly against each other like were meant to be.

It wasn’t a rough kiss, more like: passionate and loving, the kiss was slow but sweet. It was one of my favorite kisses with Joe. Where we don’t have to be rough all the time.

We part away and a small giggle leaves my mouth, I couldn’t help it. It was natural.

“What funny, love?” he asked laughing too.

Gazing at his eyes, I reply with “Nothing, it just that I’m so lucky to have you. I love you so much” My hand finds it way to his fluffy hair and tangles in it.

“I love you more Y/N, you don’t know much you mean to me and those four years with you was the best. I’m hoping to have you in my life as long as possible”

With that I pull him into another kiss, his tongue running down my bottom lip. I wrap my hands around his neck, his hand running down my bare leg. As we pull away, I realize more than ever. He’s the one I want to spend my whole life with, to share memories with, to grow old with him.

As we both stare at each other’s eyes, his brings his other hand to my face and strokes my cheek. I feel my cheeks getting warm, a pink blush appearing.

I see him grin and I swat his shoulder in a playful manner, laughing.

“Hey now, what was that for” he laughed, pretending to be hurt. I shrugged and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Nothing, Sugg just enjoying the moment so don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say and smirk a bit. He chuckles and shakes his head. Leaning down to kiss my forehead.

“I love you” he whispers softly.

“I love you too” I reply but suddenly remembering there was food to be eaten and was probably getting cold now.

“Sugg I made breakfast cmon, we need to eat,” I say and try to get out his grip but he was too strong. I giggle as he doesn’t let go.

“Just five more minutes, please I want to cuddle” he mumbles as he nuzzles his head into my neck, kissing it and sucking on the skin. My breath hitched as I tried to get some sentences out, but failed miserably..

“No we can cuddle later, we have to eat”

“You promise we can” He looks at me with a cute pout on his mouth when he says it. I shake my head and smile at him.

“Of course, now let eat shall we” He lets go and gets off me rolling to his side sitting up a bit. I get up too and get the tray that was on the bedside table and put in the middle of the bed for both of us.

“Wow this looks delicious, love,” he says licking his lips ready to eat. I laugh and nod in agreement, starting to eat the food. Laughing if we made a joke or anything.

As I looked up I was already met with him looking at me, a small smile appears on my mouth and I shake my head. I love this dork.

Birthday - Tony Stark

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Ship: Tony Stark x Reader

Summery: celebrating Tony’s birthday in the morning in your own special way (not smutty you freaky people)

Type: Fluff

Words: 974

Warnings: None 

Notes: sorry i got really sick the last week im still severly sick but i managed to write something so there you go stark lovers. i might post something for TWD later on.

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Cherry (Part 20)- wolf!jikook story

Dipping his French toast stick into the cup of syrup, Jungkook bites into the sweet treat and groans. The treat is perfectly cooked, crispy and overwhelmingly sweet. “Yum,” he mumbles through his mouthful, Jimin making a noise in agreement.

Since Burger King has their French toast buy-one-get-one-free deal, Jungkook’s mother drove them down to the joint for breakfast. She’s sipping her coffee in the corner, eyes flitting between the newspaper and her phone, while Jimin and Jungkook lounge at one of the tables in the playhouse room. Their shoes are already thrown into the stinky cubby holder, bare feet swinging on the high chairs.

“C’mon, let’s play,” Jimin says once he’s drank the last of his orange juice, wiping at his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Holding out a sticky hand, he waits until Jungkook grabs on before leading them into the playhouse.

“Get your butt out of my face!” Jungkook demands as they’re ascending the rock climb, smacking his friend’s booty. It’s plump and soft, causing Jungkook to giggle when he smacks it again. How can someone’s butt be so doughy? A tail suddenly swats him in the nose, Jungkook nipping his teeth against the skin.

“Ouch!” Biting Jungkook’s ear and grinning at his growl, Jimin crawls along the tubes, his friend hot on his heels. “You can’t catch me!”

Yes Jungkook can! With all of his speed he barrels into Jimin, causing the both of them to tumble down the slide. Thudding onto the cold concrete, causing Jungkook’s mother to shoot them a worrying glance, Jungkook holds his throbbing elbow, lips drawn in pain, while Jimin sniffs around his face.

“Are you okay!?” Jimin sniffs Jungkook’s elbow frantically, trying to catch the metallic scent of blood.

“I’m good.” Holding his throbbing elbow and laughing at Jimin’s concerned frown, Jungkook motions to follow him. “Jimin, I’m okay. Now try to catch me.”

Up the slide and back through the tubes, they enter the spacious “tree house” area. Painted in bright green colors, a lone beanbag sits in the corner, lumpy and stained. Sliding against the wall, Jungkook grunts when Jimin crashes into him.

“Get off! You weigh a ton,” Jungkook pokes his side, receiving a huff in response.

“I’m not fat!”

“I didn’t say that!” Noting how Jimin’s lips do that pouty thing, Jungkook holds back a sigh. Only kisses make him happy these days. All they do is kiss, kiss, and kiss! “Close your eyes, Minnie.”

Instantly smiling and tail wagging, Jimin shuts his eyes, practically thrumming with excitement. When Jungkook presses their lips together, a squeak leaves his mouth when Jimin wraps his arms around his head, pressing them closer together.

They’re better at kissing. No longer does Jungkook have to worry about their noses rubbing together or if he’s going to mess up. He knows how to tilt his head and what Jimin likes. Kisses to his bottom lip are Jimin’s favorite.

Suddenly, something wet prods at Jungkook’s lips. Curiously cracking open his eyes, Jungkook looks at what’s trying to get into his mouth.

It’s… Jimin’s tongue. “What’re you doing?”

“It’s called French kissing,” Jimin states proudly, breath warm against his face. “It’s when you kiss with your tongues.”

“French toast kissing,” Jungkook awes, causing his friend to smile. “I wanna try.”

“Then stick out your tongue!”

Jungkook’s cheeks are brighter than a cherry as he sticks out his tongue. Tentatively, Jimin touches their tongues together and snorts when Jungkook flinches away. “It’s not gonna hurt you!”

“Well, it’s weird!”

They French toast kiss for a while. A few times Jimin starts laughing in the middle of it, telling Jungkook to “not look him straight in the eyes the whole time because it’s creepy.”

Well, Jungkook doesn’t know how to kiss, nonetheless French kiss! Really, it’s gonna take a lot of practice until Jimin calls him a kissing expert.

Trust Me (ch17)

olicity || ao3 || explicit || smut & angst || 43,450 || more fics

summary: When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work.
chapter word count: 1642
chapters: 17/?
a/n: so… this is basically just a fluffy filler chapter, but I thought y’all might enjoy some Mother’s Day fluff. 

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Oliver slipped into Felicity’s room. She and Ellie were fast asleep. He carefully plucked the sleeping toddler from the king sized bed, cradling her as he stepped back out into the hallway. It was a little early for her to be awake, but he thought she might want to help him out. It was Mother’s Day after all. She buried her face in his chest, her little fist gripping onto his shirt tightly.

“Hey,” he whispered, stepping into the kitchen.

“No,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. She sounded like her mother.

“You don’t wanna help me make breakfast?” he asked.

“Breakfast,” she seemed to wake more.

Of course Felicity’s daughter was stirred by the idea of food. That was usually the only way he ever got her to wake up in the morning. He thought Felicity should sleep in that day and be treated with breakfast in bed. With the help of her little one of course. Felicity deserved a break. She was going through so much, dealing with Malcolm and trying to make decisions about everything from her living situation to her job and general future. This was something small, but he really thought that it would at least cheer her up.

“Chocolate chip pancakes for mommy’s day,” he said.

She tilted her head up and looked at him with a drowsy and confused expression, “Mommy’s day?”

“Mhmm,” he continued, “It’s the day where we celebrate all the moms, but especially our own. So, we’re going to make your mommy breakfast in bed.”

“Not supposed to have food in bed,” she mumbled.

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Pumpkin Baked French Toast with Sweet Cinnamon Glaze

“Why do you never make these kinds of things for me?” asked my forever boyfriend life partner husband person yesterday, as I hauled this hot ‘n heavy delicious breakfast dish out of the oven.

“Because you would have one piece and I would go back to the kitchen six times to pretend to get water and eat a piece each time in secret, secret shame,” I said, glopping delicious glaze all over my contribution to the monthly marketing team meeting at work. 

Oh, you heavenly custardy crisp baked pumpkin french toast, you. This monstrosity is easily made the night before, kept in the fridge, and baked early in the morning before you head off to impress all your co-workers.

Did you notice I didn’t make a single nod to tightly-held cultural pumpkin theologies? Ten points on the food writing derby for Nellie.

You’ll need a 9x13 casserole dish and a very large bowl.

Baked Pumpkin French Toast

  • 10 cups of whatever fancy leftover challah or pain de mie or brioche or soft-ish slightly old white bread you might have on hand (this is important, in my opinion, because it’s a major component of the dish – you don’t want anything with super hard edges on it, because it crisps up further in the oven)
  • 7 large eggs (I personally like it a little eggy)
  • 1 cup of half and half (you can use cream, too), 1 cup of milk
  • 1 cup pumpkin puree (not pie filling)
  • ¾ cups granulated sugar
  • 1 tablespoons vanilla extract
  • Almost a teaspoon of ground cinnamon
  • ¼ teaspoon of freshly ground nutmeg

Cinnamon Cream Cheese Glaze

  • 4 tablespoons of softened cream cheese
  • ½ teaspoon of cinnamon
  • ½ teaspoon of vanilla
  • wee pinch of salt
  • 1 ½ cups of powdered sugar

1. Butter a 9 x 13-inch baking pan (I used salted and kind of loved it). Cut bread into one-inch cubes and place in a large bowl.

2. In another large bowl, mix together eggs, milk, pumpkin puree, sugar, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Pour evenly over bread and toss very, very gently. I do this because I want everything to be coated, but be careful when you do this. Transition to the 9x13 pan, and cover pan with saran wrap. Store in the refrigerator for several hours or overnight. I like for the bread to really soak up the flavors.

3. When you’re ready to bake the French toast, set oven to 350F. Remove French toast from refrigerator and place in the oven as it’s preheating, because it’s Pyrex and Yahoo! Answers is a treasure trove of Pyrex conspiracy theorists and crazies.  Bake for 55-60 minutes, or until the French toast is set and golden brown.

5. While the French toast is baking, use a stand or hand mixer to whip up the glaze ingredients. 

6. Cover hot French toast bake with your cream cheese glaze. 

7.  Cover your face with your hands and mutter to yourself, “Good God, what have I done?" 

- Nellie

Road Trip

Summary: Based on these headcanons of mine, Hopper and Joyce take the kids up to Six Flags for a little family getaway! Car rides, roller coasters, and lots of family fun!

Parings: Mileven and Jopper

   Will Byers rolled over in his bed, silencing the alarm clock on his nightstand. 5 A.M. it read. Normally, the boy would object to waking up at an ungodly hour, but today was a special occasion. His mother and Hopper were taking he and his friends to the Six Flags amusement park!

   He remembered the day he got out of school, rode his bike home and his mother telling him the good news. The adults had been saving up for quite awhile, with Joyce working more hours than usual and Hopper withdrawing some extra money from his savings so the single mother wouldn’t work herself to death. Joyce objected the offer at first, but Hopper informed her that it was okay, saying that he would probably spend it on more cigarettes if she didn’t take it. Jonathan and Mike’s older sister, Nancy, were invited to come along as well, but they politely declined, thinking it would be nice to have some time to themselves (much to Mike and Will’s disgust).

   Will finally managed to pull himself out of his warm bed and put on some fresh clothes. Joyce was already up and moving about, telling her youngest that Hopper would take the whole group to breakfast, then they could sleep in the car as much as they wanted. Running back into his room, Will grabbed a handful of his favorite comics so he wouldn’t get too bored on the long ride up there. Six Flags was located in Gurnee, Illinois, about a 4 hour drive from Hawkins, but according to the kids, 4 hours felt like 4 years.

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Cinnamon roll French toast

• ½ cup egg whites
• ½ cup milk of choice (I used soy)
• ½ teaspoon vanilla extract
• 4 slices of whole grain bread

For the cream cheese glaze:
• 2 tablespoons reduced fat cream cheese, softened
• ¼ cup powdered sugar
• 2 tablespoons milk ( I used soy)
• ¼ teaspoon vanilla extract

For cinnamon sugar:
• ¼ cup sugar ( can sub stevia, but I wanted the real stuff)
2 tablespoons brown sugar
2 teaspoons cinnamon


Heat large skillet to medium heat.

Mix cream cheese glaze ingredients in a small bowl; set aside.

Mix cinnamon sugar ingredients in a shallow bowl; set aside.

Mix egg whites, milk, and vanilla in a shallow bowl. Dip bread into mixture, then place in skillet. Cook about 2 minutes, flip when golden brown. Remove from skillet; sprinkle with cinnamon sugar.

Drizzle with cream cheese glaze, serve immediately.

Serves 2-4.